Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Tristan and Isolde - Liebestod



You either love it or hate it, indifference is impossible. I love it.

One of the most beautiful, passionate musical works ever written is Richard Wagner’s opera, Tristan und Isolde. The 19th century conductor Hans von Bülow called it “the zenith of musical art up to now!” And some of the greatest music from it is the final scene, which has come to be known as the “Liebestod,” or “Love-Death.” Wagner himself called it Isolde's Verklärung, which means "a coming to clarity."

A central reason it’s beautiful, I believe, is in how it puts together struggle and resolution, difficulty and ease. In his book Self and World, Eli Siegel wrote:

"Something like struggle is needed by the human being. Something even like discontent is needed by the human being. ….One cannot think of a world made up of smooth roads strewn with roses and bordered by exceedingly accessible marshmallows. The world, like the human body, is a compound of resistance and ease, obstruction and going forward, obstacle and companion. "

These words have me understand the beauty of the “Liebestod” in a way I’m tremendously grateful for.

Wagner's opera tells the story of the love of Tristan, a Knight in the service of King Marke of Cornwall in what is now southern England, for Isolde, an Irish princess who was promised in marriage to the elderly King. She, however, falls in love with Tristan—and when their love is discovered, he is mortally wounded by a knight loyal to Marke. Isolde tries to reach Tristan to heal him, but arrives too late, and he dies in her arms. Then, in a rapture, as she imagines Tristan waking, returning to life, she sings, “How gently and quietly he smiles, how fondly he opens his eyes!. Do you see, friends? Do you not see?” Right from the start, there is a feeling of striving against opposition, a sense of resistance in the music, as the melody rises and falls and then rises higher. The melody is slow, and it comes in softly, almost out of silence.

[Ex 1: beginning to measure 9]

The orchestral texture is itself a relation of difficulty and ease; it is thick, with the low strings playing sustained chords; and they play tremolo, which both adds to the impediment, the thickness, and at the same time makes for a feeling of motion and expectation. The melody Isolde sings begins with a short, two-measure figure, which, as the Liebestod continues, we hear again and again in the orchestra in different keys and on different instruments, growing steadily in intensity.

That two bar phrase begins with a strong, assertive motion, rising from the dominant, up a fourth to the tonic. Yet immediately there is opposition—the melody is stopped from rising further; the tonic note is repeated, and the melody is turned back, dropping a half step and then another half step. In general, it’s easier to descend than to ascend, but this gentle descent of two half steps brings the music to a Cb major chord, very distant from the Ab major chord it began with. It is unsettling and restful at once. Then, with a little rush, the melody ascends two whole steps, but where do we end? On a Bb major chord. The chords resist and push forward at once. They contradict the key we began with, they also open the door for modulation, for moving on to newer keys. Then Isolde repeats this phrase, now in a higher key.

As the music continues, the orchestra takes up the theme, with Isolde sometimes agreeing and often disagreeing.

[ex. 2: measure 9 to “Fühlt und seht ihr’s nicht?”]

Perhaps the most intense and beautiful feeling of struggle comes about midway through. Isolde believes she hears a melody coming from Tristan, and sings, “Are they waves of refreshing breezes? Are they billows of heavenly fragrances? As they swell and roar around me, shall I breathe them, shall I listen to them?” Accompanying this, the violins begin a chromatic melody—a slow upward climb in tight half-steps, struggling to reach something, which again and again falls back and then climbs higher. As it does, the chromatic line is often dissonant to the harmony below and to Isolde’s melody. Yet, because these dissonances by their very nature seek to resolve themselves, they push and pull the melody along. The opposition makes for the advance. Throughout, along with struggle, there is a feeling of unrelenting, inevitable progress, and it is thrilling and deeply satisfying.

[ex. 3: 3:30-4:02, “sind es Wellen” to “sol ich lauschen?"]

The climax of the Liebestod is magnificent; there is a feeling of tremendous achievement, of soaring and freedom. It seems all obstacles are overcome—only there is this amazing thing: the highest note, a C#, is outside the chord, and there is a terrific feeling of dissatisfaction, as it wants to pull back down to the B, the home key. Then the orchestra and Isolde gradually descend and the music comes to an E minor chord—a moment of darkness. Wagner seems to be saying, “In your achievement, don’t forget the struggle.” Finally, after Isolde’s last notes—an octave leap from F# to high F#—a single oboe bravely plays a high D#, the sweet major third of the key, the full orchestra joins it, and the music resolves on the pure B major chord it has been aiming for from the beginning. It is because the struggle is honored that the achievement is both believable and so satisfying.

[ex.4: 3:30 to end, from “Höre ich nur diese Weise”]

A large question about this music is: What is the relation of love and death here? From what I have learned from Aesthetic Realism, I think the “Liebestod” affirms the fact that something in us, our narrow, selfish self, must be defeated in order for us to love truly another person. In his poem, “Love; or, When Good Will Wins,” Eli Siegel wrote:

To love a person
Is to be willing
To give up your wrong care for yourself
(Which may be seen as true care)
For good will for that person.
And so love is clearly
The most beautiful thing in the world:
Which everyone, surely,
Knows it is.

(Alan Shapiro)

4 comments:

rauf said...

still have not graduated to opera, i don't think i'll ever get any closer Claudia, as i am already 61.

Claudia said...

I grew up listening to opera, maybe that's why I like it so much. Listening to music is one of my favourite therapies :-)

Ruth said...

I'm avoiding work, coming in here and snooping. I feel a little sheepish, like I'm stealing around in an empty, deserted house. And at your flickr site too.

The thing is, there is still so much life here. I'm feeling wistful, and I'm sad that you are now done with blogging, just when I need to connect with you - for some reason.

I just started downloading operatic arias on iTunes. I didn't grow up with opera, I'm more like rauf - never "got" it. But slowly certain pieces have pulled me in.

Claudia said...

Oh the bittersweet state of procrastination! It can happen on you on so many levels, from the most prosaic to the most profound. I must be going through that now, avoiding having to deal with things that have to be dealt with sooner or later... I'd rather it be later than sooner.

Opera provides me with such sublime, cathartic moments that sometimes I think of it as a powerful mood drug without which it would be difficult to live. I'm kind of hooked on it in a very personal way and I think that the human voice is the most complex and beautiful of musical instruments. But I guess that any kind of music can have the same uplifting or cathartic effect on anyone that relates to it. Musical taste is so very personal, so subjective, dependent on so many complex factors.