An enigmatic female presence is swirling in a dark and worried volubility, with short and sharp sentences: this first half of Florence Delay’s poem “Ghost” is like a suppressed cry of anguish, whose resonance is here exacerbated in a profuse material on the eight voices of the female chorus.
Then with the confession: “My name is Girl, I tell the truth,” interwoven soft vocalises evoke the echoes of a serene elsewhere. Time is suspended…
This climax, though at the central place of the poem, takes place earlier in the musical piece, at the strategic point of the two-thirds. For it is a luminous agitation that from now on hastens the action, and makes souls come together through the crackling sounds of wooden blocks and other rain sticks.
(translation Philippe DO)