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This article is taken from PN Review 248, Volume 45 Number 6, July - August 2019.

A Musical Tribute to the Poet John Ashbery
Sarah Rothenberg

John Ashbery and Sarah Rothenberg

John Ashbery and Sarah Rothenberg © Charles Harbutt

The following essay was written as an introduction to a concert presented at the Menil Collection in Houston, Texas on 30 April 2019 by Da Camera chamber music and jazz, where I am artistic director. The 2018–19 season theme for Da Camera, ‘Time future/time past’ was reflected in a range of classical, contemporary, jazz and interdisciplinary programs performed by an international roster of musicians, and also refers to this season marking my twenty-fifth anniversary as artistic director.

The program on 30 April included John Zorn’s from Chimera – ‘Girls on the Run’; Erik Satie’s Trois valses distinguées d’un précieux dégoûté; Joan Tower’s ‘Holding a Daisy’ and ‘Or like Engine’ from No Longer Very Clear; and Charles Wuorinen’s Josquiniana (after Josquin des Prez) and Ashberyana; as well as archival recordings of readings and ‘A Conversation between John Ashbery and Sarah Rothenberg’.

NO PROGRAM on this Da Camera season evokes as many personal memories than tonight’s musical tribute to the great American poet John Ashbery (1927–2017). Touching on many years of friendship and going back to my earliest days at Da Camera, the phrase from T.S. Eliot that inspired our season theme, ‘time future contained in time past,’ seems particularly true as I look back on the interweaving connections and memories that lie behind the music and poetry we hear tonight.

I first met John Ashbery in upstate New York in the 1990s when I was teaching at Bard College. John and his partner David lived nearby in Hudson, and we quickly discovered that we were also neighbors in Manhattan’s Chelsea neighborhood. John was a remarkable character, absolutely original in his modest yet deep erudition, shyness coupled with bursts of outrageous humor, and his embrace of the American vernacular in all its forms. Countless dry martinis, obscure camp movie reruns with titles I no longer remember, art exhibits and poetry readings, summer birthday parties in July, and dinners cooked together in the large kitchen of his Victorian house on Court Street – these images of shared moments and past laughter come floating up decades later.

An astute art critic and voracious music listener with a taste for the forgotten and lesser known, John Ashbery’s listening habits embraced many periods and styles. Our friendship began with talk of the Russian avant-garde composers of the 1920s I had recently recorded. He preferred recordings to concerts, finding the audience a distraction, and often he turned on the ‘hi-fi’ for musical inspiration before putting pen to paper. I recently came across on my bookshelves a photocopy of a Fanfare review of the German composer Walter Braunfels, with John’s scribbled inquiry in the margins as to whether we could find a place for a Braunfels work at a future Bard Music Festival, the festival I launched with Leon Botstein in 1990 that specialised in musicological ‘rediscoveries’. (‘More on Braunfels…He also wrote a Til Eulenspiegel, which must be lounging in the same bin as Leoncavallo’s La Bohème, Hey – am I getting an idea for another Bard festival? Love, John A.’) Digging up the unknown gem, stumping me with a composer I had not heard of – merited or not – were among his pleasures.

In my first season at Da Camera, I programmed a concert entitled, ‘Ancient Greeks and Modern Americans’ to celebrate the opening of the Menil’s Cy Twombly Gallery, and invited John Ashbery to Houston to read his poem, ‘Syringa’, which had been set to music by Elliott Carter. He was eager to come. (Carter was supposed to participate in the performance, too, but a serious bout of pneumonia kept him away. We feared it was the end for the eighty-seven-year-old composer, but Carter recovered and continued to live and compose another seventeen years.) The day before the concert John, David and I made our way through the Menil Collection’s art treasures and then set off on an excursion down to Galveston to meet up with painter Rackstraw Downes and, at John’s insistence, tour the Moody Mansion, an opulently restored Victorian home.

Years later, the Works and Process series at the Guggenheim Museum in New York presented a program of new works inspired by John Ashbery’s poetry, and John suggested that I moderate the conversations with him and the guest composers. The concert opened with the world premiere of the ingenious work by John Zorn which opens our program tonight, based on Ashbery’s ‘Girls on the Run’. This dizzyingly virtuosic work for coloratura soprano and percussion captures the untranslatable virtuosity of the poet’s relation to the English language by, paradoxically, being a wordless vocalise. John was delighted with this unexpected non-verbal setting of his poem, and spontaneously announced to the audience following the performance, ‘That’s what I was trying to say.’ The composer was thrilled.

Back in 1994, as I was packing up my house in Germantown, New York, in preparation for my move to Houston, I received word that I had been granted a National Endowment for the Arts solo recitalist grant. For that occasion, I commissioned the composer Joan Tower, a close colleague on several fronts, as she had been the founding pianist of the contemporary music group, Da Capo Chamber Players, prior to my taking her place as the group’s pianist, as well as being on the faculty at Bard. (It was as a performer in Da Capo that eight months earlier I had first come to Houston, playing here at the Menil Collection on the Da Camera series.) Joan Tower had already composed a piano piece with a title from a John Ashbery poem, ‘Like Engine’, for the wonderful pianist Ursula Oppens, and I asked her to compose a companion piece for me. ‘Like a Daisy’ was the second of what ultimately became a set of four pieces, and I performed the premiere at New York’s Miller Theatre at Columbia University in 1996. In writing this, I recall that I performed the same recital program, which had as its centerpiece Fanny Mendelssohn-Hensel’s hour-long piano cycle, Das Jahr, at Bard College. John and David attended, and John wrote me afterwards how particularly moved he was by Fanny Mendelssohn’s music.

John and I also shared a love of things French and the city of Paris. One summer we met up in the quartier Saint Germain and wandered the streets together. I remember he and David were staying in one of those minuscule left bank hotels off the boulevard where the rooms require a certain amount of choreography to manoeuvre between bed, doors and drawers. John was a remarkable translator of French to English (in addition to Rimbaud, Max Jacob and others, he translated the works of his former companion French poet Pierre Martory, who was with us on one of those Paris afternoons.) I remember sitting with him at a reading by contemporary French poets in a New York art gallery where a French line of poetry had been translated into English as something like ‘let’s get out of here’. John leaned over to me and whispered, ‘shouldn’t that be ‘skedaddle?’ capturing, in a second, not just the meaning and the spirit, but an aural crunchiness that brings language to life.

And so, when I was asked to play at the 92nd Street Y memorial for John last December, I chose the music of French composer Erik Satie. The irony, wit and unsentimental melancholy of Satie, the surface playfulness but underlying seriousness, the surreal titles and private verbal jokes written in the scores, the innate privacy of Satie – remind me of John, but also make me sad. I didn’t play Satie in those days when our friendship was most active, preferring the complexities of Messiaen and others, and the subject of Satie feels like a conversation we never had. Friends are friends even in absence – we carry on conversations in our heads with friends who are distant; even forgotten friends can suddenly be spoken to in our minds when an outside stimulus brings them back. But absence and death are not the same thing; and so the imaginary conversation about Satie brings an ache of loss. John Ashbery often described himself as a surrealist, and Satie may have been the first Surrealist. The musical scores of the miniature ‘Three Distinguished Waltzes of a Jaded Dandy’ are filled with idisyncratic narrative instructions to the performer that I long to read to John; I cite here a few: above forte octaves the pianist is admonished, ‘Do not cough’ and, at the very end, we must ‘Continue, without losing consciousness’…

The Guggenheim Museum concert that I mentioned earlier, where the Zorn work was premiered, included a work by the Pulitzer Prize-winning composer Charles Wuorinen. I believe this occasion brought about the first encounter between Wuorinen and Ashbery, followed by others (and more dry martinis). After the concert, we all gathered at an Italian restaurant around the corner on Madison Avenue, and Wuorinen found a moment to tell me that he had an idea for a larger work based on Ashbery’s texts. (Wuorinen had already been down to Da Camera in my first season to conduct his work, A Winter’s Tale.) Wuorinen’s new idea developed into a major work for Da Camera, which was commissioned with support from Louisa Sarofim in honor of my tenth anniversary as artistic director: Ashberyana, for baritone, trombone, string quartet and piano. As it happened, I gave birth to twins right before the scheduled premiere of Ashberyana at the Menil Collection, so that concert was delayed by a year; but I did perform in the world premiere at the Guggenheim in New York six weeks after my children were born.

Ashberyana has had a deservedly rich life since the premiere conducted by the composer. With the Brentano Quartet we have performed the work with Maestro James Levine conducting and also recorded it for the Naxos label. The Da Camera all-Wuorinen CD entitled Ashberyana also includes the composer’s transcriptions of the French Renaissance composer Josquin des Prez (c. 1450–1521) composed for the Brentano Quartet, Josquiniana. Utterly beyond time, the rhythmic inventiveness of this early composer is a natural inspiration for the modernist Charles Wuorinen, who transposed six 3-5 voice works for string quartet, noting that ‘some of the pieces are of doubtful authenticity, but are worth including on purely musical grounds, whether Josquin wrote them or not. In particular, the last (El Grillo) is probably not by Josquin, but was too much fun to leave out.’

Ashberyana begins with a memory. Back in 1996, I stopped by John’s New York apartment one afternoon, and he brought me into the room off the kitchen where his typewriter sat facing due west, towards the Hudson River. Pointing out the window towards the horizon, at a mysterious mass of menacing dark nets, John complained that he used to catch a glimpse of the river as he worked at his desk, but now the view was completely obscured. The black, billowing structure that blocked the river was a multi-story Japanese driving range, part of the expanding Chelsea Piers sports centre, perched on the edge of Manhattan for city-dwelling golfers in need of practice. John later transformed the unfortunate obstruction into the poem, ‘Outside My Window the Japanese…’, which elegantly begins with the lines:

Outside my window the Japanese driving range
shivers in its mesh veils, skinny bride
of soon-to-be-spring, ravenous, rapturous. Why is it here?
A puzzle. And what was it doing before, then? An earlier
puzzle. I like how it wraps itself
in not-quite wind –

I was delighted when I received the score to Ashberyana in 2004 and found that Charles had serendipitously opened the set with this particular poem which commemorated, for me, a moment of surreal change in the daily life of our Manhattan neighborhood that John and I had shared.

With Ashberyana, Wuorinen brings his compositional wit and sharp intelligence to the audacious poetry of John Ashbery. Verbally and musically virtuosic, Ashberyana richly portrays the singular inventiveness that characterises each man’s creative output. Wuorinen pairs the baritone and trombone as unexpected partners in duet. The songful opening trombone solo, which forms a brief introduction, wordlessly forecasts the baritone’s first entrance. Once the singer is present, the trombone continues to perform his vocalise, sometimes functioning as the baritone’s double, joining the voice in punctuated unisons, or offering commentary. The two are intertwined in a virtuosic, interdependent game of counterpoint that is supported by the pointillistic writing for piano and strings. The solitary trombone acts as mediator between poetry and music, his haunting shadow forming the necessary bond between loquacious texts and a world without words.

It is clear from the start that Wuorinen enjoys language and revels in the sumptuousness of Ashbery’s vocabulary, which bounces effortlessly from the banalities of everyday life – including commonplace clichés and quotations from vintage television shows – to the arcane and the sublime. (For those too young to remember, ‘Maybe this will refresh your memory’ was an oft-repeated line in the iconic courtroom drama The Perry Mason Show.) Ashbery makes us notice words as though they were unknown artifacts from another planet, rather than tools that we use to simply get through the day. We recognise the bizarre disconnects and surprising juxtapositions as vaguely familiar occurrences from our own post-modern lives, when our inner thoughts collide uncomprehendingly with the world around us.

Charles Wuorinen’s music moves us into a universe that can never be simply categorised; he does not paint moods or illustrate. He is fascinated by what music can do, and this fascination pulls the listener into an unusually concentrated state of listening; one must pay attention. Herein lies a deep affinity with the poetry: John Ashbery never ceases to be amazed by language. In Ashberyana, music and poetry each retain their identity, and there is a sense of space around the words that is surprising for a setting of so many of them. But ‘set’ is exactly what Wuorinen does, as a jeweller with a gem. The poetry seems to be sculpted, raised in relief, etched in sound, but never weighted down by interpretation.

The rhythmic tension of the silences, the subtle underscoring of shifts in syntax and mood, the occasional playful mirroring of the poetic line (‘jumping up and down on tiptoe’), the musical repetition of the Proustian phrase, ‘... so far back in the mothering past.’ With ingenious precision, Wuorinen creates a dramatic musical structure to support Ashbery’s poems, building with assurance and inevitability to the powerful climax of ‘The Laughter of Dead Men’. The final two lines, ‘so fearful of the first­-person singular / and all the singular adventures it implies’, are a telling statement expressed with the casual humility typical of this poet. A less attentive reader might miss the depth of meaning, but here Wuorinen pulls out all the stops. Allowing himself the liberty of setting ‘so fearful’ three times, each with increasing intensity, he then creates a stunning melisma on the word ‘all’, until the instruments, with trombone in the lead, emerge with resounding force. The thrilling close of Ashberyana reveals Wuorinen’s mastery of musical architecture; but the success of the work is equally due to the composer’s talent as a reader of rare acuity. Music and poetry co-exist happily in this tour-de-force, and Da Camera is proud to have brought this wonderful work into existence.

This article is taken from PN Review 248, Volume 45 Number 6, July - August 2019.

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