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Thursday, November 6, 2014

Interlude XIV. Nietzsche - part 3

Homer, Archilochus & Folk music




Intro & Preface & Contents

Previous: Interlude XIII. Nietzsche - part 2




From The Birth of Tragedy by Friedrich Nietzsche...



Sec 5 - Homer and Archilochus

...Homer, the aged self-absorbed dreamer, the type of the Apollinian naive artist... Archilochus appalls us by his cries of hatred and scorn, by his drunken outbursts of desire. Therefore is not he, who has been called the first subjective artist essentially the non-artist? ...


[Nietzsche quotes Schiller’s claim that for him the act of poetic creation starts with] a musical mood... ...they took for granted the union, indeed the identity, of the lyrist with the musician...


In the first place, as a Dionysian artist he has identified himself with the primal unity, its pain and contradiction. Assuming that music has been correctly termed a repetition and a recast of the world, we may say that he produces the copy of this primal unity as music. Now, however, under the Apollinian dream inspiration, this music reveals itself to him again as a symbolic dream image. The inchoate, intangible reflection of the primordial pain in music, with its redemption in mere appearance, now produces a second mirroring as a specific symbol or example. The artist has already surrendered his subjectivity in the Dionysian process...When Archilochus, the first Greek lyrist, proclaims to the daughters of Lycambes both his mad love and his contempt, it is not his passion alone that dances before us in orgiastic frenzy; but we see Dionysus and the Maenads, we see the drunken reveler Archilochus sunk down in slumber... the Dionysian-musical enchantment of the sleeper seems to emit image sparks, lyrical poems, which in their highest development are called tragedies and dramatic dihyrambs.


...The Dionysian musician is, without any images, himself pure primordial pain and its primordial re-echoing. The lyric genius is conscious of a world of images and symbols -- growing out of his state of mystical self-abnegation and oneness....


...Archilochus, the passionately inflamed, loving, and hating man, is but a vision of the genius, who by this time is no longer merely Archilochus, but a world-genius expressing his primordial pain symbolically in the symbol of the man Archilochus -- while the subjectively willing and desiring man, Archilochus, can never at any time be a poet...

No wonder Settembrini thinks music is problematic. I’m also thinking of Hans Castorp’s fondness for music. On the Foucaultean front, Archilochus seems to have a lot in common with the mad, or semi-mad, artists Foucault celebrates -- Bosch and Artaud. (I really can't win in presenting this point here. The relevant material in James's book will come after The Birth of Tragedy.)



...Insofar as the subject [of lyric poetry] is the artist, however, he has already been released from his individual will [this follows a lengthy quote from Schopenhauer], and has become, as it were, the medium through which the one truly existent subject celebrates his release in appearance. For to our humiliation and exaltation, one thing above all must be clear to us. The entire comedy of art is neither performed for our betterment or education nor are we the true authors of this art world. On the contrary, we may assume that we are merely images and artistic projections for the true author, and that we have our highest dignity in our significance as works of art -- for it is only as an aesthetic phenomenon that existence and the world are eternally justified -- while of course our consciousness of our own significance hardly differs from that which the soldiers painted on canvas have of the battle represented on it. Thus all our knowledge of art is basically quite illusory, because as knowing beings we are not one and identical with that being which, as sole author and spectator of this comedy of art, prepares a perpetual entertainment for itself....

Here I can’t help having in mind the Hindu “Devi” creation story. It amazes me that while Nietzsche talks about metaphysics he never seems to touch on cosmogony.

I would have sworn I had told the Devi creation myth somewhere but now I can't find it. I really need to work on my Labels.

My version of the myth goes like this: In The Beginning was mind contemplating itself. An aspect of that pure mind grew bored and started to dream. This aspect is known as the goddess Devi and everything we know as reality is her dream. And since there is nothing but her dream, we are both the dream and the dreamer.


Sec 6 - Folk music


...it might also be historically demonstrated that every period rich in folk songs has been most violently stirred by Dionysian currents, which we must consider the substratum and prerequisite of the folk song.


...we must conceive the folk song as the musical mirror of the world, as the original melody, now seeking for itself a parallel dream phenomenon and expressing it in poetry. Melody is therefore primary and universal... Melody generates the poem out of itself, ever again: that is what the strophic form of the folk song signifies...


Wiki: “Strophic form (also called "verse-repeating" or chorus form) is the term applied to songs in which all verses or stanzas of the text are sung to the same music. The opposite of strophic form, with new music written for every stanza, is called through-composed.“

“Many folk and popular songs are strophic in form, including the twelve bar blues, ballads, hymns and chants.“

Accordingly, we observe that in the poetry of the folk song, language is strained to its utmost that it may imitate music...


Our whole discussion insists that lyric poetry is dependent on the spirit of music just as music itself in its absolute sovereignty does not need the image and the concept, but merely endures them as accompaniments. The poem of the lyrist can express nothing that did not already lie hidden in that vast universality and absoluteness in the music that compelled him to figurative speech. Language can never adequately render the cosmic symbolism of music, because music stands in symbolic relation to the primordial contradiction and primordial pin in the heart of the primal unity, and therefore symbolizes a sphere which is beyond and prior to all phenomena. Rather, all phenomena, compared with it, are merely symbols: hence language, as the organ and symbol of phenomena, can never by any means disclose the innermost heart of music; language, in its attempt to imitate it, can only be in superficial contact with music; while all the eloquence of lyric poetry cannot bring the deepest significance of the latter one step nearer to us.


Again, Nietzsche would have loved the 1960s. This also gives insight into why the Taliban hate music so much. But there’s more. Rather than link back to Spring XXII, here’s the quote from Dr. Michio Kaku, theoretical physicist and co-inventor of String theory:



The latest version of String Theory is called M-Theory, “M” for membrane. So we now realize that strings can coexist with membranes. So the subatomic particles we see in nature, the quark, the electrons are nothing but musical notes on a tiny vibrating string.


What is physics?
Physics is nothing but the laws of harmony that you can write on vibrating strings.


What is chemistry?
Chemistry is nothing but the melodies you can play on interacting vibrating strings.


What is the universe?
The universe is a symphony of vibrating strings.


And then what is the mind of God that Albert Einstein eloquently wrote about for the last 30 years of his life?


We now, for the first time in history have a candidate for the mind of God. It is, cosmic music resonating through 11 dimensional hyperspace.

We are nothing but melodies. We are nothing but cosmic music played out on vibrating strings and membranes. Obeying the laws of physics, which is nothing but the laws of harmony of vibrating strings.




Sunday, August 24, 2014

Spring XXI. Bird song + consonance


Intro & Preface & Contents

Previous: XX. Art




All about my garden to-day the birds are loud. To say that the air is filled with their song gives no idea of the ceaseless piping, whistling, trilling, which at moments rings to heaven in a triumphant unison, a wild accord.  Now and then I notice one of the smaller songsters who seems to strain his throat in a madly joyous endeavour to outcarol all the rest. It is a chorus of praise such as none other of earth’s children have the voice or the heart to utter. As I listen, I am carried away by its glorious rapture; my being melts in the tenderness of an impassioned joy; my eyes are dim with I know not what profound humility.


Alpha.

Here I can not really compete with Ryecroft’s world. Our wrens and sparrows are more chatterers than songsters. Our pigeons and seagulls add nothing in the way of music while our crows, while loud, are fairly disagreeable. Even our old standby doves are, while not unpleasant, rather monotonous.  Our parrots are, if anything, worse than the crows. The occasionally heard cry of the hawks that soar perpetually over park and tower alike, while stirring, is a weak basis for rapture.


Beta.

I was struck in this passage by Gissing’s use of the word “accord.”  For one thing, "wild accord" suggests both the overall consonance of the birdsong in his garden and also the life affirming quality all that sound implies or creates in the heart of the person listening. 

Obviously accord/discord are mirror terms, closely related to consonance/dissonance. Both sets have both a musical and a metaphorical meaning the profoundness of which I frequently struggle to grasp. Muriel Barbery, in The Elegance of the Hedgehog first got me really thinking about this


Beauty is consonance is a sublime thought... aesthetics are really nothing more than an intuition to the Way of Consonance, a sort of Way of the Samurai applied to the intuition of authentic forms. We all have a knowledge of harmony, anchored deep within. It is this knowledge that enables us, at every instant, to apprehend quality in our lives and, on the rare occasions when everything is in perfect harmony, to appreciate it with the apposite intensity... those who feel inspired... by the greatness of small things will pursue them to the very heart of the essential where, cloaked in everyday attire, this greatness will emerge from within a certain ordering of ordinary things and from the certainty that all is as it should be, the conviction that it is fine this way.


-Renee, p 165 - The Elegance of the Hedgehog


That Barbery uses “consonance” (what is primarily a musical term contrasted with dissonance) in this way is interesting because the history of western music has seen a trend toward the acceptance of ever greater levels of dissonance in music. You could say that today, the music we experience as beautiful is spiced with levels of dissonance that would have been objectionable a thousand, or even a hundred years ago.


I am not well enough educated in musicology to know what is and isn’t dissonance in the technical sense, but I think it’s something you know when you hear it for the most part. But I may be stretching the term when I use it with respect to jazz and rock. But, having said all that, I think the history of jazz since WW2 is a good example of the acceptance of -- even the craving for -- ever greater levels of dissonance. The saxophone playing of Johnny Hodges...



...is the epitome of consonance while the playing of Charlie Parker...




...and John Coltrane introduced heightened levels of at least figurative dissonance. The same phenomenon is at work in the piano playing of Bill Evans...



...and the playing and music of Thelonious Monk...



But the most striking example of this trend is in the playing of the electric guitar. I’m not sure that people in the past would even recognize the playing of Santana, Jimmy Page, Hendrix, or Eric Clapton as music. Here's one of my favorite examples of this new sound, Hendrix's Little Wing played by Stevie Ray Vaughan...





So saying that “Beauty is consonance,” while probably true, doesn’t explain what an acceptable mixture of consonance and dissonance might be. Also, it doesn’t explain why certain sounds -- or certain patches of color on canvas -- appear to us as consonant in the first place. You could also see wabi-sabi as a recognition of the limits of consonance and the need for some touch of dissonance.


(Wabi-sabi represents a comprehensive Japanese world view or aesthetic centered on the acceptance of transience and imperfection. The aesthetic is sometimes described as one of beauty that is “imperfect, impermanent, and incomplete.”)


...great works are the visual forms which attain in us the certainty of timeless consonance... our eye locates the form that will elicit a feeling of consonance, the one particular thing in which everyone can find the very essence of beauty, without variations or reservations, context or effort.


-Renee, p 201 - The Elegance of the Hedgehog


And then Nietzsche, in The Birth of Tragedy, pushed me even further. The notion, derived from String Theory, of the universe and all its “particles” and waves as a sort of cosmic music, pushes me further still. I will come back to this in the future.


What interests me most, I think, is the value of dissonance... and also discord. If you think of God as the cosmic author or artist, then discord is an essential tool in her arsenal. Without discord there is no story.

Here’s a quote from Dr. Michio Kaku, theoretical physicist and co-inventor of String theory:


The latest version of String Theory is called M-Theory, “M” for membrane. So we now realize that strings can coexist with membranes. So the subatomic particles we see in nature, the quark, the electrons are nothing but musical notes on a tiny vibrating string.


What is physics?
Physics is nothing but the laws of harmony that you can write on vibrating strings.


What is chemistry?
Chemistry is nothing but the melodies you can play on interacting vibrating strings.


What is the universe?
The universe is a symphony of vibrating strings.


And then what is the mind of God that Albert Einstein eloquently wrote about for the last 30 years of his life?


We now, for the first time in history have a candidate for the mind of God. It is, cosmic music resonating through 11 dimensional hyperspace.

We are nothing but melodies. We are nothing but cosmic music played out on vibrating strings and membranes. Obeying the laws of physics, which is nothing but the laws of harmony of vibrating strings.




Next: Spring XXII. Literary journals a poor mirror.