Solitude and Hermits in Classical Music
Here are instances of hermits and solitude in Western classical music.
Solitude
Solitude as loneliness, melancholy, or tragedy is well established in classical music in operatic themes, symphonic adagios, and tone poems. In the modern era, Richard Strauss's Also Spake Zarathustra adapted Wagnerian romancticism to a Nietzchean hero of solitude, though towards the end of his life Nietzsche himself rejected Wagner for Bizet's Carmen.
More representative of true solitude in classical music are impressionistic and minimalist pieces by Erik Satie and Federico Mompou, fir example, Satie's famous Gymnopedies and Mompou's Musica callada, or Quiet Music (usually translated as Silent Music). Of mixed reception given the industry of mood creation for movies nowadays is "crossover classical" music by, for example, Ludovico Einaudi and Ryuichi Sakamoto, which does strike a mood of solitude in many works. But no Western minimalism will achieve the sense of solitude expressed by many Native American and Japanese classics.
Purcell
One classical work that establishes a formal relationship to solitude is that of the English composer Henry Purcell (1659-95), who presented an ideal of solitude in his vocal composition "O, Solitude," composed in 1684. The lyrics are in fact from the French poet Marc-Antoine Girard de Saint-Amant's "La Solitude" (1617) and translated by Katherine Phillips (1664).
The vocal work has been widely presented by various artists.
O solitude, my sweetest choice!
Places devoted to the night,
Remote from tumult and from noise,
How ye my restless thoughts delight!
O solitude, my sweetest choice!
O heav'ns! what content is mine
To see these trees, which have appear'd
From the nativity of time,
And which all ages have rever'd,
To look today as fresh and green
As when their beauties first were seen.
O, how agreeable a sight
These hanging mountains do appear,
Which th' unhappy would invite
To finish all their sorrows here,
When their hard fate makes them endure
Such woes as only death can cure.
O, how I solitude adore!
That element of noblest wit,
Where I have learnt Apollo's lore,
Without the pains to study it.
For thy sake I in love am grown
With what thy fancy does pursue;
But when I think upon my own,
I hate it for that reason too,
Because it needs must hinder me
From seeing and from serving thee.
O solitude, O how I solitude adore!
Hermits
The English composer Nicholas Lanier (1599-1666) composed "The Hermit Poor." One contemporary source attributes the poem to Sir Walter Raleigh, presumably reflecting the woes of a man fallen from grace. But like Purcell's work, "The Hermit Poor" is one of hundreds of Elizabethan madrigals richly expressing a variety of themes. Requited love hovers at the edges.
The vocal work has been widely presented by various artists.
Like hermit poor in pensive place obscure
I mean to spend my days of endless doubt,
To wail such woes as time cannot recure,
Where nought but love shall ever find me out.
And at my gates despair shall linger still,
To let in death when love and fortune will.
A gown of grief my body shall attire,
And broken hope shall be my strength and stay;
And late repentance, linked with long desire,
Shall be the couch whereon my limbs I'll lay.
And at my gates despair shall linger still,
To let in death when love and fortune will.
My food shall be of care and sorrow made;
My drink nought else but tears fallen from mine eyes;
And for my light, in such obscured shade,
The flames may serve which from my heart arise.
And at my gates despair shall linger still,
To let in death when love and fortune will.
German expressionist composer Paul Hindemith (1895-1963) addressed the struggles of the creative personality in an oppressive society with his 1934 opera Matthias the Painter (Mathis der Maler). A shorter symphony employs the same themes.
The historical painter Matthias Grunewald (1470-1528) lived in the midst of the Protestant Reformation in Germany amidst burning religious questions and struggles for ecclesiastical and state power.
Hindemith lived in 1930's Germany, and presented in Matthias the twin dilemmas of the solitary artist and the solitary hermit, both dedicated to their solitary "art."
Should the artist in an oppressive society prefer his solitary creativity or should the artist remain active in society in a public way rather than selfishly pursue a personal vocation?
Part of the opera presents Matthias as St. Antony of the Desert -- who is in fact depicted in Grunewald's own Isenheim Altarpiece (right) -- facing enormous temptations for the sake of his "art," alone and against the oppressive world he inhabits, full of demonic forces. Thus the historical Grunwald aptly reflects both the 16th century and the 20th century concerns of Hindemith.
American composer Samuel Barber (1910-1981) based his ten Hermit Songs on medieval Irish poems and fragments translated by 20th century writers such as W. H. Auden. The 1953 work is for piano and soprano voice. A New York Times critic describes the Hermit Songs: "plaintive messages arrive from the past: about loneliness, lust, religious ardor and the joys of solitude."
The most representative recording features Barber playing piano and Leontyne Price singing. Cherly Studer is also well received among later performers.
At Saint Patrick's Purgatory
Church Bell at Night
St. Ita's Vision
The Heavenly Banquet
The Crucifixion
Sea-Snatch
Promiscuity
The Monk and His Cat
The Praises of God
The Desire for Hermitage
The eremitical sentiment of the songs can be deduced from a sample of the poems. For example, "Church Bell at Night" sates simply that the hermit would rather respond to the summons of a church bell than to be with a woman, and the little fragment titled "Promescuity" says: I do not know with whom Edan will sleep, but I do know that fair Edan will not sleep alone."
"The Monk and His Cat," translated by W. H. Auden, exudes the atmosphere of an Irish hermit's cell (the cat's name is from the original old Irish):
Pangur, white Pangur, How happy we are
Alone together, scholar and cat.
Each has his own work to do daily;
For you it is hunting, for me study.
Your shining eye watches the wall;
My feeble eye is fixed on a book.
You rejoice, when your claws entrap a mouse;
I rejoice when my mind fathoms a problem.
Pleased with his own art, neither hinders the other;
Thus we live ever without tedium and envy.
And the last of the poems/songs is "The Desire for Hermitage":
Ah! To be all alone in a little cell with nobody near me;
beloved that pilgrimage before the last pilgrimage to Death.
Singing the passing hours to cloudy Heaven;
feeding upon dry bread and water from the cold spring.
That will be an end to evil when I am alone in a lovely little corner among tombs
far from the houses of the great.
Ah! To be all alone in a little cell,
To be alone, all alone,
Alone I came into the world,
Alone I shall go from it.
HERMITS IN MODERN POPULAR MUSIC: AUDIO & LYRICS
Cab Calloway: "Old Man of the Mountain," 1933
LYRICS:
With his long white beard and his crooked step /
He tramps along while the folks all laugh /
With a twinkle in his eye he passes them by /
The old man of the mountain.
He wears long hair but his feet are bare /
They say he's mad as an old march hare /
His cares are none and he owes no one /
The old man of the mountain.
He talks with the birds when he's lonely /
Sleeps with the stars for a tent /
While the bees spread a feast when he's hungry /
And God charges no rent.
He'll live as long as an old oak tree /
And laugh at fools like you and me /
I often sigh and wish that I were /
The old man of the mountain.
Beach Boys: "In My Room," 1963
LYRICS: There's a world where I can go and tell my secrets to. In my room / in my room.
In this world I lock out all my worries and my fears. In my room / In my room.
Do my dreaming and my scheming, lie awake and pray.
Do my crying and my sighing, laugh at yesterday.
Now it's dark and I'm alone but I won't be afraid.
In my room /In my room.
Paul Simon: "I Am A Rock," 1965.
LYRICS:
A winter's day /
In a deep and dark December /
I am alone / Gazing from my window to the streets below /
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock. I am an island.
I've built walls /
A fortress deep and mighty /
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship. Friendship causes pain. /
It's laughter and it's loving I disdain.
I am a rock. I am an island.
Don't talk of love. Well I've heard the word before.
It's sleeping in my memory.
I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried. /
I am a rock I am an island.
I have my books,
And my poetry to protect me.
I am shielded in my armor.
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb,
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock I am an island.
And a rock feels no pain.
And an island never cries.
Steve Hackett: "The Hermit," 1975.
LYRICS:
The mantle of attainment /
Weighs heavy on his shoulders. /
Guided by a lantern
Flickering, he grows older /
A refuge found in exile /
He shuffles on in blindness. /
You'll take his hand, he'll lose himself,
Bewildered by your kindness. /
Enshrouded by darkness,
A figure slowly forms,
Through many years of banishment. /
No shelter from the storm
To find this slave of solitude.
You'll know him by his star.
Then take his hand, he'll lose himself,
Knowing who you are.
John Renbourn: "The Hermit," 1976
Art Bears: "The Hermit," 1978
LYRICS:
The hermit sits / Before the fire / And toasts a fish / Upon a fork.
His hand is raised / To sleet and sun / His shoes doffed to / Oblivion.
Time passes by: / A snowflake in / A summer sky.
The Wilderness of Manitoba: "The Hermit," 2010
LYRICS:
When you left the fire / burn down your house,
Nobody knew you, / knew the lines 'round your mouth.
Maybe I'm dumb for asking; / I live out in the woods.
Will you ever know me, /the way I think you should?
Stuck on this woman. / I think that I can /
come out of this hermit / a dependable man.
'Cause when you live like I do, / it's never too soon
to break through the shadows / and out of this room.