The Exordium of Prufrock (SATB)
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Choral | SATB Unaccompanied | 3'
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PDF score of The Exordium of Prufrock by Drew Swatosh and T. S. Elliot
Please note: 10 copy minimum. Please purchase one copy per member of your choir
Please note: 10 copy minimum. Please purchase one copy per member of your choir
Program Note:
The Exordium of Prufrock seeks to incorporate the rhythm that is intrinsically found in the poem when spoken. Before a single note was written, the text was converted into rhythm. In an effort to preserve the complexity of the poet’s intent, the poem was thoroughly examined, and the uses of musical textures were carefully considered during the writing process. The text is an excerpt from the first stanza of The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot. This piece was written for the American Creators Chorus, directed by Craig Hella Johnson, as a part of the 2014 Oregon Bach Festival Composer Symposium.
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Text:
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (Excerpt)
by T. S. Elliot
Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question ...
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
by T. S. Elliot
Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question ...
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.