‘HEBREW MELODY IN A MINOR, OP. 33’ BY JOSEPH ACHRON. THE DEHISCENCE OF TEMPORALITIES BETWEEN “{IN}-FLESH-IZATION” AND “HOLDING[S]-STILL” PHENOMENON IN MUSICALIZED MOURNFULNESS
‘HEBREW MELODY IN A MINOR, OP. 33’ BY JOSEPH ACHRON. THE DEHISCENCE OF TEMPORALITIES BETWEEN “{IN}-FLESH-IZATION” AND “HOLDING[S]-STILL” PHENOMENON IN MUSICALIZED MOURNFULNESS

Summary/Abstract: Long times being left in a penumbra, the violinist Joseph Achron needs a revaluation from the part of phenomenological aesthetic and musicology fields. Following the basic theory of Maurice Merleau– Ponty’s flesh, and few perspectives from Edmund Husserl’s, we demonstrate that insisting on the idea of the inverted plenitude as dehiscence will take us to another level of the perception of the Beauty in ‘Hebrew Melody’, composed by Joseph Achron. The final part of the paper offers to the listener the real possibility to see Beauty’s ingrown/incarnation in the mournfulness “as-it-is” – in its dehiscential plenitude. The purpose of music must also be to bring us closer to the sufferer’s interior structures, but so that we can see the Beauty that lies in it. To achieve this, more ontic openings are needed, and this phenomenon well-characterized by the term dehiscential. ‘Hebrew Melody, Op. 33’– encompasses a whole world. In sound, pain can be exposed much more easily and much more cleansed of its negative aspects. Sonorous mournfulness is different from mournfulness-in-itself, but similar. At the level of human suffering, the two have the same ontic place. When they are filtered through artistic catharsis or artistic judgments, they receive a sublimated note that cuts the thresholds of the common world. The sounds that break the silence of the Being (in its successive openings), are the sounds that crumble the most, are those that scream so soft, so fragile, but scream. This is what we experience with ‘Hebrew Melody, Op.33’. The touching of the impossible things, the nostalgia for the lost memories, the desire to feel a piece of quietness, the sadness of not being happy, like a ship gone towards the blue horizon, the nothingness lived in a mourn – all these penumbrae of a sad soul which may have lost everything shape in us a beautiful Hebrew canvas, the necessity of a never-ending return to the Hebrew village, its synagogue, and life.

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