Apollo and Daphne

Adoration of the
Golden Calf

Parnassus
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Born a peasant in Normandy, France, in June of 1594, painter Nicolas
Poussin would found and one day be regarded as the greatest practitioner
of 17th century French classical style. He studied painting in Paris and
perhaps also Rouen. In 1624 he went to Rome, where, except for an
18-month sojourn in Paris from 1640 to 1642, he lived for the rest of
his life. His work symbolizes the virtues of logic, order and clarity,
and it has influenced the course of French art up to the present day.
Poussin's belief that art should appeal to the mind as well as to the
eye—that it should present the most noble and serious human situations
in an orderly manner and without trivial detail—became the basis of the
French academic style of the 17th century. Until the 20th century he
remained the dominant inspiration for such classically oriented artists
as Jacques-Louis David, Jean August Dominique Ingres, and Paul Cezanne.
Among Poussin's contemporaries in artistic life in Italy of the
17th century was composer Claudio Monteverdi. Born in Cremona in
1567, Monteverdi served at the court of the Dukes of Mantua
from the early 1590s until 1612, when he moved to Venice as maestro
di cappella at the basilica of St. Mark, a position he retained
until his death in 1643. And while there is no historical record to
suggest that these two great artists, at the pinnacle of their
powers working in the same country, only 246 miles apart, ever met,
we can nevertheless fairly imagine that they may have. And for the
purposes of An Imagined Poussin Triptych, I have done so.
This work, in three movements--or panels, really--interweaves my
own responses to three great works of Poussin, with the music of
Monteverdi . . . specifically the chamber duets, "Vorrei baciarti"
(I want to kiss you), and "Ohime, dov'e il mio ben" (Alas, where is
my love?). Poussin's Apollo and Daphne, painted in 1625,
opens with the resonant tutti chords which will serve as the pillars
of this work. As the music unfolds to express this doomed love, and
to reflect--as the painting does--the lust and anguish of Apollo's
pursuit and Daphne's flight, rejection and ultimate transformation,
an unmistakably 21st century harmonic language is subdued by the
strains of Monteverdi. Two soloists, a viola and a cello, muted and
senza vibrato, sing the commentary of "Vorrei baciarti" in quiet
relief.
Long, sustained pitches begin to emerge from the orchestra, first
floating above and then emerging from within the soloists' voices,
surrounding and ultimately overtaking them in a cloud of dissonance
which introduces The Adoration of the Golden Calf
(1634). This depiction of pagan worship draws from the string
orchestra a wide array of otherworldly sounds, including sul
ponticello,
ricochet col legno, "crushed bow," and "snap pizz". The low
strings bow and pluck behind the tailpiece, producing an ethereal,
scratching counterpoint, as the music drives toward a frenzied and
delirious climax.
As suddenly as it began, however, the dance is silenced, and the
tempo unwinds into Monteverdi once again. This time, the persuasive
"Ohime, dov'e il mio ben"
is presented not by two soloists, but four: a string quartet. The
excerpt has also doubled in duration, to a full 90 seconds,
asserting a new and irresistible influence. And while the
thematic materials of "Vorrei baciarti" did not appear in either
Apollo
and Daphne or The Adoration of the Golden Calf, "Ohime,
dov'e il mio ben" becomes the foundation for the last panel:
Parnassus.
Painted in 1646, Parnassus
magically portrays the Mount in Southern Greece, north of the Gulf of
Corinth, sacred to Apollo and the Muses, and a center of musical and
poetic inspiration. What better place for Poussin and Monteverdi to
conjoin, amid the sonic elements of the 21st century? The melodic and
rhythmic fragments of "Ohime, dov'e il mio ben" blend with my own
language, and with fragments from the earlier panels, to complete
this imagined triptych . . . resolved as a single pitch floating
high in the firmament, and across nearly five hundred years.
Geoffrey Gordon
6 February, 2001
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