The Pinkness of Pudding and Artistic Progress

Thomasina's jammy rice pudding

The notion of determinism confines historical developments to antecedent causes, conditions, and laws of nature. Though dangerous as a potential excuse for “inevitable” historical horrors, determinism may apply to artistic advent. William Dray writes apropos Ernest Nagel that “the third argument against historical determinism to be considered cites ‘the production in the human scene of new ideas, novel modes of behavior, and unprecedented works of imagination and skill.’ Whatever may be true of the natural world, the constant emergence of creative novelty in the realm of culture is held to be incompatible with a belief that everything falls under laws. What those who advance this argument have in mind, Nagel assumes, is such things as Faraday’s inventing the telephone, or Mozart’s composing The Magic Flute, or Newton’s arriving at his general theory of gravitation. His response is that, although such achievements may raise prima facie difficulties for determinism, these can be resolved” (Dray 133). Here, Dray presents novelty and creativity as forces that undermine historical determinism. In the spirit of Nagel, I aim to gently resolve the “difficulties” they present by citing causally-constructed developments in art, music, and physics.
In tracing innovative processes, “Internet of Things” pioneer Kevin Ashton identifies “tool chains” of creative causation, and embeds a Martin Luther King Jr. sermon on interrelation to illustrate the term: “‘Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly… You get up in the morning and go to the bathroom and reach… for a bar of soap, and that’s given to you at the hands of a Frenchman. And then you go into the kitchen to drink your coffee in the morning, and that’s poured into your cup by a South American… Before you finish eating breakfast in the morning, you’ve depended on more than half of the world.’ Half the world and the two thousand generations that came before us. Together, they give us what computer scientists call ‘tool chains’: the processes, principles, parts, and products that let us create” (Ashton 147). Thus, as artists further their traditions, they have “two thousand [generations’]”-worth of wisdom at their disposal. The cumulative nature of creation enables art historians to evaluate a specific artist’s tool chain, snugly fitting them into an overarching, epochal chain of creative cause and effect. For example, western classical music promenades beneath Baroque, Classical, Romantic, and Contemporary umbrellas, with each period building upon the principles of the preceding; visual art demands more comprehensive classification.

Bild mit Weissem Rand

Because artworks deliver instantaneous sensation, such lengthy derivations fade from audience consideration. Yet no epigram rings more truly for artists than this: “Though this be madness, yet there is method in it” (Shakespeare 2.2.195). Indeed, inspiration seeps from the patient curation of input over long stretches of time, rather than in spurts of emotional Eurekas. For example, while Wassily Kandinsky’s abstract canvases belie inspiration’s instant implementation, a bit of investigation into his Painting with White Border affirms that “art is the mastery of making appearance deceive. Kandinsky spend five months planning every stroke of his apparently spontaneous painting and years developing the method and theory that took him to it… The process took five months. The twenty-first picture, Kandinsky’s final work, is very similar to the first” (Ashton 56), but the subsurface variances from sketch to sketch speak to the gradual, deliberate nature of artistic work, a process often mischaracterized as arbitrary or impulsive. Each brushstroke influences the next, fanning into possibility.
Music matures similarly: Nagel cites Mozart’s The Magic Flute as an impromptu instance of creative novelty. Though unprecedented in musical and philosophical depth (as a diatribe against the political takeover of Freemasonry), the opera depends upon “all the major musical styles of opera in Mozart’s day. Effortlessly Mozart combines the coloratura of opera seria in the Queen of the Night, the simple elegance of opera buffa in Pamina and Tamino, simple German song in Papageno, the spiritual and oracular declamations of Sarastro, and even throws in an old German chorale for good measure” (Seifert). Mozart arranged these formulaic operatic components extra-mellifluously; Antonio Salieri (of Amadeus and actual fame) combined equivalent devices to lesser success. The same italicized elements deliver distinct results depending on their arrangement, and therein lies the mystery that somewhat diffuses determinism. In addition to listing obscure-sounding components, program notes also offer historical contextualization that functions similarly to the chronology that opens a classic novel: to connect creative motives to certain environmental causes.

formulaic operatic components

Collingwood contributes to the chorus with a word on contextualization, incorporating his emphasis on historical re-enactment: “No historian of music deserves the name unless he has studied for himself the old music whose growth and development he is trying to describe. He must have listened to Bach and Mozart, Palestrina and Lasso, and possess personal acquaintance with the works. This means that he must have been present at the actual performances of these works either physically or in imagination, and in the latter case the imaginative power is acquainted only by actually hearing similar things performed… We may therefore boldly say that the sine qua non of writing the history of past music is to have this music re-enacted in the present” (Collingwood 441). While outlining the work of a musical historian, Collingwood insists that "imaginative power” increases in direct proportion with “hearing similar things performed.” Indeed, composers such as Mozart consumed Baroque masterworks by the likes of Palestrina and Lasso as part of their training, tuning their inner ears to better carry on the composing tradition in new epochs. Personal acquaintance with preceding monuments of one’s medium permits informed interpolation, or the insertion of new data points within the range of already-known data points. Timeless music thus lays bare its etymology.

fractal-like Hegelian dialectic

Composers closer in temporal proximity exerted more observable influences on each other. Beethoven famously idolized Mozart, and though the two never met in person, the former would quote and re-mix the latter’s ideas: “On a sketch leaf from about October 1790 Beethoven wrote down a brief C-minor passage in 6/8 meter, in two-staff piano score, and then wrote down these words, between the staves, about the little phrase: 'This entire passage has been stolen from the Mozart Symphony in C…’ Then Beethoven writes the passage again just below and a little differently, on the same sketch page, and signs it 'Beethoven himself'” (Lockwood 57). Beethoven both acknowledges Mozart and attributes the thought to himself in a burst of benign plagiarism, invoking imitation as the sincerest form of flattery. According to musicologists, the following earworms by Beethoven contain direct quotations of Mozart: Symphony No. 5, Piano Concerto No. 3, Quintet for Piano and Winds, String Quartet in A Major, Piano Sonata No. 8 (Pathetique), and four sets of variations on themes from The Magic Flute, among others (Marshall 300-301).

Bach's harmonic matrices

In the wake of this dynamic duo, Mendelssohn altered the course of western music with a monumental re-discovery: “Johann Sebastian Bach's stature as a composer of such extraordinary genius and widespread influence is so firmly established in Western culture that it is difficult to imagine that only a little over a century-and-a-half ago, his music and reputation languished in obscurity, virtually unknown to all but a few specialists. It was through Mendelssohn's recognition of Bach's genius and his efforts in making Bach's works accessible to a wider public that these works are today recognized as summits of musical expression” (Library of Congress). The majority of Bach’s manuscripts had become sandwich-wrappers at at monasteries, but Mendelssohn rescued a portion by performing them for his contemporaries to hear, spawning Romantic revival of Baroque forms. Chopin’s “piano poems” merit much ado because they match the harmonic matrices laid out by Bach, whose works Chopin practiced for two hours each day as a warm-up prior to composing. With a prophetic chromaticism that verged on jazziness, Bach also provided the sonic skeleton for other late Romantic and Contemporary compositions. Prokofiev, for example, hearkens back to Bach with his Four Pieces, Op. 32, and to Mozart with Symphony No. 1 in D Major (“Classical”), and to this day piano performance students must learn one Bach Prelude & Fugue from the Well-Tempered Klavier per week as part of a balanced musical diet.

M. C. Escher: Cycle

In renewing the ancient structures of Bach, composers practiced history as John Lewis Gaddis suggested via Henry Adams: “‘We should discover the simple under the complex; then the complex under the simple; then anew the simple under the complex; and so on without ever being able to foresee the last term’” (Gaddis 73). This continuum of ever-resolving theses and antitheses, reminiscent of the fractal-like Hegelian dialectic, supports the notion that art recombines itself infinitely. The aforementioned Painting with White Border exemplifies the dialectic coming to rest:  “Kandinsky’s journey did not begin with Sketch I, and it did not end with Painting with White Border. His first works, painted in 1904, were colorful, realistic landscapes. His last, painted in 1944, were atonal, geometric abstracts. His first and last pictures look wholly unalienable, but everything Kandinsky painted in the intervening years was a small step along the road that unites them… Even in a lifetime of art, creation is a continuum… As Karl Duncker showed, all creation, whether painting, plane, or phone, has the same foundation: gradual steps where a problem leads to a solution that leads to a problem” (Ashton 56). Cyclical movement--from simplicity to complexity, from problem to solution--characterizes the creative process. Completed paintings and symphonies come to fruition when and wherever the dialectic settles momentarily; an artist’s complete oeuvre thus accumulates throughout a lifetime.
The farther artists progress into spacetime, the more chaotic their interpretation of it becomes. Simultaneous developments in physics seek to reconcile multiple measurements of singular occurrences: an event E that appears static in one frame and surges forward in another, with neither state more true than the other. Gaddis bemoaned relativity’s historiographical implications, allowing “William H. McNeill [to describe] the process: ‘The old certainties of the Newtonian world machine… unexpectedly dissolved into an evolving, historical, and occasionally chaotic universe.’ If conceptions of time and space were themselves relative, if the observation of phenomena itself distorted phenomena, then it was difficult to see how historians or anyone else could achieve certainty… Physics offered little basis for thinking you could triangulate the future, because there was no way to be sure that you’d correctly triangulated the past” (Gaddis 77). In just a half-year, Einstein authored a paper that overturned three centuries of Newtonian perspectives, loosening the limits of natural philosophy to leave more room for possibility and also uncertainty. As even time and space “were themselves relative,” nothing could be called absolute, or provide a fulcrum about which the universe could turn. Chaos became the one certainty, and complexity the excuse for vagaries.

multiple measurements of singular occurences

Yet within relativistic chaos and complexity, causal connections exist between events: Gaddis’s traffic illustration and Arcadian Valentine's deriving a snowstorm from its constituent snowflakes represent efforts to triangulate, or make sense of, the unpredictable future and nonexistent present in light of what has already transpired. Gaddis discusses escalation: “Each driver who sees the flashing blue lights of the police or the emergency vehicles will slow down accordingly, but not at the same rate. Soon there’ll be a traffic backup extending for miles. This will result, however, not directly from the precipitating event, but rather from tens of thousands of individual decisions to hit or release the brakes, each of them made in relation to what all the other drivers are doing… Predictable and unpredictable phenomena are occurring within the same system… What’s unpredictable is the aggregate behavior of all these drivers, the macro-effect that comes from their micro-responses” (Gaddis 75). Those tens of thousands of individual decisions unfold “in relation to… other drivers” indicate an interdependency amongst the multiple causes of a larger effect. Gaddis posits that each isolated decision to brake could have been pre-determined, just as individual steps toward a completed artwork can be clarified, but also that compounding them obscures certainty. In contrast, Valentine postulates that both micro- and macro-effects may be traced to their causes, and that only intermediate phenomena evade triangulation: “The unpredictable and the predictable unfold together to make everything the way it is. It’s how nature creates itself, on every scale, the snowflake and the snowstorm… Relativity and quantum… only explained the very big and the very small. The ordinary-sized stuff which is our lives, the things people write poetry about--clouds--daffodils--waterfalls--and what happens in a cup of coffee when the cream goes in--these things are full of mystery… We’re better at predicting events at the edge of the galaxy or inside the nucleus of an atom than whether it’ll rain on auntie’s garden party three Sundays from now. We can’t even predict the next drip from a dripping tap when it gets irregular. Each drip sets up the conditions for the next, the smallest variation blows the prediction apart… The future is disorder” (Stoppard 52). Such language, blooming with metaphor, needs little explication; but to highlight that “each drip sets up the conditions for the next” affirms the dependency and impact of variables, respectively, upon their immediate predecessors and successors. Demystification occurs only in isolation, which most historical events evade. Artworks, at least, have clearly delineated boundaries and spacetime coordinates which streamline their contextualization.

Retrospection permits the identification of artistic turning-points: works that altered the formula, or re-directed the fractal, for the absorbent imaginations that followed. Gaddis writes a recipe that likens historical and scientific inquiry: “in [physics] it’s done by looking for phase transitions, those points of criticality at which stability becomes unstable: where water begins to boil or freeze, for example, or sand piles begin to slide, or fault lines begin to fracture… What we’re looking for, then, as we trace processes that led to particular structures, is the point at which these processes took a distinctive, abnormal, or unforeseen course” (Gaddis 99) At these prediction-defying "points of criticality,” art undergoes a phase transition. Such works of artistic criticality linger with us today. Explication often strips “extraordinary” of its prefix; thus, works that disguise their deterministic traits entertain and enlighten timelessly. The visionaries responsible for such artworks certainly fought through friction as they progressed, which Ashton details in an impassioned anecdote about guitarist Robert Johnson: “When [he] came to the crossroads at midnight, it was temptation that said, ‘Do not practice, do not play, do not write, do not stretch your hands across the frets until they ache, do not press your fingers into the strings until they bleed, do not play to empty chairs and chattering drunks who boo, do not perfect your music, do not train your voice, do not lie awake with your lyrics until every word sounds right, do not study the skill of every great player you hear, do not invest your every breathing, waking minute pursuing your God-given mission to create. Take it easy, mourn your wife and child, get some rest, have a drink, play some cards, hang with your friends--they do not spend all day and night messing with guitars and music.’ And Robert Johnson looked at temptation and said no. Then he took his guitar to the Mississippi Delta and for six years played music so great it changed the world, music so great we are discussing him now not because our topic is guitars or even music but because his story breathes life into the true meaning of creative commitment” (Ashton 176). Temptation rankles all who attempt to realize visions of better versions of what they hear, see, and use. Thus, persistence and ingenuity in the face of universal opposition distinguish the truly novel and creative from the foreseeable. No human can completely rationalize Beethoven’s immutability with or without hearing, for example. Artworks produced in such circumstances immortalize struggle--they are miraculous.
Tom Stoppard stirs together all related ruminations in a passage from Arcadia wherein his precocious heroine Thomasina appraises “the ordinary-sized stuff which is our lives”:
Thomasina: When you stir your rice pudding, Septimus, the spoonfuls of jam spread itself round making red trails like the picture of a meteor in my astronomical atlas. But if you stir backward, the jam will not come together again. Indeed, the pudding does not notice and continues to turn pink just as before. Do you think this is odd?
Septimus: No.
Thomasina: Well, I do. You cannot stir things apart.
Septimus: No more you can, time must always run backward, and since it will not, we must stir our way onward mixing as we go, disorder out of disorder into disorder until pink is complete, unchanging and unchangeable, and we are done with it for ever.
Time’s arrow is unidirectional, pressing forth irreverently despite human scrambling; the distance between historical event and observer only increases. Collingwood insisted that “the historian’s business is to know the past, not to know the future,” (Collingwood 309), and to prematurely ascribe effects to retrospectively-ascertained causes indicates that “something has gone wrong with [the historian’s] fundamental conception of history. Or, as… Thomasina puts it in [Tom Stoppard’s] play Arcadia: ‘You cannot stir things apart.’” (Gaddis 58). Historians may merely comment upon the divine stirring of antecedent causes and ensuing effects, extracting harmonies from “disorder out of disorder into disorder.” As Thomasina rhapsodizes about history’s entropic unfolding in terms of the pinkness of her pudding, she places her audience in the privileged present, the relativistic frame from which they may review the cumulative whole of artistic progress, positioning themselves within tradition to stir until pink is complete.

"You cannot stir things apart."

Works Cited
Ashton, Kevin. How to Fly a Horse: The Secret History of Creation, Invention, and Discovery. 2015.
Collingwood, Robin George. The Idea of History. 1976.
Dray, William Herbert. Philosophy of History. 2nd ed., 1964.
Gaddis, John Lewis. The Landscape of History. 2002.
Kandinsky, Wassily. Painting with White Border. 1913.
Lockwood, Lewis. Beethoven: The Music and the Life. 1992.
Marshall, Robert Lewis, compiler. Eighteenth-Century Keyboard Music. 2003.
Seifert, Stephen W. “The Origins, Meanings, Rituals, and Values of The Magic Flute.” Conspirazzi, www.conspirazzi.com/the-origins-meanings-rituals-and-values-of-the-magic-flute/.
Shakespeare, William. Hamlet. 1603.
Stoppard, Tom. Arcadia. 1993.

I carry your heart with me...

collage of twenty for your 20 :)

Dear Volkswagen,

Mere blog-posts and Bobbi Browns and broken macarons cannot convey my love, gratitude, and bumbliest wishes for a friend like you. My companionate beholder of beauty, in all its forms; my jolly jester, in the sorest of circumstances; the one who withstands quite vibrantly each growing pain and opens a door to hear the rain.
Even when you’re distant -- those busy stretches of infrequent snaps -- you’re there in my car, as I bob to Emy Tseng and Dario Marianelli and Logic (there’s a new one) and other aural gems you bestow; in my tiny dorm kitchen, as I reminisce about endearingly pinkish and podgy souffles (and soon salmon heads); in the darndedly-fluorescent practice room, as your piano ghost (via snapchat ghost) urges me to sit straight in those social media-seeking moments of weakness; in every Matisse and artful shopfront and golden cadence I encounter.
And when you’re there, what a blessing it is. I thank God for you.
The years sharpen both your eyeliner and thoughts, the city casts on you its iridescent and irrepressible intensity, but the vivaciousvivers remains! The perfectionist imperfects, and the imperfectionist perfects; evolving as brilliant kaleidoscope flowers bloom, each out-opening the last; ever diving for dreams and living by love.

John 15:4-6

I am the vine; you are the branches. If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing.

That's why we spent so many Sundays scrawling memory verses on card stock -- so that they would return to us as truths, as we fatten on Fruit Roll-Ups

log: the (previously) unexamined life

is still worth living(?). But there would be no record of it.

do judge me

It's been four weeks of breaking promises to my dad that I'd blog about Ireland. Thus I present a formula for a day in the life of an intern granola thief at hparc -- not too many variables.

At 07:03 (on the 24-hr system now), old friend Apple harp arpeggio interrupts some richly embroidered dream, and I lurch towards phone. To aid in transition to wakefulness, I exhaust each app under social tab of its little red circle (that's a new habit, too -- no more 41 unreads). I don't contribute to snapchat, instagram, wechat, etc., but I study them. I see you seeing my "seen at"s from the edges. 

Clang around in kitchen: take great pleasure in varying the degree to which egg yolks solidify. Eat breakfast fit for Otto von Bismarck, then erase it with Listerine. Listerine usage is a tiny, visible accomplishment worth mentioning. Wrestle with CC cream, which refuses to adhere evenly to my forehead; consequently avoid getting too close to co-workers lest they notice.

Trek to work in three sections: posh, bricky Ballsbridge to Merrion Square (noteworthy locales: Schoolhouse Hotel Bar Restaurant, Howl at the Moon: nightclub frequented by Dublin Googlers with hammered brass doors, Eurospar with trashy headline rack and free wifi) WOW I'm already bored of my voice never genuine am in awe of some profound short posts tumbled elsewhere basically all I do these days is become distracted at home at office in before the shoddy pianos cook to make up for it eat my Euros too and read Jane Eyre for vocab botox/just to report that I did I know how ridiculous I'm being I have so much but fail to repay my debts and the act of writing hurts and I'm too lazy to finish it now read between these lines what have I become

help, God

what am I becoming

(things I say to a known audience, with the intention of looking back in eight weeks with a known answer) (cue Apple harp arpeggio: still a major key)

rummaging and voof: something worth 100 points

even fb photos yellow with time

Too precious of a Prezi to stack 

on virtual Google Drive shelf. 

Proof that plumpest coconuts come 

from collaboration of two cuckoo-nuts, 

my dear Julianne and my unclear thelf...  

Permit the glorby of May 2013 to present our final project of yore, "The Stoddard Temple" (such a jurby title):

The English writer Aldous Huxley once said: “After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.” When people haven’t been able to find fitting words, they communicate their visceral struggles and triumphs in a less-thinkingly way. After all, the slide of a pitch conveys as much as a sigh; and the rise and fall of a melodic line is as opportune for insight as the texts that we read. The authors of these books spoke effectively, but Julianne and I set out authoring a new translation of these well-loved words. Song persists when words falter; to this idea we linked the human spirit, which carries on even when the containers cannot.

Each work from second semester was ripe for musical interpretation, so we constructed an essay of songs, with three bulky “body paragraphs”. In some way, each book supports our simple assumption that the human spirit will “keep on truckin’” when it encounters friction. From The Great Gatsby, we found that sacrifices kept dreams alive. The Grapes of Wrath introduced the idea of an oversoul, which is the masses melding into a great machine of their own when heated. The Things They Carried confirms that the lost live on when stories are shared. The commonality is continuation: humanity as a whole does not break or regress. Just as Ma Joad encouraged Tom, “You done good once. You can do it again” (383), mankind will never lose its capacity for goodness, perfection, honor.... making things right. American voices told these stories, because even the land of the free gave many reason to weep. How Americans have responded to sorrow and setbacks throughout history is a show of our tenacity.

It was easy to bridge glorious music and glorious stories; the lyrics of our favorite songs aligned themselves with the themes without any tweaking. Whatever emotion we drew from the text, we poured into each recording. It would have been amusing to watch us at this sort of no-connection-left-behind work. We would settle into a quiet corner with the book and punctuate the silence with “Eureka!” when struck by a similarity between the words on the page and a certain song. “Eureka!”, I declared five times to my family, as we watched Les Miserables together. We would then go about the oft-grueling process of recording (“Sorry for sneezing!”), and eventually implemented each song clip into a coherent “essay” using the online tool Prezi. Because of this project, our minds were constantly attuned to the sound waves around us, and our brains were busy close-reading the lyrics as they would a passage. English class - a quest for understanding! - gave us a set of chisels to be used on every form of expression.

Sheep we are not, you see, because we were led by our own wants. We wanted to make music, so we scoured our books for song-able substance. Normally for us, English and music existed in separate spheres: English-thinking stayed at school, and music was for the afternoons. This project became their happy union. These two “mediums” have the same intentions, so they harmonized quite well in their answering of the essential question.

What was once ineffable will hopefully be made clear as it passes through the ear.

Samuel, your free trial has come to a close

It's been one long, wonderful quarrel my bo

As you ironed your shirt for Thursday evening's graduation ceremony, you had quite a lot to report regarding my academic aimlessness. Indeed, we can't afford my confusion. But I persist in my patternless pursuits, because... Because. Read on.

You chose this quote by Ayn Rand for to accompany your senior portrait: "Every man builds his world in his own image. He has the power to choose, but no power to escape the necessity of choice." In semi-contrast, Allison Chan -- whose portrait sits directly beneath yours in the yearbook -- quoted Proverbs 19:21: "Many are the plans in the mind of a man, but it is the purpose of the Lord that will stand." Rand's point rests on self-centeredness and indomitable will, while the proverb preaches self-awareness: the image-bearer's submission and relative position to God. What's your stance?

Try both ways of living, and decide. As you have done, share your rigid ambition with me, and I will likewise dispense serendipity. In yet another year brimming with opportunity, let us "commit to the Lord whatever [we] do, and he will establish [our] plans" (Proverbs 16:3). Input, output -- how sublime a resolution of the philosophies and truths we find irreconcilable.