HUGO WOLF – KENT
NAGANO- JULIANE BANSE & DIETRICH HEBSCHEL – PROMETHEUS – 2005
I have always considered Lieders
as a minor musical form that can be entertaining, at times surprising, that can
reach the level of an anthem or a hymn, and yet that cannot have the dramatic
power and the tragic urgency of an aria in an oratorio or lamentation in an
opera because they have nothing before, nothing after and they are reduced to
their single skeleton and the little flesh the words put on the bones and the
life the music can set in that flesh. This recording is just going that way
with its first two sections, “Mörike-Lieder” and “Spanisches Liederbuch,” but
it gets transcended and transcendental with the last section “Goethe-Lieder.”
Why is Goethe so strong?
The first reason is that these
poems were not written to become Lieders but to be poems. Goethe’s style is one
of the densest styles I know in German poetry. What’s more Goethe has a
tremendous dramatic and tragic sense, from Sturm und Drang to Faust I & II,
and he sure can wrap a simple situation in such a vast mental construction that
we enter an outlandish universe with the first words that are like a black hole
in the poetic cosmos. And don’t believe you can escape that human tragedy
because Goethe is able with three words to capture you and never let you go. I
know only very few arias by Bach in his passions that can have that mesmerizing
power with two words like “Ruht Wohl.”
Goethe systematically assumes the
point of view of the person speaking in the poem. Thus he is Mignon, he is the
Rattenfänger, the Harfenspieler and Prometheus. And that transforms the poem
into a snaring trap for the listener and it reveals that Goethe was haunted by
the desire for a man, a lover with Mignon: a whole crowd of rats, children that
have to be seen as boys because the third crowd is girls to then relapse on the
rats with Der Rattenfänger; an evanescent and unidentified male character in
the absolute solitude of the Harfenspieler; to end with the identification with
Prometheus challenging God and his punishment that gives him the eternal glory
and dimension of the martyr, in a way the very archetype that will be imitated
with Jesus on his cross by order of his father to save humanity just the same
way Prometheus gave the means to become humanity to the wild animal man was
before he had fire and a some other divine knowledge and knowhow, with the only
difference that Prometheus stole that knowledge from his god whereas Jesus was
just a gullible and subservient sacrificial being of his father.
The music is up to that challenge
and this section of the CD becomes musically outlandish whereas the previous
sections were only humanely dramatic. This fascination and vast cosmic hunt of
Goethe for that pure man he longs for, that pure male hero and genius he dreams
of poem after poem becomes like the icon of the deepest desire a man may have,
the desire to reach what Lacan called his phallus, the Ideal of his Ego, the
hero and the genius that is in each one of us, the narcissistic and deeply
blissful commerce with what we could be, could become, could build, could
conquer. And this monosexual discourse can become universal if we take this
male character as the representative of any human being, of Mensch and not
Mann, hence of Weib too and Frau, of Mädchen as much as Kinder. But what is
essential is this introspective self-realization of the inner mental potential
we are by our own efforts that have to be a rebellion against the world,
against all the gods, against ourselves too because our mental potential is too
often enslaved by the symbolical chains of Prometheus which can then and
consequently make us only be the fodder of the social and political eagle that
sucks our blood day after day, and we will never be able to realize our dream, our
potential, our promise.
I will naturally dedicate this
Prometheus, Goethe’s and Wolf’s, to all those I have loved, be they the few
women I loved and still love including of course the one who became my life
partner; be they the few men I loved and still love including my son who is
suffering somewhere on this earth and in his mind for having been loved too
much by artificial desires and paradises, and my best younger friend in my old
age who is a lot more than just a friend, a mind-mate that has promised to hug
me on my death bed.
Dr Jacques COULARDEAU
# posted by Dr. Jacques COULARDEAU @ 4:05 AM