Im currently chin-deep in research for a series of program essays I'm writing for the Britt Festival Orchestra's summer season. So today I'm revisiting a piece I published in the earliest days of Shades of Blue, on Claude Debussy's hypnotic Prelude to the Afternoon of a Faun.
Imagine picking up a flute for the first time. After admiring the way light dances across its glistening metallic body, you slowly raise the instrument's head joint to your face. You fill your lungs with a deep well of air and gently contort your lips into an embouchure that somehow resembles both a smile and a sob. Finally, you exhale, and a steady stream of air cuts across the flute's tone hole to manifest sound.
Debussy took direct inspiration for his Prelude from an 1876 poem, L'Aprs-midi d'un faune, by the French Symbolist writer Stphane Mallarm. Led by Charles Baudelaire, Paul Verlaine, and Mallarm, the Symbolist movement rejected Realism and standard forms of poetry, seeking instead to create with their writing new worlds that swim in subliminal emotions, explore dream-like states of subconscious being, and embrace the occult and macabre. The aesthetic goal for the Symbolists, in the words of Paul Valry, was to "unite the world around us with the inner world that haunts us."
For nine beats, we're met with a complete absence of sound that leaves us dizzy, unmoored. The woodwinds then echo their macabre chord, the harp once again shimmers, and the horn calls make way for the return of the Faun's flute, its flights of fancy now cushioned by a bed of trembling strings.
The music of Debussy's Prelude may feel pulseless and improvisatory, but those sonic special effects are made possible by the composer's exacting approach to rhythm, sonority, and orchestral color. From the playful, spinning clarinet figure that marks the beginning of the Faun's dance with the nymphs, to the heartbreaking chorus of longing and lust sung by the woodwinds, Debussy seamlessly sustains his hypnotic musical dreamscape until the music gradually decays into reverential silence. With the delicate tinkling of a pair of antique cymbals, the Faun surrenders to sleep and we return to reality.
Although Mallarm had initial reservations about Debussy setting his poem as an instrumental work, he was immediately awed by the music's power to paint his words. He lavished praise on Debussy, saying:
It's also my favorite example of the way one work of art can be expanded upon, reinterpreted, even transformed by artists of different creative disciplines. First, Mallarm's poem inspires music from Debussy that breaks away from the traditional forms, rhythms, and harmonies that had dominated European music for two centuries. Then, Debussy's radical music inspires an equally radical sea change in the ballet world, thanks to Vaslav Nijinsky and the Ballets Russes.
For his Faun, Diaghilev turned to the Ballets Russes' star dancer (and his lover at the time), Vaslav Nijinsky, who astounded audiences with a signature style that fused grace and elegance with feline feats of physical prowess. Although Nijinsky had never choreographed a ballet before, Diaghilev intimately knew the rebellious ideas his star had about modernizing ballet. Instead of relying on standard dance techniques, Nijinsky turned to ancient Greek vases and Assyrian frescoes as inspiration for his ballet, which featured long-held stylized poses, frequent pauses in the dancers' motion, and choreography that didn't directly relate to the meter of the music.
But most of all, Nijinsky unleashed a shocking eroticism in his Faun that was further accentuated by his revealing fig-leaf body stocking designed by the artist Lon Bakst, who also created the ballet's lushly pastoral stage design.
Nijinsky's Faun would go on to become an emblem of artistic, political, and sexual freedom throughout the 20th century. Rudolf Nureyev performed the ballet to great acclaim in the years following his defection from the Soviet Union in 1961. And in Queen's video for "I Want to Break Free," Freddie Mercury imagines himself as Nijinsky's Faun in the video's central fantasy sequence. Accompanied by dancers from London's Royal Ballet, Mercury dons Bakst's body stocking in an orgiastic scene of earthly delights, a pointed rebuke of the conservatism of Margaret Thatcher's deeply homophobic Britain.
More than a century after the ballet's premiere, Prelude to the Afternoon of a Faun continues to inspire and enchant as a symbol of radical freedom and an intense longing for a world of Arcadian beauty that lies well outside the reach of our conscious mind. What is the hold this marriage of poetry, music, and movement has over us? Perhaps it's because we can see ourselves reflected in Mallarm, Debussy, and Nijinsky's Faun: feral and feisty and elegant and expressive, unhurriedly navigating a hazy world, longing for communion, longing for moments of quiet ecstasy.
I watched Nureyev perform Nijinsky's choreography of "L'Aprs-midi d'un faun" a few weeks back and was surprised by how (comparatively) tame it seemed given the scandal! Maybe it's just millennial, corrupted sensibilities.
Debussy's Prelude is a work I've held close to my heart for most of my life. Not only is the music a direct portal to a place of Arcadian beauty, where nature is revered for its dazzling divinity \u2014 it also stands as an emblem of artistic, political, and sexual freedom, thanks to a trio of groundbreaking artists I adore: Vaslav Nijinsky, Rudolf Nureyev, and Freddie Mercury. Enjoy!
That sound, produced without pressing any of the flute's keys, is a C-sharp: a raspy, nebulous note that sits between the instrument's burnished lower register and its silvery soprano. In all its woolen breathiness, this C-sharp reminds us that the flute \u2014 alongside voices and drums \u2014 is one of the oldest sounds of human musical expression. For thousands of years, we've channeled these instruments to pay homage to sun and moon, profess love and sorrow, and express awe at the vast natural beauty around us.
And it's with this C-sharp, both primal and otherworldly, that Claude Debussy opens his Prelude to the Afternoon of a Faun (Pr\u00E9lude \u00E0 l'apr\u00E8s-midi d'un faune) \u2014 an orchestral fever dream that transports us to Arcadian meadows of the distant past, to an irresistible mythological world where satyrs, nymphs, and nature commune in exquisite harmony.
Debussy took direct inspiration for his Prelude from an 1876 poem, L'Apr\u00E8s-midi d'un faune, by the French Symbolist writer St\u00E9phane Mallarm\u00E9. Led by Charles Baudelaire, Paul Verlaine, and Mallarm\u00E9, the Symbolist movement rejected Realism and standard forms of poetry, seeking instead to create with their writing new worlds that swim in subliminal emotions, explore dream-like states of subconscious being, and embrace the occult and macabre. The aesthetic goal for the Symbolists, in the words of Paul Val\u00E9ry, was to \\\"unite the world around us with the inner world that haunts us.\\\"
Debussy held the same aspirations for his music, and few compositions in his spectacular body of work embody those ideals quite like his Prelude to the Afternoon of a Faun. Over its 10 minutes, the tone poem's 110 bars of music \u2014 the same number of lines as in Mallarm\u00E9's poem \u2014 connect us to an ancient time and place that, although unfamiliar to our conscious minds and perceptions of reality, is hardwired in our DNA.
As hypnotic and radical as Debussy and Mallarm\u00E9's individual works are, they set a simple scene. In a rocky meadow baking in the sweltering heat of summer, a Faun \u2014 half-man, half-goat \u2014 awakes from a midday nap. As he yawns and stretches each limb, the Faun recalls an episode earlier that morning when he encountered a group of nymphs searching for a bathing pool. His games of flirtation and seduction frighten the nymphs and cause them to flee the scene, leaving the Faun heartbroken. Rather than pursue them, he returns to his rock and surrenders to a state of blissful slumber where he realizes dreams of erotic ecstasy.
The heavy heat, the mix of drowsiness, lust, and puckish play \u2014 Debussy weaves them all into the haze of his luminous, melancholy music from the opening bar. The solo flute's mysterious C-sharp lazily unfolds into a breathtakingly beautiful melody before giving way to the orchestra's first entrance: a bewildering chord in the woodwinds, over which an ethereal harp floats up and down its strings while a pair of French horns emit a series of listless groans.
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