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Metamorphosen

Yuk, berbincang tentang Metamorphosen, satu komposisi dari Richard Strauss yang jarang dibahas. Malah kayaknya belum pernah dibahas di weblog ini.

Dalam buku “Elaborasi Musik”, filsuf Palestina Edward Said memilih komposisi ini sebagai paradigma pengalaman musik yang etis dan tercerahkan, yang dirasakan baik oleh komposer dan pendengarnya:

“In the perspective afforded by such a work as Metamorphosen, music thus becomes an art not primarily or exclusively about authorial power and social authority, but a mode for thinking through or thinking with the integral variety of human cultural practices, generously, non-coercively, and, yes, in a utopian cast, if by utopian we mean worldly, possible, attainable, knowable.”

Tapi tidak selalu anggapan orang seperti ini. Tahun 1947, tuduhan bahwa komposisi ini merupakan kenangan atas Hitler, digembargemborkan di Belanda, negeri yang takluk pada tentara Nazi nyaris tanpa perlawanan. Memang bagian awal komposisi ini ditulis saat Munich Staatstheater dibom pada Oktober 1943, dan sempat dinamai “Duka bagi Munich”. Bagian akhirnya diselesaikan pada April 1945, saat Jerman sedang dalam masa kejatuhan. Barangkali memang ada kaitan antara komposisi ini dengan masa meredupnya Jerman, namun tidak harus lalu dikaitkan dengan Nazi atau Hitler.

Aku sendiri nggak terlalu lekat dengan Metamorphosen. Tod und Verklarung, dari Richard Strauss juga, terasa lebih akrab. CD Metamorphosen ini dulunya aku pinjam dari perpustakaan Lanchester di Coventry, dan aku konversi jadi MP3. Ilegal sih, tapi aku jarang berkelakuan kayak gini. Nanti aku beli CD-nya kalau ada yang jual di sekitar Bandung. Ada kemiripan antara Metamorphosen dan Tod und Verklarung, yang bikin aku pingin sesekali merasakan nuansanya kembali. Bukan cuman bahwa durasinya sama-sama sekitar 25-26 menit, tapi ada nuansa yang …. gimana sih caranya cerita tentang nuansa?

Pendengar diajak melakukan perjalanan dalam bentuk representasi suara atas mourning dan melankoli. Apa sih bedanya? Mengikuti Freud sih, mourning itu gejala psikis yang nantinya selesai jika subyek sudah bisa berlepas dari obyek kedukaan. Sebaliknya, melankoli adalah ketidakmampuan berlepas dari kedukaan itu. Yang ada pada mourning dan tidak ada pada melankoli adalah “reemergence of a viable and coherent subjectivity.” Nah, bentuk subyektivitas inilah yang justru hilang dalam Metamorphosen. Suara tidak mentransformasi diri menjadi subyek. Jadi memang tidak pas untuk mencari semacam kedamaian, resolusi, atau pemulihan spiritual dari musik yang terkesan tenang ini.

Haha. Yeah. Kayaknya aku memang sedang mencari dukungan emosional dari musik yang salah. Haha :). Ganti ah. Tod und Verklarung? Mungkin aja. Atau balik ke kawan lama kita: Wagner. Belum lama ini ada makhluk bernama Dian mengisi buku tamu site ini. Dia sedang di Bayreuth. Gimana ya rasanya tinggal di kota Wagner? Apa Wagner di sana sudah termetamorfosis jadi relik masa lalu, sementara gaungnya di Griya Caraka Bandung masih terasa hidup, aktual, dinamik.

Which Lightsaber?

HASH(0x8b90688)
Your Lightsaber is Blue

Blue is often associated with depth and stability.
It symbolizes trust, loyalty, wisdom,
confidence, and truth.

What Colored Lightsaber Would You Have?
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Which Element ?

Light element

Your element is Light. Your heart is pure and shining with love. You believe in the goodness of those around you and give almost everyone a smile. You are not the kind to hide your happiness and tend to smile all day long, both in and out. But when sadness hits you, you become very devastated and may be upset for quite some time. What you need in your life is friends, friends who will love you unconditionally, like you love them. But you have a naive nature and don’t always notice when someone is trying to hurt you. Some would say you are oblivious to mean people, which makes you an easy target. However, your true friends will probably be there for you and save you. In school you are either the popular one or the little weird one. It all depends if “the higher people” find your caring side irritating or not. Nevertheless, you have a bubbly personality and are social. Big partys may not be your thing since you want bonding time with your friends, so slumber-partys fit you more. You like the happy things in life and like everyone else to be as happy as you are.

What is your element?
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Which Sign of Affection?

cuddle and a kiss
cuddle and a kiss on the forehead – you like to be close to your special someone and feel warm, comfortable, and needed

What Sign of Affection Are You?
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Regulus

prince.
You are the little prince.

Saint Exupery’s ‘The Little Prince’ Quiz.
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  • PS: Sekedar mengikuti anjuran Neenoy. Salam untuk your li’l star, Noy. Kalau kami, para makhluk bintang ini, kembali ke kilau cerlang di atas sana, sudilah para makhluk bumi penatap bintang sepertimu menjenguk reruntuhan tubuhku yang terakhir, sekalian mengambil koleksi buku The Little Prince in n languages (where n = … bentar deh, ngitung dulu).

E Lucevan Le Stelle

Bagian dari komposisi Tosca dari Giacomo Puccini ini beberapa hari (atau jangan-jangan malah beberapa minggu ini) sering terasa menggaung ringan dari balik kepala. Penasaran dengan teksnya, inilah dia, hasil cari di Google:

E lucevan le stelle, e olezzava la terra
stridea l’uscio dell’orto, e un passo sfiorava la rena.
Entrava ella, fragrante, mi cadea fra le braccia.
Oh! dolci baci, o languide carezze,
mentr’io fremente le belle forme discogliea dai veli!
Svani per sempre il sogno mio d’amore…
L’ora e fuggita e muoio disperato!
E non ho amato mai tanto la vita!

Terjemahan:

How the stars seemed to shimmer, the sweet scents of the garden,
how the creaking gate whispered, and a footstep skimmed over the sand,
how she then entered, so fragrant, and then fell into my two arms!
Ah sweetest of kiss, languorous caresses,
while I stood trembling, searching her features
concealed by her mantle. My dreams of pure love,
forgotten forever! All of it’s gone now!
I die hopeless, despairing, and never before
have I loved life like this!

Pernah nggak aku nulis di sini, bahwa opera Puccini tidak pernah seseru kisah hidup Puccini sendiri?

Pakar dan Media

Tidak hanya zaman sekarang media dianggap kredibel dengan sendirinya (pun tanpa perlu upaya mempertahankan kredibilitas). Cerita berikut ini diceritakan fisikawan/kosmolog George Gamow, dengan setting di Russia tahun 1925.

Fisikawan Abatic Bronstein memamerkan kepada Gamow dan Lev Landau, Ensiklopedia Soviet yang terbaru. Di dalamnya, masih disebutkan adanya zat ether yang mengisi ruang semesta, tempat segala macam gelombang energi merambat di atasnya. Ini tahun 1925, 20 tahun setelah relativitas khusus, dan 10 tahun setelah relativitas umum, dan dalam masa keemasan mekanika kuantum. Artikel itu disusun editor yang pakar fisika, bernama Gessen. Gessen belum pernah kuliah fisika, selain di sekolah, plus baca-baca. Artikelnya menjelaskan soal ether secara rinci, sambil menolak teori Einstein. Gamow berencana mempersoalkan hal ini ke media. Tapi, seperti juga para ilmuwan jail lainnya, ia menempuh cara yang lucu. A.l. begini ditulisnya melalui telegram:

Tergugah oleh artikel Anda mengenai ether, kami menjadi sangat bersemangat untuk mulai membuktikan keberadaannya. Kita buktikan bahwa si Albert itu idealistik yang idiot semata.
Mohon dipimpin upaya riset atas materi-materi kalorik, flogiston, dan cairan elektrik (semuanya konsep fisika kuno yang terbukti salah –tambahan)
Ttd: Gamow, Landau, Bronstein, Genazvali, Grilokishnikov

Gessen berang, dan langsung membalas dengan serangan personal yang terbuka. Tak tanggung-tanggung, kelima orang itu diadukan ke Akademi Komunis di Moskva, dengan tuduhan mengingkari prinsip materialisme dialektika dan ideologi Marx.

Lev Landau (Лев Дави́дович Ланда́у)

Karena pakar fisika dan media ensiklopedia itu dianggap kredibel, tuduhan itu langsung diterima. Dua mahasiswa penandatangan kehilangan bea hidup dan diusir ke luar kota. Landau dan Bronstein dipecat sebagai dosen, tapi masih boleh meneruskan kerja sebagai peneliti. Gamow belum mendapat sanksi, karena tidak terkait secara organisasi. Namun Akademi juga minta hukuman tambahan bahwa kelima tertuduh tidak boleh hidup di lima kota terbesar di Russia.

Tahun 1932, Gamow yang muak dengan gaya Russia memutuskan bermigrasi ke barat. Landau yang merupakan patriot Russia memutuskan tetap bekerja di Russia, biarpun selalu hidup dalam kesulitan dan sempat masuk penjara di zaman Stalin itu.

As They Get Old …

  • Old accountants never die, they just lose their balance.
  • Old actors never die, they just drop apart.
  • Old archers never die, they just bow and quiver.
  • Old architects never die, they just lose their structures.
  • Old bankers never die, they just lose interest.
  • Old basketball players never die, they just go on dribbling.
  • Old beekeepers never die, they just buzz off.
  • Old bookkeepers never die, they just lose their figures.
  • Old bosses never die, much as you want them to.
  • Old cashiers never die, they just check out.
  • Old chauffeurs never die, they just lose their drive.
  • Old chemists never die, they just fail to react.
  • Old cleaning people never die, they just kick the bucket.
  • Old cooks never die, they just get deranged.
  • Old daredevils never die, they just get discouraged.
  • Old deans never die, they just lose their faculties.
  • Old doctors never die, they just lose their patience.
  • Old electricians never die, they just lose contact.
  • Old farmers never die, they just go to seed.
  • Old garagemen never die, they just retire.
  • Old hackers never die, they just go to bits.
  • Old hardware engineers never die, they just cache in their chips.
  • Old hippies never die, they just smell that way.
  • Old horticulturists never die, they just go to pot.
  • Old hypochondriacs never die, they just lose their grippe.
  • Old investors never die, they just roll over.
  • Old journalists never die, they just get de-pressed.
  • Old knights in chain mail never die, they just shuffle off their metal coils.
  • Old laser physicists never die, they just become incoherent.
  • Old lawyers never die, they just lose their appeal.
  • Old limbo dancers never die, they just go under.
  • Old mathematicians never die, they just disintegrate.
  • Old milkmaids never die, they just lose their whey.
  • Old ministers never die, they just get put out to pastor…
  • Old musicians never die, they just get played out.
  • Old number theorists never die, they just get past their prime.
  • Old numerical analysts never die, they just get disarrayed.
  • Old owls never die, they just don’t give a hoot.
  • Old pacifists never die, they just go to peaces.
  • Old professors never die, they just lose their class.
  • Old photographers never die, they just stop developing.
  • Old pilots never die, they just go to a higher plane.
  • Old policemen never die, they just cop out.
  • Old preachers never die, they just ramble on, and on, and on, and on….
  • Old printers never die, they’re just not the type.
  • Old programmers never die, they just branch to a new address.
  • Old programming wizards never die, they just recurse.
  • Old quarterbacks never die, they just pass away.
  • Old schools never die, they just lose their principals.
  • Old sculptors never die, they just lose their marbles.
  • Old seers never die, they just lose their vision.
  • Old sewage workers never die, they just waste away.
  • Old skateboarders never die, they just lose their bearings.
  • Old sailors never die, they just get a little dingy.
  • Old Soldiers never die. Young ones do.
  • Old steelmakers never die, they just lose their temper.
  • Old students never die, they just get degraded.
  • Old tanners never die, they just go into hiding.
  • Old typists never die, they just lose their justification.
  • Walt Disney didn’t die. He’s in suspended animation.
  • Old white water rafters never die, they just get disgorged.
  • Old wrestlers never die, they just lose their grip.

Der Großen Sehnsucht

My soul, to your domain gave I all wisdom to drink all new wines, and also all immemorially old strong wines of wisdom.

My soul, every sun shed I upon you, and every night and every silence and every longing:- then grewest you up for me as a vine.

My soul, exuberant and heavy dost you now stand forth, a vine with swelling udders and full clusters of brown golden grapes:-Filled and weighted by your happiness, waiting from superabundance, and yet ashamed of your waiting.

My soul, there is nowhere a soul which could be more loving and more comprehensive and more extensive! Where could future and past be closer together than with you?

My soul, I have given you everything, and all my hands have become empty by you:- and now! Now sayest you to me, smiling and full of melancholy: “Which of us oweth thanks?-Doth the giver not owe thanks because the receiver received? Is bestowing not a necessity? Is receiving not- pitying?”

My soul, I understand the smiling of your melancholy: thine over-abundance itself now stretcheth out longing hands!

Your fulness looketh forth over raging seas, and seeketh and waiteth: the longing of over-fulness looketh forth from the smiling heaven of thine eyes!

And verily, My soul! Who could see your smiling and not melt into tears? The angels themselves melt into tears through the over-graciousness of your smiling.

Your graciousness and over-graciousness, is it which will not complain and weep: and yet, My soul, longeth your smiling for tears, and your trembling mouth for sobs.

“Is not all weeping complaining? And all complaining, accusing?” Thus speakest you to yourself; and therefore, My soul, wilt you rather smile than pour forth your grief-Than in gushing tears pour forth all your grief concerning your fulness, and concerning the craving of the vine for the vintager and vintage-knife!

But wilt you not weep, wilt you not weep forth your purple melancholy, then wilt you have to sing, My soul!- Behold, I smile myself, who foretell you this:

-You wilt have to sing with passionate song, until all seas turn calm to hearken unto your longing,-Until over calm longing seas the bark glideth, the golden marvel, around the gold of which all good, bad, and marvellous things frisk:-Also many large and small animals, and everything that hath light marvellous feet, so that it can run on violet-blue paths,-Towards the golden marvel, the spontaneous bark, and its master: he, however, is the vintager who waiteth with the diamond vintage-knife,-your great deliverer, My soul, the nameless one- for whom future songs only will find names! And verily, already hath your breath the fragrance of future songs,-Already glowest you and dreamest, already drinkest you thirstily at all deep echoing wells of consolation, already reposeth your melancholy in the bliss of future songs!- My soul, now have I given you all, and even my last possession, and all my hands have become empty by you:- that I bade you sing, behold, that was my last thing to give!

That I bade you sing,- say now, say: which of us now- oweth thanks?- Better still, however: sing unto me, sing, My soul! And let me thank you!

F Nietzsche, Also Sprach Zarathustra

Virus: Musical Baton

Emang Musical Baton itu beneran soal musik? Soal personality? Soal persahabatan dan saling pengertian? Bukan! Ini “virus” yang sama dengan mail hoax, dan semacamnya. Cuman melanda weblog dan yang semacamnya (untuk tidak mengacaukan definisi yang tidak definit atas blog).

So, Andika melempar batonnya ke aku, setelah dapat lemparan dari Priyadi, yang dilontar oleh Eko, yang diterjang oleh Boy, yang dirajam oleh Echa, yang diruyak oleh AGentX, yang disawat oleh Lancerlord , yang dibalang oleh Cowboy , yang dihujam oleh Jim, dst.

Dan benarlah yang bilang bahwa para weblogger umumnya narsis. Doyan banget memamerkan diri, membanggakan personal weirdness, dengan berkedok keterpaksaan. Maka virus kayak gini jadi laku keras.

Sorry yach, aku mah nggak narsis. Megaloman sih, iya (warning: pengalihan istilah). Tapi daripada nggak enak hati sama Andika (warning: pura-pura terpaksa), OK deh, aku isi juga.

Total volume of music files on my computer: 1.29 GB on this notebook, excl all external devices

Last CDs I bought:

  • Symphony no 10 (unfinished) — Gustav Mahler
  • Oktett D803 — Frans Schubert
  • A tribute to Ian Antono

Song playing right now: No song, just music — Richard Strauss’ «Tod und Verklarung».

Five song (define song) I listen to a lot, or means a lot to me:

  • Liebestod — Richard Wagner (part of Tristan und Isolde Opera)
  • Elsa’s Dream — Richard Wagner (part of Lohengrin Opera)
  • Innuendo — Queen
  • Bohemian Rhapsody — Queen
  • If

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