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Can You Learn Photography?

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

I started out my photoblog in an attempt to learn photography, through getting feedback on my work. I quickly found, though, that as with my own comments on other photoblogs, most comments tend to be complimentary, and along the lines of "good shot." This is always nice, but it is not particularly instructive. Rather than a failure of the collective imagination, this is partially due to the inevitable difficultly of articulating in words what makes a good picture. But, having taken photography seriously for a few years now, I have come to the conclusion that another reason for this lack of direct advice is that in the art there is not much to "teach," let alone to "learn." What I mean by the latter is that, with modern cameras in the digital age, much of what used to be a skill of metering, focusing, developing is now done automatically, or is pretty self-evident simply by getting to know your camera and post-processing software. On the technical side, one comes up to speed pretty fast. Further, on the creative side, most images fairly obviously compose themselves, following the golden rule of thirds much of the time, whilst any bad composition can be improved in post-processing.

That is not to suggest that photographers don't get better. I hope that I have improved, and think it's fantastic that today we have such a lively web-based community in which to interact and exchange ideas and images. But I think that my improvement lies mainly in my being able to see intuitively what will make a good photograph (take my Fountains Abbey shots, for example) rather than my ability to use my tools in any special way. I have learnt more by practice, and less by actively learning.

The point of this lengthy reflection is that my most recent post is, I think, a rare example of a photograph I have learnt to take, through reading books and through looking at other photographers' work. It is an image I could not have captured before, not just because I would not have "seen" the shot in the moving sea, but because I would not have had the technical know-how. Walking around Tynemouth lido at dusk, I realised that I could execute a technically more difficult shot. In this case, I wanted a long exposure that captured the sense of movement in the sea, but being handheld I knew I couldn't really use anything much longer than half a second if it was to look like sea, rather than a blurry mess. So I decided that by using a bit of flash, I could capture the rocks sharply but, by setting the exposure manually, could also keep the sense of dynamism in the sea. I am really pleased with the outcome, not just because of the shot as a finished product, but because I was putting into practice a technique I learned. I am not, and will never be, a naturally gifted, hence great photographer; but it is positive to realise that I can improve through time and with experience.

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Evolutionary Musicology

Friday, March 16, 2007

What connects the call of a chimp, Mozart's The Magic Flute, and early anthropological field recordings of South American tribal song? One answer, of course, is that they are all forms of communication; but, according to the lecture I attended on Monday night, they are also all items for enquiry by the developing sub-discipline of evolutionary musicology. So, in the case of the former, it is argued that music is a manifestation of communicative survival tactics in the wild. Mozart's Magic Flute, with its repeated refrains and its systematic drawing on previous works, can be seen as an example of memetics (memes being to culture what genes are to the biological body). And the tribal song demonstrates the importance of listening to audible culture in studying group behaviour, as well as simply observing it.

As with many uses of science in cultural analysis, I am never quite convinced that the science is not simply providing an elaborate gloss on what were already well-established critical modes of enquiry. For example, is it really revolutionary to suggest that Mozart drew on his antecedents in developing his later work; isn't the study of the influences in discrete packets labelled memes simply a nice terminological way of saying what we always knew intuitively?

The lecture went on to look at Wagner in relation to nineteenth century evolutionary thought, which saw him as the apogee of musical genius. Just as a human embryo goes through stages from the simple cell to the tadpole like to the mammalian to the humanoid, he was argued to have "recapitulated" the entire history of Western classical music, developing from the old something radically different and thus standing at the head of that evolving cultural tree. He was music's fittest survivor, the pinnacle of the incessantly upwards trajectory of the Western canon. As with the Mozart, I'm not sure - and neither was the lecturer - that the translation of scientific models as metaphors for a cultural condition does much more than rework existing value judgements. And, of course, in the case of Wagner and his exemplification by Nazism we see evidence of the deeper risks of asserting "scientifically" one cultural personality as unambiguously superior over others.

But whilst I was not particularly taken by the ideas in themselves, what interested me thinking about them in relation to literary studies was the fact that the idea of a "genius" still exists in musicology at all. As I commented in my post on Darwin, "Revolution or Evolution", the "great man" view of history which sees a genius as transcending the socio-economic conditions in which he or she lived is now discredited by most historians. But it seems that the idea that a man can single-handedly embody the entirety of Western music, can be elevated unambiguously to the top of its scale of achievement, still remains in music study.

Further, I was fascinated by the fact that music studies, or some branches of it, have this teleological model of music history, in which the move from plainsong to Bach to Mozart to Wagner is seen, retrospectively, as linear and upwards moving. In contrast, I am reading Harold Bloom's Anxiety of Influence at the moment, and his theory argues that literature (or poetry) works through a kind of anti-teleological drive. The new poet must strive to "swerve" from his ancestors, to break from them rather than building upon them. Thus the modern American poets are attempting to break from the Romantics; the Romantics were overawed by the influence of Milton; Milton can be traced back to the greatest poet of them all, Shakespeare. Whereas Wagner stands at the apex of music studies in the mid-nineteenth century, in the Bloomian model of literature it has been downhill all the way from Shakespeare in the sixteenth.

You don't have to agree with Bloom's argument, which relies on a slightly faddish Freudian model, to feel that this general idea of literature as a regression to origins is a fair one. All of us have heard some variant on the conversation: "Dickens was a great genius" and the deadening retort, "Yes, but he wasn't Shakespeare, was he." I suspect a similar parody might be found in art history, with the Renaissance artists the triumph against which all modern art, great though it may be, is indexed.

So what is it in music as an aesthetic and historical phenomena that has allowed this teleological, upwards trend to be brought into play, whereas in literature and the visual arts we observe the reverse? This is a broad question, and I don't have the expertise to answer it today. What I would suggest tentatively, though, is that it has something to do with the transience of musical performance, as opposed to the permanence of the Sistene chapel ceiling or of the First Folio. The latter artefacts have passed from their origins virtually unchanged; we read King Lear as Shakespeare wrote it, and as we read in a sense Shakespeare is as alive for us today as he was then. We know our classics in their physical form as being much the same as they were when they flowed off the pen or the paintbrush. In contrast, to hear Mozart's Magic Flute in a live performance is to be aware that he has passed, that this is a restaging of a work of history rather than a reliving of it; in contrast, for the nineteenth century audience to see a Wagner piece during his lifetime, was to hear something more perfectly of its moment. Wagner was the fittest survivor because, unlike Mozart, he still lived and breathed for the nineteenth-century audience. (In this frame, I would make a slightly flippant connection with cooking: we only ever talk about today's top chefs, and never about their ancestors from whom they necessarily inherited, because we cannot know them except through a different sense, through reading a recipe book rather than tasting the food. Likewise, to see a historical score of music does not provide the same immediate experience as to hear it.)

I would also suggest that music has a more limited set of structures, forms and instruments than literature. Because of this, when Wagner deploys his orchestra in a way that draws on or rejects the Beethoven symphonic method, it is clearer precisely how the tradition - call it the "memes" if you will - are being reworked in the later work. In contrast, where did this image in Coleridge's Rime of the Ancient Mariner come from:
I watched the water-snakes:
They moved in tracks of shining white
And when they reared, the elfish light
Fell off in hoary flakes.
It took John Livingston Lewes an entire chapter in his The Road to Xanadu: A Study in the Ways of the Imagination to trace some of the possible ancestry of this vision in Coleridge's reading over previous decades. Even then, the links are tenuous at best, and Coleridge's creativity still seems somehow plucked from the air, as much as dredged up from the textual mud of tradition. The meme of "hoary flakes" resists being decoded.

I expect these comparisons and contrast have not passed unnoticed (and I may revisit Daniel Barenboim's 2006 Reith Lectures to get more clues). But it is something to think about nevertheless, as I start to think about research after my PhD.

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Postgraduate Diary: The Simpsons' Take on Postgraduates

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Once again, the greatest work of American culture reveals itself highly tuned to the nuances and stereotypes of life, this time of the humble postgraduate:



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