gerelateerde werken
Put me on my bike Nº 1 : for solo-baritone, recorder (alto), mixed choir / Jacques Bank
	
			Genre: 
		
		Vocaal
	
			Subgenre: 
		
		Gemengd koor en instrumenten
	
			Bezetting: 
		
		bar 4sopr 4alt 4ten 4bas rec-a
	
	
			Genre: 
		
		Vocaal
	
			Subgenre: 
		
		Zangstem en instrument(en)
	
			Bezetting: 
		
		medium cl pf vl vla
	
	
			Genre: 
		
		Vocaal
	
			Subgenre: 
		
		Zangstem en instrument(en)
	
			Bezetting: 
		
		sopr-m fl pf vc
	
Roundelay : a setting of words by Thomas Nashe, for soprano and 7 instruments, 1979 / David Rowland
	
			Genre: 
		
		Vocaal
	
			Subgenre: 
		
		Zangstem en instrument(en)
	
			Bezetting: 
		
		sopr fl cl perc pf vl vla vc
	
compositie
				Invitation to eternity : for soprano, clarinet, violoncello and piano, 2002 / words: John Clare, Jacques Bank
			
					
										Overige auteurs:
									
									
									Clare, John
									(Tekstdichter/librettist)
								
							Bank, Jacques
									(Componist)
								
							
							Bevat:
						
						
						Introduction
						To poesy
						The past
						The dying child
						The lout
						An effusion to poesy
						Invitation to eternity
						To John Clare
						
							Toelichting:
						
						
						Program note (English): The John Clare Triptych consists of three compositions dedicated to the life and work of the English poet John Clare. He was born in the little country village of Helpston (Northhamptonshire) in 1793 as son of a poor farmhand  and died in a lunatic asylum in 1864. Clare's main problem was his homelessness. He didn't belong to the simple, non-intellectual world of his native region. Neither did he to the intellectual, arrogant world of the literary hotshots in London. Nor to the seeminly uncomplicated world of the gypsies. Even the asylum, where he stayed for the last twenty years of his life, was not his home. He wasn't mad. He just couldn't manage life. - Part 1: 'Invitation to Eternity' is based on some of Clare's poems. Not the famous ones, but the less known, often unfinished, confused and incoherent poems. They reflect a troubled, but highly oroginal mind. - JACQUES BANK