This is a timely issue 
                as the world commemorates the 60th 
                anniversary of the liberation of Auschwitz. 
                This is a work I found both beautiful 
                and dignified, and, though the word 
                may seem inappropriate, exciting, for 
                it is extremely powerful with a momentum 
                that is evident right from the start. 
              
 
              
Norwegian composer 
                Stale Kleiberg has succeeded in writing 
                a piece that is a fitting tribute to 
                the victims of the Holocaust; a piece 
                that holds its head up high, without 
                any over-sentimentalising of events 
                which were so unspeakable they need 
                nothing but a truthful telling. 
              
 
              
The work is divided 
                into three principal sections representing 
                Jews, Gypsies and homosexuals to stand 
                for all who suffered Nazi persecution. 
                The soloists detail how these groups 
                were singled out for annihilation. These 
                sections are framed by and interspersed 
                with several of the recognised mainstays 
                of requiems: Requiem Aeternam, Dies 
                Irae, Kyrie and Agnus Dei, plus Psalm 
                13, Libera Me and In Paradisum. In doing 
                this Kleiberg has followed in the musical 
                footsteps of Britten whose "War 
                Requiem" was composed to be performed 
                at the newly completed Coventry Cathedral 
                in 1960, after its medieval predecessor 
                was destroyed in the German air raid 
                of November 1940. For that work Britten 
                selected poems by the First World War 
                poet Wilfred Owen to point up his Requiem’s 
                assertion that war is the signal failure 
                of societies and governments to resolve 
                differences without resorting to self-destruction. 
                Kleiberg, in his turn, has used modern 
                poetry in a similar way to highlight 
                this same terrible truth. He commissioned 
                Edwin Morgan, the Glasgow poet Laureate, 
                who himself fought in the Second World 
                War, to write three poems, each representing 
                a group as mentioned above. And mighty 
                powerful poems they are too as the following 
                extract from the 3rd movement 
                "The Yellow Triangle: Jews" 
                amply demonstrates:- 
                "…From the shattered shops of the 
                Kristallnacht
                To the shattered bodies of the camps
                Was a small step. From the shattered 
                bodies
                To the final solution was a small step.
                We entered by the gate of fear.
                We exited without hope, as smoke.
                The chimneys pointed at the sky
                In silence, unaccusing, unaccused..." 
              
Powerful, direct and 
                brutal in the graphic stories they tell, 
                the words of the poems are cradled by 
                some equally powerful music. The second 
                movement, Dies Irae, reminded me very 
                much of Orff’s "Carmina Burana" 
                inasmuch as it is earthy and musically 
                very strong. All the music is extremely 
                effective in putting over the horror 
                and poignancy of the events and is well 
                played and sung by a clearly devoted 
                band and choirs. This is a work that 
                deserves to be heard and it would be 
                wonderful if it were programmed into 
                this the 2005 Proms season. I thoroughly 
                and unreservedly recommend that you 
                listen to it. 
              
Steve Arloff