Today, March
31 (New Style), is the 331st birthday of J. S. Bach.
When Machen
wrote of “a highly elaborate and elaborated piece of work, full of the
strangest and rarest things,” he was referring to a great romance that he never
managed to compose. But he could have
been referring to compositions by Bach.
In “The
Great Return,” the senses of the inhabitants of Llantrisant are transfigured by
the Graal. To evoke the sublime wonder
that opened upon them, Machen’s narrator tells us that sailors heard “the creak
and whine of their ship on its slow way” as being “as exquisite as the rhythm
and song of a Bach fugue” as heard by a lover of music.
Conversely,
to express his scorn of Gradgrindian education, the recluse of Hieroglyphics imagines hapless pupils
being asked to write as follows: “What do you mean by ‘music’? Give the rational explanation of Bach’s
fugues, showing them to be as (1) true as Biology and (2) useful as Applied
Mechanics.”
That
contemptuous reductio ad absurdum follows
the recluse’s exposition of the difference between artifice and art. “Artifice is explicable.” It may amuse and delight us, “but we have no
sense of miracle, of transcendent vision and achievement” such as is imparted
by art.
James
Gaines's Evening in the Palace of Reason:
Bach Meets Frederick the Great in the Age of Enlightenment (2005) gets at something
similar to Machen's distinction between artifice and art.
An Enlightenment composer wrote to please his audience. As a Dresden Kapellmeister of the day said, music is supposed to be "popular and pleasing to the reasonable world" (cited on p. 220). Hence the agreeable galant style, still good for background music on a Saturday morning with coffee and croissant.
An Enlightenment composer wrote to please his audience. As a Dresden Kapellmeister of the day said, music is supposed to be "popular and pleasing to the reasonable world" (cited on p. 220). Hence the agreeable galant style, still good for background music on a Saturday morning with coffee and croissant.
But for
those steeped, like Bach, in the "elaborated codes and principles" of
counterpoint, in canon and fugue, the Pythagorean and Boethian quest of music
was a far more searching endeavor. Gaines relates it to alchemy (p.
46). The "learned composer's job was to attempt to replicate in
earthly music the celestial harmony with which God had joined and imbued the
universe, and so in a way to take part in the act of Creation itself" (p.
47).
Gaines says
that, by its contrast with perhaps charming but superficial Enlightenment music,
"Bach's Musical Offering leaves
us... a compelling case for the following proposition: that a world without a
sense of the transcendent and mysterious, a universe ultimately discoverable
through reason alone, can only be a barren place; and that the music sounding
forth from such a world might be very pretty, but it can never be
beautiful" (p. 12). Conversely, what "is greatest about Bach's
work is literally impossible to talk about, a characteristic that perhaps more
than any other distinguishes his music from the galant" (p. 240).
It’s ineffable,
as Machen would say.
Those
curious about Bach should by all means read Gaines's book, which includes a
selective discography. To it may be added an EMI release, Morimur, which with a compact disc
includes an interesting essay on Bach’s use of gematria.
In “How the
Rich Live” (collected in Dreads and
Drolls), Machen passes on a story that Bach told of himself. As a very poor lad, Bach walked a long
journey to hear a Hamburg organist. On
the way back, almost penniless, weary and hungry, Bach rested on a bench by an
inn. “Suddenly, a window was opened, and
two herring heads fell at Bach’s feet.
He picked them up,” since there might be a little flesh left to
eat. “And behold! he found on examination that in each head was
a piece of gold. He never found out how
it had happened, but, refreshed, he went back and heard the great [organist]
again, and [thereafter] was able to go on his way home at ease and
rejoicing.”
And that
tale could stand as a parable of Machen’s own conviction, whereby the sometimes
drab forms of the visible world conceal something of great worth.
© 2016 Dale
Nelson
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