Tag: An Bhuatais & The Meaning of Life

  • The Mythology of Blood

    In this second article Lorcan Mac Mathuna discusses his An Bhuatais & The Meaning of Life a book and CD collection of contemplative songs and essays.

    The past is a foreign country, they do things differently there.
    L.P. Hartley

    The earliest written accounts of war portray a merciless and vicarious world where the deeds of men are steered by the caprice of malicious gods, and the deeds of warriors are frequently elevated to the plane of the gods. Indeed one of the first historical accounts of war, the battle of Megiddo 1479 BC, portrays the Pharaoh, Thutmose III, as a sort of indestructible God figure.

    The deific depiction of the ‘hero’ is similarly featured in the mythological portrayals of conflict in the Celtic epic of The Táin and the Trojan epics of the Greeks. The extraordinary feats of CúChullain and Achilles raise the archetype of war to the plane of the supernatural.

    The Greeks, under the bloodthirsty warlord, Agamemnon, despoil the plains of Troy and relish the viscera of indiscriminate slaughter. All the while the gods entwine fate and death in a mythological fabric.

    The Táin, an Irish epic set in the time of Christ, has the same archetypical representation of the supernatural personality of death and slaughter that the Trojan epic portrays, including a vain and capricious God: the Morrigan.

    The 12th Century accounts of The Battle of Clontarf (track 8) again represents the battlefield encounter with mortality as a supernatural narrative containing a mythological manifestation, or personification, of Death.

    Excerpt from Njáls saga in the Möðruvallabók (AM 132 folio 13r) circa 1350

    An intriguing metaphor of death is given in an Icelandic account of Clontarf, in Njáls saga. It describes a scene of Valkyries meeting in a cottage to weave the fate of the champions of the battle with a warp and weft of the entrails of the fallen. This is witnessed by a farmer named Dörruðr who describes the scene:

    “Men’s heads were the weights, but men’s entrails were the warp and weft, a sword was the shuttle, and the reels were arrows.”

    In the Gaelic account, ‘The Badb’ [baw -v] (the Raven of Death) hovers over the battle. Into this visceral arena, demons and spectres cram, tearing at the warriors, while The Badb decides which souls to pluck from the slaughter.

    This representation of a supernatural fate directed by the hands of capricious gods is the mythological embodiment of violence what some psychologists have termed ‘the death instinct’.

    It is the opposite of reason. It is an attempt to feed our imaginative understanding, and an attempt to give an essentialist grasp of the cruelty of nature. It stipulates that man and nature are entwined, and that man is therefore slave to unpredictable nature.

    The ‘heroic’ mode of being in these epic poems has been described conversely as role fulfilment, and as an assertion of will. The latter is encapsulated by Nietzsche as an individual existence that struggles toward the ‘Overman’. Nietzsche represented this in the extraordinary scene in Thus Spoke Zarathustra where the acrobat walks between buildings on a tightrope.

    Friedrich Nietzsche

    In, Nietzsche, and the Myth of the Hero, Nikos Kazantzakis states:

    it is the process that makes the hero – the adventurous space between his departure and his return. He stands firmly only on the towers, but what defines him as a ‘skilful’ or a ‘clumsy’ acrobat is the walk. The ‘fabulous forces’ that this Nietzschean hero must encounter are the “spirit of gravity,” the ‘nausea,’ and the figure of the ‘jester’.

    The role of the jester is essential in this heroic model.’ The acrobat, by living outside of the constraints of history; by transcending through his heroic struggle in the uncertain space between the buildings, is given a greater horizon and an insight that is not open to the watchers in the square. By assuming the heroic role he ascends to the place of the ‘Overman’. The same is true of the ‘Hero’ in the epic poems of the Táin and the Trojan Epic. It is not so much that they transcend linear history, but that they transcend an archetype that is ever present in a parallel view of history. In this view, the past, the present, the future, are simultaneous.

    In the ‘heroic’ society, death is a form of defeat but not necessarily so. The ceremonies of burial bridge between the role of the hero and the immortal afterlife; whilst a desecrated corpse is a supernatural death. Sophocles took this idea and created the tragedy of Antigone where King Creon punishes the dead Polyneices by prohibiting his burial. In doing so he is murdering the corpse of the hero. The consequence of this are societal-shattering, as were the new ideas of philosophy for the ancient Greeks.

    In the ancient Homeric world, as in the Celtic heroic world described in The Táin, the slave is symbolically dead, because the Slave cannot take the heroic course of action (this notion was carried through to the first conceptions of democracy in ancient Athens where only citizens could take part in civic life).

    In this world-view, to supplicate oneself is death in the same sense, as it is a relinquishing of the role of the warrior. There is an intriguing paradox told in The Iliad after Achilles desecrates the corpse of Hector by dragging it behind his chariot on the plains below the city wall. Priam, the king of Troy and father to Hector, supplicates himself before Achilles so that he may tend to the corpse of Hector.

    The role of Hector as a heroic character is at stake here. If he is accorded the funerary rights of the heroic, his heroism remains symbolically alive, whereas the desecration of his corpse is the death of his heroic character. We see the remnants of this psychology in honour cultures.

    Priam, Hector’s aged father, gives up his own heroic life by becoming a supplicant. Priam dies, so that Hector lives.

    Priam killed by Neoptolemus, detail of an Attic black-figure amphora, ca. 520–510 BC

    But, if we were to look at this episode through Christian eyes we would say that Priam has gained eternal life by relinquishing his public role as king, for that of grieving parent. This is a new concept of virtue, where virtuous action is not defined by role, but is universal and objective.

    In the heroic poem a virtue is a quality which enables a person to act in their well-defined social role: the warrior king, for instance. The Homeric idea of virtue can only be determined after we know the roles expected of the character. The concept of what anyone filling that role ought to do is a-priori to what is virtuous.

    In Njáls saga the Icelandic account of the Battle of Clontarf we are given another alternative on the conception of virtue and the way to act in the world.

    During the rout of the Viking host, one of their warriors, Thorstein Hallsson, stopped running and tied up his shoe-thong. An Irish warrior, Kerthjalfad, asked him why he was not running.

    “Because,” said Thorstein, “I cannot reach home tonight, for my home is out in Iceland.”

    This was seen as a very human assessment of the facts, and so Kerthjalfad spared his life.

    It’s interesting that as the modern era of reason progressed, along with the ability to control our conditions of living, the mythologising of death and the representation and acceptance of cruelty has declined. It seems that the death instinct so often remarked upon, is not an innate part of the psychology of man. The Gods in these ‘heroic’ stories are projections of deep social adaptations of their age.

    Compare this search for a mythological “will to power” with Solzhenitsyn’s search for truth and what he termed the dividing line between good and evil “that runs through every human heart”. Solzhenitsyn clarifies something revolutionary, which was earlier echoed by St. Paul in his letter to the Romans: That hell is created within the corrupted soul.

    Hell is the perversion of human nature through the unfettered feeding of the darkest of human propensities. The Russian cartoonist Danzig Baldaev dealt with his immersion in hell by recording the casual sadism he witnessed daily as a gulag camp guard.

    Image from Danzig Baldaev’s Drawings from the Gulag.

    Danzig had to deal with two terrors: The sadism of his fellow guards, which was inflamed by a malevolent system corrupted to its very core by the philosophy of Marx. And secondly; his complicity within this network of evil.

    Danzig dared not make the slightest protest against the evil in which he was immersed, because to do so would have placed him within the ranks of the victims. One way to survive was to live a demoralizing lie as Danzig did.

    Danzig fought the lie by recording his images in coded hieroglyphs that only he could understand. He redid his drawings with all their horrific realism when the danger of discovery abated after the death of Stalin.

    His drawings from the Gulags are testimony to observations made by both John Paul  Sartre and C.S. Lewis. While Sartre said that “hell is other people”, Lewis more astutely observed that  “the door of hell is locked from the inside.

    What all these have discovered is that evil is separated from good by a philosophical perversion. There is nothing irrational in going from the acceptance of nihilism to becoming a guard of the gulag. It’s the fundamental values we hold that determine the morphospace of possible social relationships and systems. Solzhenitsyn went further than Danzig in his exploration of the ethics of deception. He determined that the only way to combat untruth was to live truthfully. His greatest achievement, The Gulag Archipelago, is a monumental testimony to his realisation.

    The evolved ethical sense in the age of Gods and Heroes is different to that in the modern age of reason. What is adjudged ‘good’ in the heroic age the act of slaughter in battle for instance has no common fundamental with the modern ethic of ‘good’; where moral pre-eminence is given to an empirical view of the world. These fundamental psychosocial understandings of the correct way to behave for which we sometimes use the intangible proxy of ‘good’ shift with philosophical revolutions. This shifting of the perspective is a constant feature. It is hard to say that the perspective of the age is the definitive and final destination. The postmodern ontological view has shifted the view of ‘good’ away from empiricism and reason, and may yet have catastrophically regressive effects. One thing for sure is that we have not reached “the end of history.”

    Band Photography | Musicians | | Holst Photography Ireland

    An Bhuatais & The Meaning of Life is available through:

    Website:
    www.lorcanmacmathuna.com

    Bandcamp:
    https://lorcanmacmathuna.bandcamp.com/album/an-bhuatais-the-meaning-of-life

    Spotify:
    https://open.spotify.com/album/4ughUTW4jIawqVLiY8D5am?si=p6hJeIqsS0yr_3HgPBv2Kw

    Feature Image: William Blake

  • The Hero’s Journey

    Whitefriar Street Carmelite Church, Dublin.

    Twelve years ago I was asked to sing a selection of traditional Irish love songs in Whitefriar Street Carmelite Church in Dublin, for the launch of an anthology of Irish love poems. This collection had poems which were written over a period of 1,200 years, between 800 AD and the present era.

    Whitefriar Street of course contains relics of the even older tragic hero of many a love story, St. Valentine, who was executed for marrying young couples at a time of prohibited love. However, as I read through the love poems in the collection, the earliest ones struck me for their vivid rawness. The first poem, The Lament of Créide starts with the striking words,

    “The arrows that murder sleep
    At every hour of the cold night
    are love lamenting”

    In 8th century Gaelic these words have a sibilant, chilling cadence that invoke a dark and desperate trauma. Créide had just come on her lover Dínertach’s body on the battle field and grief menaced her mind.

    The emotions depicted create a surge in me. This was something worth expressing with music I though. It has all the essence of human feeling that great and tragic drama is made of.

    It sucked me into a renewed appreciation of early Irish mythology, and I started looking at other examples from the canon of early Irish literature, such as The Táin, for this exquisite portrayal of drama and character archetype. As a singer and a composer I found that these stories had an emotional and dramatic template that interested me.

    These were stories that lasted throughout the centuries; that contained great dramatic archetypes. They described patterns of being that seemed timeless and epic. They were crying out for melody and musical interpretation.

    In my journeys through these myths and historical perspectives I started to notice that character portrayal frequently represented archetypes within meta-narratives. Some of these archetypes could be found in similar thematic stories throughout the world. Cúchullain had his echo in Achilles, and Ferdia might be compared to the Trojan Hector.

    These archetypes manifest values of what the 17th century Italian political philosopher Giambattista Vico called The Age of Gods. Nietzche calls this the age of heroes

    I was using the modality of sean nós to interpret these stories through music, but it took me a long time to notice that perhaps I was doing so because folk music and folklore was a parable-ist way of interpreting these thematic issues and explanations of life, to the people who shared them. Traditional songs did indeed trade in the wisdom of fable and parable to enable an understanding of the world. It is a metaphorical world full of tropes and archetypes.

    I needed to look deep into the psychology of folklore and folk songs to understand why the anthology of sean nós exists. This was my reason for an enlightening return to the roots of my tradition; to try and explain how this song tradition navigates a psychological portrayal of human nature.

    Band Photography | Musicians | | Holst Photography Ireland

    The following extract is the introduction to An Bhuatais & The Meaning of Life, a book and CD collection of contemplative songs and essays. It is a hard-backed 112 page edition, based on the philosophical themes of the accompanying CD. The CD and book are complementary elements of a contemplative philosophical experience:

    A song, like a story, speaks from a time and a place. Time passes, and its voice diminishes. But sometimes a story speaks to the essence of human nature and its power lasts through time regardless of space; regardless of place.

    An Bhuatais [The Boot – the album’s title track] has a context related to a changing social dynamic between the late 18th and early 19th century in Ireland. The native Catholic population of Ireland in the 17th century were suppressed by a series of penal laws designed to disenfranchise them and leave them firmly outside the protection of public and legal institutions of state. These penal codes were defined along sectarian divides which delineated the native Irish from the coloniser.

    The native population had at least a religious institution which offered solace and sanctuary. The Catholic clergy who tended to this disenfranchised population were outlawed, and for a time had a bounty on their head. Sharing in the fate of their flock, they had spiritual and moral credibility.

    The penal code relaxed over the 18th Century and in 1795 Catholicism was officially permitted into the fold, most visibly with the establishment of the Catholic University of Maynooth.

    This is all interesting to our story because it makes the animosity of the author of An Bhuatais towards the local Priest all the more comprehensible. As opposed to the hunted priest of the recently repealed Penal period, the priest in this song clearly doesn’t suffer along with his parishioners. He doesn’t share the suffering of the songs author; he is not one of the people.  He is castigated for abandoning spirituality for profane wealth. Betrayal and hypocrisy; they are powerful themes, and they incite gut felt creativity.

    There is something basic and fundamental in the representation of the hero in the tragic mythological perspective. Friedrich Nietzsche, the harbinger of resurgent nihilism, recognised this in his analysis of the heroic archetype. This helped him form theories on the pre-eminence of the dominant will – the natural state of an amoral being – and the end of belief. While it is a helpful filter on the mythological perspective of death, it is a perspective which creates a lot more problems than it solves.

    Illusions of “the end of history” and the implication that we have no more to learn from the past are, it seems, endemic with humanity. It’s an arrogance which seems to consistently blind our species. The American playwright, Arthur Miller, enacts this folly in the character of Judge Thomas Danforth in The Crucible, where he says: “This is a sharp time, now, a precise time – we live no longer in the dusky afternoon when evil mixed itself with good and befuddled the world.”

    Danforth’s error, and burning certainty, illuminate something that has been observed by historians of civilisation throughout the ages. Ibn Khaldun and others have told us that civilisations and empires flourish and wither in cycles. Giambattista Vico, argued that the cycle of civilisations went through three stages which he called: the Age of Gods, the Age of Heroes, and the Age of Men.  Although he is ruled by superstition, Danforth’s speech is paradoxically of the “Age of Men”. His certainty that the institution of his court is the nexus of reason is an arrogance of every age. The “precise time” he talks of is his certainty in the error of past ages and the enlightenment of his own.

    Vico’s theory tells us that the age of reason is an epoch, not a culmination. That man-kind keeps cycling through the spiral of civilisational rise and fall, and that we keep refining our myths and reinventing our stories.

    Stories and songs can carry more than eternal narratives. I recall a drive on a narrow rural road, playing a recording of An Captain Ó Máille sung by Stiofán Ó Cualáin, and feeling an overwhelming sense of belonging; of returning home. O Cualáin’s unaccompanied phrasing, which emanates a familiarity with landscape, living, and language, has a close familial sense.

    His performance – though I think performance is the wrong word for something that sounded so spontaneous and lived in – is unique, and I was surprised by how much I felt I knew intimately the essence of what this voice carried. This singing has its own inscape. It’s one that is as much shaped by cultural phenotype as by the rugged landscape of Connemara.  I felt my soul could make its home there.

    An Bhuatais & The Meaning of Life is available through:

    Website:
    www.lorcanmacmathuna.com

    Bandcamp:
    https://lorcanmacmathuna.bandcamp.com/album/an-bhuatais-the-meaning-of-life

    Spotify:
    https://open.spotify.com/album/4ughUTW4jIawqVLiY8D5am?si=p6hJeIqsS0yr_3HgPBv2Kw

    Featured Image (of Connemara) by Daniele Idini.