“Love is help mate”
“Irma you will be mine”
Ritual, pageant, ceremony, parade, cantata scaenica, spectacle
The work is made up entirely from treated fragments of A Human Document, by W.H. Mallock or its complete treated version A Humument. It can be performed by a number of players, singers, dancers, mimes, etc… Performances may last any length of time: compactness however should be aimed at.
Although moments of extravaganza + grotesque comedy are implied, the general mood of the work should be sober, and the outlines of the action as rational as possible.
Any production should have an overall director.
Parts may be allotted in any way although each performer should at some time see the whole score.
Separately shown are the little aria “Irma, you will be mine” and the chorus “love is help mate.”
These must be performed at least once in every staging of the opera: prominence might be given them by suspending other action, etc…
All other material is optional, including the melodies, including the melodies, which may be used vocally or instrumentally.
As often as possible links should be made and found between action, text, score and décor.
A plot or sequence of action can be devised with reference to all the material given and not merely to the libretto similarly, décor and sound-material can be taken from other sections.
Two characters at least must be realized in any staging of the work. i.e. the eponymous heroine and the hero Grenville (these are also the chief characters in A Humament)
The motifs associated with Grenville and Irma are indicated by name. All melodic material may be transposed, fragmented or combined in any way.
Cf. The music making described in Francis Bacon’s “New Atlantis.”
Cf. Plotinus “it is the reasonless soul, not the will or wisdom, that is beguiled by music, a form of sorcery which raises no question, whose enchantment indeed is welcomed……”
Love is a fool robbed me of my ordinary cool
We start tomorrow and unbelievable dream
‘Stop,’ and be consistent.
Go. You, who trouble
“By the way, I I find I am famous.
I know why you done me a trifle soon
Be pain of one pain ville insensible
I am not laughing—no, —I am a physiognomist.” O O ted marked
Numb French—classics ; oh, the women were in them ! one book after another. I could stand it no longer.
This woman was all torture
Art ur dulge rudge ed id
“ Never, “ said Grenville ; and I only photograph afterwards.
Last week I had my false membrane sent
About help man, ure. How vain—how vain I have forgotten that—
If I had your voice,
Earful. –I forsee it all. in the eyes—
Pose tomorrow ask her
Creditable time Silbersheim
“Mein Gott!” nobody without such a tube could perform it
I know, the purple questions
Jackson—a good looking prig has excited her
O surface longing
Trains she exclaimed ; miles! I said
Quick—quick !—out with the chance operation
Ss’s ss but with them thirty two
Constant systems mute g.
Birds sang last the unit a o
—c c E fine imitate it.
P sigh abrupt ending neigh d a
20 distant audible door burst
the Emperor ;
scratch form slowly, lines, A
ding two pop twilight
one more in tones A d
f f the first parasol, sound f
g change ; to actual hardness music
c tr completely wrong ball, crash tr a f
snatches, long held sound p
a b the Ring e
record of the ring period pp passage c
quiet high intonation divine time
quiet. Suddenly a gong in rough series
Building echoes hit after
Zz the whole ding music shining
M art —mm cum the quality Amplify it. f
Acc morning’s murmur, like butterflies.
Tr low and high, divisions s the hiss of cheeks
Tic drops the tone various phrases Instantly
Ben electric bell. P gain
Meta silence tremble ; intervals
Car a flats flat some splendid street sound
The International b p
B which coarse pitch ral
B g two thought pieces,
Requisite tube twenty minutes
Do read it. jarring read it ;
Measured rise and returning b
DÉCOR & MISE EN SCENE
One dressed him amongst the eastern clouds. Four
Has movements ss smoked
In another moment rapidly surrounded by men with stars,
As a e certain light flashed the slightest undulation imaginable Then all was over;
Red scent huge gilded vest moons
Hat feather ceremony rust
Her startling uniform dress the sea
Flickering of creamy with frocks red
A jacket clipped her figure a walking pocket-handkerchief
Above her soft black dress, the petal
Ble pale cloak, swan’s down
Shaped iron ties ble fast falling pieces
One kiss on on the table,
Paper your image
Her form tow gently tendrils no plant, lips whispering
In the glass the tips of her toes
Hat refined, wonderful velvety ff dress almost insolent in its star
Let us meet him, clothed in a suit of light brilliant flower.
Leaves. Love-making the scattered tables
Lighting a cigarette, across the gravel
Raw the hat of happiness
What shoes step perverse elf ring ear
All lie, wicker coffin flesh violets above rave,
The tabulated hat fluttering with feathers, geranium A physical weight. D chest smothering him. Ot
Siders he sound elf blue books and blue-books
Passion w lashes W w
Breaking grass and,
The shuttered dress, hat
Sinking lights of lamps
Ormola rays, clothed V A bourgeois
Paper brown two mirrors and life sized photograph of Emperor, coloured Here and there vases candelabra arranged sale objects décor-
Trembling ging white-capped woman mit passing through arp