Suite in B Minor for Flute and Strings

Meanwhile the music played on–Bach’s Suite in B minor, for flute and strings. Young Tolley conducted with his usual inimitable grace, bending in swan-like undulations from the loins, and tracing luscious arabesques on the air with his waving arms, as though he were dancing to the music. A dozen anonymous fiddlers and ‘cellists scraped at his bidding. And the great Pongileoni glueily kissed his flute. He blew across the mouth hole and a cylindrical air column vibrated; Bach’s meditations filled the Roman quadrangle. In the opening largo John Sebastian had, with the help of Pongileoni’s snout and the air column, made a statement: There are grand things in the world, noble things; there are men born kingly; there are real conquerors, intrinsic lords of the earth. But of an earth that is, oh! complex and multitudinous, he had gone on to reflect in the fugal allegro. You seem to have found the truth; clear, definite, unmistakable, it is announced by the violins; you have it, you triumphantly hold it. But it slips out of your grasp to present itself in a new aspect among the ‘cellos and yet again in terms of Pongileoni’s vibrating air column. The parts live their separate lives; they touch, their paths cross, they combine for a moment to create a seemingly final and perfected harmony, only to break apart again. Each is always alone and separate and individual. ‘I am I,’ asserts the violin; ‘the world revolves round me.’ ‘Round me,’ calls the ‘cello. ‘Round me,’ the flute insists. And all are equally right and equally wrong; and none of them will listen to the others.
In the human fugue there are eighteen hundred million parts. The resultant noise means something perhaps to the statistician, nothing to the artist. It is only by considering one or two parts at a time that the artist can understand anything. Here, for example, is one particular part; and John Sebastian puts the case. The Rondeau begins, exquisitely and simply melodious, almost a folk-song. It is a young girl singing to herself of love, in solitude, tenderly mournful. A young girl singing among the hills, with the clouds drifting overhead. But solitary as one of the floating clouds, a poet had been listening to her song. The thoughts that it provoked in him are the Sarabande that follows the Rondeau. His is a slow and lovely meditation on the beauty (in spite of squalor and stupidity), the profound goodness (in spite of all the evil), the oneness (in spite of such bewildering diversity) of the world. It is a beauty, a goodness, a unity that no intellectual research can discover, that analysis dispels, but of whose reality the spirit is from time to time suddenly and overwhelmingly convinced. A girl singing to herself under the clouds suffices to create the certitude. Even a fine morning is enough. Is it illusion or the revelation of profoundest truth? Who knows? Pongileoni blew, the fiddlers drew their rosined horse-hair across the stretched intestines of lambs; through the long Sarabande the poet slowly meditated his lovely and consoling certitude.
‘This music is beginning to get rather tedious,’ John Bidlake whispered to his hostess. ‘Is it going to last much longer?’

Point Counter Point – Aldous Huxley

4 thoughts on “Suite in B Minor for Flute and Strings

  1. É esse o livro segue a estrutura da música?

    Eu to com um aqui que é baseado num quadrado mágico (SATOR AREPO TENET OPERA ROTAS – o mesmo que o Webern usou numa variação pra piano), parece bem complexa a organização. E é brasileiro: Avalovara, do Osman Lins.

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    • É sim, por isso mesmo é o mais difícil de se ler dele, pelo mesmo motivo que é difícl acompanhar todas as pequenas peculiaridades de um grupo razoável de pessoas sem perder o fio da meada.

      Para alguém que estudou literatura brasileira na faculdade, sou bem relapsa, nunca li nada do Lins, mas a fama deste livro o precede e me parece mesmo leitura obrigatória.

      Estou com uns bagulhinhos aqui que o Huxley escreveu sobre as Prisões de Piranesi que me parecem beeeeem interessantes, mas que ainda não li.

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  2. Eu to numa fase de ler tudo do Hesse que aparece, mas depois quero aproveitar e ver logo o que tenho aqui do Huxley.

    E falando em romances com essas estruturas complexas, já ouviu falar de um chamado Variante Gotemburgo? É do Esdrasdo Nascimento, segundo um amigo meu foi a primeira vez que aceitaram um romance como tese. O livro segue uma partida de xadrez, e parece que a movimentação dos personagens e das peças segue um padrão bem rígido (provavelmente diferente do Alice).

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    • Não, não conheço… e não leio mais nada, só sofro e bebo… Temporariamente, espero eu.
      Me surpreende minha capacidade de digitação enquanto o alcóol prolifera. Perfeita, diria eu.

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