Name: Morning Wander by Angelina Panozzo
Duration: 5 min 4 s
Description: I wrote this piece for a friend's son, inspired by my morning walks along the river on these chilly mornings.

Harry Stafylakis (b. 1982)
www.hstafylakis.com

"Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars."
-Khalil Gibran (1883-1931)

"The Scythian soldier scrapes the scalp clean of flesh and, rubbing it between his hands to soften it, uses it thenceforth as a napkin. The Scyth is proud of these scalps and hangs them from his bridle rein; the greater the number of such napkins that a man can show, the more highly is he esteemed among his brethren. Many make themselves cloaks by sewing a quantity of these scalps together."
-Herodotus (ca. 484–425 BCE)

A warrior is marked by battle – body and mind. Wounds take on symbolic meaning: this man has survived. Against all odds, he lives. His scars, those pale braids of fibrous tissue woven across his flesh, are the trophies of war. And so are the braids he has shorn off the heads of fallen enemies. 

My sincerest thanks to the Cadillac Moon Ensemble for bringing Scars & Braids to life. 


Scars & Braids was composed for the Cadillac Moon Ensemble. It was premiered on April 9, 2014 in Elebash Hall, New York City. 

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Scars & Braids (2014) - for 4 players

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Purchase this piece for performance: bit.ly/latenovember

Light of Late November sets Barbara Crooker’s poem Praise Song, which describes in vivid detail the simple beauty of an autumn evening. This piece was premiered by The Singers - Minnesota Choral Artists on May 31, 2014 in St. Paul, MN.

Text:
Praise the light of late November, 
the thin sunlight that goes deep in the bones.
Praise the crows chattering in the oak trees;
though they are clothed in night, they do not 
despair.  Praise what little there’s left:  
the small boats of milkweed pods, husks, hulls, 
shells, the architecture of trees.  Praise the meadow
of dried weeds:  yarrow, goldenrod, chicory,
the remains of summer.  Praise the blue sky
that hasn’t cracked yet.  Praise the sun slipping down
behind the beechnuts, praise the quilt of leaves
that covers the grass:  Scarlet Oak, Sweet Gum,
Sugar Maple.  Though darkness gathers, praise our crazy
fallen world; it’s all we have, and it’s never enough.

—Barbara Crooker

Light Of Late November

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This is my childhood. My home. My unpbringing. Me. 

In the original version of "My Old Kentucky Home, " it stated 'in summer the darkies are gay..." 

I chose to sing this as a honest reminder of our past. #sankofabesopowerful

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I wrote this piece for a friend's son, inspired by my morning walks along the river on these chilly mornings. 

Morning Wander

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Morning Wander

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