Midweek pick-me-up: Great writers on the singular power of music — Woolf, Whitman, Sacks, Sontag, Vonnegut, Nietzsche, and more

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If my labor of love enriches your life in any way, please consider supporting it with a [donation]( – all these years, I have spent tens of thousands of hours, made many personal sacrifices, and invested tremendous resources in Brain Pickings, which remains free and ad-free and alive thanks to reader patronage. If you already donate: THANK YOU. [Great Writers on the Power of Music]( [musicophilia.jpg?zoom=2&w=680]( is the best means we have of digesting time,” Igor Stravinsky once [remarked]( (a remark often misattributed to W.H. Auden). “Music is the sound wave of the soul,” the wise and wonderful [Morley]( observed. Psychologists have studied [why playing music benefits your brain more than any other activity]( and [how listening to music enraptures the brain](. But, more than that, music works over the human spirit and stands as a supreme manifestation of our very humanity — something Carl Sagan knew when he sent [the Golden Record]( into the cosmos as a representation of the most universal truths of our civilization. Gathered here are uncommonly beautiful reflections on the singular power of music by some of humanity’s greatest writers, collected over years of reading — please enjoy. SUSAN SONTAG [susansontag.jpg?zoom=2&w=680]( Susan Sontag spent the majority of her adult life [reading between eight and ten hours a day]( and never fewer than four. Her intense love of literature was paralleled by a commensurate love of music. In a diary entry found in [Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947–1963]( ([public library]( — the spectacular volume that gave us young Sontag on [personal growth]( [art]( [marriage]( [the four people a great writer must be]( and her [duties for being a twenty-something]( — she writes at age 15: [2e292385-dc1c-4cfe-b95e-845f6f98c2ec.png]Music is at once the most wonderful, the most alive of all the arts — it is the most abstract, the most perfect, the most pure — and the most sensual. I listen with my body and it is my body that aches in response to the passion and pathos embodied in this music. KURT VONNEGUT [vonnegut.jpg?zoom=2&w=680]( In his final essay collection, [A Man Without a Country]( ([public library]( — the source of his abiding wisdom on [the shapes of stories]( — Kurt Vonnegut wrote that music, above all else, “made being alive almost worthwhile” for him. He synthesized the sentiment in an extra-concentrated dose of his wry irreverence: [2e292385-dc1c-4cfe-b95e-845f6f98c2ec.png]If I should ever die, God forbid, let this be my epitaph: THE ONLY PROOF HE NEEDED FOR THE EXISTENCE OF GOD WAS MUSIC EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY [ednastvincentmillay1.jpg?zoom=2&w=680]( Poet Edna St. Vincent Millay makes a similar point via counterpoint. In a beautiful 1920 letter to a friend, found in [The Letters of Edna St. Vincent Millay]( ([public library]( — which also gave us the beloved poet on [what it really means to be an anarchist]( her [touching appreciation of her mother]( and her [exquisite love letters]( — 28-year-old Millay writes: [2e292385-dc1c-4cfe-b95e-845f6f98c2ec.png]I can whistle almost the whole of the Fifth Symphony, all four movements, and with it I have solaced many a whining hour to sleep. It answers all my questions, the noble, mighty thing, it is “green pastures and still waters” to my soul. Indeed, without music I should wish to die. Even poetry, Sweet Patron Muse forgive me the words, is not what music is. I find that lately more and more my fingers itch for a piano, and I shall not spend another winter without one. Last night I played for about two hours, the first time in a year, I think, and though most everything is gone enough remains to make me realize I could get it back if I had the guts. People are so dam lazy, aren’t they? Ten years I have been forgetting all I learned so lovingly about music, and just because I am a boob. All that remains is Bach. I find that I never lose Bach. I don’t know why I have always loved him so. Except that he is so pure, so relentless and incorruptible, like a principle of geometry. FRIEDRICH NIETZSCHE [nietzsche.jpg?zoom=2&w=680]( No one has illustrated the vitalizing power of music with more marvelous morbidity than Friedrich Nietzsche. In an aphorism from his 1889 book [Twilight of the Idols, or, How to Philosophize with a Hammer]( ([public library]( he proclaims: [2e292385-dc1c-4cfe-b95e-845f6f98c2ec.png]Without music life would be a mistake. The point of this morbidity, of course, is to convey the infinitely enlivening power of music — something Nietzsche elaborated on in an autobiographical fragment quoted in Julian Young’s altogether fantastic [Friedrich Nietzsche: A Philosophical Biography]( ([public library]( [2e292385-dc1c-4cfe-b95e-845f6f98c2ec.png]God has given us music so that above all it can lead us upwards. Music unites all qualities: it can exalt us, divert us, cheer us up, or break the hardest of hearts with the softest of its melancholy tones. But its principal task is to lead our thoughts to higher things, to elevate, even to make us tremble… The musical art often speaks in sounds more penetrating than the words of poetry, and takes hold of the most hidden crevices of the heart… Song elevates our being and leads us to the good and the true. If, however, music serves only as a diversion or as a kind of vain ostentation it is sinful and harmful. ARTHUR SCHOPENHAUER [schopenhauer.jpg]( Arthur Schopenhauer was a [major influence]( on his compatriot of Nietzsche. In his [extensive inquiry into the power of music]( found in the first volume of his 1818 masterwork [The World as Will and Representation]( ([public library]( Schopenhauer writes: [2e292385-dc1c-4cfe-b95e-845f6f98c2ec.png]Music … stands quite apart from all the [other arts]. In it we do not recognize the copy, the repetition, of any Idea of the inner nature of the world. Yet it is such a great and exceedingly fine art, its effect on man’s innermost nature is so powerful, and it is so completely and profoundly understood by him in his innermost being as an entirely universal language, whose distinctness surpasses even that of the world of perception itself, that in it we certainly have to look for more than that exercitium arithmeticae occultum nescientis se numerare animi [“an unconscious exercise in arithmetic in which the mind does not know it is counting”] which Leibniz took it to be… We must attribute to music a far more serious and profound significance that refers to the innermost being of the world and of our own self. More of Schopenhauer’s ideas about music can be found [here](. VIRGINIA WOOLF [virginiawoolf.jpg?zoom=2&w=680]( In her early twenties, Virginia Woolf found a very different kind of exaltation in music. In a lengthy 1903 diary entry titled [“A Dance at Queen’s Gate”]( from [A Passionate Apprentice: The Early Journals, 1897–1909]( ([public library]( the 21-year-old writer recounts the particularly intoxicating effect of dance music (which, at the time, involved violins) during a wild night on the town: [2e292385-dc1c-4cfe-b95e-845f6f98c2ec.png]That is the quality which dance music has — no other: it stirs some barbaric instinct — lulled asleep in our sober lives — you forget centuries of civilization in a second, & yield to that strange passion which sends you madly whirling round the room — oblivious of everything save that you must keep swaying with the music — in & out, round & round — in the eddies & swirls of the violins. It is as though some swift current of water swept you along with it. It is magic music. VICTOR HUGO [victorhugo.jpg?zoom=2&w=680]( The great French Romantic poet, novelist, and dramatist Victor Hugo extolled music’s singular potency with sublime succinctness. In the preface to his 1864 study of those he considered to be “the greatest geniuses of all time,” somewhat deceptively titled [William Shakespeare]( ([public library]( he writes: [2e292385-dc1c-4cfe-b95e-845f6f98c2ec.png]Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent. ALDOUS HUXLEY [aldoushuxley.jpg]( Aldous Huxley takes a complementary perspective in a beautiful essay titled The Rest Is Silence (on which Alex Ross’s excellent [The Rest Is Noise]( is a play), found in the altogether terrific 1931 collection [Music at Night and Other Essays]( ([public library]( [2e292385-dc1c-4cfe-b95e-845f6f98c2ec.png]After silence that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music. […] When the inexpressible had to be expressed, Shakespeare laid down his pen and called for music. ANAÏS NIN [anaisnin.jpg]( Perhaps the most dedicated and prolific diarist of all time, French-Cuban writer Anaïs Nin began keeping a diary at the age of eleven and continued until her death at the age of 74, producing sixteen volumes of published journals in which she reflected on such diverse and timeless subjects as [love]( [reproductive rights]( [the elusive nature of joy]( [the meaning of life]( and [why emotional excess is essential for creativity](. In an entry from [The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5]( ([public library]( — which also gave us Nin’s sublime meditation on [embracing the unfamiliar]( — she writes: [2e292385-dc1c-4cfe-b95e-845f6f98c2ec.png]Jazz is the music of the body. The breath comes through brass. It is the body’s breath, and the strings’ wails and moans are echoes of the body’s music. It is the body’s vibrations which ripple from the fingers. And the mystery of the withheld theme, known to jazz musicians alone, is like the mystery of our secret life. We give to others only peripheral improvisations. WALT WHITMAN [waltwhitman3.jpg]( In his timeless and tremendously timely 1860s essay [Democratic Vistas]( found in the Library of America volume [Walt Whitman: Poetry and Prose]( ([public library]( Walt Whitman writes: [2e292385-dc1c-4cfe-b95e-845f6f98c2ec.png]Music, the combiner, nothing more spiritual, nothing more sensuous, a god, yet completely human, advances, prevails, holds highest place; supplying in certain wants and quarters what nothing else could supply. OLIVER SACKS [oliversacks2.jpg]( Nearly a century and a half later, Oliver Sacks captured this supreme spiritual sustenance of music in [Musicophilia: Tales of Music and the Brain]( ([public library]( which remains the most stimulating inquiry into the source of music’s power ever written. Reflecting on a particularly trying moment for the human spirit — the days following the September 11 attacks — Dr. Sacks writes: [2e292385-dc1c-4cfe-b95e-845f6f98c2ec.png]On my morning bike ride to Battery Park, I heard music as I approached the tip of Manhattan, and then saw and joined a silent crowd who sat gazing out to sea and listening to a young man playing Bach’s Chaconne in D on his violin. When the music ended and the crowd quietly dispersed, it was clear that the music had brought them some profound consolation, in a way that no words could ever have done. Music, uniquely among the arts, is both completely abstract and profoundly emotional. It has no power to represent anything particular or external, but it has a unique power to express inner states or feelings. Music can pierce the heart directly; it needs no mediation. One does not have to know anything about Dido and Aeneas to be moved by her lament for him; anyone who has ever lost someone knows what Dido is expressing. And there is, finally, a deep and mysterious paradox here, for while such music makes one experience pain and grief more intensely, it brings solace and consolation at the same time. Complement with Anthony Burgess’s account of [the magical moment he fell in love with music]( as a little boy and this wonderful vintage guide to [the seven essential skills of listening to music]( then revisit similar collections of great writers’ reflections on [New York City]( [the creative benefits of keeping a diary]( [the importance of boredom]( and [how creativity works](. [Forward to a friend]( Online]( [Like on Facebook]( donating=loving Each month, I spend hundreds of hours and thousands of dollars keeping Brain Pickings going. For a decade and a half, it has remained free and ad-free and alive thanks to patronage from readers. 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