Robert Charles Howard
Biography of Robert Charles Howard
I try to keep the rust away by being an active composer and have been the conductor of the Belleville Philharmonic Orchestra in Belleville IL since 1995 and of the Belleville Philharmonic Chorale since 2001.
I have recently published a book of poems called Unity Tree which is available from Amazon.com. I am a member of the League of American Orchestras and the Colorado Poetry Center.
I was recently commissioned to compose a cantata called Wilderness Reflections for the centennial of Rocky Mountain National Park by the Oratorio Society of Estes Park that was premiered in June 2015.
My compositions have been been performed by many professional, community, college and high school ensembles in Missouri, Illinois and other parts of the country. Six of the vocal texts are poems by Wendell berry and I wrote three of the vocal texts.
I composed a Christmas cantata entitled, Radiance of the Light that was premiered by the Belleville Philharmonic Chorale and Orchestra in December,2007 and my Piano Sonata was premiered by Michael McElvain in April,2008. A video of my piano sonata can be viewed at YouTube:
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Here is a link to a Belleville Philharmonic Chorale and Orchestra performance of a new choral work by Charles DuMontier called Into this World:
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Meditation for oboe d'amore, harp and strings was premiered in Loja, Ecuador by John Walker, soloist with the Orquestra Sinfonica de Loja on Friday, June 20th,2008 with Winfried Mitterer, conducting.
Poetry and story writing are a relatively new activities for me. Many of the poems posted relate directly to musical compositions. Two of the poems posted on this site, Eagles on the Mississippi and Ice Storm 2006 have been published by Straight Up Magazine. Five poems are included in the Oh What a Tangled Web edited by Elysabeth Falsund and Richard Brotbeck.
For a general listing of my activities, please visit my web site at:
I reside in Belleville IL with my wife Robin and our Golden Retriever and Shelty mix, Hannah.
Robert Charles Howard's Works:
Prisms for unaccompanied alto flute is included in the Anthology, New Music for Alto Flute and Bass Flute edited by Dr. Robert Fruewald. A choral piece called Asian Sketches for Unaccompanied Chorus is included on a St. Louis Chamber Choir CD called St. Louis Sings.
Five poems are included in the Oh What a Tangled Web edited by Elysabeth Falsund and Richard Brotbeck.
Robert Charles Howard Poems
Anatomy Of Arrogance
A shivering ball of fear wrapped in a crust of pride too thick for sharpest arrows huddles alone but well protected.
The power scythe roared and quivered;
Farmers flocked to Blossburg's mines willing their abandoned plows to perpetual dust and rain.
How could I ever understand what it is you choose to call existence and how could I ever
In memoriam, professor Earl Henry Through shuttered eyes, I see you still - dressed out in earthen tones
Delusions of immortality vanish in a heartbeat as earth’s colossal magnets clutch jagged fire ribbons -
As Plain As The Nose
A nose is such a ruddy hoot - sloping south between the eyes with tubes flared out like a hungry Hoover
A snow blower at maximum throttle has no cyclonic edge on a happy quintet of grandkids assaulting a stack of presents.
A stranger ventured across the universal chasm setting lips and tongue to calculated motion.
Cathedrals Of Bling
The Gods are money sound these days. and priests have marketing degrees - The faithful, called to worship by giant plasma screens,
Spare no lament for the maple leaves that, defying their impending fall, play blazing gold and scarlet concerts bright as Christmas brass in marble halls.
Citizen Barack Obama
As the Metrolink Eastbound hissed to a stop at Belleville Station, we carried our hopes across the threshold.
A toy locomotive fresh red paint on it’s wooden boiler waits on time for completion.
Beware Bold Maverick Calf
Have pity on the maverick calf who flees his mother's milk and shuns the circle of his herd - drifting on through sage and hills -
Narcissus leaned forward
to better view his matchless beauty
and tumbled to watery doom.
how far can we lean in self adoration
before our coasts tilt into the seas?