Nihilism, Optimism, And Everything In Between

September 17, 2007

Brahms—And His Weaving Of False Dreams

Filed under: brahms,classical,music,will — op131 @ 5:21 am

Fair Reader,

I continue along my Theme of re-printing Posts of Old. For here is one Post from the Year of our Lord 2000 again:


Brahms, you old Master! You weaver of dreams, you liar! You encourage my “hopeless romanticism” and you know it! Life is not as colourful as you would have us believe! Of course you know that I know, and I can hear you laughing.


You dear Master, you! You—and the worthless dreams you sell me! No, keep them coming. Weave on and on. Go from here to the depths, then further into the depths, then rise up again—portray that impossibly rich, romantic world as you always do. If only life were really as romantic.


The explosion upon the senses that is the first movement of the Piano Concerto in D minor! This is probably the single movement I have listened to most often. With very few compositions can it be said as emphatically as with this one that words can describe nothing. Yet so strong the impulse is, to tell someone, to tell someone to listen to this first movement! To tell someone how rich life can be! To call someone into this obviously-removed-from-life world!


The old Master cons me again and again into entering here. How powerfully it begins, and how soon he begins spinning his web! Before I know it I am caught, and must wend my way through to the end, just like the last time.


Yes, Brahms is evil. He is subversive to my higher development. He wants to keep me here forever. And so glad I would be if I could indeed remain here forever.


So, three minutes down, and the web is getting thicker. Suddenly the false dawn—the rousing trumpets and rolling drums—the false rise—and this time, I fall deeper into the pit so well prepared!


There already is the hint that the finale is pre-planned. That apart, the web from the midpoint to the depths before the close surely find a place in all of music. So intriguing, yet so navigable (after twenty or so listenings). And sure enough, here I am again, just like he wanted me to be – just waiting to see what will open the door.


Oh, the subversive natures here! This is evil at its most sensuous. So many alternate routes, and yet the old-Goat Master instructs the bassoons to insist that all is lost, and that the very depths must be sounded. And of course the piano obliges, and the haunting forty-second descent into the abyss comes about. That forty-second descent is among the most unforgettable, most distinctive minutes in all of music. There is nothing quite like it.


And—lulled into the deep, as planned, the break-out begins, also obviously planned right from the start—and the old Master knows that I knew it! I have seen similar breakouts elsewhere, but the extreme sensuousness, the extreme sound! The effect upon the person is quite unlike anything else and cannot even fall into any of my other categories of experience. It is a category by itself.


Was there any doubt that sound is the true sense, the primeval sense, the glorious sense? Now there is none. Oh, sound, Sound! The piano, its role done, goes away—and those horns, those drums, the entire strings – rise like a gargantuan tidal wave, engulfing the sense, and almost the spirit (but not quite!) All Hail! That final ladder – up, up, higher, higher, glory, glory, glory! The thunder, the sound, the sense! That evil connivance of the sensuous and the spiritual that Brahms achieves—all in his unique frame of removed-from-life romanticism! Higher and higher, insaner and insaner, and the blazing, magnificent closing thunderclap!


An experience quite unlike any other.


And then it is over. No, we never did believe him. He did not expect us to, either.


If only life were so rich.

If only life were so rich.


September 9, 2007

Filed under: beethoven,brahms,classical,mozart,schubert — op131 @ 2:35 am

Here is something I wrote in the Year of our Lord 2000.

Music after a long time: Late Night, September 24th 2000
Razumovsky No. 1

All works of art are microcosms of all of experience, in a formal way. But there are some that “really” are, and some that are not, in a way that we can and do know only by asking ourselves. For a single work of art to be so is rare, but several bodies of works claim this stature.
Experience pours in from all sides, befuddling motivation and orientation, if they were there. Some are unaware of purpose at all; some are taken in the flood of experience; and the few that are not, are left searching for direction – either perceived as “original” direction, or not, but with the only source being the same experience that befuddles.
What the great composers have done is each to give us a suitable distillation of experience, seen from their eyes, but experience, in the end, is common. When we say “suitable distillation”, we do not accept to “take it through another’s eyes”, but rather, we agree that experience is, indeed, common, and we merely consent to be guided. The microcosm is large enough: we do not need to insist on unravelling the whole, which our Masters seem to have done for us.
So have they unravelled the Whole? The answer of course is No; and in that contradiction lies the mystique of the creative act, too.

So, our Masters have suitably distilled Experience so that we may be less overwhelmed; Beethoven, most of all.
That this is what they have done becomes clear on some occassions, one of which is op. 59 no. 1. There are moments during this Master Composition that one is tricked into believing that it is already over; that we are finished with Experience. So rich is this, that one gazes through it all, and feels that one has glimpsed the end. So compelling is the illusion that one comes away from it into – into what? Into a parody of it!

The Appassionata

Filed under: beethoven,classical — op131 @ 1:58 am

This be a Piece of Writing from the 24th Day of June in the Year of our Lord 2000.

No, no, there is now no question about it. There is nothing in the universe greater than the Appassionata. There is nothing more beautiful, splendid, masculine, magnificent, human, powerful, moving, terrible, furious, awesome, glorious, perfect, ….. nothing more INFINITE than the Appassionata. The Appassionata is more than the entire rest of the known Universe combined.
Billions upon billions of years from now, and more years from now than a mind can imagine, this universe, these three worlds of heaven, earth and hell, this entire realm in conception, will be known, revered and remembered as that one which gave birth to Ludwig van Beethoven, who created the Appasssionata.

August 8, 2007

Of Dreams And Reality

Filed under: dreams,reality — op131 @ 6:05 am

For what is a Dream, and what is Reality?

One must not ask the latter question, since it is beyond the scope of our little Souls. But one can, and must, ask the question of what a Dream is in opposition to what we ever so loosely call Reality. How know we that this is a Dream? And that this is Reality? For in the Dream, doth not Things appear real?

Our Uncle Schopenhauer hath answered this thus: that the Fact of our Wakening proveth to us that that which was was a Dream. And that is not clear.

It is one’s Pleasure to introduce a new Definition: it is in Reality, and only in Reality, that we apprehend People who ask the same Question: Is this real? (We must note in Passing that when we are liberated, we shall see what was real and what was not.)

If you understand not, fear not: you are amongst the Majority.

July 30, 2007

At Dawn

Filed under: thinking — op131 @ 3:48 am

What noble Soul has said, “The thinking Man sleepeth at Dawn”?
Yes, for the Night has not only Charms, it affords Thinkability for those who have something to think about.
I do declare now, my occupations are Thinker, Philosopher, and Overseer: all is clear except perhaps “Overseer,” which one shall leave as an Enigma.  Thinker

Why should I worry: mine Master hath done it all!

Filed under: beethoven,classical,music,will — op131 @ 12:29 am

The Master said: “Music should bering Tears to the eyes of Woman and strike Fire in the Heart of Man.”

Someone said: “If Man’s Fate is to suffer in an unfreindly Universe, Beethoven’s Music actuates the Spirit to endure and even exult in the Endurance.”

If movements like Op. 59 Nr. 2 exist in this Universe, Fire or Tears, we have no cause for Worry. This Life of ours is charmed, naturally.

July 23, 2007

I wept: I am sorry

Filed under: beethoven,classical,music,will — op131 @ 3:13 am

This Body has been ill for a While now, and has been incapable of effective Action. But this Mind, infused by the Master’s own soul? Why, it has been ill, too! And along this way, a human Friend said, be strong; be, indeed, strong-willed; recover, for the infusion of Drugs into the Body for bodily Wellness is a Trip even as the smoking of Hashish is a Trip for the Hashish-smoker.

And then I wept, for did not my Uncle Goethe say, “Weinender Männer sind gut”? That “Men who cry are good”? I wept for my own Soul, and declared, “Lord and Master, I have not lived up to the Standards of Strength  you demand of those who accept You as their Saviour. I shall heal, nay, I shall work as normal and heal, even as You healed and wrote the Heiliger Dankgesang.” And Strength became paramount.

Master, being free now in the year of Christ  2007, being as free to weep upon the Human Condition as you were in the opening Movement, please look upon me, please raise me. For my part, I shall fight wie ein Held zum Siegen!!

June 11, 2007

The Media, And The Need For Reprimanding (unrelated)

Filed under: stupidity — op131 @ 12:12 am

“Jen cosies up to a new man.” That’s what the papers said today. Who cares? A lot of people do. And why? Because the papers have been feeding them stuff about “Jen” for a while now.

So the papers are only catering to a demand… which the media itself created. A vicious cycle.

The people behind “Jen cosies up to a new man” are as guilty of horror, of worsening the human condition, as are the people employed by a tobacco company. But who is to reprimand them? “We’re fulfilling a need,” they’ll say.

Do we need someone to reprimand us for everything wrong we do? Aren’t our consciences enough?

No. The common public needs to be told what is right and what is wrong. And that’s where the philosopher as king comes in: when the philosopher is king, the kingdom will be in order, with the slaves in their place and the middle class in its place. The worthy shall be invited by the king to lunch, which will create more philosopher-kings.

June 10, 2007

Swine, Or “Why I haven’t blogged yet”

Filed under: blogging,stupidity — op131 @ 9:18 am

So why so many years between that Web site and this blog? It’s because I don’t like the general public (that may or may not include you) to comment on what I say. I know (not believe) that I know more than most folks do, about a lot of things, the things that matter. Like love, like death, like sleep. To put up all my thoughts for appraisal, as it were, would be casting pearls before swine. Yes, a lot amongst you are swine. A lot amongst you are not swine, too. You’re too democratic for me. You decide whether you are swine: if you are, you won’t admit it, and I don’t care; if you’re not, you know you’re not, and I do care, though you won’t bother telling me about it. If you’re not swine, I respect you. Drop me a line.

“Keep your company amongst the elite,” Goethe said. That is what I intend to do.The pig

June 9, 2007

In The Beginning

Filed under: beethoven,beginning,classical,music — op131 @ 6:09 pm

In the Beginning was op. 131. For the poor Souls who don’t know what that is, it is Beethoven’s String Quartet in C# minor, opus 131.

Why “In the beginning”? Because the Quartet opens with a Vision of the Heavens, the surreal, totally faithful mystic Vision. Beethoven’s op. 131 is Mankind’s greatest Achievement thus far. Hence “” I shall begin writing Posts on this Blog with the best possible beginning. I have seen; I wish to share. I have suffered; I wish to tell. I can see further.

Music is the only thing that bridges the Spiritual and the Earthly – it is not to be disrespected. As Music goes to the Dogs with rap and hip-hop and all such things, we go to the Dogs ourselves. ‘Tis time we re-inherited the World’s great European Heritage.

Beethoven is God’s Messenger, not Jesus as is commonly believed.

I shall not belabour the Beethoven point, and shall refer to The Master only occasionally. “Do not take the Lord’s name in vain.”

Goethe said, “Rejoice, supreme Creature of nature, in your ability to re-think her supreme Thought, the highest to which in her Creativity she has risen.” That is powerful.

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