Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Sunlight on the Granite Orb

Last Saturday I shared an elevator with a fellow wearing a red-white-and-blue tie with all the stars and stripes needed to make it the sort of fashion statement out of place on any day other than the 4th of July. He also wore a flag pin on the lapel of his synthetic-fiber navy blue suit. There were also stars and stripes on the large convention badge hanging from his neck; the badge identified him as an attendee of the annual “Utah Eagle Forum” convention.

“We believe the founders of our nation had no intention of separating religion and state institutions.” -- Direct quote from the guiding principles of the Utah Eagle Forum (2017).


I was wearing a silk tweed sport coat over a dark grey T-shirt and tan slacks. I was on my way to watch Wagner performed by the Utah Symphony, and I was not wearing a lapel pin. I had cut one of my fingers rather dramatically, and while rushing to put my tan suede shoes on in the Radisson parking garage the laceration began bleeding afresh.  In the elevator I was staunching the flow of blood with a gas station receipt I had hastily retrieved from under the driver's seat of my Corolla and now had tightly wrapped around my finger. I hid my blood-soaked hand from view as I made smalltalk with the stranger. 

The Eagle forum is a national conservative group whose figurehead and founder (in 1972) was the anti-UN, anti-Feminist, anti-LGBTQ, pro-Trump, catholic, now late (She died of cancer on Labor Day in 2016), Phyllis Schlafley. The Utah branch of the Eagle forum has a woman named Gayle Ruzicka (born 1943) as its figurehead. Gayle aligns with most of Phyllis’s views, but notably did not support Donald Trump till after the GOP national convention last July.

Both Phyllis and Gayle disapprove of the HPV vaccine marketed under the name Gardasil. The reasoning, and it makes my head feel like it is sticky with mental pus for just trying to understand this, is that the threat of cervical cancer for all sexually active women should not be diminished if it helps prevent a few women from having sexual fun. I do not know if the cancer that took Phyllis's life was cervical cancer.  

“The only thing we know that will guard against sexually transmitted disease is abstinence before marriage and fidelity after marriage. We cannot keep vaccinating our children against bad behavior. We need to teach them and trust them.” – Gayle Ruzicka to the Ogden Standard Examiner in opposition to HB 358

“It's very healthy for a young girl to be deterred from promiscuity by fear of contracting a painful, incurable disease, or cervical cancer, or sterility, or the likelihood of giving birth to a dead, blind or brain-damaged baby (even ten years later when she may be happily married).” -- Phyllis Schlafly


I asked the Utah Eagle Forum fellow how he felt about the inauguration happening in less than a week, and he thought for a second before saying: “He was not my first choice”. If I had not been distracted by my leaking wound I would have asked questions about the Russian leaks that are splashed all over the news this past week.

The evening of symphony I was heading to was headlined by an arrangement of music from Wagner’s Tristan and Isolde. The mythology Wagner built his opera on was a tale of the tortured love of a Celtic princess renowned for her magical healing powers and a great warrior who served a lustful king and killed dragons. The mythology developed many twists and themes throughout the nine hundred years it has been told, but with Wagner it developed a soundtrack, and in particular a single chord: the Tristan chord.

The Tristan chord served as punctuation for the layers of free-floating melodies that begin and then fail to progress, or develop, and would probably fail to end if not for the Tristan chord. When Wagner tried to bring the Opera to stage in 1860 it was called unperformable, and, despite 77 rehearsals, he had to shelve it for five years before the time was finally right to have it debut. In my unrefined taste the result is simply beautiful, but more learned musicologists have laminated it with superlatives. Love, and sex, and romance, and strange melodies punctuated by a single jarring chord; this is the opera from which the night’s music was being teased.

“It sounds vulgar, but it really is a coitus interruptus” – Stephen Fry on the Tristan Chord


Tristan first visited Isolde to have a wound healed, and the love between the two protagonists of unequal station (a magical princess and poetic knight) grinds through tragic circumstances until the two lovers die of broken hearts in a cottage overlooking the sea; having just barely missed a final opportunity to be reunited.

I personally was hoping to get my bleeding finger to stop bleeding with a bit of pressure, and then meet someone special for coffee later. Plenty of romance without any need, or place for, a deathbed aria.

The Utah Eagle Forum is really interested in sex and magic. They talk about it a lot. Homosexual sex, LDS church teachings, premarital sex, religious morality, and, I suppose, all sorts of other types of sex that I have not really thought about much myself, and I am not all that inhibited in thinking about sex. I also think about religion and magic, as evidenced by this very blog, but the Utah eagle Forum and I have reached very different conclusions as a result of our common interests.

The Utah Eagle Forum is much more influential than their small size would justify. Pictures from the 2017 convention, and from previous conventions for that matter, show rooms with maybe a hundred people in them apparently slouching into what could be the second, or third, hour of PowerPoint presentations. The speakers are impressive, and the Utah Eagle Forum can apparently bring Mike Lee (senator UT), Jason Chaffetz (congressman UT 3rd district), Rob Bishop (congressman UT 1st district), Mia Love (Congresswoman UT 4th district) and many others in to speak at the Radisson on a perfectly good Saturday. I have seen several gatherings of over a thousand Utah voters which were lucky to get a local mayor to address them. The Utah Eagle Forum is full of people more important than regular folks.

The man with the flag tie and lapel pin was cordially greeted by another man with a similar flag tie and identical lapel pin when the elevator reached the lobby floor. My steps had a bounce as I left them to their blanched banquet and keynote speaker. Maybe I should have at least tried to insinuate myself into their meetings to find out what surprises they had in store for the upcoming legislative session, but I did not. In my defense they have already blocked me on FaceBook, and I am convinced they have some sort of security plan in place to prevent normal people from finding out what their secret plans are.

After trading my bloodied receipt for a paper towel and finding my seat for the symphony I was treated to a surprise I had unwittingly crafted for myself by not reading the entire program for the night’s performance. I was mixing what little I remembered of the Tristan and Isolde myth with what little I could stomach remembering of the Utah Eagle Forum’s activities when the lights dimmed and the first few notes danced off the stage. I recognized those notes as part of a familiar score I could not identify, but should.  It was not Wagner.

And the notes were chased by other notes until I was surrounded by a very familiar piece that I just knew. It was not till I pulled out my reading glasses at intermission that I allowed the program to remind me of its name: “Mozart’s Piano Concerto No. 27 in B-flat major, K. 595”. Not nearly as catch a name as “Tristan and Isolde!”.

The story of Mozart’s Piano Concerto No. 27 in B-flat major, K. 595 is almost as melodramatic as the myth of Tristan and Isolde since it carries the weight of being a tale of actual events shrouded in mystery, and punctuated by death. Debuted on 4 March 1791 in Jahn’s Hall in Vienna; this performance was the last time Mozart would perform on stage before he died on 5 December of that same year. It would be the last concerto he would write with the intention of performing it himself. Some people suggest that he wrote it as many as three years earlier, and kept some strange knowledge of his impending death with the hidden piece until he could hide it no longer.

Mozart’s Piano Concerto No. 27 in B-flat major, K. 595 is a work of sublime genius, and deserves a better name, like “Sunlight on the Granite Orb” or something. It should never be played before a piece like an arrangement of melodies from Wagner’s “Tristan and Isolde”, which is merely beautiful and enchanting. As Mozart’s creation unfolded I was reminded that this was something humanity was capable of. I contrasted the Utah Eagle Forum’s concept of humanity with the love forged between real people which gives color to their humanity, and the comparison was a stark as that between an interminable PowerPoint presented by an uninspiring speaker and this pattern of notes that exalted some feelings I was searching for words to describe in order to better know.

I have this feeling that, over the next few years, I will need to remind myself of what humanity is capable of. “Sunlight on the Granite Orb ” is a wonderful place to start.





2 comments:

GD said...

Thanks for that rambling bit of illumination. I needed it today.

adult onset atheist said...

You are very welcome! I love to hear it when a post resonates in some way. Especially one of my more randomized ones.