Eric Skytterholm Egan | in One 2

(2015) | Performance Notes - Full Score


List of Works



We were the only crucial clocks, our minds and bodies, way stations for the distribution of time.

Don Delillo - Underworld

Richie cocked his lips apart. A low incipient note sweet banshee murmured: all. A thrush. A throstle. His breath, birdsweet, good teeth he's proud of, fluted with painful woe. Is lost. Rich sound. Two notes in one there. Blackbird I heard in the hawthorn valley. Taking my motives he twined and turned them. All most too new call is lost in all. Echo. How sweet the answer. How is that done? All lost now. Mournful he whistled. Fall, surrender, lost.

James Joyce - Ulysses





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