Bluebeard; a musical fantasy by Kate Douglas Smith Wiggin
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Bluebeard, when first introduced--you remember the movement, one of somber grandeur leading upward to vague desire was alone and lonely. Certainly the first, probably the second. If his mood were that of settled despair, typical of a widower determined never to marry again no matter what the provocation, the last note of the phrase would have been projected _downward_; but, as you must have perceived, the melody terminates in a tone of something like hope. There is no assurance in it--do not misunderstand me; there is no particular lady projected in the musical text--that would have been indelicate, for we do not know at the moment precisely the date when Bluebeard hung up his last wife; but there _is_ a groping discontent. At the opening of the drama we have not been informed whether Bluebeard has ever been married at all or only a few times, but we feel that he craves companionship, and we know when we hear this "_Immer_-_wieder_-_heirathen_Motiv_" (Always About to Marry Again Motive) that he secures it. The sex created expressly to furnish companionship will go on doing so, even if it has to be hung up in the process. Look again at the second theme, the "_Immer_-_wieder_-_heirathen_Motiv_" (Always About to Marry Again Motive). Do you note a mysterious reflection of the first theme in it? Certainly; it would be evident even to a chattering opera-party of the highest social circles. But why is this, asks the sordid American business man, who goes to the music-drama absolutely unfitted in mind and body to solve its great psychological questions. Not because Wagner could not have evolved a dozen _Leit-Motive_ for every measure, but for a more exquisitely refined and subtle reason. The wife is often found to be more or less a reflection of her husband, especially in Germany, therefore an entirely new and original motive would have been out of place. It is this extraordinary insight into the human mind which brings us to the feet of the master in reverential awe; and it detracts nothing |
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