Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Mozart, Molecular Resonance, and the Musicality of Language

On the cool of a morning, when the sky is still tinged with residual night and adjacent houses are shuttered and dark, prior to the bustle and mayhem, to the cacophony that comprises life in full swell, I listen to Mozart's divertimentos. The stars begin to fade into gray, and the only accompaniment to the exquisite cascade of musical notes is the rustle and whisper of dry leaves beyond the window.

The musical genre derives it's name from the Italian divertire 'to amuse' and oft formed the lilting backdrop for social entertainments, a light-hearted accompaniment to tea, ices and the usual post-medieval repast of blood sausages and peacock pie. I, for one, cannot imagine engaging in idle gossip and societal chit-chat while Eine kleine Nachtmusik is being performed by a modest ensemble in close-room proximity; this particular work leaves me stricken, reaches inside to the heart and literally seizes the emotional seat. The piercing beauty of this piece (and indeed Mozart's other divertimentos) is almost painfully experienced: there is an internal resonance, vibrations of a molecular kind as if the very electrons that comprise the atoms of me have re-arranged their tiny dance to coincide with the cadence of Mozart; a deeply visceral response where the music flows and swells through blood and bone like an exotic elixir.  The poignant rendering of notes escalate into delicate harmony that leave me breath-held, marveling at the improbable perfection of each succeeding musical phrase, astounded that these pieces, these divertimentos, were often composed and intended for immediate consumption - that is to say they were performed once - commissioned by leading families (during Mozart's Salzburg period) for single celebratory occasions such as birthdays, weddings or feast-days - and then promptly discarded like something old-fashioned, out-dated, unwanted and used up; which is why divertimentos and serenades often have not survived for posterity - these sumptuous musical marvels were symphonic supernovas that lit up the night in a crescendo of brilliance and just as quickly extinguished.

And so it is that this cool morning finds me embroiled in the deep expressivity of Mozart's divertimentos; my quiet mind soars with the notes as they come into cascading existence and then are as quickly gone like the perfection of a snowflake before the melt. Isn't this what we are seeking as writers? To provoke a resonance in our readers - to thrill and enthrall, to engage and empassion with literary snowflakes that are endowed with longevity? A little bit of Mozart encased in resin. Oh, to somehow capture and freeze that tender pathos of Nachtmusik brilliance! But of course Mozart is movement, always transitioning from one incomparably sublime musical phrase to another; each note born for a heartbeat and then gone, momentarily gilded like a fading dust mote in the dying light of the sun. It is, like the short extent of human life, a transitory pleasure.

Music and literature approach, intertwine and move apart in a sinuous weave of mutual influence;  while both arose as a single activity (often in combination with dance) the subsequent proximity of literary and musical arts were culturally and chronologically-specific: interfused in the madrigals of Elizabethan England but less apparently so in the Augustan period. This musical-literary reciprocity is made manifest in the folk balladeer, Homeric minstrel, Anglo-Saxon scop, and the twentieth-century Yugoslavic singer of tales - none of whom could function without a musical instrument. In the literary epics, however, it has been at best vestigial and the musical connection with the Aeneid and Paradise Lost, for example, seems negligible. The current connectivity between music and literature is apparent on the musical stage (the broadway performance of Les Misérables being an obvious example) and in the opera with the librettist providing the literary counterpoint to the musical note. Within the operatic genre there is an auditory association with the dramatic, the timbre and pitch of anxious expectation, of choked expressiveness, of poignant yearning; the inked words are only a component of the final product with ongoing debate as to the dominant contribution: the musical score or the libretto?

Just as the beauty of Mozart's divertimentos plays the anatomical instrument (the molecular strings and ivory keys of heart and blood) the intonation of language can evoke a similar physiological response, arousing in the readership an affinity for the beauty of expression in the literary form. Shakespeare comes to mind - predominately as a poet rather than a playwright, and to truly appreciate the lyricism of his work, the rhythm and cadence of his language, his plays must be read aloud (as of course originally intended). The impassioned nature of dramatic soliloquy demands vocal declamation.  I wonder whether poetry might comprise a bridge between music and literature? A form that seems to possess a closer acquaintance with musical cadence and syllabic rhythms, while prose is generally less constrained. But then I think of the great literary works and I cannot help but feel that they are imbued with poetry; that literature is no less laden with aria: it is the narrative sung by the author's soul.

So in the meantime - thank goodness for Mozart - and the deeply-felt resonance of his work, a thrill that seems grounded in anatomical roots, poignantly vibrant in the molecular dance...one which profoundly brightens the world. Of  Eine kleine Nachtmusik Mozart's biographer Wolfgang Hildesheimer writes, "even if we hear it on every street corner, its high quality is undisputed, an occasional piece from a light but happy pen." So perhaps if we imagine words as individual musical notes, each a lyrical part of the whole, enabling transition from one segment to another, one scene to another...words indubitably as influential, as expressively passionate; however Mozart's music transcends page and deliberate thought, and speaks directly to the deepest emotive part of ourselves. Writers, to my mind, have to wrestle with words, have to twist and contort them into a fashion that conveys intended meaning; they are an imperfect vehicle tainted by varied interpretation, imprecise usage, and cumbersome coupling in our perpetual quest to express it more precisely. For it is one thing to perceive with studied delight the perfection of a snowflake, it is quite another to render that beauty in words: for better or for worse ours is a yearning defined and grounded in the permanency of ink.

6 comments:

  1. Evocative description, PJ! Love the way you weave words! I also love Mozart but will think of his music in an entirely different way now (must buy the divertimentos!) Thank you for sharing this brilliant musing!

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    1. Thank you Sarah - thrilled you enjoyed it! Much obliged to you for stopping by and being such an ongoing and enthusiastic supporter of my humble musings.

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  2. Dear PJ,
    The Spanish "Troubadores" were the travelling minstrels who serenaded beneath the balconies of veiled beauties who threw them roses in approval (or threw their shutters closed in disapproval) for carrying the messages of love from their suitors. This was a typical custom from the middle ages until the modern era. It involved music, poetry (usually iambic pentameter, a 12-syllabic line - much like Shakespeare wrote) and emotional investment in a stately ritual that was time honored and socially acceptable as a means to romantic courting by proxy. You made me think of this when you described the musical-literary reciprocity of Elizabethan England, and I though I would share what was going on in Spain at the time.

    Thank you for sharing such a lovely reference to Mozart and the musicality of Literature, PJ. I can think of nothing finer that would resonate within our molecular structure than the climactic combination of the two.

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    1. How utterly fascinating Shari - thank you for your gorgeous contribution! Courting by proxy....how wonderful! Although one does wonder whether there are authorial-issues later on - as to who penned the missive and who declaimed it? Or perhaps that is irrelevant really....it is perhaps a mechanism, an avenue for advancement? Lovely lovely comment, thank you Shari for your visit and your perpetual enthusiasm and support for my humble musings, I will endeavor to continue to deserve them!

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  3. blood sausage and peacock pie? How 'bout pizza and beer. The 18th century had a higher standard of music and cuisine, though available to a relative few. People seemed to be less satisfied with news bites. Mozart's genius was probably more due to total musical immersion at an early age (he chose his father carefully) than to any given cultural milieu. Plus he was ambitious (common) and had good taste (rare). robert dickerson

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    1. During Mozart's earliest years he was exposed to music through his sister's keyboard lessons, but I would maintain his insatiable thirst for knowledge (innate) combined with his natural affinity for music (concerto composition age four) reflect a genetic predisposition that enabled (in the right environment) musical genius and a precocious virtuosity that seemed unprecedented...I would not argue genius from cultural milieu at all, instead an am adherent of the nature/nurture adage - except they are conjoined rather than opposed - genetic predispositions in combination with environmental influences. Thank you Robert for stopping by and for your most interesting commentary.

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