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Meredith Monk at the National Sawdust Theatre.<\/em><\/p>\n

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Photo: Julieta Cervantes<\/p><\/div>\n

Maybe it\u2019s a post\u201311\/9\u00a0condition, a porousness to emotion, but whatever it is (or isn\u2019t), Meredith Monk, who performed last night at the National Sawdust Theatre<\/a> in Williamsburg, spoke to me as no other performer has in a while. By the simplest of means: made-up words (from the\u00a0Monkian\u00a0lexicon) and a handful of minor chords at the piano. I guess this is what the critics mean when they talk about the\u00a0\u201ctransfiguration of the commonplace.\u201d\u00a0She faced us at audience level, on a stage barely larger than a living room.\u00a0\u201cI think we\u2019re all in need of lullabies now,\u201d\u00a0she said as she sat at the piano, and played her\u00a0\u201cGotham Lullaby<\/a>\u201d\u00a0from\u00a0Dolmen Music<\/em>: her cries, hesitations,\u00a0and pauses nearly brought me to tears. I was not alone. \u00a0<\/p>\n

Born in 1942\u2014six\u00a0years after Steve Reich,\u00a0seven years after Philip Glass\u2014Monk is the perhaps the best-known female member of the generation of New York minimalist composers who revolutionized American concert music in the 1970s. She shares some of their predilections: an incantatory use of repetition; an unabashed embrace of tonality; a fascination with non-European, often sacred and ceremonial, forms of expression; and, not least, a blurring of the distinction between composer and performer. Like Reich and Glass, she is of Jewish origin, with an awareness of the fragility of\u00a0civilization; like them, she has explored some of the great questions of modern life in her operas, particularly our destructive relationship to nature, what\u00a0Adorno\u00a0and\u00a0Horkheimer\u00a0called the\u00a0\u201cdialectic of Enlightenment.\u201d<\/p>\n

Yet her work, long overshadowed by her more famous male peers, is in no way an extension of theirs. (Monk says she was not even aware of their work until the early 1970s; her path has always been a solitary one.) It has a distinctive humility, a kind of\u00a0\u00e9criture feminine<\/em>\u00a0averse to bombastic, monumental gestures; even her large-scale works feel like conversations among a group of friends, rather than Statements. Reich and Glass performed some of their first concerts at the Whitney because mainstream concert halls initially spurned them; but Monk, who started out as a choreographer, emerged from the world of New York dance and performance art, and her music is, at its core, an art of the body: its irrepressible need for expression, its conversion of flesh into word.\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n

Or wordlessness, rather: for Monk\u2019s singing draws on an entirely imaginary language\u2014a language she invented to express something more intimate, more\u00a0visceral,\u00a0than words could achieve. In Monk\u2019s voice\u2014and in the voices of the extraordinary singers in her ensembles\u2014we hear a startling range of sounds, from guttural bass notes to birdlike shrieks. A theater of voices, not unlike the experimental theater\u00a0of the 1960s, when directors like Jerzy\u00a0Grotowski\u00a0worked closely with small troupes of actors in the woods, seeking to transcend the merely\u00a0performative, the boundary between performer and audience. This, I think, is what accounts for the almost physical impact of Monk\u2019s music: it strips us of our defenses\u00a0just\u00a0as the greatest soul singers\u00a0do.\u00a0<\/p>\n

At the Sawdust Theatre, Monk, a diminutive, lithe yet strong woman, appeared as she always does: wearing a waiflike skirt, her hair pulled back in her\u00a0two\u00a0signature\u00a0braids. I have been listening to Monk\u2019s work for more than two decades, but it was only when she began singing that I became aware of how hungry I was to hear her\u2014it\u2019s the kind of hunger you experience only when you encounter live art this nourishing. She sang new,\u00a0\u201ccellular\u201d\u00a0songs; old favorites, like the devastating\u00a0\u201cDo You Be<\/a>\u201d;\u00a0and selections from her 1991 opera,\u00a0Atlas<\/em>, and her most recent work,\u00a0On Behalf of Nature<\/em>.\u00a0<\/p>\n

Throughout the concert (presented by the World Music Institute) she offered her art like a gift, expecting nothing in return. At one point\u2014a shock for many of us in the audience\u2014a tall blonde woman suddenly walked up to the piano, and gave it a friendly knock. A fan?\u00a0No, a collaborator, who joined Monk in song, echoing her in canons.\u00a0Another singer, also blonde, also female, arrived just as casually moments later, and together the three of them launched into a riveting passage from\u00a0Atlas<\/em>. The music moved between states of joy and pain, ecstasy and terror, as if Monk were walking the line between the promise of life and the abyss into which we\u2019ll fall if we fail to honor it. We\u2019re closer to the latter this week. To listen to Monk last night was to remember all that we have to live for.<\/p>\n

Adam Shatz is a contributing editor at the <\/em>London Review of Books, and a fellow in residence at the New York Institute for the Humanities.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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