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Monument pacifiste rendant autant hommage aux disparus que soulignant ce que la guerre a de dérisoire, le War Requiem de Benjamin Britten s'impose comme une œuvre chorale majeure du xxe siècle, d'une exceptionnelle charge émotionnelle.

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Requiem aeternam dona eis Domine,Lord, grant them eternal rest,
et lux perpetua luceat eis.
and let the perpetual light shine upon them.

Anthem for Doomed YouthCan patter out their hasty orisons.

What passing bells for these who die as cattle?
Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle

No mockeries for them from prayers or bells, Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,-
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.

What candles may be held to speed them at all?
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of good-byes.
The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;

Out there, we've walked quite friendly up to Death;
Sat down and eaten with him, cool and bland,-
Pardoned his spilling mess-tins in our hand.
We've sniffed the green thick odour of his breath, -
Our eyes wept, but our courage didn't writhe.
He's spat at us with bullets and he's coughed
Shrapnel. We chorussed when he sang aloft;
We whistled while he shaved us with his scythe.

Oh, Death was never enemy of ours!We laughed, knowing that better men would come,
We laughed at him, we leagued with him, old chum.
No soldier's paid to kick against his powers.

And greater wars; when each proud fighter brags
He wars on Death-for Life; not men-for flags.

Recordare Jesu pie,Remember, gentle Jesus,
Quod sum causa tuae viae:
That I am the reason for Thy time on earth:
Do not cast me out on that day.

Seeking me, Thou didst sink down wearily:
Thou hast saved me by enduring the cross:
Such travail must not be in vain.

I groan, like the sinner that I am:
Guilt reddens my face:
Oh God spare the supplicant.

Ne me perdas illa die.

Quarens me, sedisti lassus:
Redemisti crucem passus:
Tantus labor non sit cassus.

Ingemisco, tamquam reus:
Culpa rubet vultus meus:
Supplicanti parce Deus.

Sonnet 'On seeing a piece of our artillery brought into action'Be slowly lifted up, thou long black arm,

Great gun towering toward Heaven, about to curse;

Reach at that arrogance which needs thy harm,
And beat it down before its sins grow worse;

But when thy spell be cast complete and whole,
May God curse thee, and cut thee from our soul!

Think how it wakes the seeds, -
Woke, once, the clays of a cold star.
Are limbs, so dear-achieved, are sides,
Full-nerved-still warm-too hard to stir?
Was it for this the clay grew tall?

At a Calvary near the Ancre

One ever hangs where shelled roads part.
In this war He too lost a limb,
But His disciples hide apart;
And now the Soldiers bear with Him.

Near Golgatha strolls many a priest,And in their faces there is prideThat they were flesh-marked by the BeastBy whom the gentle Christ's denied.

The scribes on all the people shoveand bawl allegiance to the state,

But they who love the greater loveLay down their life; they do not hate.

Tremens factus sum ego, et timeo,I am seized with fear and trembling,
dum discussio venerit, atque ventura ira.
until the trial shall be at hand and the wrath to come.
Deliver me, O Lord, from eternal death.
When the heavens and earth shall be shaken.
That day, that day of wrath,
of calamity and misery,
a great day and exceeding bitter.
Deliver me, O Lord.

Libera me, Domine, de morte aeterna.
Quando coeli movendi sunt i terra.
Dies illa, dies irae,
calamitatis et miseriae,
dies magna et amara valde.
Libera me, Domine.

"None", said the other, "save the undone years,
The hopelessness. Whatever hope is yours,
Was my life also; I went hunting wild
After the wildest beauty in the world.

For by my glee might many men have laughed,
And of my weeping something had been left,
Which must die now. I mean the truth untold,
The pity of war, the pity war distilled.
Now men will go content with what we spoiled.
Or, discontent, boil boldly, and be spilled.
They will be swift with swiftness of the tigress,
None will break ranks, though nations trek from progress.
Miss we the march of this retreating world
Into vain citadels that are not walled.
Then, when much blood had clogged their chariot-wheels
I would go up and wash them from sweet wells,
Even from wells we sunk too deep for war,
Even from the sweetest wells that ever were.

Requiescant in pace. Amen.Let them rest in peace. Amen.

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Listen to the CBSO in the full War Requiem, with musical analysis by Stephen Johnson, insights from Mark Padmore, and the Wilfred Owen poems read by Alex Jennings.

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"le Petit Commerce" de Boris Vian : le site

"War" de Bob Marley and the Wailers: le site

Nous avons écouté , dont je vous ai déjà parlé cet été sur ce blog.

Pratique instrumentale: "J ust get a hit" (Album "Flute machine") un morceau à 3 voix dans le style Hip Hop/Jazz.

Pour écouter c'est ici.

Ecoutes: " Offertoire " extrait du " War Requiem " de Benjamin Britten, œuvre composée à l'occasion de l'inauguration de la cathédrale de Coventry, après la 2e guerre mondiale.
Un extrait du " War Requiem " Orchestre de l'OBC dirigé par Rostropovitch.

Et puis le " Thrène à la mémoire des victimes d'Hiroshima " de Krzysztof Penderecki (Pologne, période contemporaine). (orchestre de la radio nationale polonaise dirigé par Penderecki). Deux œuvres composées autour du thème de la guerre, qui portent à réfléchir et veulent provoquer à la fois l'émotion du public pour marquer son esprit.

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Follow the text of Benjamin Britten's War Requiem, compiled from poems by Wilfred Owen and the Latin Mass for the Dead.
The English translations of the Latin texts is reproduced in italics below each section. I. REQUIEM AETERNAM
Chorus
Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine;
et lux perpetua luceat eis.
Lord, grant them eternal rest;
Thou shalt have praise in Zion, of God:
and homage shall be paid to thee in Jerusalem; Lord, have mercy upon them II. DIES IRAE
Christ, have mercy upon them
III. OFFERTORIUM Lord, have mercy upon them
hear my prayer,
all flesh shall come before Thee. and let the perpetual light shine apon them.
Boys
Te decet hymnus, Deus in Sion:
et tibi reddetur votum in Jerusalem;
exaudi orationem meam,
ad te omnis caro veniet.

Chorus
Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine;
et lux perpetua luceat eis.

Lord, grant them eternal rest;
and let the perpetual light shine apon them.

Chorus
Kyrie eleison
Christe eleison
Kyrie eleison

Soprano
Liber scriptus proferetur,
In quo totum continetur,
Unde mundus judicetur.
Judex ergo cum sedebit
Quidquid latet, apparebut:
Nil inultum remanebit.

The written book shall be brought
In which all is contained
Whereby the world shall be judged.
When the judge takes his seat
All that is hidden shall appear:
Nothing will remain unavenged.

Chorus
Quid sum miser tunc dicturus?
Quem patronem rogaturus,
Cum vix justus sit securus?

What shall I, a wretch, say then?
To which protector shall I appeal
When even the just man is barely safe?

Soprano and Chorus
Rex tremendae majestatis,
Qui salvandos salvas gratis,
Salva me, fons pietatis.

King of awful majesty,
Who freely savest those worthy of salvation,
Save me, fount of pity.

Tenor
Think how it wakes the seeds -
Woke, once, the clays of a cold star.
Are limbs, so dear-acheived, are sides,
Full-nerved - still warm - too hard to stir?
Was it for this the clay grew tall?

Boys
Domine Jesu Christe, Rex gloriae,
libera animas omnium fidelium
defunctorum de poenis inferni,
et de profundo lacu:
libera eas de ore leonis, ne absorbeat eas
tartarus, ne cadant in obscurum.
Lord Jesus Christ, King of glory,
deliver the souls of the faithful
departed from the pains of hell,
and the bottomless pit:
deliver them from the jaw of the lion, lest hell
engulf them, lest they be plunged into darkness.
Sed signifer sanctus Michael
repraesentet eas in lucem sanctam:
Quam olim Abrahae promisisti,
et semini ejus.
But let the holy standard-bearer Michael
lead them into the holy light
as Thou didst promise Abraham
and his seed.

Soprano and Chorus
Sanctus, sanctus, sanctus
Dominus Deus Saboath.
Pleni sunt ceoli et terra gloria tua,
Hosanna in excelsis.
Sanctus.
Benedictus qui venit in nomine Domini.
Hosanna in excelsis.
Sanctus.

Holy,holy,holy
Lord God of hosts.
Heaven and earth are full of Thy glory.
Hosanna in the highest.
Holy.
Blessed is he who cometh in the name of the Lord.
Hosanna in the highest.
Holy.

Baritone
After the blast of lighning from the East,
The flourish of loud clouds, the Chariot Throne;
After the drums of time have rolled and ceased,
And by the bronze west long retreat is blown,
Shall life renew these bodies? Of a truth
All death will He annul, all tears assuage? -
Fill the void veins of Life again with youth,
And wash, with an immortal water, Age?
When I do ask white Age he saith not so:
"My head hangs weighed with snow."
And when I hearken to the Earth, she saith:
"My fiery heart shrinks, aching. It is death.
Mine ancient scars shalls not be glorified,
Nor my titanic tears, the sea, be dried."

V. AGNUS DEI

Tenor
One ever hangs where shelled roads part.
In this war He too lost a limb,
But His disciples hide apart;
And now the Soldiers bear with Him.

Chorus
Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi,
dona eis requiem.

Lamb of God, that takest away the sins of the world,
grant them rest.

Tenor
Near Golgatha strolls many a priest,
And in their faces there is pride
That they were flesh-marked by the Beast
By whom the gentle Christ's denied.

Chorus
Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi,
dona eis requiem.

Lamb of God, that takest away the sins of the world,
grant them rest.

Tenor
The scribes on all the people shove
and bawl allegiance to the state,

Chorus
Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi...

Lamb of God, that takest away the sins of the world...

Tenor
But they who love the greater love
Lay down their life; they do not hate.

Chorus
...Dona eis requiem.

...Grant them rest.

Tenor
Dona nobis pacem.

VI. LIBERA ME

Chorus
Libera me, Domine, de morte aeterna,
in die illa tremenda:
Quando coeli movendi sunt et terra:
Dum veneris judicare saeculum per ignem.

Deliver me, O Lord, from eternal death
in that awful day
when the heavens and earth shall be shaken
when Thou shalt come to judge the world by fire.

Soprano and Chorus
Tremens factus sum ego, et timeo
dum discussio venerit, atque ventura ira.
Libera me, Domine, de morte aeterna.
Quando coeli movendi sunt i terra.
Dies illa, dies irae, calamitatis
et miseriae, dies magna et amara valde.
Libera me, Domine.

I am seized with fear and trembling,
until the trial shall be at hand and the wrath to come.
Deliver me, O Lord, from eternal death.
When the heavens and earth shall be shaken.
That day, that day of wrath, of calamity
and misery, a great day and exceeding bitter.
Deliver me, O Lord.

Tenor
It seems that out of battle I escaped
Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped
Through granites which titanic wars had groined.
Yet also there encumbered sleepers groaned,
Too fast in thought or death to be bestirred.
Then, as I probed them, one sprang up, and stared
With piteous recognition in fixed eyes,
Lifting distressful hands as if to bless.
And no guns thumped, or down the flues made moan.
"Strange friend," I said, "here is no cause to mourn."

Baritone
"None", said the other, "save the undone years,
The hopelessness. Whatever hope is yours,
Was my life also; I went hunting wild
After the wildest beauty in the world,
For by my glee might many men have laughed,
And of my weeping something had been left,
Which must die now. I mean the truth untold,
The pity of war, the pity war distilled.
Now men will go content with what we spoiled.
Or, discontent, boil boldly, and be spilled.
They will be swift with swiftness of the tigress,
None will break ranks, though nations trek from progress.
Miss we the march of this retreating world
Into vain citadels that are not walled.
Then, when much blood had clogged their chariot-wheels
I would go up and wash them from sweet wells,
Even from wells we sunk too deep for war,
Even from the sweetest wells that ever were.
I am the enemy you killed, my friend.
I knew you in this dark; for so you frowned
Yesterday through me as you jabbed and killed.
I parried; but my hands were loath and cold.
Let us sleep now..."

Boys, then Chorus, then Soprano
In paridisum deducant te Angeli;
in tuo adventu suscipiant te Martyres,
et perducant te in civitatem sanctam
Jerusalem. Chorus Angelorum te suscipiat,
et cum Lazaro quondam paupere aeternam
habeas requiem.

Into Paradise may the Angels lead thee:
at thy coming may the Martyrs receive thee,
and bring thee into the holy city
Jerusalem. May the Choir of Angels receive thee
and with Lazarus, once poor,
may thou have eternal rest.

Boys
Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine:
et lux perpetua luceat eis.

Lord, grant them eternal rest,
and let the perpetual light shine upon them.

Chorus
In paradisum deducant etc.

Into Paradise, etc.

Soprano
Chorus Angeloru, te suscipiat etc.

May the Choir of Angels, etc.

Tenor and Baritone
Let us sleep now.

Chorus
Requiescant in pace. Amen.

Let them rest in peace. Amen.

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Follow the text of Benjamin Britten's War Requiem, compiled from poems by Wilfred Owen and the Latin Mass for the Dead.

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Follow the text of Benjamin Britten’s War Requiem, compiled from poems by Wilfred Owen and the Latin Mass for the Dead.

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Titre : War Requiem

Compositeur : Benjamin Britten (1913-1976)

Date de composition : 1961-1962

Genre : Requiem, musique chorale et orchestrale

Contexte :

Composé pour célébrer la reconstruction de la cathédrale de Coventry, détruite pendant la Seconde Guerre mondiale.

Britten a utilisé des textes de la messe des morts, ainsi que des poèmes de Wilfred Owen, un poète britannique de la Première Guerre mondiale.

Structure :

1. Requiem aeternam

2. Dies irae

3. Offertorium

4. Sanctus

5. Agnus Dei

6. Libera me

Instruments :

Orchestre symphonique

Chœur mixte

Chœur de garçons

Trois solistes vocaux (soprano, ténor, baryton)

Caractéristiques :

Mélange de styles musicaux, du traditionnel au moderne.

Utilisation poignante des textes de Wilfred Owen pour exprimer les horreurs de la guerre.

La partition comprend à la fois des parties pour l'orchestre principal et un orchestre de chambre, symbolisant la dualité entre le sacré et le profane.

Héritage :

Considéré comme l'une des œuvres majeures du 20e siècle.

Souligne l'engagement pacifiste de Britten et son opposition à la guerre.

Le "War Requiem" est une œuvre puissante et émotionnelle qui transcende les frontières musicales pour devenir un témoignage poignant sur les horreurs de la guerre et une ode à la paix.

Bugles sang, saddening the evening air; And bugles answered, sorrowful to hear. Voices of boys were by the river-side. Sleep mothered them; and left the twilight sad. The shadow of the morrow weighed on men. Voices of old despondency resigned, Bowed by the shadow of the morrow, slept.

"Bugles sang, attristant l'air du soir ; Et les clairons ont répondu, pleins de tristesse à entendre. Les voix des garçons étaient près de la rivière. Le sommeil les berça ; laissant le crépuscule triste. L'ombre du lendemain pesait sur les hommes. Les voix de la vieille désolation résignée, Inclinées par l'ombre du lendemain, dormaient."

1. "Dies Irae" :

La séquence "Dies Irae" est une section traditionnelle de la messe des morts, souvent associée à la colère et au jugement divin. Dans le "War Requiem" de Britten, cette séquence est caractérisée par des moments dramatiques et puissants, soulignés par l'utilisation d'orchestration forte, de chœurs massifs et de passages vocaux intenses. Les cordes peuvent être utilisées de manière expressive pour évoquer un sentiment d'anxiété et de tension, tandis que les cuivres et les percussions renforcent le caractère dramatique de la séquence.

2. "Bugle Sangs" :

La section "Bugle Sangs" fait référence à l'utilisation de bugles, qui sont des instruments à vent en cuivre, dans le "War Requiem". Les bugles ont une connotation militaire et évoquent le contexte de la guerre. Cette section peut être caractérisée par des mélodies poignantes de bugles, créant une atmosphère émotionnelle et nostalgique. Les harmonies et les orchestrations peuvent varier, mais souvent, Britten utilise ces éléments pour exprimer le chagrin et la perte associés à la guerre.

Dans le "War Requiem" de Benjamin Britten, le chœur d'enfants intervient spécifiquement dans la section "Libera me". Cette section est la dernière du Requiem et fait partie du mouvement final.

Le "Libera me" est un passage puissant et émotionnel où le chœur d'enfants chante les paroles du "Libera me" traditionnel de la messe des morts. La combinaison des voix d'enfants avec les autres forces chorales et orchestrales ajoute une dimension particulière de poignance et de réflexion à l'œuvre dans son ensemble.

L'utilisation du chœur d'enfants dans cette section peut symboliser l'innocence perdue et les jeunes vies sacrifiées pendant la guerre. La juxtaposition de ces voix avec les voix d'adultes et les solistes crée un contraste poignant qui renforce le message pacifiste de l'œuvre.