The isolation of the individual, attempting to imagine the unimaginable and experience that which lies outside the behaviors of socially-constructed convention in search of love, compassion and impossible union, is at the center of the work of the New Expressionist dramatists. From the final plays of Beckett to the contemporary work of Rudkin, Barker, Kane and Rabey, characters wrestle with the movement of the Isolate through a community which renders them abject, and in most cases these same characters embrace their abject status in search not of joy or death, but, through these, knowledge — a knowledge acquired through bodied experience rather than abstract theorizing. Some postmodernist stances deny subjectivity; New Expressionism explores its rebirth.
The writings of Theodor Adorno consider these artists and their art as obliged to confront and uncompromisingly resist, with both form and content, the totalizing administered world. In the immediate wake of the Second World War, he completed the three books that are central to his project: Dialectic of Enlightenment (1947, with Max Horkheimer), Minima Moralia (1951), and the book from which the below reading is drawn, Philosophy of New Music (1949). In his discussion of Schoenberg’s Expressionist-period works, Adorno considers a “dialectic of loneliness” which reflects acknowledgement of the changed status of the subject in the administered collective world.
From Philosophy of New Music, translated, edited and with an introduction by Robert Hullot-Kentor, Minneapolis, MN: University of Minnesota Press, 2006:
Logically, Nietzsche affirmed aesthetic conventions and his ultima ratio was ironic play with forms whose substantiality had vanished. What refused such play was to him suspect as plebeian and protestant: Much of his polemic against Wagner was shaped by this perception. But only with Schoenberg did music accept Nietzsche’s challenge. Schoenberg’s compositions are the first in which nothing can actually be different from what it is: They are at once deposition and construction. In them there is no remainder of convention, which guarantees the freedom of play. Schoenberg’s stance is as polemical toward play as toward semblance. He turns as sharply against the musicasters of the Neue Sachlichkeit and its like-minded collective as against the romantic ornament. In epigrammatic formulation of both he has written: “Music should not decorate, it should be true,” and “art originates not in ‘can,’ but in ‘must.’” With the negation of semblance and play, music tends toward knowledge.
This knowledge, however, is founded on the expressive content of music itself. What radical music knows is the untransfigured suffering of men whose powerlessness has so increased that it no longer permits semblance and play. The instinctual conflicts — about whose sexual genesis Schoenberg leaves no doubt — have acquired a force in depositional music that prohibits it from mollifying them comfortingly. In the expression of anxiety as “forebodings,” the music of Schoenberg’s expressionist phase bears witness to this powerlessness. (36-37) …
Loneliness as Style. Toward the end, at one of its most daring moments, Erwartung contains a musical quotation that accompanies the words “thousands of people march past.” Schoenberg borrowed the phrase from an earlier tonal song whose theme and counterpoint are embedded with the greatest artistry in the freely moving vocal texture without breaching the atonality. The song, “Am Wegrand,” is one of the Acht Lieder (Eight Songs), opus 6, all of which are based on Jugendstil poetry. … They define the intersection of Jugendstil and expressionism, just as the music — in spite of its Brahmsian pianism — convulses tonality by the autonomous chromatic auxiliary tones and contrapuntal collisions. The poem reads:
Thousands of people march past,
The one for whom I long, He is not among them!
Restless glances fly past
And ask the one in haste,
Whether it is he …
But they ask and ask in vain.
No one answers:
“Here I am. Be still.”
Longing fills the realms of life,
Left empty by fulfillment,
And so I stand at the edge of the road,
While the crowd flows past,
Until — blinded by the burning sun –
My tired eyes close.
Here, then, is the formula of loneliness as a style: It is a collective loneliness, that of city dwellers who know nothing of one another. The gesture of the lonely individual finds common measure. Thus it can be quoted, for the expressionist exposes loneliness as universal. He quotes even where nothing is literally quoted: The passage “Beloved, beloved, morning is coming” does not deny the “Hark, beloved” of the second act of Tristan. Just as it does in research, the quotation presents authority. The anxiety of the lonely man, who quotes, seeks to gain a footing with the established powers. In expressionist depositions, anxiety has been emancipated from the bourgeois taboo on expression. And once emancipated, nothing prevents it from devoting itself to the stronger party. The position of the absolute monad in art is both resistance to spurious socialization and a willingness to endure even worse. (40-41)
George:
This might not have been your intent, but your Schoenberg posts have clarified for me why his music doesn’t work for me. I’m no stranger to the loneliness described above, but I found that giving in to it would only lead to death, if not literal bodily death, certainly an alcohol-fueled living death. Along the way, I might have produced works of art infused with alienation that might one day have found an audience, but I couldn’t risk going there. So, while still to some degree still living in the loneliness described above, I try to work my way around it. Staying on the strictly secular plane for now, I found that Bakhtin’s writings work for me. My favorite quote is, “To be means to communicate. Absolute death (nonbeing) is the state of being unheard, unrecognized, unremembered …” If I’m reading the discussion above correctly, Adorno appears to say that “the state of being unheard, unrecognized, unremembered,” if lonely, is more authentic and “emancipated” than any attempt to communicate, at least beyond a small audience of similarly lonely people. I could be totally off base, but that’s what I get from the above. It doesn’t work for me.
I’m afraid I’m not as familiar with Bakhtin as you are, Victor, so I can’t really speak to that comparison; and Adorno would probably want to take a closer look at that conception of a “more authentic” state to see if it holds water (he did after all write a book-long treatise on the word, especially as it relates to Heidegger and existentialism generally).
I certainly understand your position, but would want to insist that this too is a subjective response to Schoenberg’s music and this kind of aesthetic endeavor in general. It’s not alienation itself that is the end product of this endeavor, but the knowledge that accrues through exploring that isolation. This can also be a knowledge of joy and recognition, of beauties unavailable otherwise. An alcohol-fueled living death, perhaps, is one end; and one can risk only what one can risk, I suppose. But with the exception of Kane, the artists and philosophers I describe here (including Schoenberg, Beckett and Adorno) lived rather long and productive lives; the work of those who are still with us is fuelled by imagination and ambition, not alcohol. Another side to the coin, perhaps.