
My poem, “Sonata No. 6 (for Julian Scriabin),” was just published at The Chamber Magazine (thanks again to Phil Slattery for accepting it). If you are a wordsmith with morbid tendencies, I encourage you to submit your work!
I recently posted a video of the titular sonata, but there’s some good background on the piece on Wikipedia. I don’t recall precisely when I discovered Alexander Scriabin but it was in my late teens and I loved Russian composers as much as I loved Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. When I heard No. 6 for the first time… it was a formative experience for a Goth girl. There was no Wikipedia then, but there were liner notes, and I was thrilled to discover that the piece scared the shit out of Scriabin too, and he rarely performed it.
It was many years later that I learned about Alexander’s son Julian, whose music you’ll probably never hear on NPR (though a few recordings are out there). Julian’s work, as you might expect from a composer who died when he was 11, bore many of his father’s hallmarks but was not without personality of its own. I have always wondered how it might have evolved if he had not died so tragically young in that “boating accident”…
Both intense music and words. Far too deep for age 11. What demons he must have seen. (K)
LikeLiked by 1 person
My thoughts exactly; I think Mozart was 5 when he wrote his first composition but there is something both otherworldly and adult about Julian Scriabin’s music that gives me chills.
LikeLiked by 1 person
A truly creepy and well crafted poem!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks, RO! I aim to creep. ^_^
LikeLiked by 1 person
Mission accomplished!
LikeLiked by 1 person