The Opposites Game | SATB Chorus & Piano | 10'
Brendan Constantine’s text for The Opposites Game plays with the idea of having a “right”
answer as it asks what may be an unanswerable question:What is the opposite of a gun?
As the piece explores the answer, the idea of opposites is reflected in the music as well.
Near the beginning of the piece, the melody used for “My life had stood a loaded gun” is
inverted to create the melody for the sentence made of up antonyms: “Your / Death / Will Sit
/ Many / Empty.” “Inverted” is a musical term for flipping a series of notes upside down;
here, the first melody is reflected over C to create the second melody.
Near the end of the piece, the music for “the opposite of a gun is wherever you point it” is
the retrograde of the melody used for “Your death will sit through many empty poems.”
“Retrograde” is a musical term for when the notes of a melody are played
in reverse order—another kind of musical opposite.
This piece was composed for Matthew Workman and the National Concert Chorus,
with guest conductor Craig Hella Johnson, for a June 13, 2020 world premiere
at Carnegie Hall.
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THE OPPOSITES GAME
for Patricia Maisch
This day my students and I play the Opposites Game
with a line from Emily Dickinson. My life had stood
a loaded gun, it goes and I write it on the board,
pausing so they can call out the antonyms –
Had stood ? Will sit
Gun ? Gun.
For a moment, very much like the one between
lightning and it’s sound, the children just stare at me,
and then it comes, a flurry, a hail storm of answers –
Flower, says one. No, Book, says another. That's stupid,
cries a third, the opposite of a gun is a pillow. Or maybe
a hug, but not a book, no way is it a book. With this,
the others gather their thoughts
and suddenly it’s a shouting match. No one can agree,
for every student there’s a final answer. It's a song,
a prayer, I mean a promise, like a wedding ring, and
later a baby. Or what’s that person who delivers babies?
A midwife? Yes, a midwife. No, that’s wrong. You're so
wrong you’ll never be right again. It's a whisper, a star,
it's saying I love you into your hand and then touching
someone's ear. Are you crazy? Are you the president
of Stupid-land? You should be, When's the election?
It’s a teddy bear, a sword, a perfect, perfect peach.
Go back to the first one, it's a flower, a white rose.
When the bell rings, I reach for an eraser but a girl
snatches it from my hand. Nothing's decided, she says,
We’re not done here. I leave all the answers
on the board. The next day some of them have
stopped talking to each other, they’ve taken sides.
There's a Flower club. And a Kitten club. And two boys
calling themselves The Snowballs. The rest have stuck
with the original game, which was to try to write
something like poetry.
It's a diamond, it's a dance,
the opposite of a gun is a museum in France.
It's the moon, it's a mirror,
it's the sound of a bell and the hearer.
The arguing starts again, more shouting, and finally
a new club. For the first time I dare to push them.
Maybe all of you are right, I say.
Well, maybe. Maybe it's everything we said. Maybe it’s
everything we didn't say. It's words and the spaces for words.
They're looking at each other now. It's everything in this room
and outside this room and down the street and in the sky.
It's everyone on campus and at the mall, and all the people
waiting at the hospital. And at the post office. And, yeah,
it's a flower, too. All the flowers. The whole garden.
The opposite of a gun is wherever you point it.
Don’t write that on the board, they say. Just say poem.
Your death will sit through many empty poems.
early drafts & composing notes
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