The Hammock Papers: Mozart, R.I.P.

05 December 2009

Mozart, R.I.P.

On this day, in 1791, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart died.

His Requiem in D minor, K. 626, left unfinished, is thought by many to have been the last piece he put quill to as he lay dying.

"Beleaguered by prohibitions, pursued by posthumous presences, overcome by constant sorrows, Mozart for a while had reached almost to the edge of silence. But somehow he had managed to harness his creative forces and the old imperatives to a new purpose - in a great effort to save his own family, which now included the Webers. Protected by a loving family - even if he may have sought solace beyond its borders - he had managed to erect a temporary bulwark against annihilation. He had resisted the pull to extinction through an amalgam of love and music. So long as he could write music, he could keep death at a distance. He composed a Requiem to mourn for a nobleman's wife, to express his feelings of grief - or loss - over the death of every beloved person, to propitiate his father and the gods. But now, once again, Mozart was unable to find an effective antidote to a toxic presence, either in work or in love. He no longer had the physical or emotional resources to resist the sacrificial summons."

Maynard Solomon, Mozart: A Life

The Mozart Project adds insight here.

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WOLFGANG AMADEUS MOZART

"When I am, as it were, completely myself, entirely alone and of good cheer – say travelling in a carriage or walking after a good meal, or during the night when I cannot sleep – it is on such occasions that my ideas flow best and most abundantly. Whence, and how, they come I know not ; nor can I force them. Those ideas that please me I retain in memory and am accustomed, as I have been told, to hum them to myself. If I continue in this way, it soon occurs to me how I may turn this dainty morsel to account, so as to make a good dish of it. That is to say, agreeable to the rules of counterpoint, to the peculiarities of various instruments etc. All this fires my soul, and, provided I am not disturbed, my subject enlarges itself, becomes methodised, and defined, and the whole, though it be long, stands almost complete and finished in my mind, so that I can survey it like a fine picture or a beautiful statue at a glance. Nor do I hear in my imagination the parts successively, but I hear them, as it were, all at once. What a delight this is, I cannot tell."

MARCUS AURELIUS

"Is your cucumber bitter? Throw it away. Are there briars in your path? Turn aside. That is enough. Do not go on and say, 'Why were things of this sort ever brought into this world?' neither intolerable nor everlasting - if thou bearest in mind that it has its limits, and if thou addest nothing to it in imagination. Pain is either an evil to the body (then let the body say what it thinks of it!)-or to the soul. But it is in the power of the soul to maintain its own serenity and tranquility."

VINCENT van GOGH

"What am I in the eyes of most people? A nonentity or an oddity or a disagreeable person — someone who has and will have no position in society, in short a little lower than the lowest. Very well — assuming that everything is indeed like that, then through my work I’d like to show what there is in the heart of such an oddity, such a nobody. This is my ambition, which is based less on resentment than on love in spite of everything, based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion. Even though I’m often in a mess, inside me there’s still a calm, pure harmony and music. In the poorest little house, in the filthiest corner, I see paintings or drawings. And my mind turns in that direction as if with an irresistible urge. As time passes, other things are increasingly excluded, and the more they are the faster my eyes see the picturesque. Art demands persistent work, work in spite of everything, and unceasing observation."

DAN CAMPBELL