A Dionysia, Part 7b

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A Dionysia, Part 7b is a music video for Henryk Górecki’s String Quartet No. 3: Largo, Cantabile, with passages from Isaiah from the King James Bible, and with the end of Matthew Arnold’s Dover Beach.


Górecki, Henryk. “String Quartet No. 3, op. 67: Largo, Cantabile.” Henryk Górecki: String Quartet No. 3 (…Songs Are Sung). Performed by Kronos Quartet. Nonesuch, 2007. CD.


painting by Paul Klee: Clouds over Bor (1940)
Paul Klee. Clouds over Bor. 1940.

painting by Claude Monet: Sunset, Foggy Weather, Pourville (1882)
Claude Monet. Sunset, Foggy Weather, Pourville. 1882.

painting by Arkhip Kuindzhi: Sunset in the Winter. A Coast of the Sea (c.1890)
Arkhip Kuindzhi. Sunset in the Winter. A Coast of the Sea. c.1890.

painting by Mikalojus Konstantinas Čiurlionis: The City (1908)
Mikalojus Konstantinas Čiurlionis. The City. 1908.

painting by Arkhip Kuindzhi: Clouds (c.1905)
Arkhip Kuindzhi. Clouds. c.1905.

painting by Claude Monet: The Ally Point, Low Tide (1882)
Claude Monet. The Ally Point, Low Tide. 1882.

painting by Vincent van Gogh: Field with Poppies (1890)
Vincent van Gogh. Field with Poppies. 1890.

painting by Camille Pissarro: Sunset at Eragny (1890)
Camille Pissarro. Sunset at Eragny. 1890.

painting by Mikalojus Konstantinas Čiurlionis: News (1905)
Mikalojus Konstantinas Čiurlionis. News. 1905.


King James Bible. BibleGateway.com. Web. Accessed 16 Sept. 2015. (Also available on Project Gutenberg: https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8023)

[Isaiah 1:15, 1:5-7, 5:7]:

When ye spread forth your hands, I will hide mine eyes from you: yea, when ye make many prayers, I will not hear: your hands are full of blood.

The whole head is sick, and the whole heart faint. From the sole of the foot even unto the head there is no soundness in it; but wounds, and bruises, and putrifying sores: they have not been closed, neither bound up, neither mollified with ointment.

Your country is desolate, your cities are burned with fire: your land, strangers devour it in your presence, and it is desolate, as overthrown by strangers.

And he looked for judgment, but behold oppression; for righteousness, but behold a cry.

[Isaiah 1:18-20, 4:2, 4:3, 65:25]:

Come now, and let us reason together, saith the Lord: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.

If ye be willing and obedient, ye shall eat the good of the land: But if ye refuse and rebel, ye shall be devoured with the sword: for the mouth of the Lord hath spoken it.

In that day shall the branch of the Lord be beautiful and glorious.

And it shall come to pass, that he that is left in Zion, and he that remaineth in Jerusalem, shall be called holy, even every one that is written among the living in Jerusalem.

The wolf and the lamb shall feed together, and the lion shall eat straw like the bullock: and dust shall be the serpent’s meat. They shall not hurt nor destroy in all my holy mountain, saith the Lord.

[Isaiah 24:11-12, 24:4, 5:14, 5:24, 5:15, 24:7-8]:

All joy is darkened, the mirth of the land is gone. In the city is left desolation, and the gate is smitten with destruction.

The earth mourneth and fadeth away, the world languisheth and fadeth away, the haughty people of the earth do languish.

Therefore hell hath enlarged herself, and opened her mouth without measure: and their glory, and their multitude, and their pomp, and he that rejoiceth, shall descend into it.

Therefore as the fire devoureth the stubble, and the flame consumeth the chaff, so their root shall be as rottenness, and their blossom shall go up as dust.

And the mean man shall be brought down, and the mighty man shall be humbled, and the eyes of the lofty shall be humbled.

The new wine mourneth, the vine languisheth, all the merryhearted do sigh. The mirth of tabrets ceaseth, the noise of them that rejoice endeth, the joy of the harp ceaseth.

[Isaiah 5:25]:

For all this his anger is not turned away, but his hand is stretched out still.


Arnold, Matthew. “Dover Beach.” Poetical Works of Matthew Arnold. 1891. Project Gutenberg, 2009. Web. Accessed 12 June 2015. <https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/27739>.

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.