The Carnival of Animals

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Created by Trevor Copp,  & Robin Patterson

 

Number of Performers: 2

Language: English

Length: 1 hour

 

CONTACT

Robert Missen, The Bobolink Agency

905-632-6047

rmissen@sympatico.ca

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'The Carnival of Animals' is a Classical music composition by Camille Saint-Saëns, a piece often used to introduce children to the Classic music world with movements devoted to elephants, chickens, and turtles. Our production features Trevor Copp's interpretation of these animals - watch him become a clucking, growling, and flapping parade of animals who bridge this wonderful music to the hearts and minds of children and adults alike. 

 

Each animal will also be introduced by  poems introducing the animals and considering the ecological role these animals play in this world we share. 

 

"The Carnival of Animals' toured pre-COVID to Classical Music festivals in Southern Ontario to tremendous response from both children and adults. 

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A special feature of 'Carnival' is the original texts. 'Carnival' is traditionally performed using the poetry of Ogden Nash, text which we felt could use some updating. So TBT/Trevor Copp penned new verses, creating a collection of poems which is now set to be published bu Dollhouse Publishing as a stand alone book featuring the images of Mexican sculptor Cesar Corboda. Here's the first poem:

Before the thrill

When Saint-Saëns’ quill

Notated this noted notation,

That quill had a bill

Whose trills filled hills

From nation to nation to nation.

 

Can we return that quill

To the bird who trilled

And flew and feasted and foraged?

Who saw from great heights

The world and its sites

Then fell among the foliage?

 

Can these strings grow wings? 

Can this flute song sing

As sounded the Amazon basin?

Can these reeds reseed 

Till the trees and weeds

Reclaim their conquered kingdom?

 

Can these ivory tusks,

The keys we now thrust,

Regain their hornèd complexion?

And grow like plants

Into the elephants 

From whose hollowed husks we plucked them?

 

Sit in silence broken.

I think I see the first one…