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In mystic musing we reach a solemn stillness where the prologue phrase is slowly drawn out into a profoundly moving hymn. Here we must feel is Meister Bruckner's true poetic abode rather than in the pa.s.sion and ecstasy of romance into which he was vainly lured.[A]
[Footnote A: Bruckner's Fifth Symphony (in B flat) is a typical example of closest correlation of themes that are devoid of intrinsic melody.
An introduction supplies in the ba.s.s of a hymnal line the main theme of the Allegro by inversion as well as the germ of the first subject of the Adagio. Throughout, as in the Romantic Symphony, the relation between the first and the last movement is subtle. A closing, jagged phrase reappears as the first theme of the Finale.
The Adagio and Scherzo are built upon the same figure of ba.s.s. The theme of the Trio is acclaimed by a German annotator as the reverse of the first motive of the symphony.
In the prelude of the Finale, much as in the Ninth of Beethoven, are pa.s.sed in review the main themes of the earlier movements. Each one is answered by an eccentric phrase that had its origin in the first movement and is now extended to a fugal theme.
The climactic figure is a new hymnal line that moves as central theme of an imposing double fugue.]
CHAPTER XV
THE LATER BRUCKNER
In Bruckner's later works appears the unique instance of a discipline grounded in the best traditions, united to a deft use of ephemeral devices. The basic cause of modern mannerism, mainly in harmonic effects, lies in a want of formal mastery; an impatience of thorough technic; a craving for quick sensation. With Bruckner it was the opposite weakness of original ideas, an organic lack of poetic individuality. It is this the one charge that cannot be brought home to the earlier German group of reaction against the cla.s.sic idea.
There is melody, almost abundant, in Wagner and Liszt and their German contemporaries. Indeed it was an age of lyricists. The fault was that they failed to recognize their lyric limitation, lengthening and padding their motives abnormally to fit a form that was too large. Hence the symphony of Liszt, with barren stretches, and the impossible plan of the later music-drama. The truest form of such a period was the song, as it blossomed in the works of a Franz.
Nor has this grandiose tendency even yet spent its course. A saving element was the fas.h.i.+oning of a new form, by Liszt himself,--the Symphonic Poem,--far inferior to the symphony, but more adequate to the special poetic intent.
Whatever be the truth of personal gossip, there is no doubt that Bruckner lent himself and his art to a championing of the reactionary cause in the form that was intrinsically at odds with its spirit. Hence in later works of Bruckner these strange episodes of borrowed romance, abruptly stopped by a firm counterpoint of excellent quality,--indeed far the best of his writing. For, if a man have little ideas, at least his good workmans.h.i.+p will count for something.
In truth, one of the strangest types is presented in Bruckner,--a pedant who by persistent ingenuity simulates a master-work almost to perfection. By so much as genius is not an infinite capacity for pains, by so much is Bruckner's Ninth not a true symphony. Sometimes, under the glamor of his art, we are half persuaded that mere persistence may trans.m.u.te pedantry into poetry.
It seems almost as if the Wagnerians chose their champion in the symphony with a kind of suppressed contempt for learning, a.s.sociating mere intellectuality with true mastery, pointing to an example of greatest skill and least inspiration as if to say: "Here is your symphonist if you must have one." And it is difficult to avoid a suspicion that his very partisans were laughing up their sleeve at their adopted champion.
We might say all these things, and perhaps we have gone too far in suggesting them. After all we have no business with aught but the music of Bruckner, whatever may have been his musical politics, his vanity, his ill judgment, or even his deliberate partisans.h.i.+p against his betters. But the ideas themselves are unsubstantial; on shadowy foundation they give an illusion by modern touches of harmony and rhythm that are not novel in themselves. The melodic idea is usually divided in two, as by a clever juggler. There is really no one thought, but a plenty of small ones to hide the greater absence.
We have merely to compare this artificial manner with the poetic reaches of Brahms to understand the insolence of extreme Wagnerians and the indignation of a Hanslick. As against the pedantry of Bruckner the style of Strauss is almost welcome in its frank pursuit of effects which are at least grateful in themselves. Strauss makes hardly a pretence at having melodic ideas. They serve but as p.a.w.ns or puppets for his harmonic and orchestral _mise-en-scene_. He is like a play-wright constructing his plot around a scenic design.
Just a little common sense is needed,--an unpremeditated att.i.tude. Thus the familiar grouping, "_Bach_, _Beethoven_ and _Brahms_" is at least not unnatural. Think of the absurdity of "_Bach_, _Beethoven_ and _Bruckner_"![A]
[Footnote A: A festival was held in Munich in the summer of 1911, in celebration of "Bach, Beethoven and Bruckner."]
The truth is, the Bruckner cult is a striking symptom of a certain decadence in German music; an incapacity to tell the sincere quality of feeling in the dense, brilliant growth of technical virtuosity. In the wors.h.i.+p at the Bayreuth shrine, somehow reinforced by a modern national self-importance, has been lost a heed for all but a certain vein of exotic romanticism, long ago run to riotous seed, a blending of hedonism and fatalism. No other poetic message gets a hearing and the former may be rung in endless repet.i.tion and reminiscence, provided, to be sure, it be framed with brilliant cunning of workmans.h.i.+p.
Here we feel driven defiantly to enounce the truth: that the highest art, even in a narrow sense, comes only with a true poetic message. Of this Bruckner is a proof; for, if any man by pure knowledge could make a symphony, it was he. But, with almost superhuman skill, there is something wanting in the inner connection, where the main ideas are weak, forced or borrowed. It is only the true poetic rapture that ensures the continuous absorption that drives in perfect sequence to irresistible conclusion.
_SYMPHONY NO. 9_
_I.--Solenne._ Solemn mystery is the mood, amid trembling strings on hollow unison, before the eight
[Music: _Misterioso_ (Eight horns with _tremolo_ strings on D in three octaves)]
horns strike a phrase in the minor chord that in higher echoes breaks into a strange harmony and descends into a turn of melodic cadence. In answer is another chain of brief phrases, each beginning
[Music: (1st violins) (Lower reeds with strings _tremolo_ in all but ba.s.ses)]
with a note above the chord (the common mark and manner of the later school of harmonists[A]) and a new ascent on a literal ladder of subtlest progress, while hollow intervals are intermingled in the pinch of close harmonies. The bewildering maze here begins of mult.i.tudinous design, enriched with modern devices.
[Footnote A: See Vol. II, note, page 104.]
A clash of all the instruments acclaims the climax before the unison stroke of fullest chorus on the solemn note of the beginning. A favorite device of Bruckner, a measured tread of _pizzicato_ strings with interspersed themal motives, precedes the romantic episode. Throughout the movement is this alternation of liturgic chorale with tender melody.
[Music: _Molto tranquillo_ (Strings) _espressivo_ (Oboes and horns)]
Bruckner's pristine polyphonic manner ever appears in the double strain of melodies, where each complements, though not completes the other.
However multiple the plan, we cannot feel more than the quality of _unusual_ in the motives themselves, of some interval of ascent or descent. Yet as the melody grows to larger utterance, the fulness of polyphonic art brings a beauty of tender sentiment, rising to a moving climax, where the horns lead the song in the heart of the madrigal chorus, and the strings alone sing the expressive answer.
[Music: (Violins doubled in 8ve.) (Strings, woods and horns)]
A third phrase now appears, where lies the main poetry of the movement.
Gentle swaying calls of
[Music: _Tranquillo_ (Wood and violins) (4 horns in 8ve.) (Horns) (Strings with ba.s.soons)]
soft horns and wood, echoed and answered in close pursuit, lead to a mood of placid, elemental rhythm, with something of "Rheingold," of "Ossian" ballad, of the lapping waves of Cherubini's "Anacreon." In the midst the horns blow a line of sonorous melody, where the cadence has a breath of primal legend. On the song runs, ever mid the elemental motion, to a resonant height and dies away as before. The intimate, romantic melody now returns, but it is rocked on the continuing pelagic pulse; indeed, we hear anon a faint phrase of the legend, in distant trumpet, till we reach a joint rhapsody of both moods; and in the never resting motion, mid vanis.h.i.+ng echoes, we dream of some romance of the sea.
Against descending harmonies return the hollow, sombre phrases of the beginning, with the full cadence of chorale in the bra.s.s; and beyond, the whole prelude has a full, extended verse. In the alternation of solemn and sweet episode returns the tender melody, with pretty inversions, rising again to an ardent height. The renewed clash of acclaiming chorus ushers again the awful phrase of unison (now in octave descent), in towering majesty. But now it rises in the ever increasing vehemence where the final blast is lit up with a flash of serene sonority.
This motive, of simple octave call, indeed pervades the earlier symphony in big and little. And now, above a steady, sombre melodic tread of strings it rises in a fray of eager retorts, transfigured in wonderful harmony again and again to a brilliant height, pausing on a ringing refrain, in sombre hue of overpowering blast.
A soft interlude of halting and diminis.h.i.+ng strings leads to the romantic melody as it first appeared, where the multiple song again deepens and enn.o.bles the theme. It pa.s.ses straight into the waving, elemental motion, where again the hallowed horn utters its sibyl phrase, again rising to resonant height. And again merges the intimate song with the continuing pulse of the sea, while the trumpet softly sounds the legend and a still greater height of rhapsody.
Dull brooding chords bring a sombre play of the awing phrase, over a faint rocking motion, clas.h.i.+ng in bold harmony, while the horns surge in broader melody. The climactic clash ends in a last verse of the opening phrase, as of primal, religious chant.
_II.--Scherzo._ In the dazzling pace of bright clas.h.i.+ng harmonies, the perfect answers of falling and rising phrases, we are again before the semblance, at
[Music: _Vivace_ (Flute with _pizz._ violins) (Flute) (_Pizz._ strings)]
least, of a great poetic idea. To be sure there is a touch of stereotype in the chords and even in the pinch and clash of hostile motives. And there is not the distinctive melody,--final stamp and test of the shaft of inspiration. Yet in the enchantment of motion, sound and form, it seems mean-spirited to cavil at a want of something greater. One stands bewildered before such art and stunned of all judgment.
A delight of delicate gambols follows the first brilliant dance of main motive. Amid a rougher trip of unison sounds the sonorous bra.s.s, and to softest jarring murmur of strings a pretty jingle of reed,
[Music: _grazioso_ (Oboe) (_Pizz._ strings with soft chord of wind and rhythmic ba.s.soon)]
with later a slower counter-song, almost a madrigal of pastoral answers, till we are back in the ruder original dance. The gay cycle leads to a height of rough volume (where the mystic bra.s.s sound in the midst) and a revel of echoing chase.
In sudden hush of changed tone on fastest fairy trip, strings and wood play to magic harmonies. In calming motion the violins sing a quieter song, ever
[Music: _Piu tranquillo_ _Dolce_ (Violins) (Oboe) (Violins) (Oboes with sustained strings)]