Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Final Version of Simon and Garfunkel/ Jeremiad Paper

Hi- This is the semi-final version of a paper that I'll be presenting at the AFEA conference in Angers this Friday. Super nervous, but excited too. I would love some comments :)


I've just played a bit of Simon and Garfunkels “ The Sound of Silence” for you. I, personally, enjoy the song very much; beyond my enjoyment however, the song is interesting in several regards, as a testament of alienation, as an example of reactions to the tumult of the sixties, as a comment on technology's effects on society, and so on . Today, I'd like to talk about the Bible and prophets, of the idea and function of the prophet within the song using as an interpretive lens the concept of the American Jeremiad as articulated by Sacvan Bercovitch in his 1978 study, The American Jeremiad. "The Sound of Silence" (sometimes called "Sounds of Silence") was written by Paul Simon in February 1964 shortly after the assassination of President Kennedy. The first version, heard on Simon & Garfunkel's 1964 debut album, Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M.- who's cover touted the album as “exciting new sounds in the folk tradition” was indeed that- a quiet, mournful folk song. It was nothing dynamic or earth-shaking, muscially at least, and the album itself was somewhat of a flop, rising to spot 30 in the U.S. after whichSimon and Garfunkel split up for the time being. The song wouldn't find its place in the canon of American music until record producer Tom Wilson decided to re-release "The Sound of Silence" that same year with overdubbed drums , electric bass and electric guitar . This version of the song reached Number One on New Year's Day 1966, Simon and Garfunkel reunited, released another album entitled “Sounds of Silence” ( with the electric version of the song) and went on to become of the most popular duo that they are. I'll discuss a bit more about the song's historical placement later, but right now I'd like to more on to a closer analysis of the text itself.
I’m deeply interested in Biblical elements within the lyrical structure of the song, as well as the impact and importance of mid-1960s American culture, in particular the youth culture’s response to the assassination of John F. Kennedy. Expanding the idea of the Jeremiad from its origins in Puritan and Colonial Studies into the arena of post-WWII culture and popular music, I assert that the song can be understood as a complicated sort of Jeremiad that replaces ideas of religious deviation with those of individual alienation and social tension, addressing both ailments but ultimately offering little in the way of a solution to either. Keeping in step with the form of the Jeremiad, “The Sound of Silence” is “able to make sense out of existence as long as adversity is to be overcome, but in the moment of victory it is confused” (Miller 33). Teeming with keen and poetic expressions of both social and personal alienation, with isolation and a thwarted, but fighting, hope for eventual renewal—indeed with the “lurid and gloomy eloquence” that characterizes so much of Biblical prophecy—the song exhibits a feeling of crisis created by the distance between possibility and reality. The anxiety of this distance expresses itself in the exhorting lyrics, which, when juxtaposed against hymn-like musical components, serve to further this anxious dissonance.
What exactly is a Jeremiad? In short form, it is a work that accounts for the misfortunes of an era as just penalty for great social and moral evils, but holds out hope for changes that will bring about a happier future.It is rooted in the Old Testament books of Isaiah and Jeremiah, taking its name from the latter prophet, who in the seventh century B.C. attributed the calamities of Israel to its abandonment of the Jewish God and its turn to pagan idolatry, calling on the people to repent and reform so that they might once again enjoy divine blessings. Although European forms exist, in America, the Jeremiah gained its foothold in colonial Puritan discourse, specifically between the years of 1660 and 1690, and was best articulated by preachers such as Samuel Danforth and Increase Mathers who stressed the need for a return to a stringent individual and social morality if the settlers were to maintain the favor and blessings of God. In current scholarship, the term has been expanded to include not only sermons, but other texts, such as captivity narratives, letters, covenant renewals, as well as some histories and biographies that rehearse the familiar tropes of the Jeremiad formula. I argue that musical expression, particularly “The Sound of Silence,” can also situate itself among these texts.
     The Jeremiad, as understood by Bercovitch, “is at once lament and indictment of the community’s sins and exhortation to return to the true faith.” It also “exhorts to action and cautions against headlong zeal.” Although anxiety is a key feature in such a text, by the end there is always the hope that, if the community does indeed reform and return, peace, prosperity, and salvation are assured, and that there exists in the present day “a spirit, now slumbering be able to be awakened.” This exhortation comes from a person, set apart from the rest of the community, who serves as an intermediary between a divine authoritative message source and the intended audience” (Stoda and Dionisopoulos 31).
Within “The Sound of Silence,” it is easy enough to see the narrator as this intermediary and the divine message source in the first few lines as a “softly creeping” nighttime vision that visits the anxious speaker with familiarity, as his “old friend.” One is reminded of the story of Pentecost in the book of Acts, of the “last days” where God pours out his spirit on all flesh, where sons and daughters prophesy and young men see visions and old men dream dreams (Acts 2:16-17). Following these dreams and visions, however, there comes a crisis, according to the Bible, of a magnitude never yet experienced on Earth, where the sun is turned to darkness, the moon to blood and only those that call on the name of the Lord will be saved. This is the Jeremiad in short form: Crisis abounds and yet hope exists, salvation is possible but never promised. Its very function is to “create a climate of anxiety that helps release the restless ‘progressivist’ energies required for the success of the venture…anxiety is its end as well as its means. Crisis is the social norm it seeks to inculcate” and in this state of crisis the hope for better prospects.
The future, though divinely assured, is never quite there yet. And so we see it play out the same way in the song, lyrically as well as musically, as voices rise in volume and intensity, most notably, on lines such “hear my words that I might teach you, take my arms that I might reach you” before falling again on “ but my words like silent raindrops fell and echoed in the wells of silence” . Paul Simon said in a 1984 Playboy interview that the song, although dated, can “be quite effective” as “it caught the mood of the time: alienation.” This alienation manifests itself in very strong words as the crowd are addressed as “fools” . One is quickly reminded of the words of Jesus in Matthew 5:22: “But I tell you that anyone who is angry with a brother or sister will be subject to judgment. Again, anyone who says to a brother or sister, 'Raca,' is answerable to the court. And anyone who says, 'You fool!' will be in danger of the fire of hell”. In light of a biblical lens, the mixture of anxiety and alienation has put the speaker in quite the serious position.For all of his attempts at connection, his displays of concern, for all of his outpouring of words, some very strong indeed, despite even his physical attempts to reach those around him, he never quite succeeds. His anxiety remains his own, the “I” of the speaker and the “you” of the people never merging into a “we.” His words fall like silent raindrops, numberless, anonymous and soon washed away, and he remains alone both physically and in his divine awareness of the gravity of the situation. His arms remain empty and his words fall on deaf ears. Those who have ears to hear have indeed not heard at all. The seeds he has tried to plant have not taken root. They have been eaten by birds, fallen amongst rocks and thorns, scorched and withered, not by the sun, but by the “naked light” of silence. Nothing has taken root (Mark 4: 1-12) because the audience the speaker is reaching to is as much the same one described by Isaiah 6: 9-10: “they may be ever seeing but never perceiving, and ever hearing but never understand; otherwise they might turn and be forgiven.” These are people who are “talking without speaking, people hearing without listening, people writing songs” that are divorced from a physical existence, that “voices never sing.” The crop that the speaker is trying to plant among them produces no fruit. Perhaps this is understood by the last stanza where there are no longer any “I”’s there, “I” referring to the speaker. The prophet seems to have abandoned his quest and disappeared altogether; and yet, there remains hope as his words are softly whispered, both on the page and in the recording of the song, among the silence. This whispering implies a physical closeness, breath moving on an attentive ear as a hidden message is passed carefully along.
Has the prophet succeeded? No, or at least not for sure. But in the tradition of the Jeremiad, they seldom do, preferring instead to remain suspended in between the anxiety of how life is at the present and the hope that it might someday be transformed. Success consists more in maintaining an atmosphere of crisis within which there remains the possibility for reform and renewal, be it spiritual or—as in post-18th century Jeremiads—social in nature, in which “‘providence’ itself was shaken loose from its religious framework to become part of the belief in human progress a regional past substituted for a Biblical past, and fulfillment translated from its meaning within the closed system of sacred history into a metaphor for limitless secular improvements.” At the foundation of such exhortations and desires for social renewal is a “vision fed on the distance between promise and fact.”
This distance between promise and fact, between possibility and reality that propels the creation of the Jeremiad is highlighted by the knowledge that “The Sound of Silence” was first recorded on March 10th, 1964 and the lyrics only completed after the assassination of President John F. Kennedy. While the counterculture itself had not yet blossomed, the youthfulness of the president and the hope that he seemed to embody, especially among young people, did constitute a community. Avenues for social and worldwide service such as the Peace Corps and the possibility of progress on social issues like civil rights ( leaving out the actual intentions or reality behind them) contributed to an atmosphere of hope and change that were indeed shattered by Kennedy's assassination, leaving a nation looking for answers, for whys, and at least, according to Paul Simon, not finding them. “Sounds of Silence” is not simply a song about this assassination, but it would be ill considered to not mention its effect on the writing of the song. One must attribute for the song's continued popularity however. It has been used in numerous films, spanning quite a large number of years, from The Graduate ( of course) in 1967 to 2009's The Watchman . In 1999, Broadcast Music Incorporated ranked it as the 18th most performed song of the 20th century. In 2013, the group's 1966 album “Sounds of Silence” was among 25 recordings from the 20th century selected for preservation in the National Recording Registry at the Library of Congress. While its historical setting is no doubt important, beyond the specific historical setting of 1964 it contains other significant and still-felt emotions: the alienation of the individual, especially in times of crisis, the distance between men, between promise and possibility and the faint hope that still exists beneath all this separateness if such silence can be overcome.

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

The Sound of Silence as an American Jeremiad

A rough draft of a paper I'm working on. Feel free to leave comments or suggestions.  :)




This paper addresses the role of the prophet within Simon and Garfunkel’s “Sound of Silence” using the lens of the American Jeremiad as articulated by Sacvan Bercovitch in 1978’s The American Jeremiad in which he traces the evolution of the jeremiad from the early 18th century to the early 20th century. Also of interest are biblical elements within the song as well as the impact of mid-1960s culture, particularly youth culture after the assassination of John F. Kennedy. Continuing Bercovitch’s train of thought into the arena of post-WWII culture and popular music, I assert that the song can be understood as a complicated sort of Jeremiad that addresses both individual alienation and social tension without offering much in the way of a solution to either ailment. Teeming with keen and poetic expressions of alienation both social and personal,isolation and a thwarted hope for eventual renewal, the song exhibits a feeling of crisis created by the distance between possibility and reality. Hymn-like musical components juxtaposed against exhortive lyrics further this dissonance.
From a cultural standpoint, it is particularly interesting that this musical expression of alienation was created in a time very much characterized by movements built along different social and racial lines certainly, but nonetheless dependent on a sense of shared values and enacted on a scale much larger than that of the individual.
The jeremiad as understood by Bercovitch «takes its cue from the biblical prophet Jeremiah and the particular form of Puritan sermon and is at once lament and indictment of the community’s sins and exhortation to return to the true faith.» At the end, there is always the hope that, if the community does indeed reform and return, peace, prosperity and salvation are assured. This exhortation comes from a person, set apart from the rest of the community, who serves as an “intermediary between a divine authoritative message source and the intended audience” ( Stoda and Dionisopoulos 31). This divine message source occurs in Simon and Garfunkel’s song as a “softly creeping” nighttime vision that visits the anxious speaker with familiarity, that is his “old friend”. One is reminded of story of Pentecost in the book of Acts, of the “last days” where God pours out his spirit on all flesh, where sons and daughters prophesy and young men see visions and old men dream dreams ( Acts 2:16-17). What cannot be overlooked is that following these dreams and visions there comes a crisis, according to the Bible, of a magnitude never yet experienced on Earth, where the sun is turned to darkness, the moon to blood and only those that call on the name of the Lord will be saved. This is the Jeremiad in short form: Crisis abounds and yet hope exists, salvation is possible but never promised. Its very function is to “create a climate of anxiety that helps release the restless 'progressivist' energies required for the success of the venture.... anxiety is its end as well as its means. Crisis was the social norm it sought to inculcate” and in this state of crisis the hope for better prospects. The future, though divinely assured, is never quite there yet. And so we see it play out the same way in the song. Paul Simon has said that the song, although dated, can “be quite effective” as “ it caught the mood of the time: alienation”. The speaker, for all of his attempts, for all of his outpouring of words, despite even his physical attempts to reach those around him, never quite succeeds. His anxiety remains his own, the “I” of the speaker and the “you” of the people never merging into a “we”.   His words fall like silent raindrops, numberless, anonymous and soon washed away, and he remains alone both physically and in his divine awareness of the gravity of the situation. His arms remain empty and his words fall on deaf ears.  Indeed, by the last stanza, there is not even any more “I” there. The prophet seems to have abandoned his quest and disappeared altogether; and yet, there remains hope as his words are softly whispered, both on the page and in the recording of the song, among the silence. This whispering implies a physical closeness, breath moving on an attentive ear as a hidden message is passed carefully along. 
Has the prophet succeeded? No, but in the tradition of the Jeremiad, they seldom do. Success consists more in maintaining an atmosphere of crisis within which there remains the possibility for reform and renewal, be it spiritual or- as in post 18th century Jeremiads- social in nature in which “ 'providence' itself was shaken loose from its religious framework to become part of the belief in human progress a regional past substituted for a biblical past,  and fulfillment translated from its meaning within the closed system of sacred history into a metaphor for limitless secular improvement”.  At the foundation of  such exhortations and desires for social renewal is a “vision fed on the distance between promise and fact”. This distance between promise and fact, between possibility and reality that propels the creation of Jeremiads is highlighted by the knowledge that The Sound of Silence was first recorded on March 10th, 1964 and the lyrics only completed after the assassination of President John F. Kennedy. While the counterculture itself had not yet blossomed the youthfulness of the president and the hope that he seemed to embody, especially among young people, did constitute a community. Promises and the possibility of progress on social issues like civil rights ( leaving out the actual intentions or reality behind them) were indeed shattered by the event, leaving a nation looking for answers, for whys, and at least, according to Paul Simon, not finding them. Sounds of Silence contains all of this: the alienation of the individual, the distance between men, between promise and possibility and the faint hope that still existed beneath all this separateness if such silence could be overcome. 

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

French Doldrums

It's springtime here. The flowers just came up one night out of nowhere it seems. Red poppies that will die within a few hours of being plucked up, yellow daffodils that remind me of the ones that used to grow at Nonnie's and Poppy's house, little purple ones that Alan put in my hair one day when we were walking and got lost in the woods near the house. Its beautiful, really. Skies more perfect and blue than I've ever seen before, fixed clouds in the back, floating in the front, over seas of green farm fields and yellow flowers and church steeples in little villages so much like a storybook its crazy, I know there's a boulangerie on the corner there and on Sunday the people will line up at  the best one and wait for their baguettes and go home to lazy family dinners with plenty of time and more than enough wine. So why do I just not feel quite right, admist all this beauty? Part of it is my natural predilection towards laziness. Sleeping in the last two mornings, I did set an alarm last night but the alarms in this house have a way of never going off, no matter how many of them you set. I need to work more on my thesis, but for what? Graduate school here stinks compared to Austin. I'm not intrigued, not motivated and it won't matter anyways because no U.S. college will accept this degree, and for good reason. Part of me is bored. How many times can you mop up dog piss and fold clothes before it just gets old. I swear the old dog has some built in poofer where she goes around and simultaneously ejects hair and piss into any inconveniently out of the way crevice she can find. And then I feel like shit, cleaning, when I come across pictures of her when she was young and black in the face and her eyes are glowing and her teeth white and strong. And I forgive her for pissing now, in her 14th or so year, everywhere in the living room, for ruining the curtains and wanting to sleep all day on her worn bed and never go slowly outside. And then I spend too much time on this damn computer and hate myself for that. It felt so good that day that Alan left for work and forgot to give me the key after a lunchtime walk. I laid outside for 5 hours, watching the sun shine through grass blades. You can see the little bugs crawling on the top side of the grass. Little spiders crawl between blades on invisible strings. The littlest puppy has curly hair in the middle of her tail and the shy one, the one I call dinky-doo, has a spotted nose. I'd rather notice those things than read that Israel has bombed Syria or the Republicans are up to some more crazy shit or why can't we all just get along. We can't get along because some people are crazy and I'm tired of crazy. America you make me want to be a saint. But how can I be a saint in a house with 10 dogs and two cats and not enough books, basically a kennel and a storage facility for extended family, in a country where I'd give anything to just have a normal conversation at the grocery store or be able to eavesdrop on candlelit restaurant conversations. Saints live in little darkened rooms with wooden crosses on the dripping walls. This is not how I pictured my La Neuville Sur Oudeuil doldrums....