WEATHER
A COMPANION RESOURCE FOR EDUCATORS, STUDENTS & AUDIENCES
MUSIC BY ROLLO DILWORTH
TEXT BY CLAUDIA RANKINE
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About this resource
This companion resource for Weather is intended for students, educators, conductors, and audiences to learn more about the social, political, and historical context of this work. The sections of this guide correspond directly to each section of the music. Simply click on an image below to access conductor notes, musical content information, suggested questions for discussion, and a list of recommended reading, watching, or listening for each section of the piece. This companion resource is not intended to be an exhaustive reference list or prescribed set of lesson plans, but rather an opportunity for everyone to more deeply understand this work and its critically important social and historical context. As you explore this resource, I challenge you to ask, How do I relate to this work? How is my own story a part of this one? Consider how can we use this work in the way that composer Rollo Dilworth intends; to become better citizens in our communities.
Weather
Weather
Text by Claudia Rankine
Weather
Weather
Music by Rollo Dilworth
On a scrap of paper in the archive is written
On a scrap of paper in the archive is written
I have forgotten my umbrella. Turns out
in a pandemice everyone, not just the philosopher
is without.
Image by Julianna Hanna
We scramble in the drought of information
We scramble in the drought of information
held back by inside traders. Drop by drop. Face
covering? No, yes. Social distancing? Six feet
under for underlying conditions. Black.
Just us and the blues kneeling on a neck
with the full weight of a man in blue.
Eight minutes and forty-six seconds.
In extremis, I can't breathe gives way
to asphyxiation, to giving up this world,
and then mama, called to, a call
to protest, fire, glass,
Image by Emma Friedlander
say their names, say their names
say their names, say their names
Image by Mercedes Peters
white silence equals violence,
white silence equals violence,
the violence of again, a militarized police
force teargassing, bullets ricochet, and civil
unrest taking it, burning it down.
Jordana Bernard
Whatever
Whatever
contracts keep us social compel us now
to disorder the disorder.
Image by Brett Schuett
Peace. We're out
to repair the future. There's an umbrella
by the door, not for yesterday but for the weather
that's here. I say weather but I mean
a form of governing that deals out death
and names it living. I say weather but I mean
a November that won't be held off. This time
nothing, no one forgotten. We are here for the storm
that's storming because what's taken matters.
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