I hope this helps! Hello Dean, I'm a composer and have been asked to create an instrumental setting of O rubor sanguines no. Unable to find a transcription of this chant in modern notation, and inept in deciphering nuematic notation, I began transcribing this chant from recordings.
It's fairly accurate based on the performance I transcribed. However, it would be very helpful to me if I could find an authoritative transcription. Can you or anyone else help in this area?
I can't find this piece anywhere on the list. Where would I be able to find it? Thank you! Hi Katie! The "Magnificat" is the Canticle or Song of Mary in response to the Angel Gabriel's message that she would bear the Christ child; it appears in the Gospel of Luke It is a traditional part of the monastic evening prayer service called Vespers, and like the psalms sung during such monastic prayer services, it would usually be preceded and followed by an antiphon, or short verse written specifically for each day.
Thus, it is likely that Hildegard composed the antiphon O rubor sanguinis to accompany the Magnificat for the Vespers service in the evening of Oct. Ursula and her companions on Oct. This is explained in more detail in the Commentary section on that page. The Anonymous 4 recording is from their album "11, Virgins"which recorded the entire Office for St. As such, they included a setting of the Magnificat from the Ahrweil Antiphoner, to give the antiphon more concrete liturgical context.
Nathan, Thanks again for the transcription of O Rubor Sanquinis! I thought you might be interested in hearing the instrumental piece clarinet and cello that I composed based on that transcription. I was given full liberty to interpret that however I felt. I chose to not stray too far from the chant itself. There are three distinct sections in the piece. In the first two, I kept the chant intact and unaltered. The first section the clarinet voices the chant with the cello harmonizing.
In the second section, the cello states the chant while the clarinet states a counter melody. The third section almost completely detaches itself from the chant. Only the first three notes are referenced and expanded upon. Anyway, the Erato Ensemble, a Vancouver-based group that commissioned the piece, posted a very nice recording of the performance. This is a wonderful resource, thank you! I am wondering whether you have any information on the manuscript transcriptions which you cite copy-pasted below for reference.
Does the Salzburg book of her "Lieder," which appears to be published in German, contain Hildegard's Latin texts along with the music? And is the music written in square notes I have heard that this was the case - hoping to confirm? Lastly, any advice on how to track down the second resource, edited by Marianne Richert Pfau? Thank you again for this wonderful website!
Manuscripts — Transcriptions Hildegard von Bingen. Hildegard of Bingen. Symphonia armonie celestium revelationum. Marianne Richert Pfau. Bryn Mawr, Pa. I can confirm that the Salzburg Lieder edition contains the texts together with the music, and the music is given in square notes on the four-line staff i. They have recently changed hands and are subbing out some of their publications so you might be redirected around a bit. Good luck.
I perform your transcriptions of Hildegard von Bingen on solo cello with a drone accompaniment to small groups of listeners. I must tell you that I receive many many enlightened responses from listeners that attest to the therapeutic effects that Hildegard's melismatic melodies give to thirsting souls who drink in the spirit that her compositions exude.
Combining the Bach solo unaccompanied cello suites with Hildegard is truly an event to experience! For, this is eternal music that lives in the past, blesses the present, and changes the future. Thank you for helping to bring light to this world. Dear Nathaniel, Beverly and Xenia, Just a quick note to thank you. I started a 'Covid confinement' project to record and revisit all 77 of Hildegard's liturgical chants from home, and I have found this page a great support.
I am using primarily the Dendermonde manuscript for my interpretations, unless the chants are only in the Riesencodex I am based in Belgium, after all! I am currently on my tenth chant - I hope that our return to 'normality' will not get in the way of my recording the rest ;- Anyway, many thanks, and long live HvB! Thank you for putting this together!
This was immensely beneficial for my research and understanding of Hildegard. I might be able to finish that project for school now :. Introduction Perhaps no other medieval composer has captivated the interests of popular audiences, scholars, and the religious faithful as Hildegard of Bingen. She is by far the most famous composer of plainchant, and her 77 liturgical chants and morality play have found a happy place today in the repertoires of both religious congregations and classical and New Age artists alike.
More works can be definitely attributed to Hildegard than any other composer from the Middle Ages. HildegardII. For Hildegard, music rises almost to the level of a sacrament, channeling the perfection of divine grace from the heavenly choirs down to us, where we reflect the symphony in the blessed joy of song.
This overarching story of salvation forms the fundamental theme of many of her musical compositions, told in the symbolic economy of poetry. When the Word of God, by speaking or singing? Each was written for specific days and celebrations in the Church calendar. Other musical forms are the responsorya series of solo verses alternating with choral responses sung at vigils matins ; hymnswhich were sung at various times during the monastic office but never at Mass ; sequencessung between the Alleluia and Gospel at Mass, in which each strophe has its own common melodic motifs shared between its two versicles; and a Kyrie and an Alleluia-verse.
Thomas Paris, Bibl. MS III. The Latin texts, which are rhapsodic and sometimes elliptical, are closely aligned with an ornate musical style that extends the boundaries of contemporary practice. The principles of Christian rhetoric as set forth by St. Augustine inform the monastic devotional practices for which the music was designed. Hildegard claimed to be uneducated. An uneducated woman had taught me.
Women had few rights, and public speech was by and large forbidden to them. Though enclosed religious women had more options for literacy, including musical literacy, than their secular counterparts, it was the norm that their writings and compositions would not circulate outside of the community. As we know, Hildegard was initially fearful of the consequences of revealing and recording her visions and only did so after she received permission from the ecclesiastical authorities.
Even then she waited until her reputation as a prophet was secure before she ventured to speak boldly in public and to undertake preaching journeys. As head of the community, she had a special responsibility to insure the spiritual well-being of the nuns the cura monialiumone she took seriously.
As the ars praedicandi art of preaching and the codes of monastic devotion were both fundamental to the religious life and founded in the principles of rhetoric, she would have gained familiarity with their rhetorical underpinnings from daily exposure as St.
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When it started it was sort of an adventure, we'd heard from the people trapped in Wuhan that they had been told it could be transmitted through the mouth and eyes and the man who eventually got out and had not had the virus had gone out wearing goggles and a mask.
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We had projects at home. Lots of improvements, using found stuff. Fixing stuff that had been needing help for a while. And slowly we crept to a 'new normal' - not going out, visiting people at home, sitting out in the garden the weather was great. Got a hot tub. And a suntan. Garden looked like a tropical paradise. Did all my meetings from the garden. People wondered where I was - looking more like Barbados and less like Tottenham the more the summer went on. Work started discussing the return to the office.
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Is this brown or yellow? The woman is wearing a fluffy mustard zip up jacket. Nah brown. They all have a different opinion.
One claims to have perfect vision when accused of his eyes not working right. Next is a purple coat. They all went purple. I read a book recently called The Secret Lives of Colours - fantastic book - delving into the history of colours, individually named, some very similar to each other but historically known differently. Stories about their popularity, rise and fall. Fantastically interesting. I wish I had had it with me. For after this book there is no simple yellow, red, blue, green absolutes.
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