"A
man’s throat is slit in Paris, it is called ‘murder’, but when a man’s
throat is slit in the Middle East it’s called a ‘question’." Victor
Hugo
The legendary Diamanda Galas, in her first Festival Hall concert for
two years, easily confirmed her status as one of the most creative and
iconographic musicians around with this, the first UK performance of
Defixiones (with an impeccable audience of Goths, punks, skinheads,
the dispossessed and not-so-dispossessed, left typically mesmerised).
Although markedly less approachable than La
Serpenta Canta, which I reviewed
in September 2001, Defixiones, in its intensity of language and
rawness of expression, recalls her much earlier Plague Mass, a
seminal work in both the Galas and the modern music canon. With a cerebral
directness, and an emotivity that often feels like walking barefoot
through a field of broken, needle-sharp glass, Defixiones reveals
itself to be a toweringly creative work that, despite taking its subject
matter from events that happened almost 90 years ago, has unerring contemporary
relevance.
Defixiones is in part an
attempt at catharsis and a broadening out into eternal values of redemption
and hope. Inspired by the events of the ‘minor holocaust’, more specifically
those of the Armenian, Assyrian and the Anatolian and Pontic Greek genocides
that occurred between 1914 and 1923, it is not necessarily a work that
is solely generic to that time. No Galas cycle, however intimate and
personal, is ever that straightforward. It is all too easy to make parallels
with other genocides and holocausts and her use, again, of ‘Todesfuge’,
one the starkest and most anguished of her creations - inspired by the
Auschwitz poet Paul Celan – illuminates the wider dimensions of Defixiones,
which in a sweeping arc considers persecution of religious minorities,
homosexuals, writers and other ‘undesirables’. Yet, the intolerance
which Galas so nakedly describes – especially of Imperial dominance
– exposes both ancient and contemporary hatreds as forever being universally
present; it is almost impossible not to consider, even though this piece
was premiered in Belgium in 1999, that it is a pacifist’s response to
a war that began four years later in a region torn apart by religious
turmoil and imperialist ambitions.
Defixiones follows many
of Galas’ tested modes of expression. There is the linguistic – this
work alone fuses texts from Armenian, Arabic, Greek, Spanish, French,
German and English; there is the sonic, with that four-octave range
used to astonishing effect and there is the musical with the piano taken
almost to the limits of its range, from the thunderous explosions in
the lower keys to the razor sharp injections in the uppermost ones.
But what made Defixiones more compelling than it might have been
was the use of eyewitness accounts of torture and human sacrifice relayed
through speakers, something which melded the past to the present with
catastrophic realism. Indeed, it was perhaps ‘The Eagle of Tkhuma’,
the apotheosis of the first half of this work, which most vividly exploited
both speakers and light. With Galas now writhing centre stage, calamitous
piano chords are taken up by the speakers in one long death-like march
that searingly laments on the brutality and butchery of genocide. The
maelstrom of sound, with echoes and reverberation pounding like an invading
army, are a mirror to the carrion shrieks and cries of Galas herself,
now bathed in light. The rage and terror that the voice was able to
project often felt like the vocal equivalent of having a knife slowly
ratcheted into the chest. The howls briefly suggested King Lear, the
lowest register often proving more unsettling because of the despondency
Galas was able to achieve, as if reliving the terror before us.
The first part of this work –
lasting some 45 minutes – is notable for Galas’ eschewing of sentimentality.
Less tied to the piano than she is during the second part, it is the
voice that is forced to carry the weight of her vision, the gravity
of the poems she recites given a greater prominence than is usual in
a Galas concert (where occasionally the pianism can impress more than
the voice). The suffering was indeed palpable and you end the first
half of this work feeling almost adrift, certainly more naked and vulnerable
than when you first came into it. This almost made the twenty-minute
interval a mistake since much of that wracked up anguish, so slowly
built up like a tightening coil, had largely been disseminated by the
time we returned.
And in many ways, Part II did
not quite live up to expectations. True, many of these songs relived
the despair, misery and persecution of the earlier pieces but the reinventiveness
attributed to these past works, or their place in the overall conception
of Defixiones, didn’t always seem logical, not least because
the familiar was being placed beside something radically different.
‘Birds of Death’, for example, reprised from her AIDS trilogy, Masque
of the Red Death, seemed less compelling in its middle-eastern rewrite,
and ‘Artemis’, part of the same trilogy, seemed unsettled for the same
reason. Yet, it is easy to see why they are in this cycle. Galas’ philosophical
perspective is almost to suggest that personal suffering is inseparable
from universal suffering, that one does not preclude the exclusion of
the other. Celan’s ‘Todesfuge’, whilst partly broadening the
themes of persecution beyond the literal religious genocides that begin
the cycle, also highlight much wider perspectives on persecution and
death that take in sexuality and unconformity. It might be the case
that the first part of this cycle is the universal declaration of suffering,
and part two the intimate declaration of suffering. ‘Birds of Death’,
‘Artemis’ and ‘Todesfuge’ all allude to Galas’ brother, Philip Dimitri,
who died from AIDS, and was the inspiration for Plague Mass –
and so much more of her work. The intimacy of these songs, and their
inclusion here, can be seen as Galas’ own inversion of what has preceded
it, her brother the omnipresent ghost-like conscience of her own creativity
as she is the guiding principle behind our own consciences, individual
and collective.
Yet, Defixiones is not
just a lament for the past and this is why it is such an important work
in Galas’ output. It is an unequivocal reminder, as TS Eliot wrote in
the opening poem, ‘Burnt Norton’, of his Four Quartets, that,
"Time present and time past/Are both perhaps present in time future/And
time future contained in time past." Defixiones, written
by a woman who is a song writer, poet, musician and philosopher, is
a work of not just our time. It is timeless in what it has to tell us.
And her performance of it here was ample proof that we all need to experience
the scythe of justice and righteousness slice through our conscience
to make us once again human beings capable of accepting, and delivering,
tolerance in every form.
Marc Bridle
Defixiones, Will and Testament
will be released in the UK, by Mute Records, on 24th November
2003.
Diamanda Galas’ website is at www.diamandagalas.com