STRAVINSKY’S OEDIPUS REX at Royal Festival Hall
A rivetting myth, ablaze with light and energy
Once a year, perhaps twice a year, one might get to a concert in London that goes down as a life-long memory of something extraordinary. The performance last night at London’s Royal Festival Hall by the Philharmonia Orchestra of Stravinsky’s Oedipus Rex had precisely that stamp of greatness from the opening moments that the narrator began to describe the action about to follow. Leaving the concert hall with a searingly intense afterimage burnt into one’s inner ear was thanks in no small part to the winning creative partnership of conductor Esa-Pekka Salonen, director Peter Sellars and the brilliant Philharmonia Orchestra.
It would be no exaggeration to say that Oedipus Rex, Stravinsky’s part-opera and part-oratorio, is a sheer masterwork. Composed in 1926-27 in piano score first and then orchestrated in less than two months, the 53-minute score was finally completed just 20 days before its premiere on 30th May 1927 at the Théâtre Sarah-Bernhardt in Paris. It stands about mid-point in Stravinsky’s long and variegated career as a composer, and is an important centerpiece of his neo-classical style, an era that also gave us the brilliant The Rake’s Progress, a full length opera, composed between 1948 and 1951. In the previous decade, Stravinsky had given us the three fabulous ballet scores Firebird, Petrouchka and The Rite of Spring that still tower over twentieth century orchestral repertoire. In comparison, Oedipus Rex has taken a lot longer to establish its reputation as a work of supreme dramatic intensity and is no less brilliant in conception and sound-world.
When the creative urge arose in Stravinsky to create a new dramatic work, he turned to Sophocles, whose works he had read in Russian translation as a teenager. He chose the story of Oedipus, partly because it was a well-known myth, which gave him the opportunity to dramatise it in an esoteric language, to sculpt something infused with a monumental and epic quality, ageless, far removed from everyday reality or anything representational. He wrote of the genesis of his work in his Dialogues: “I wished to leave the play, as a play, behind. I thought to distil the dramatic essence by this, and to free myself for a greater degree of focus on a purely musical dramatization.” The acclaimed writer Jean Cocteau, a friend of Stravinsky, was entrusted with the creation of the libretto, a rather arduous process with Cocteau having to do much rewriting before Stravinsky was satisfied with the result in French. The work, thus conceived, was then translated into Latin by Abbé Jean Daniélou in which language Stravinsky finally set the text. Says Stravinsky, “the idea was that a text for music might be endowed with a certain monumental character by translation backwards, so to speak, from secular to a sacred language.”
If distillation of the play’s dramatic essence was the primordial quality the composer was after, then there was the further problem of how such a work could be staged, lacking as it did, the trappings of a conventional opera. Stravinsky had his own strong notions about this, involving masks and lighting, as well as the artifice of a narrator who comments on the action before it happens, and mediates between the work and its contemporary audience. American director Peter Sellars stayed close to Stravinsky’s original conception of a semi-dramatic performance, and this unfolded on Royal Festival Hall’s sprawling stage with the orchestra in full view, and the soloists in a single row in front, on a minimal set. The all-male chorus, attired in a rich profusion of blue hues, occupied the choir stalls behind the orchestra, but one level up and clearly visible. The interaction of the three layers was mesmeric, with poignant spoken narration weaving in and out of incredible bursts of orchestral and choral sonority that seemed to hark back to a mythic time and place.
The entire casting was wonderfully judged, with the title role memorably sung by tenor Joseph Kaiser, who focused the part with a quality of nobility, emphasized by spare gesture and an arresting stillness, an equanimity almost Asiatic in gait. But all of the singers were exceptional, and carried the same stature of declamatory reach through Stravinsky’s carefully paced drama. Emotion and poignancy seemed to stir from some rich mythic source deep within the collective unconscious of Greek tragedy itself as the chorus intoned its immense lines. One of the stars of the performance was the Orphei Drängar, the all male Swedish choir known internationally as OD, who coloured the ritualized Latin texts with choreographed hand gestures to bring the epic to life. Essa-Pekka Salonen guided the work through its journey with a seasoned authority, achieving a superb balance between the soloists, chorus and orchestra. The story of Oedipus may be a dark tragedy, but Salonen’s climaxes were ablaze with light and energy, as befits such a masterpiece.
Oedipus Rex’s performance history had a shaky start, as the first performance in 1927 was given as a concert, and included the richly scored and spectacular Firebird in the same programme. This unfortunate programming robbed the neo-classical work of much of its dramatic power, and inevitably it suffered from the colourful ballet score by comparison. Oedipus has an austerity of temperament, but not a paucity of musical invention. What it loses in conventional dramatic idiom, it gains in ritual power. Ritual was much in evidence on Thursday night, as Peter Sellars chose to pair Oedipus Rex with Stravinsky’s Symphony of Psalms, a work of such sublime persuasion that it must rank with the greatest masterpieces of choral-symphonic literature. Following on from Oedipus, as it did after the intermission, it seemed to cast an ethereal healing light on the violent tragedy of Oedipus himself, as he lay blinded, mute, fallen, on the stage. Uplifting, tranquil, cathartic.
© Copyright, Param Vir 2016
All photographs by Camilla Greenwell, courtesy The Philharmonia Orchestra.
CRITICAL ACCLAIM for Cave of Luminous Mind
Read a small selection of reviews
The performance of Cave of Luminous Mind at the BBC Proms on 21st August generated a great deal of critical coverage. Here are five excerpts.
"There was a symphonic sweep to the patient unfolding of its bipartite structure; Vir audibly stretched himself and extended the techniques that made his previous large-scale works so original. With this bold, lavishly scored statement, he is reaffirmed as one of the most inventive orchestrators of his generation…" PAUL CONWAY, Tempo
" . . . the confidence with which Vir handles the sheer scale and the forces involved was hugely impressive." ANDREW CLEMENTS, The Guardian
" . . . using endlessly-rising pianissimo string glissandi, he created the impression of a vast bowl of hazy sound out of which instrumental solos eloquently surged. . . " MICHAEL CHURCH, The Independent
" . . . an impressive addition to Param Vir’s catalogue . . . " RICHARD WHITEHOUSE, Classicalsource.com
"Mysterious & unknowable—concepts that preoccupied Jonathan Harvey throughout his life, epithets that so often characterised his music, as they do Cave of Luminous Mind, making it in every sense a worthy & very powerful homage to its dedicatee. East & west seem entirely & simultaneously omnipresent in the piece, as does the very essence of humanity’s latent spirituality, not in mere contrivances of style or narrative, but in a less immediate & tangible (but more telling) engagement with notions of reflection & meditation, ambiguity & allusion. Perhaps only this way can one truly aspire to the infinite." SIMON CUMMINGS, 5against4.com
For the full texts go to REVIEWS.
MUSIC WITHOUT MINOR SECONDS
A Harmonic Field for "Cave of Luminous Mind"
Music without minor seconds? Why not! The central atonal field in the fast movement of Cave of Luminous Mind is constructed to avoid the interval, and it seems to produce a remarkably spatial effect, devoid of the tension that a surface with minor seconds generates. I suppose it is akin to a kind of atonal pentatonic material, only obliquely related to pentatonic scales.
Luminous Mind is inspired by the meditational journey of the Tibetan saint Milarepa. Subjects such as these which inhabit most unusual ‘non-Western’ territory, cannot be convincingly clothed in the harmonic materials of a traditional European vintage, such as diatonic keys, or even chromatic extensions of them such as we find in Wagner. Buddhist concepts originated in an ancient world, and these ideas relating to meditation, self transformation and enlightenment find only distant resonance in Western intellectual history. So it seemed especially anomalous to use such traditional ‘Western’ materials, as they tend to summon powerful historic and cultural associations that detract from the sheer uniqueness of Buddhist concepts.
However I encountered no such difficulty when I began to use atonal harmonic fields, specially constructed in order to give harmonic colour to this form of intellectual and psychological discourse. Atonal harmonic fields symmetrically projected outwards from the centre with non-replicating octaves seem especially suited to expressing these kinds of alternate realities. The harmonic field with which I start my work is given below and it recurs many times in various transpositions of itself and very occasionally with one or two altered or added tones. There are very few direct octaves in this field, though there are double octaves, hence the pitch class content within each octave tends to be different from the octave above and the octave below it. Of course there are any numbers of ways to construct such fields and with different degrees of density and intervallic properties.
The field above is constructed entirely from consecutive major seconds and minor thirds. It also features embedded diminished seventh tetrachords and – towards the extremities - complementary whole tone scales. Through repetition, reiteration and free arpeggiation, and with multiple instrumental colours thrown rapidly on its pitch grid, it begins to assume a quality of “potent” stasis and yet seems to me to release remarkable energy when orchestral sonorities are cast into its mould. The symmetry of its pitch structure gives it an additional quality of stability. The lack of minor seconds seems to make it less personal and more ‘objective’ in its effect. As the meditational journey lies beyond normal emotion and personality-driven psychological phenomena, it seemed to me that this field was especially suited to the task.
Interestingly, fields like this present a practical problem when writing for the harp. The harp is designed to be an octave-replicating piece of technology. When considering a harmonic field, it is apparent that if the pitch class content of one octave does not match the next octave above or below, this either means that the harp must play very sparely, or deploy swift pedal changes and ingenious enharmonic tuning.
MEMORIES OF ARNOLD SCHOENBERG
Richard Hoffmann in conversation with Param Vir
Composer Richard Hoffmann is a former student and amanuensis of Arnold Schoenberg, and whilst on a visit to the United States last year I took the opportunity to record this interview impromptu. Richard Hoffmann started life in Vienna and then emigrated to New Zealand with his family at the age of eight. Subsequently he went to California to study with Schoenberg and act as his assistant. Here he recounts the history of his association with the great Viennese maestro. His memoirs are peppered with interesting anecdotes, not the least being the story of the fiasco of Thomas Mann's dedication of Doctor Faustus.
CAVE OF LUMINOUS MIND
The Meditational Journey of Milarepa
New work for the BBC Symphony Orchestra, conducted by Sakari Oramo
21 August 2013, Royal Albert Hall
Eighteen years after I wrote my first orchestral work Horse Tooth White Rock (last performed at the BBC Proms in 2005), Tibetan Buddhism is once again a source of inspiration. Cave of Luminous Mind is my third orchestral work, inspired by the meditational journey towards Enlightenment, of the Tibetan saint Milarepa (c.1052 - c.1135 CE). The meditation technique of following the in-breath and the out-breath with mindfulness has generated within me a musical response in the form of a highly sculpted work whose motion and energy propel forward non-narratively. Radiant textures are embedded within shimmering harmonic fields of varying density that generate surprising climaxes against slow moving rhythmic pulses.
Jetsun Milarepa spent years in meditation, practicing the techniques of Vajrayana discipline (the ‘Diamond Path’) as he learnt it from his teacher Marpa. Over the years Milarepa moved from cave to cave in the mountain ranges of Tibet, seeking shelter as he single-mindedly pursued the path to Enlightenment. He gave many of these caves beautiful names. One such was the ‘Cave of Luminous Awareness’, which directly inspired the title of my work.
Luminosity was naturally very much at the forefront of my mind as a core consideration underlying the vibrancy and the changing colours of the musical fabric. My composition is dedicated to the late composer Jonathan Harvey whose life and musical expression embodied qualities of luminosity in such an astonishing proliferation of works, and whose thought processes similarly took refuge in the wisdom of Tibetan Buddhist practice.
FIBRE / SURFACE / MEMORY
Interview with Rebecca Cross
I have always been interested in the fine arts and, being an opera composer, I am frequently involved in collaboration with other artists. So my intention is to feature artists from many different disciplines here in this blog, as I encounter them in the course of my travels, or as they encounter me in the course of theirs!
It is a pleasure to introduce, on this new website my first ever Blog posting, in the form of a video interview with the American artist Rebecca Cross. Having known her for many years, I have always been thrilled in each encounter to admire the output of her continuing evolution as an artist. In recent years there has been a major transformation in the nature of her creative interests, concerned now with surface and sculpture using different kinds of fibre, and drawing on techniques from many diverse cultures. Amongst the techniques that Rebecca talks about in this interview is the Japanese art of Shibori, the method of folding, pleating and dying fabric.
Rebecca is married to the composer Randolph Coleman (to be featured in a future blog), who has used chance procedures prolifically in his works. Not surprisingly Rebecca is also interested in chance and indeterminancy and talks about how these have influenced the way she works with fibre and fashions images. I found the work method fascinating to watch, and rather analogous to a composer's use of chance, as with the classic procedure of throwing dice.
For more information on Rebecca Cross and her work go HERE.
TURNING TO FICTION
Interview with American poet Donna Masini
Donna Masini, American poet based in New York, reads from her book "Turning to Fiction" and discusses her work and its context in the contemporary world. Donna and I were both resident for 6 weeks at the amazing and generously funded research facility, the Civitella Ranieri Centre in Umbertide, Italy during September/October 2011. I took the chance to interview not just Donna but other writers and artists resident there as well. Amongst other things, Donna Masini discussed her teaching methods, and I found these interesting as they had many parallels with the teaching of composition.
EARTHLY AND MAGICAL CREATURES
Myth and Symbol
Animals and birds have often featured in my works. There is a magical connection between the world of nature and the world of human beings. Mysterious raw energies of creation complement and inform the energies of humans in revelations, in intimations of truth, beauty and power.
In my opera Ion, the birds were Ion’s companions “The gods use birds as signs for mortals”… They save Ion from certain death. In Black Feather Rising, ravens are at the heart of creative vision, powerful and elemental, the core source of the Raven Caller’s identity. Disconnection between the man and the world of birds is a constant theme, and runs through the narrative; its resolution is a rite of passage, a source of clarity, upliftment, purity, and strength regained. When the Raven Caller remembers and fully embodies his childhood vision which first connected him to the ravens, he recovers his “wondrous” power and overcomes the demonic energy that has turned him to stone.
The Fish and Peacock in Broken Strings
However I have not restricted myself to birds. Other living forms have also appeared, almost always as instruments of mythological significance. The most prominent use is in the two works Broken Strings and The Theatre of Magical Beings.
Broken Strings saw my first use of creatures in my oevre, with the spectacular creatures invented by dramatist David Rudkin, the Elephant, Fish and Peacock, each of which comes and sings and dances as the master musician Guttil breaks the strings of his musical instrument. The creatures, as I saw them, represent elemental energies, of Earth, Water and Air, and the music took its cues from these powerful key archetypes. Beyond that, and with their association respectively with the colours Red, Green and Blue they represented Human Chakra forms,which give expression to Physical Energy (Aliveness), Heart Energy (Feeling) and Throat Energy (Expression) respectively. Moreover, the creatures symbolized the three musical worlds respectively of Rhythm, Harmony and Melody that Guttil unleashes on the ensemble as his strings break and his virtuosity gradually becomes more extraordinary and otherworldly.
Interview with Kim Addonizio
Kim Addonizio is a distinguished American poet and has not only published several poetry collections but also many books on the writing of poetry for the use of young writers. Amongst the latter are the two seminal works "The Poet's Companion" and "Ordinary Genius: A Guide for the Poet within".
She was recorded in Umbertide, Italy in October 2011 in conversation with Param Vir.
WAYWARD-SEEMING BUT UNERRING: The strange genesis of Black Feather Rising
By David Rudkin
Black Feather Rising has its origins (as I remember) in a musical concept that had no need of a libretto. It began life as a possible commission from Godelieve Schrama for a virtuoso work for solo harp. But in Param Vir’s inner hearing this soon began to attract to itself the sound of a female voice. So my first sense of the project, as he proposed it to me, was of a 30-35 minute scena for soprano and harp: nothing dramatic as such; rather, a tableau. I’ll confess that I was mildly interested in that, but only mildly.
I had collaborated with Param Vir nearly 20 years previously, on a one-act music-theatre piece for the Munich Biennale. For us both, this collaboration had proved an exacting process – not only because of the dramaturgical difficulties inherent in the narrative we had chosen (essentially a contest between two instrumentalists), but also because of the creative and self-critical demands we were making of each other. The libretto painfully evolved over a three-year period, undergoing seven comprehensive reworkings, each reworking itself several times revised. Yet the final version is in essence already visible in my first draft. And the work that we thus generated, Broken Strings, proved (I can honestly say) beautiful and masterly in performance on the space – and, more to the point, effortless-seeming and spontaneous: as though it had come naturally right first time. Which I think is how it should be.
For all that, when Param Vir suggested, in 2006, this further collaboration, I was reluctant. We had for years been endeavouring to develop a larger music-theatre project, and to secure backing for it, and had not succeeded; and after working five libretti for it, I was quite discouraged. But my reluctance lay deeper – in my decision, personal and private to me at that time, to abandon theatre for a more intimate genre. I had in fact already begun work on a stage-play that was telling me it would be my last. I consented to this new collaboration only because I understood it to be a non-dramatic work.
So I began to explore possible material for this scena, and into focus came (as with Broken Strings) some Buddhist legends and parables – particularly one that tells of a young woman struggling through a storm-lashed forest, a traumatic journey at the end of which she has lost husband, child, parents . . . The moral is that she will have to learn to shed her need for all she has lost, and transmute that loss into a new freedom and serenity. But for one solo character to discover this necessity for self-transformation, and express it, she must consciously set out a new ideology for herself; and, however truthfully I negotiate that, the piece will become didactic. Such transformation needs to be achieved, in drama at least, by interaction. This would call for a second character. Already the scena concept had begun to feel inadequate to me. And I was fearing monotony: over one entire narrative curve, the timbre – however ingeniously varied – of one voice and harp. In practice, I was beginning to ‘hear’ a masculine voice as well.
One obvious solution is to have our grief-stricken woman encounter a healer figure who can begin to educate her toward the transformation that she needs. But such a character can only preach to her, however gently or unrhetorically he does so; he himself is static, and has no vitality upon the space – unless he too has what actors call a learning process, a ‘journey’ of his own to make. So I abandoned the healer figure, and into the material I tried to graft instead a totally opposite sort of character – a male survivor from a village massacre in a tribal war. Perhaps by interaction he and this afflicted woman could mutually transmute her grief, his anger . . . I developed, and offered, a synopsis to this effect. The original harp commission was thus growing to a music-theatre piece, and it was because of this development that Stichting Octopus became involved. And here was a story-concept with an added advantage: into an ancient alien legend, the motif of village massacre, tribal war, brought a modern familiar resonance.
But, unkindly of me, I was already becoming discontent with this story too. I did not believe that these two characters could truly transmute such powerful negative emotions in each other within the single time-span of this piece – even at a length increased to a long ‘hour’. And one single time-span it had to be: it was a harnessing, disciplining factor, and from the beginning had been the only aspect that remained unchanged.
Watching tonight’s piece now, we can see how close to Black Feather Rising my evolving concept had already come. Yet when in resumed search for a story, I happened on a Native American tale, Healers on the Mountain, and it took hold on me, there can only have been some subconscious recognition at work. In its surface story-mechanics, it seems a different creature altogether from the narrative that I had been developing:
"Wind That Grows (her name in the story) is making her difficult dangerous way through hostile forest and up hills of sharp rock. In a pouch she carries four human teeth, all that physically remain of the man she loves. She is going in search of her aunt who alone has the magic to conjure from the teeth the man himself, restored to physical wholeness again. But she finds her aunt’s house fallen, and the aunt herself nowhere. Wind That Grows must continue her quest alone – with only her instincts, and the elements, to guide her. As she picks her perilous way down a sheer rock face, the precious pouch hung by a string about her neck, a mud swallow starts up, snatches the pouch and bears it away. All purpose to her journey lost, the girl abandons hope, lets go, and falls to the rock floor of the valley below.
"The mud swallow is a bird-incarnation of Healing Woman, who now re-materialises, and does what the girl had hoped the aunt would do: she conjures from the teeth the man himself, restored. His name is Raven Caller, and she tells him of the young woman who came in search of him: thanks to her love and her courageous search, he has his life again; now he must go to where Wind That Grows lies fallen, and restore her in turn. But for some reason we do not yet know, he cannot. The most he can do, for now, is call on the ravens to do his bidding, to come and cover Wind That Grows where she lies, and keep her broken body warm and alive. Then he goes to her village, to her father for help.
"The father is angry with Raven Caller for bringing this calamity upon his daughter. Also he reminds the younger man that, before he can even think of marrying Wind That Grows, there is unfinished business he must do. He is still in thrall to ‘the evil one’ – a witch who seems to be his mother (or step- or perhaps adoptive mother), a jealous tyrannical woman who wants to possess Raven Caller and not lose him to Wind That Grows. In a flashback, we learn how this jealous woman had possessed his soul and, by her magic, sapped his powers. He managed to escape her, but by a ruse she had lured him back to her, and changed him to an invisible shape of air. As he de-materialised, to preserve at least something of himself, he tore out a handful of his teeth and cast them to the mercy of the wind. Thus have they been brought to Wind That Grows, and now she has started the process that brings him to physical life again. Restored, he can muster the confidence to go freely to the witch, and confront her. In an act of positive recognition he virtually thanks her for having brought him up strong enough to do what he does now: he touches her gently, with compassion indeed, and ‘lets her go’ - thus frees himself from her destructive hold on him. The witch vanishes from the story.
"With the father, Raven Caller goes to where Wind That Grows lies under her black blanket of ravens. He conjures all birds of Creation to gather here and help him in his song, and join their powers to his in the healing act that will restore Wind That Grows where she is broken, and have her stand again, and live."
Five characters; several time-lapses (including a substantial flashback); a constantly changing physical location; scenes of magical conjuration that in performance are difficult to believe; and a process energised throughout by the transformative presence of birds. It is difficult to see how this narrative, as it is, could exist upon any space, let alone become a two-hander in a modest-budget production suitable for small-scale tour.
Yet its underlying story-pattern is stark and simple: a woman and a man, compelled toward each other through a hostile world, and who in order to reach each other, must put entirely behind them the lives that they have lived before. And that was the narrative pattern that previously I had instinctively been shaping. It is to this two-character essence that the Native American story’s complex narrative mechanics would need to be distilled. The dramaturgical solution must be, to interiorise the other three figures: Healing Woman and the father, as potential positive energies in Wind That Grows; the ‘witch mother’ as a negative compulsion in Raven Caller, that he is allowing to control and disempower him. The dramatist’s task then is to condense the two central characters’ process into one single unbroken narrative curve, of continuing interaction upon the space. Each character’s past, her discontent, her quest, his ordeal and trauma, all the negative back-story that has brought them each here, must be compressed into their living present-tense emotions, in action here and now before us.
And here we come close to what, as a librettist, I sense as my duty to the composer. It is a collaboration in the true sense of the word – a mutual working together over every detail, dramaturgical and verbal, of the dramatic text. (And later in our process, I will have dramaturgical points to make about aspects of the music too.) It is not a matter (as with some modern opera seems to have happened) of a writer providing a ‘book’ for a composer to ‘set’. Libretto is a key that unlocks the magical music-theatre we are together working to create. In fact, as a poetic dramatist, I dislike intensely the notion of my words being merely ‘set’. I know it’s the word that composers use, probably the only word available; but to me it suggests a sterile process, somewhat like pouring melody as a sauce over cold dead curves of phrase. It is for this reason that I have not licensed composers to turn any of my plays into opera. It is not because I am possessive; it is because, in spoken theatre as I practise it, language is the character’s prime mode of being, and any ‘setting’ will limit its resonance. In spoken poetic drama, the music is already in the words; the composer will only intervene. But in music-theatre, these values are reversed. When as a poetic dramatist I come to music-theatre, my words must not be ‘musical’; but they must be such as to generate music. As language, they must be quite plain and primary – simple too, for there is always the need for them to sound clearly when sung. The librettist must offer the composer a language that does not behave as poetry, but internalises its poetry to an energy compressed within. It must be a language that does not itself do the singing, but that has in it the potential to lift from the earth and sing. It is for the composer to hear within it, and release, the beating of its wings.
Black Feather Rising has passed through as many reworkings, each itself much revised, as did our earlier work. But I hope that, as with that piece, tonight’s will seem to you as transparent and easily-done as if this one too had come naturally right first time. And in conclusion I must make one personal acknowledgment. Not only did I encounter my source-material in a collection of Native American stories published by the cultural anthropologist Teresa Pijoan; into the fabric of my libretto I wove elements also from other stories in her collection. It has proved one of the richer rewards of this collaboration, to make contact with her, in seeking her gracious permission to proceed, and through her good offices the blessing of the Eboli pueblo of New Mexico, whose story this originally is. She tells me that they are honoured that this ancient tale of theirs has gone out into the world to live a new life. I hope I do them justice.
(Copyright © David Rudkin, 2008)