Last night, while collecting the words on “temporary discomforts” that might grow into something else, a Chris Newman poem popped into my mind: The Black Balloon. It’s a black balloon that bursts. It’s about Darmstadt (in the 80s). I can’t remember much of the text though, nor have I been able to find it online. I originally came across it in Kevin Volans’ Summer Gardeners: Conversations With Composers, Summer 1984 – one of the many collections of interviews I read during the 90s in my eagerness to learn about composition.
If you’re not familiar with Chris Newman, take a listen to this excerpt of him singing one of his songs.
100 Days of Something: 10 “The Black Balloon” #The100DayProject rdgr.me/u/dw0h6c