I'm afraid once again I have failed spectacularly - though less spectacularly than last time. This time I have some music! I've finished two movements of my planned five and will post them along with an analysis and my plans for the others. If you choose to discount from the competition due to it being incomplete that's fine, I just wanted to post what I had
The text I used was 'Dulce et Decorum est' by Wilfred Owen. The instrumentation 2 Trumpets in Bb, 2 Horns in F and 2 Trombones. The score is in concert pitch because I'm lazy.
The Poem:
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys!–An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime...
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,–
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
The first movement is based on the title, 'Dulce et Decorum est'. At the time this poem was written that was an often quoted saying in favour of the war, translating as "what a wonderful thing it is". Reflecting this I used the hymn 'Eternal Father Strong to Save' as my theme, because of its military implications, and this became my first movement.
The second movement sadly doesn't exist, but I plan for it to be based on the first stanza, in the minor mode, with a long slow melody based on motifs from the theme. I haven't quite decided on the orchestration and other details yet, but there will be a slow ritenuto to portray the idea of the sludge slowing the men down.
The third movement, also sadly doesn't exist - this will be based on the second stanza and I intend to convey the drama and terror of the gas attack with continually changing time signatures (irregular ones too

) and metrically irregular dissonant stabs with muted trumpets (straight mutes).
The fourth movement does exist, by some freak accident I can only assume. It's short, very short. This is because it's based o nthe third stanza, which is only to lines long. I've abandoned tonal harmony altogether; which was very scary for me. The intention of this movement was to try and replicate the immediacy of Owen's third stanza and serve as a transition between the third and fourth movements.
The final movement is where I intend to get across Owen's real message which in my opinion is all to do with the irony of the title. It is restated at the end of the stanza leaving the reading in no doubt that war is decidedly shit, and most certainly not wonderful. To convey this I will restate the theme in its entirely, but reduced to three parts (one for each type of instrument) which the second of each instrument doubles the first at the interval of a second. This I hope will leave the theme recognisable, but ugly, dissonant, and most importantly
corrupted.
I intend to finish this in the near future, so although it may not qualify for the competition (though I hope it does, I'd love to hear the judges comments, even if I have no hope of winning) I will hopefully be posting the finished product in chamber works soon
