Just go to youtube and type in Lutz bachstiftung. Listen to the cantatas, ânewâ ones being added every few weeks, az egyik gyönyörĂŒbb mint a mĂĄsik, and listen to the workshops, and the remarkably gifted Lutz, as he conducts and as he plays and sings (all voices and all instruments) and explains its metaphorical relation to the text (scripture, poems, sermons).
Ironically, even paradoxically, this is all at odds with the primitive and repugnant truths Iâm learning (or rather realizing what I already sensed) about what religions (false supernatural and superstitious cults, all) really are, from the 5 pages of nightly headway that I am making on Scholemâs 1000-page historical treatise on the âfalseâ messiah.
All messiahs are false, and all their preachings are just hermeneutics — human logomancy vainly striving to âresolveâ the blatant contradiction (âparadoxâ) between holy writ and reality with the inexhaustible resources of symbolism and symbolic interpretation.
Ironic, because thatâs also what Bach was doing, sublimely.
I have no resolution, except that music, like all experience, is just feeling â feelings that have carried humans to great âheightsâ (high compared to what?) and also propelled their descent to the basest and vilest of depths â both symbolized and incarnated in the sacrificing of the real , suffering lamb to the false, fictional deities â barbaric, willful sadism that is then shamelessly appropriated as symbolic of the âmartyrdomâ of the messiah.
Yet I seem to be savoring Bach and Lutz as the epicure savors his mutton or the mystic his supernal communionâŠ
