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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