James A. Winn  

Scholar:                                                                                                                    Flutist

The Poetry of War   (Cambridge, 2008) has now                           Next public concert: MIT Chapel,
been published in both the U.K. and the U.S.                           noon, October 16. Watch                                                                                                    this  space.                                           
Related events and publications:

Read an interview in BUToday, with a link to a video presentation.
Listen to an interview on “Quiddity,” with host Joanna Beth Tweedy
Read “Five Best” in the The Wall Street Journal
Read “A Waste of Shame” in the Chronicle of Higher Education
                                                                                                    
Academic Profile                                                                                                                    Musical Profile

Curriculum Vitae

Musical selection of the week:
Paul Hindemith, Sonata
with Martin Amlin, piano
live performance
2000.
Sehr langsam

Poem of the week:

              At a Solemn Music

Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heaven’s joy,
Sphere-born harmonious sisters, Voice and Verse,
Wed your divine sounds, and mixed pow’r employ,
Dead things with inbreathed sense able to pierce;
And to our high-raised phantasy present
That undisturbed song of pure concent,
Aye sung before the sapphire-coloured throne
To Him that sits thereon,
With saintly shout, and solemn jubilee,
Where the bright Seraphim in burning row
Their loud uplifted angel-trumpets blow,
And the Cherubic host in thousand choirs
Touch their immortal harps of golden wires,
With those just Spirits that wear victorious palms,
Hymns devout and holy psalms
Singing everlastingly:
Thus we on earth with undiscording voice
May rightly answer that melodious noise;
As once we did, till disproportioned sin
Jarred against nature’s chime, and with harsh din
Broke the fair music that all creatures made
To their great Lord, whose love their motion swayed
In perfect diapason, whilst they stood
In first obedience, and their state of good.
O may we soon again renew that song,
And keep in tune with Heaven, till God ere long
To His celestial concert us unite,
To live with Him, and sing in endless morn of light.

                                                        ——John Milton

30 July 2008