To Carl Gustav Jung, myths derive from "the collective unconscious", from archetypes common to all of us, which represent certain instinctive processes deep in the recesses of the psyche, below the surface of our conscious mind. Man has a compelling need to experience the touch of myth. As Jung wrote: "No-one can bear the total loss of archetype." In the century now clearing its desk to depart, this feature has been seen vividly, since the spirit of the age has seen us increasingly divorcing ourselves from certain mythical authorities, such as organized religion, the nation-state, and so on. The unconscious need for the return of myth in some form or other has led to both tragic and strange, tragi-comic phenomena. We need only recall the "Blut und Erde" myth of the 1930s, or the more recent attractions of occultism, astrology, and today's quasi-religions and UFO hysteria.
There is about the Finnish character a kind of bashful modesty and a sort of ironic avoidance of all things "pathetic", and this has led us to seek discreet forms for the realisation of our mythical rituals. One such "cover operation" has been choral singing, the popularity of which is probably only exceeded in neighbouring Estonia. Just as primitive cultures listen to or tell myths and slip into a world of tales and stories outside the frames of history, so our need to escape mentally into some other world and time is satisfied by listening to music. And the journey is even better when we are producing it, in singing.
Of course one could argue that choral singing is also very popular in England, for example. But the way I have understood it, to the English it is rather a matter of church cantatas, oratorios; the legacy of Mr Handel, in which the myth is bound tightly to the ecclesiastical tradition. It takes place in the cathedral choir-stalls. The Finnish tradition, by contrast, meets in the temple of the earth-spirits erected by the likes of Sibelius, Madetoja, Palmgren, and Kuula; a Kalevala-national milieu of forest deities, beaten cow paths, and lake landscapes. Naturally modernism has brought along with it a good deal of urban and cosmopolitan colouring, for instance in the extensive choral output of Erik Bergman but oddly enough, here again we can encounter a familiar "Lemminkäinen", or wander in "Lapponia". One other curious phenomenon in Finnish choral culture is brought by the closed "Men's House", the male voice choir, whose significance as a mythical ritual ground for the bucks of the species can only be guessed at.
WHEN a young composer encounters the Finnish world of choral music, he is immediately surrounded on all sides by myths perhaps even without noticing it, for we are after all dealing here with unconscious archetypes. In particular the formal world of the Christian church is so familiar to the composer, so traditional and taken for granted, that it has become more or less totally secularised in the process. When I was studying in Ascona with Wladimir Vogel, I composed an "Ave Maria". My agnostic teacher turned up his nose at my choice of subject. I was astonished, since I had personally taken that ritual-cum-mythical text as a lyrical but in no small measure because of the dead language involved ideologically and philosophically "neutral" element of the common European tradition. At least I was allowed to complete my Ave Maria.
Nevertheless, as a nod towards the world outlook of my teacher I next set about writing a piece for declamatory chorus, entitled Ludus Verbalis. Vogel was himself a keen user of Sprechlieder and Sprechchor techniques. This time the text was far from any recognizable tradition it was made up simply of German pronouns, delivered by turns in groups of personal, temporal, qualitative, and quantitative pronouns. On the surface, could anything be more downright neutral, and completely devoid of any mythical dimensions? All I had to work with was three relative pitches, and speech or whispering, but the entire dynamic scale and a precise rhythm. And of course a whole bagful of pronouns, with no scope for forming sentences or some conceptual syntax. But... when those small, mutually quite separate words were grouped and regrouped, and gathered length and volume, then they underwent what the biologist Stuart Kauffman, the chaos theorists, and the so-called "complexity" scholars refer to as autocatalysis. In this process, the elements in this instance my pronouns arrange themselves over and over again, until they settle into some given structure, and apparently one that they themselves have been seeking. Through that structure, gradually, it was possible to hear faintly at first but with increasing clarity a certain image, an event a kind of metaphor. The composer was not the only one who heard in the final continuum of personal pronouns in the work: "Wer? er er er...wer? - sie sie sie...", and so on in such a way that the sounds formed an accusation, a trial, perhaps an archetypal scene of submission and a mythical struggle. I'd better underline the fact that the composer had at no stage planned or "planted" some story in here. For him the work was an abstraction plain and simple. The metaphor, the image, the symbol emerged only afterwards, in performance. The myth and its ritual arrange themselves only when the story is told.
THIS was interesting, autocatalysis and morphogenesis. Slowly but surely it became an integral part of my own composer philosophy, my artistic outlook on the world. What takes place on the aesthetic level in the listener's mind depends on the cultural connection this provides the symbols and the formulae with which the music is to be interpreted on hearing it. And the same goes for the composer. So it was that in the decades that followed a number of Ur-Finnish myths were never far from the surface. The final canto of the national epic Kalevala, which begins "Marjatta matala neiti" (Marjatta, the Lowly Maiden, 1975) sets the basic Christian myth of the birth of the son of God against a typically forested Finnish background, complete with characters and its own internal logic. In place of the oxen and donkeys there is the hot breath of a horse, the stable becomes a sauna, and Herod is the malignant farmer Ruotus. The music on the other hand emerges out of the polarity of the situation; the ecclesiastical, "Gothic" archaism and devout quality is contrasted with Shamanistic monotony and spells and charms.
When I had composed an expansive Orthodox Vigilia (A Vigil commemorating St. John the Baptist, 197172), I had basically realised some kind of personal myth. For at the age of ten or so, my parents had taken me to the Orthodox monastery island of Valamo, now on the other side of the Russian border in Karelia. The exotic world of the monastery had been a shocking experience for me, simply through the very existence of such a different world I believe that it created the foundation for my later conviction of the existence of different worlds, different realities and modes of consciousness. If nothing else, that experience remained powerfully in the subconscious: the colours, rituals, icons, bells, the choirs singing, the song of the deacon, even the swishing of the monks' habits in the darkened cloisters outside the door of the guest-rooms.
AS IF IT were a ritual, that experience was repeated some fifteen years later in New York, when in the throes of homesickness and with the remembered images of Valamo flooding through my mind I composed the piano suite Ikonit (Icons, 1952). It came back again another 15 years on, during the writing of Vigilia. In other words, I did not in any conscious sense "steep myself" in contemplation of religious tracts or dogmas, or in the describing of some spiritual experience; what was being played out there were the same Valamo bells, the incantations and the rustling of cowls and habits, sounds and pictures arranging themselves into their own images with the same morphogenesis as had taken place with Ludus Verbalis.
Increasingly often when composing, ritual came to mind that I was as it were preparing a ritual act, in which the coming together of the audience, the tuning-up of the orchestra or the choir, the silence that followed the work and the applause and bows that rounded things off, all were expected, repeated expressions of the sacred act. And even more than that I was reminded of Friedrich von Schelling's declaration that the task of a "poet" was to create his own mythology, just as Dante and Shakespeare, Liszt and Wagner had created their own mythological worlds out of the behaviour and history of their contemporaries.
At that point the "Romantic" artist myth upped and offered itself to be used in almost its own natural guise. In operas particularly, as in the figure of Vincent van Gogh (Vincent, 198687) and later in the portrait of a Finnish novelist/playwright (Aleksis Kivi, 199596). But in a choral work the "personal" myth emerged a good deal earlier, in the enigmatic legendary figure of the unicorn. I encountered this beast in James Broughton's verse anthology "True and False Unicorn" when I found that small book at the age of around twenty. I carried it around in my head until in 1971 the idea took shape as a 45-minute cantata. The doings of this mythical creature were an allegory for the artist's fate, but a strange, hitherto unexplored symbol, which therefore had a "personal" quality about it.
HOWEVER, when I worked up the poems of the early Finnish modernist Edith Södergran into another large and this time a cappella cantata, I did not want to lose their tension and see it splintered into fragmented short songs. These poems that I love, written in Swedish, were of course boundless when read because the thought, the experience, the images and associations conjured up lived around each poem for an arbitrarily long period, for as long and it was often a very long time as the experience and the reflections demanded and allowed. The problem facing the composer in such a case is that the length of the composition would generally tailor the length of the experience: it can be no longer than the performance itself. I wished to build of the poems a cathedral, its own myth and mythology. So I combined poems, I overlapped them, I shortened them and repeated them (Katedralen, The Cathedral, 1983). Edith Södergran's world is to a great extent latent, secretive, as if speaking to us from a great distance, so that the meanings are not necessarily articulated clearly. It resembles the world of music.
According to Claude Lévi-Strauss, "music is language without meaning" ("La musique, c'est le language moins le sens"). But then we must understand what meaning we place on that word "meaning". Neither myths nor music can be translated into another language. Just as the scholar of mythology Eero Tarasti argues, they are closed, immanent systems and intelligible only from within. Hence that famous cry by the physicist David Ruelle: "The existence of music is a continuous intellectual scandal" in other words, music clearly bears a message, but that message is not to be conceptualized, it is not expressible in words. The difference is slimmer than it might appear, however. Words and concepts have the weakness of being able to inform of another reality, another form of consciousness, only through our everyday reality or form of consciousness, if at all. Music, on the other hand, and myth along with it, passes the message along whole, "in its original language". That this does not happen by means of rational concepts is not necessarily a weakness, in fact quite the opposite.
THE first canto of Kalevala tells of the origins of the world. There is something delightfully Finnish in the fact that out of all the myriad creation myths the Finnish version does not require the machinations of gods or men, but natural phenomena, passive nature spirits, and an animal namely a small diving duck, Bucephala clangula. It was the name of this bird in English Goldeneye and its musical resonance that persuaded me to compose this archaic text specifically as an English translation (The First Runo, for female chorus/children's choir, 1984). The opening to the song is descriptive, narrative. But when the actual act of creation takes place, the chorus divides into a seven-part field. From amongst the dense polyphonic sounded undergrowth, rapidly changing as the song proceeds, it is hard to pick out individual words, and indeed this is not the intention. It should be experienced as that primal sea in which the birth of the world we know took place, both in the minds of the ancient Finns and now according to the teachings of modern science. Over the sounded sea hovers "Goldeneye" the soprano soloist has no more text than this one word: the musical whole expresses "the meaning".
With an abrupt modulation, the land heaves up out of the sea. This needs no added push from a giant orchestra, no four-man percussion task force, no synthesizers. Music is equally capable of expressing big things in a quiet way. If you wish to surrender to the music, as if to a lover, then experience the message whole, not as a narrative description, but as the creation of the world itself.
Originally published in Finnish Music Quarterly FMQ 1/1997
Einojuhani Rautavaara has composed a large body of music for different types of chorus, alongside his several operas and seven symphonies. His new opera on the Finnish national playwright Aleksis Kivi will be premiered at the Savonlinna Opera Festival in July 1997.