Midnight Thought on Art, Music, and Books
William Blake

William Blake (November 28, 1757 – August 12, 1827) may just be my single favorite British poet so I will need to offer fair warning as to the possibility of some bias. Blake has long been accepted as one of the “great six” of British Romanticism (Blake, Byron, Keats, Shelley, Wordsworth, Coleridge) and one of the greatest poets ever to have written in the English language. His achievements in the visual arts, however, have gained him near equal acclaim, and it is to his achievements as a visual artist that I’ll address this posting.

Blake has been one of the most misunderstood and maligned of any major poet/artist. He is often portrayed as a half-mad genius, a wacked-out visionary who spoke to spirits, a political naif, a curmudgeon and “outsider”, a self-taught artist and poet who had little knowledge or experience of the art or literature of his predecessors or of his own time. Most of these stereotypes have but little reality to them.

Blake was a major figure both as a poet and as an artist. His achievement in two very different art forms is quite rare. Richard Wagner is recognized both for his music and for his literary abilities… having composed the librettos for his own operas (librettos that stand as literature in and of themselves). Dante Gabriel Rossetti and William Morris, both of whom admired Blake, were both artists and authors/poets of real merit… although Blake is clearly greater as both poet and artist than either. Perhaps the only figure to surpass Blake in his achievements across the artistic spectrum is that of Michelangelo, who was a master painter, sculptor, architect, and poet. 

Blake had little formal education as a child… indeed, as a writer he was largely untutored… refusing to attend school as a child… and supported in this by his father, who was somewhat revolutionary in his political, social, and religious views. Nevertheless, Blake was very well-read and often of that literature which was not part of the accepted canon of his time. Of course he was well-versed in the works of Shakespeare, Dante, Milton, Chaucer, Ben Jonson, Spencer, and the Bible… but other sources of inspiration include Thomas Paine and Mary Wollstonecraft (with whom he was friends and political ally), Emanuel Swedenborg, Jean Jacques Rousseau, Plato, Plotinus, the [I]Hermetica[/I] and the [I]Bhagavad Gita[/I], mythologies of the world from Egypt to Iceland to India to ancient Britain and even the [I]Kabbalah[/I]. Not only was Blake well-read, but he was also an insightful reader who developed interpretations that freely challenged the accepted ones.

Blake may not have had the advantage of a formal education in literature… nevertheless, he was most certainly not unlearned… or self taught… especially as an artist. Blake developed an early love of drawing by copying engravings of masters such as Raphael, Michelangelo, and Albrecht Dürer. In this he was was fully supported by his father. Unable to afford apprenticeship to a painting master, Blake was initially apprenticed to the fashionable William Ryland, engraver to King George. The young William, however, however would request that his father find a more suitable match for his talents, declaring that Ryland had “the hanging look about him”. (Ryland would end on the scaffold some years later, convicted for forging currency.) Blake spent his apprentice years under James Basire. Basire’s manner of working was rather out-dated…

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…stressing the linear contours and avoiding the more painterly affects that would allow for replication of paintings or the creation of more atmospheric elements. His manner, however, was perfectly suited to Blake’s own personal preferences for the linear sculptural form. Basire’s chief source of income was the result of commissioned engravings to be made of architectural and sculptural details of English churches and cathedrals:

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Through his apprenticeship to Basire, Blake was exposed to the stylistic abstractions of Romanesque and Gothic art which would have been largely dismissed by most artists of the time:

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“Horror Vacui” (the fear of emptiness) as witnessed in Blake’s crammed compositions in many echo compositional techniques of the medieval sculptors filling the entire architectural setting:

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Where Blake’s abstractions or expressive “distortions” were often dismissed as proof of his incompetence or eccentricity, in reality they owe much to his study of medieval art and other sources that were largely ignored during his lifetime. Many of his images suggest older sculptural designs in which the composition was dictated by the form:

[B]Tympanum:[/B]

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[B]Arches:[/B]

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[B]Funerary Relief Sculpture:[/B]

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There are even elements in Blake’s paintings which suggest Asian art:

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The strongest of Blake’s paintings audaciously contort or distort the figure in order to make it adhere to a simple yet bold abstract compositional design:

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During Blake’s lifetime, such abstractions were seen as mannerisms that were eccentric in the extreme and did not adhere to naturalism. Of course Blake would have argued that he cared not whether such images followed nature. Imagination was what mattered. With the advent of Modernism Blake no longer looked so eccentric and looked even less reactionary; rather he was seen as “visionary”… or perhaps even “prophetic” in his embrace of abstract form.

In 1778 Blake enrolled in the Royal Academy. He quickly rebelled against the preference of the academy for such painterly masters as Rubens, Rembrandt, and Titian… as well as against the president of the academy, Sir Joshua Reynolds. He detested Reynold’s pursuit of “naturalism” and “generalizations” and he would write in the margins of his personal copy of Reynold’s Discourses, “To Generalize is to be an Idiot; To Particularize is the Alone Distinction of Merit”.

In 1782 Blake met John Flaxman (sculptor) and George Cumberland (one of the founders of the National Gallery, London) who would both become patrons of his work. He also met Catherine Boucher, who would become his wife. Illiterate at the time of his marriage, Blake would not only teach her to read and write, but also educate her in the art of watercolors and engraving. She would become an invaluable aid to him in the creation of his printed books and a great moral support.

In 1784 Blake and his brother, Robert opened a print shop, and began working with the radical publisher, Joseph Johnson. Through Johnson, Blake met with some of the leading intellectual dissidents of the time, including Joseph Priestly, Mary Wollstonecraft, Thomas Paine, William Wordsworth, and William Godwin. Inspired by Wollstonecraft’s views on marriage and sexuality Blake composed his [I]Visions of the Daughters of Albion[/I] in 1793. It is quite possible that Percy Shelley may have come across Blake’s writings in the possession of Mary Godwin (Shelley), Mary Wollstonecraft’s daughter.

Perhaps most important, however, of Blake’s early associations… at least in terms of his artistic development… was the Swiss-born painter, Henri Fuseli. Blake was clearly indebted to Fuseli stylistically; his “expressive” distortions owe much to the examples of the older artist. Blake was also inspired by Fuseli’s mastery of literary narrative; a great many of Fuseli’s best-known paintings illustrate scenes from Milton, Goethe, or Shakespeare:

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Nor can one overlook the fantastic inventiveness of Fuseli (criticized by many of his artistic peers of the time), his dark eroticism…

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… and even his preference for pen and wash/watercolor (which would become the chosen medium of the majority of Blake’s works):

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In 1788 Blake developed his method of “relief etching” (reportedly revealed to him by his deceased brother Robert in a dream) by which he produced most of his printed and illustrated books. Blake often referred to his illustrated books as “illuminated books”… a term used to describe the medieval books such as the [I]Book of Kells[/I], the [I]Lindesfarne Gospels[/I] or the [I]Tres Riches Heures[/I] of the Limbourg Brothers, etc…

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…in which the text and imagery were woven into a single unified artistic entity. Like the illuminated manuscripts, Blake’s images were attempts to go beyond mere illustration; rather they were aimed at “illuminating” or “enlightening” a visionary text (albeit of his own invention) in a manner that would lead to a further or greater understanding than that which might be achieved by the text alone. These books were engraved or etched in a single color…

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…and then each volume was hand-painted in watercolors by himself or Catherine. There are clear differences between various versions of Blake’s illuminations:

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Blake’s two thin volumes [I]The Songs of Innocence[/I] and [I]The Songs of Experience[/I] are perhaps his most famous poetic and artistic productions… and also the first instances in which he fully integrated his visual and poetic talents.

[I]The Songs of Innocence[/I] consist mostly of poems describing the innocence and joy of the natural world… or the world seen from an innocent viewpoint, advocating free love and a personal relationship with God unmediated by religion. The poems and the accompanying imagery are deceptively child-like. They strike one initially as simple… even naive… but reveal a deeper meaning with with repeated reading:

[B]The Lamb[/B]

Little Lamb who made thee?

Dost thou know who made thee?

Gave thee life and bid thee feed

By the stream and o’er the mead;

Gave thee clothing of delight,

Softest clothing whooly bright;

Gave thee such a tender voice,

Making all the vales rejoice.

Little Lamb who made thee?

Dost thou know who made thee?

Little Lamb I’ll tell thee,

Little Lamb I’ll tell thee;

He is called by thy name,

For he calls himself a lamb.

He is meek and he is mild;

He became a little child.

I a child and thou a lamb,

We are called by his name.

Little Lamb God bless thee.

Little Lamb God bless thee.

[B]Infant Joy[/B]

“I have no name;

I am but two days old.”

What shall I call thee?

“I happy am,

Joy is my name.”

Sweet joy befall thee!

Pretty joy!

Sweet joy, but two days old.

Sweet Joy I call thee:

Thou dost smile,

I sing the while;

Sweet joy befall thee!

In contrast, [I]The Songs of Experience[/I] suggest a loss of innocence after exposure to the materialistic world, “unnatural” concepts such as good and evil, sin, and religion. Most of the poems of the latter volume offer a direct counterpart to the Songs of Innocence. Perhaps the best example is The Tyger, counterpart to The Lamb, and probably Blake’s most famous (deservedly) poem:

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[B]The Tyger[/B]

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright

In the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eye

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies

Burnt the fire of thine eyes?

On what wings dare he aspire?

What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,

Could twist the sinews of thy heart?

And when thy heart began to beat,

What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?

In what furnace was thy brain?

What the anvil? what dread grasp

Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears

And water’d heaven with their tears,

Did he smile his work to see?

Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright

In the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eye

Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

I have long held this lyric in my memory, like many nursery rhymes and poems learned in my youth. Like a nursery rhyme, it’s hypnotic and chant-like… seeming oh so simple at first… but soon revealing far greater depths of thought… questions about the very nature of good and evil and creation. I’m always struck with chills as the poet finally confronts us with the ultimate question, “Did he who made the Lamb, make thee?”, before returning once again to the beginning, “Tyger Tyger…” and leaving that question unanswered… but perhaps provoking a little spark in our minds.

Surprisingly, Blake may have drawn inspiration for the imagery illuminating these early books from a source that at the time was less-than-revered: in this case the embroidered samplers that were among the only artistic expressions allowed to women:

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Blake’s illuminations… in which the text of his poems are woven around with branches, vines, and other (often metamorphosed) flora bear more than a striking resemblance to the artistic efforts of anonymous women embroiderers:

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Intriguingly, watercolor, Blake’s medium of choice for painting, was also the medium commonly allowed to women of the era. One wonders… considering Blake’s radical notions concerning the sexes… as well as his own partnership with his wife Catherine in assisting in the painting of his own productions… whether Blake’s preference was in part a nod to these unknown women artisans. Blake, after all, was largely shut out or dismissed by the larger “serious” art world. 

While the texts of Blake’s poems in the [I]Songs of Innocence and Experience[/I] are deceptively child-like… the illustrations were recognized as perfectly suited to the illustration of childrens’ literature and as such it would eventually inspire any number of Victorian illustrators of childrens’ books.

Perhaps the most unique… and challenging work by Blake… at least as a work of visual art… is his [I]Job[/I]. This work is built of a title page and 21 engraved illustrations. At first glimpse one might assume that Blake has merely illustrated the Biblical text of [I]Job[/I]… (Even the Blake Archive makes the mistake of listing this work under illustrations of text by other writers)… but as is usual with Blake, nothing is as simple as it first appears. The usual orthodox interpretation of Job (the man) is that he represents an admirable figure of faith and patience… a good man who is tested by God by having all of his worldly belongings stripped from him, his family taken away in tragedy, and his own body stricken with painful disease… and yet he does not lose his faith in God. Blake’s [I]Job[/I], however, is conceived as somewhat of a critique of this orthodox interpretation. 

In the first image we see Job surrounded by his family in a pastoral landscape. Job is seen as a good man, no doubt… but there are several telling details. The sun is setting. The long night is coming when Job will be sorely tested. Directly beneath the image Blake has placed the phrase, “The letter killeth; the spirit giveth life.” Job embraces the letter of the law. He fears rather than loves God just as his children… kneeling before him… fear him. There is no joy… spontaneity… or music to Job’s praise of God. The musical instruments all hang unused:

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Utilizing images as well as inscribed quotes from the [I]Book of Job[/I] and other Biblical texts, Blake presents the idea that Job does not begin as a man deeply faithful to God… but rather as a figure who is faithful only in appearance. He may do the right things… but for the wrong reasons. In this plate two narratives unfold before us. God calls his servant… the tempter/Satan before him. Rather than an image of horror, evil, and ugliness, Satan (mirroring Blake’s notions of good and evil) is a god-like figure himself. The greatest of the angels… almost a Mercurial messenger of the Lord. In the scene below, Job clutches his books… THE LAW… and turns his back upon the sensuality joys of his children:

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Following Job’s tragic losses… his wealth and his children… he still clutches at the law… offering alms to the poor (not because he wishes to, but because he should- as is made clear by his use of his left hand). His piety is out of fear and for show. Again the god-like Satan rushes forth to test Job more:

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Blake suggests that the various trials that Job undergoes amount to a spiritual journey… from a false believer to a truly spiritual man. In what in perhaps the most powerful image, Illustration XI:

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Blake presents a Job condemned to the fires of Hell. Devils reach out from the flames below in an attempt to drag him down. Serpents entwine him. Still his hands are clutched in prayer as he looks up to the Hebrew God, Jehovah, hovering over him. Jehovah points to the tablets of the law which condemn Job while the lightning bolt of damnation leap around him. And yet… as Job glances down at Jehovah’s cloven foot and at the serpent of materialism with which he is intertwined… he realizes that this immovable God of the law is one and the same with Satan. The inscription “I know that my redeemer liveth” suggests that Job has begun to imagine that there is a better God: Jesus.

In the final image of Job, the narrative has come full circle…

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It is now morning. In echoes of Dante’s spiritual journey, the sun rises in the east and to the west the moon is now accompanied by two stars… the second being the morning star: Lucifer. Job’s children are with him again (suggesting that the entire narrative recounts a spiritual rather than an actual physical transformation).No longer do Job’s children kneel beneath him, but rather all burst into spontaneous praise upon the once silent musical instruments. Human expression… creativity… “imagination” are after all the true path to eternity to Blake.

Beyond his illuminated books (to say nothing of his commercial efforts as an engraver with which he earned his keep) Blake also produced a large number of watercolor paintings illustrating scenes from the Bible, Milton, Dante, Shakespeare, and Chaucer. Some of these were bound with folios, while others were imagined as the basis for more ambitious printed books that he would never realize:

[B]The Bible:[/B]

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-Cain and Abel

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-Satan Smiting Job with Sores

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-The Wise and Foolish Virgins

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-The Last Judgment 

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-Whirlwind of the Lustful

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-Antaeus Setting Down Dante and Virgil

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-Canto I: The Three Beasts

[B]Milton’s [I]Paradise Lost[/I]:[/B]

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-The Fall of Adam and Eve

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-Vision of the Crucifixion

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-Vision of the Resurrection

One can only fantasize about what Blake might have achieved in the field of artist’s books had he only had access to the techniques of color reproduction afforded by lithography and more modern photographic reproductions… to say nothing of the time lost upon commercial ventures that afforded him little pleasure or creative challenge. 

Unfortunately, Blake remained largely unknown outside of a small circle of admirers during his lifetime. He never attained the recognition he deserved during his lifetime and he forever lived in near poverty. A prophet by calling and an engraver by trade he struggled to eek out a living in a highly competitive field working in what appeared to many to be a hopelessly outmoded manner… yet in many ways Blake was as innovative as a visual artist as he was as a poet. At a time when oil painting dominated the visual arts (and had dominated for centuries) Blake had the audacity to reject oil painting in favor of print, watercolor and his ideal of the “illuminated books”. While Western art reveled in the abilities of the artist to mimic the appearance of physical reality, Blake rejected such a goal as worthy of the artist, declaring “One power alone makes a poet, Imagination. The Divine Vision.” As such it should come as little surprise that few took Blake’s art seriously until the advent of Modernism when invention and imagination would triumph over the imitation of nature. 

Blake did have a small group of admirers late during his life who were known as “The Ancients”. This group included the painter/print-maker Samuel Palmer (something of a visionary artist in his own right):

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… and the print-maker, Edward Calvert:

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Through them Blake’s influence continued on into the 20th century in British art in a strain known as “Neo-Romanticism”. Practitioners would include the print-maker Robin Tanner:

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the great painter, Stanley Spencer:

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… and even the sculptor/print-maker, Eric Gil:

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Blake’s reputation truly began to grow toward the end of the 19th century thanks to the admiration of poets/artists such as William Butler Yeats, William Morris, and Dante Gabriel Rossetti. Through Rossetti and William Morris, Blake would prove to be an influential model upon the Pre-Raphaelites. Edward Burne-Jones’ paintings show a clear awareness of the design sense of Blake:

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Certainly William Morris/Burne-Jones’ famous [I]Kelscott Chaucer[/I] looked to Blake as a worthy source of inspiration in the development of the notion of the book as an art object:

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Blake was also recognized as a source of visionary inspiration among the French Symbolists and especially the Surrealists. Andre Breton, the “Pope of Surrealism” clearly saw Blake as a precursor to his own ideas of the embrace of imagination and rejection of the rules of reason and logic.

In spite of this, Blake’s art did not attain a level of recognition equal to that afforded to his poetry until after mid-century with the increased access to color reproduction allowing for his work to be experienced as close as possible to the manner in which he had intended. Since that time Blake’s work has grown greatly in popularity with artists and art lovers (as with lovers of literature)… and especially with those who follow the “book arts”. A recent collection of 19 watercolors were broken up by the owners and 12 sold for more than $7 million US. In spite of the incredibly high price for works on paper, the sale was actually far below what was expected. (A good many buyers opted out of the auction due to anger over the fact that the collection had been quickly broken up by speculators out to make a quick dollar rather than allowing the Tate or another museum time to raise the funds needed to purchase the work as a whole) The recent exhibition of Blake’s work at the Metropolitan Museum of Art drew crowds in numbers usually reserved for the finest painters in oils… not for an artist working in print and watercolor and often regulated to the category of “outsider artist”. It is clear that Blake’s achievements as a visual artist have attained a status that equals his achievements as a poet.[/QUOTE]

Whoose Sleeves?

One of the most intriguing genre within Japanese art is that of still-life paintings of sumptuous kimonos draped casually across lacquered racks or across furnishings. These beautifully decorated silk robes intimately evoke their unknown wearer and inspire the viewer to ask, “Whose robes?” The question, “Whose sleeves?” (Tagasode), comes from a classical poem in the Spring section of the tenth-century poetry anthology Collected Japanese Poems of Ancient and Modern Times (Kokin wakashû).

The fragrance seems even more alluring than the hue,
Whose sleeves have brushed past?
Or would it be this plum tree blossoming here at home?

This tradition continues in Japanese poetry and we find the great modern poetess, Akiko Yosano able to evoke much about the individual through her simple portrayal of hair or the sleeves of a kimono:

This kimono sleeve
Three feet in length
No purple thread has bound it yet-
Pull it
If you dare.

Without returning…..
O my feelings
In this gathering darkness of spring,
And against my koto…..
My tangled, tangled hair








Screen paintings dating from the Momoyama (1573–1615) and Edo periods (1615–1868), utilized this theme as a romantic or even erotic allusion. There was a intention to suggest the personality or even the physical presence of individuals through their garments. “Suggest” may be the key word, as these image suggest the intimate/romantic/erotic liaisons in an oblique manner rather than through literal portrayal. The attention to he detail and variety of textures was intended to further evoke the sense of touch while images of fruit… plums and cherries… in the patterns suggest the sense of taste, and the short table… commonly used for perfume (in the screen painting immediately above) further suggests the sense of smell. The artist have established a sensual/sensory environment in which the question “whose sleeves” might be seen as not far from the question once asked by the the three bears… and the Rolling Stones: “Whose been sleeping here?”
These paintings may allude to all this… or even remind the viewer of manner in which Van Gogh can evoke his own presence through the image of such humble still-life objects as the artist’s shoes or his chair… but in all reality, with these sensuous screen paintings with their focus upon dramatic flat design, pattern, and delicate color…






suggest nothing quite so much as the intimate paintings of Bonnard, Vuillard, and even Matisse:





In each of these paintings, so much is conveyed or suggested about the individuals through little more than the common objects which surround them… their tables and carpets and books and bowls of fruit which have been infused with their personalities to the point that we are certain we could tell much about the owner if we were to be asked, “Whose been sleeping here?”

Handel: Aminta e Fillide

Tonight I’m listening once again to still one more volume of Handel’s beautiful Italian cantatas:

Amanta e Fillide tells the tale of the beautiful shepherdess, Phyllis who flees the unwanted romantic advances of the shepherd, Amantis. The tale from Ovid was a favorite of the Italian Baroque, along with that of Daphne and Apollo which was also set by Handel… and given it’s ultimate form in Bernini’s famous sculpture:



Unlike the tale of Apollo and Daphne, that of Phyllis and Amantis does not involve the gods and the need for supernatural intervention. Amantis relies solely upon his artful pleas… as a silver-tongued seducer… or poet, as it were in order to win the object of his affections. Ultimately, the tale has a much happier ending.

Handel’s cantata is a joyful, bubbling chamber cantata… a limpid hymn to Eros. The libretto follows the dialog of seduction. Midway through the cantata, Phyllis begs, Be quiet, shepherd, speak no more… for your words possess to much force. Handel follows this turning point with Amantis most beautiful aria, Se vago rio… and shortly thereafter he has won Phyllis’ heart. Love has been won by the music of words… and the music of Handel.

Shaking the Dust off Tchaikovsky

For whatever reason, I’m not a huge fan of Russian music. Or perhaps I should say I’m not as much of a fan of Russian music as I was when I was younger. Tchaikovsky, Mussorgsky, etc… were among my first real classical loves. Such bombast and orchestral colors… how could the young Romantic not be swayed? But now…? It often strikes me as overly melodramatic and lacking the solidity of form and structure of the finest German music… or the elegance of the French and the Italians.

Having said that much… this recording absolutely blew my socks off:



Valery Gergiev (who will forever garner my praise for having “discovered” Anna Netrebko) has famously been knocking the dust off many of the old Russian warhorses… as well as uncovering long-forgotten works deserving of greater recognition (operas by Rimsky-Korsakov, Mussorgsky, Glinka, and of course Tchaikovsky). Here Gergiev offers up a white hot version of the entire Nutcracker ballet played magnificently at lightning speed. This is the most eye and ear-opening recording of Russian music I have come across since Gergiev’s own recording of Shostakovitch’s opera The Nose. It shakes the dust off this piece… or off our expectation of this piece… to such a degree that I can no longer imagine myself limited to listening to this marvelous music only during Christmas time.

Britten: Turn of the Screw

Played this one late last night.



There is surely something to be said for listening to an opera in which one can understand the language… pick up on how the music is used to heighten or lend a certain color to a given word or phrase. Initially I was going to go with the original Britten/Peter Pears recording, but any number of reviews suggested that this more recent Bostridge.Rodgers pairing was even stronger and I can honestly say that I was in no way disappointed. Initially I had my doubts about the CD-Rom libretto… but I gotta say after using it, I love it. The PDF format allows me to enlarge the text to read it comfortably… much more comfortably that the micro-print most CD booklets allow.

The opera in question is a chamber-opera setting of Henry James classic tale. Where the original book leads us to believe that the ghost of Quint and Miss Jessel are all in the young governess mind, Britten’s allowing us to see Quint and Miss Jessel leads us to wonder otherwise. Britten also plays up the loss of innocence (a common theme throughout his work) employing Yeats line from the Second Coming, “The ceremony of innocence is drowned…” with even greater suggestions of something horribly wrong having happened involving Quint and Miss Jessel… something suggestive of abuse of the children. The discomfort is further heightened if one knows of Britten’s troubled sexual life.

Britten employs a twelve-tone “Screw Theme” which he runs through a series of 15 variations before each scene. While the music is largely tonal… with dramatic employments of dissonance, the twelve-tone theme and variation was an obvious nod to Schoenberg. The score makes repeated use of child-like music… nursery rhymes and such which a scoring suited to such. This in repeatedly contrasted with darker brooding passages highlighting the dark under-pinnings and the premonition of something not right.

Altogether a powerful musical drama in a marvelous performance.

Improvising with Monteverdi

I’m still making a conscious effort to delve deeper into “Early Music” (the Baroque and earlier). I’ve been working my way through Monteverdi’s madrigals as performed by the group, La Venexiana. For whatever reason, I have been moving backwards… from the epic Book VIII, through Book VII, through the collection Scherzi Musicali on now onto book VI. As a lover of vocal music, I have been absolutely enthralled with this work. Scherzi Musicali

combines small instrumental ensembles with the vocalists in a manner that is almost reminiscent of jazz at times in the manner in which the composer allowed for improvisation. The music was intended to convey humor and a sense of “light”. Fascinatingly, the music was composed immediately upon the heels of a devastating war in which the Imperial troops had passed on the plague to Venice, killing some 50,000 and devastating the economy… including the Venetian printing industry which had been dominant since the time of Aldus Manutius and the famous Aldine Press:

 
As Monteverdi’s name was a guarantee of success, it was hoped that the launch of a collection of new music by the master would help ignite a spark in the declining local printing industry. Among the most intriguing works from the Scherzi Musicali I would count the opening lament, Con che soavità:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9aeIg31km8c

This piece almost echoes the Spanish/Arabic laments with their mournful guitar accompaniment.

Ohimé ch’io cado is perhaps even more fascinating in the employment of an almost jazz/blues walking bass-line against which first the harpsichord and then the plaintive vocals enter:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hg8M9XXwqGc

This piece almost echoes the Spanish/Arabic laments with their mournful guitar accompaniment.

La Venexiana’s improvisations on Si dolc’è il tormento are the closest yet to jazz… in spite of the use the traditional period cornett:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3MOcUwHjS_4

La Venexiana has taken this merger of jazz improvisation and Monteverdi even further in the recording, Round M: Monteverdi Meets Jazz… which I have on my wants list.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uoZacizVU3Q&feature=related

Improvisations such as this… and others from the jazz side of the spectrum such as Keith Jarrett’s improvised mergers of jazz and Baroque classical music leave the listener wondering just how much has been lost of the music of the past when one considers that improvisation was (and remains) so central to music (and this is especially true of music prior to the “classical” period) but there was no way to record this prior to modern sound recordings.

La Venexiana’s Sesto Libro dei Madrigalli (Madrigals Book VI)…

… is a “straight” performance of Moneteverdi’s transitional 6th book of madrigals. The opening Lamento d’Arianna is a new (c. 1614) polyphonic setting of the lament from Monteverdi’s nascent “opera”/musical tragedy, L’Arianna, and perhaps my favorite piece in this collection (although certainly the whole recording is worth exploring). The composer here begins to push the boundaries of tonality… slipping freely into dissonance and near-dissonance and back again in a manner that makes his work (along with that of Carlo Gesualdo) often sound far more modern to the contemporary ear than that of many later composers who never venture into such challenges to traditional tonality:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mtzxZSUMG8M

By way of comparison, here is the marvelous Véronique Gens performing the original aria before Monteverdi’s later polyphonic setting. Both are quite lovely… but the later setting brings a certain unsettling air to the work.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VZc2npAmQXM

Qing Ming Shang He Tu ( “Along the River During Qing Ming Festival” )

As a small child I used to spend endless hour pouring over those illustrated books in which views of the city or the country or some even or place were presented with 100s of figures engaged in their activities. These are what probably inspired an immediate love for artists like Bosch and Bruegel. Today, while browsing Chinese and Japanese paintings, I came across this phenomenal Chinese painting, Qing Ming Shang He Tu ( “Along the River During Qing Ming Festival” ). There are seven known versions of this scroll painting, most of which were collaborative works… the products of several court painters. This version, which dates from 1644-1911, can be seen in a fantastic animated program allowing us to pan down the river… exploring all the various goings-on in the Imperial City… eventually leaving through the fortified gates… and traveling on down river into the rural surroundings. Here are a few views of the painting:

Outside of visiting China, the best view of this painting can be found in this animated view of the entire scroll:

http://idmation.com/china/painting/qmsht2.html

how are you so knowledgable? what do you work as?

I’m a visual artist (painter) and art teacher… and one of those who passionately loves the arts. As a result I am continually reading and learning… only to be forever reminded that what I don’t know will forever far outstrip that which I do.

French Mélodies
French Mélodies Part 1


In our repeated debates as to which nation or culture has produced the greatest body of literature (or any sub-genre such as poetry or novels) our attempts to come to any sort of consensus have ultimately been thwarted by our limitations of language and the realization that we must almost certainly rely upon translations… some of which are unreliable… some of which are lacking in aesthetic merits… and some of which are non-existent. Music… however… would seem to be a different beast altogether. There is almost no way to dispute the fact that the Germans/Austrians literally own music. No other culture (at least in the West) even comes near. We could eliminate the three immortals of music (Bach, Beethoven, and Mozart) and we should still be presented with an entire slew of the most highly regarded composers: Wagner… Brahms… Handel… Haydn… Schubert… Schumann… Mahler, Richard Strauss…etc…

Over the past year I have been greatly broadening my collection of classical music… especially within areas and genres that I felt may just have possibly been underrepresented. As such, I have made a concerted effort to explore British and American composers, Modern and Contemporary composers, Russian opera, and Medieval music. At present I am experiencing something of a love affair with French music, and as a long-time lover of vocal music I have been especially seduced by the French Mélodie.

The Mélodie generally refers to French art songs of the mid 19th century to the present, and is something of an equivalent to the German Lied. Like the German Lied, the Mélodie was commonly composed for voice and solo piano, allowing for intimate performance in private homes and salons. As with later examples of the German Lied (one thinks immediately of Mahler and Richard Strauss) there are instances in which these Mélodies were composed with various other accompaniments: flute, violin, harp, small chamber ensembles, or with entire orchestral settings.

Just as the German Lied flourished during a period in which German lyrical poetry was also blossoming (Goethe, Schiller, Novalis, Heine, Hölderlin, etc…) so the French composers of song also greatly benefited by the wealth of beautiful, lyrical poetry being written in French in the late 19th and early 20th century. Composers could not help but be inspired by the poetry of Baudelaire, Gautier, Verlaine, Rimbaud, Mallarme, Sully Prudhomme, Pierre Louÿs, and others. Indeed, the delicious merger of exquisite music and resplendent poetry cannot help but tantalize the lover of literature and song. “Where are some examples of song lyrics that stand alone as poetry?” another thread asks. Here. Here! Here is poetry in word and song:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=brBngm2-YPk

S’il est vrai, Chloris, que tu m’aimes,
Mais j’entends, que tu m’aimes bien,
Je ne crois point que les rois mêmes
Aient un bonheur pareil au mien.
Que la mort serait importune
De venir changer ma fortune
A la félicité des cieux!
Tout ce qu’on dit de l’ambroisie
Ne touche point ma fantaisie
Au prix des grâces de tes yeux.


Théophile de Viau (1590-1626)

French Mélodies have been embraced by a broad range of the finest singers active today. One of the most unique must surely be Philippe Jaroussky. One of the most delightfully decadent recordings I have come across recently is his Opium: Mélodies françaises

This disc presents performances of songs by Reynaldo Hahn, Jules Massenet, Gabriel Faure, Ernest Chausson, Camille Saint-Saëns, Cesar Franck, etc… the greatest composers of France of the fin de siecle. These songs represent a rare and heady bouquet… perfumed and laden with the silk and satin and velvet of the French salons. The lyrics are commonly drawn from the delicate poems of French symbolism: Baudelaire, Rimbaud, Verlaine, Mallarme, etc… while the music speaks of the sophisticated and artificial world of the French ballet… the theater… the opera… and of the sun-dappled world of Impressionism.

Jaroussky takes these songs to an even greater height of decadence with his high falsetto. Along with Andreas Scholl, Alfred Deller, and Rene Jacobs, Jaroussky is one of a recent number of highly talented countertenors who are taking their vocal range into an oeuvre previously reserved to sopranos, mezzo-sopranos, and tenors… or even baritones. The artificially high male voice almost immediately recalls the use of castrati and/or young male choir-boy vocalists in the operas and other vocal works of the baroque age (from which period the poem in the above song comes). Jaroussky brings a sense of the extreme artifice of Rameau, Lully, Couperin, and French Baroque to the 19th century Parisian salons. While I would not be without the performances of such mezzos and sopranos as Cecilia Bartoli, Janet Baker, Sandrine Piau, Veronique Gens, Anne Sofie von Otter, and Dawn Upshaw in the performance of these works, Jaroussky admittedly brings an added edge of decadence… artifice… and debaucheries to this delicate French bon-bons.

Another gorgeous song from this disc is Jules Massenet’s Elégie. Massenet has himself been long underrated among music critics… in spite of the fact that he is one of the most exquisite masters of melody, and has been credited by many with the revival of the French language in song:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i9X3H6mZcDY

Rêve d’un bonheur effacé,
Mon coeur lassé t’appelle en vain dans la nuit
Tendres serments échangés,
Soirs enivrés, vous reposez dans l’oubli…
C’est la fin des beaux jours, ô souvenir de nos brèves amours !
La nuit descend lentement sur nos coeurs
L’automne effeuille les fleurs,
La paix du soir vient adoucir nos douleurs
Tout nous trahit, tout nous fuit sans retour
Tout nous trahit sans retour ……..


Pierre Louÿs (1870 - 1925)

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French Mélodies Part 2: Gérard Souzay

My preference has long been for female singers… at least when dealing with the repertoire of the French Mélodies. The music and the poems both have such a degree of sensuality that they seem to call out for the female voice. Obviously with Philippe Jaroussky I have made an exception… then again, his artful and artificial countertenor is almost a perversely decadent exception.

Recently, however, I discovered Gérard Souzay. This great baritone was once touted as the French answer to the German Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau. For anyone who loves classical vocalists and especially German lieder, Fischer-Dieskau is the inimitable pinnacle of song. As such, I took the comparisons with a large grain of salt. A single disc, however, changed my opinion:

Where Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau was often contracted out to Deutsche Grammophon and EMI… two of the finest classical recording labels with the greatest sound engineers… Souzay, unfortunately, does not seem to have developed such a relationship with a major label. This particular disc of Mélodies by Claude Debussy is his sole recording for DG… but what a marvelous disc it is. The collection includes songs that set poems of Verlaine, Charles d’Orleans, Baudelaire, and even original poems by Debussy himself. Souzay’s voice is absolutely marvelous… never gruff… but always polished… warm… enveloping… and expressive.

Unfortunately, there are no examples of Souzay’s performances from this disc available on YouTube. On the other hand, there are any number of marvelous performances available on-line:

Chanson triste by Henri Duparc:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mms29…eature=related

Gabriel Fauré’s classic song, Après un rêve:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qRrdW…eature=related

Duparc’s Phidyle:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3DQdHTwCjo8

and Fauré’s magical setting of Paul Verlaine’s most famous poem, Clair de lune:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZGf0w…eature=related

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French Mélodies Part 3

I was looking over my CD shelves today and found myself somewhat (OK… not really) surprised that I own far more music by Russian composers than I do by French composers… in spite of my expressed preference (and in spite of the fact that my collection of the greatest Russian composer, Tchaikovsky, is woefully malnourished). What I have come to recognize is that there is a huge gaping void in French music and that void is the symphony. There are few (if any) French composers who are truly masterful symphonic composers. Even the British do a better job at this. But perhaps that brings us back to the French Mélodies for certainly it seems (with the exception of opera… at which the French excel to a certain extent) that the strength in French music lies with the miniature… the cameo… the lyrical musical poem: chamber works, works for solo piano, shimmering concertos for flute and harp (instruments all but ignored in other musical traditions), and of course the mélodies… chanson.

While I have long loved French music, I have never been overly impressed with French performers, orchestras, of conductors… with a few exceptions:
Pierre Boulez, André Cluytens, René Jacobs (who’s actually Belgian) and Charles Dutoit (who’s actually Swiss). The English, Germans, Americans, and Russians have seemed to lead the field in classical musical performance. Nevertheless, reacting to several stellar reviews in Gramophone and other classical music periodicals I recently decided to check out two French singers: Sandrine Piau…

and Véronique Gens…

Both women are brilliant sopranos. Neither currently may lay claim to the sort of star status of a singer like Anna Netrebko or Renee Fleming… but from the example of their recent recordings both are every bit worthy of, and quite likely well on their way to such recognition.

Sandrine Piau trained as a harpist and studied voice at the Collège Lamartine and the Conservatoire National Supérieur de Musique du Paris. She is best known for her performances in Baroque opera, having worked with many of the leading European conductors of the Baroque revival, including William Christie, Marc Minkowski, Philippe Herreweghe, Christophe Rousset, and René Jacobs. She collaborated with Ton Koopman and the Amsterdam Baroque Orchestra & Choir to record the complete vocal works of Johann Sebastian Bach. Piau’s recording of Handel arias…

was greeted with glowing praise by all the major music critics and periodicals.

It is her recording of Debussy mélodies, recorded for Naïve records with Jos van Immerseel on piano that I am concerned with here…

…as well as her disc, évocation, which includes further performances of Debussy, as well as Ernest Chausson, Charles Koechlin, Richard Strauss, Alexander Zemlinsky, and Arnold Schoenberg…

Among the marvelous works and performances to be found on these two discs I especially admire Debussy’s Les papillons in which the poem of Théophile Gautier is interwoven with shimmering and glittering piano trills which suggest the fluttering of the wings of the butterfly:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zX19e…eature=related

Another exquisite song by Debussy (from évocation ) is the wistful L’âme évaporée… taken from Debussy’s last song cycle, Deux Romances… his farewell to the genre:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7PqmQ3KIb4s

Both of these discs are exquisite and I cannot recommend them highly enough. I have been playing them repeatedly since they first arrived… in spite of having some 1200 other discs to chose from.

Having made such claims for Sandrine Piau, I should note that if anything the collection, Nuit d’étoiles (Mélodies française)

performed by Véronique Gens, is even more delicious! Gens studied at the Conservatoire de Paris and won first prize of the school. Her debut in 1986 was with William Christie and his Les Arts Florissants, and like Piau, she has spent much of her career recording and performing Baroque music, collaborating with conductors such as the already mentioned Christie, Marc Minkowski, René Jacobs, Christophe Rousset, Philippe Herreweghe, and Jean-Claude Malgoire. While she began as a Baroque specialist, she has become in demand for roles in Mozart operas, and an interpreter of songs by Berlioz, Debussy, Fauré as well as Joseph Canteloube’s Chants d’Auvergne.

Nuit d’étoiles (Mélodies française) contains performances of mélodies by Gabriel Faure, Debussy, and Poulenc. For me the most telling moment of this disc comes during shift from Fauré to Debussy. Gens rounds out her selection of Fauré’s songs with Clair de lune and Les berceaux. Les berceaux is a marvelous setting of the poem by Sully Prudhomme… (unfortunately YouTube doesn’t have a recording of Gens performance, but they do have a version by the inimitable, Janet Baker):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HxdIr0gu9rQ

These final two songs are among the greatest ever written by Fauré, and both stand along with the strongest works in the entire genre of “art song”… including the lieder of Schubert. They also offer a perfect contrast to Debussy’s sensuous setting of Pierre Louÿs erotic Chansons de Bilitis. From the very opening notes of the piano we are aware that this music is something new… more languorous… Impressionistic. Once again I cannot find an example of YouTube of Gens performance… but Lorraine Hunt-Lieberson is if anything… even more exquisite:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yaRNc69aMvM

For an even greater sense of the contrast between the earlier Fauré and Debussy Gens offers both composer’s interpretations of Clair de lune:

Fauré’s version is lilting… wistful… but as brilliant as it is (and it is unquestionably that)…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Mjy3Fw5GJY

it is almost nearer in style to the lieder of Schubert and Schumann than it is to the Impressionism of Debussy…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7cuaXqpsmoM

Once again… I cannot recommend either singer highly enough.

… shored against my ruins.

Perhaps I should begin to take a look at some of my own efforts as an artist. Sometime around 8 years ago I lost the large studio space I was working in due to reasons far too complex to go into. I suddenly found myself needing to turn out a body of new work for an upcoming gallery exhibition… but limited to that which I could create in the tiny office space in my apartment. It became obvious that painting was altogether out of the question… and so I began to explore the possibilities of collage.

I had long loved collage and assemblage as an art form. I revered Joseph Cornell from first coming upon his work, and was equally intrigued by the collage efforts of Picasso, Kurt Schwitters, Jess, and others. I soon discovered that the collage was a perfect means for exploring my passion for books… and recognized that the fragmentation was a perfect metaphor for the fragility and loss of history, art, and culture which had so entranced and disturbed me in T.S. Eliot’s Wasteland… and which struck me as so relevant as new wars broke out in the Middle-East… culminating in the pillaging of the libraries and museums in Iraq.

Such were my thoughts upon beginning this series of collage… but as the work evolved,I drew ideas from an endless array of sources: melancholy, loss, and meditations on mortality and immortality; the forms and structures of music… especially the music of J.S. Bach with his almost architectural framework, thoughts  while reading poetry, etc…

A Delicate Balance

The Sword of Gabriel

The Ghost Sonata

Winter Meditations on a Poem by Thomas Moore

A Poet Unhinged

Paper Fugue

Interlude with a Young Accountant

Homme de lettres 

There was a Crooked Man

An Elegant Gesture

Explosion in the Cathedral

Terza rima