Although [episodic developments] may be motivically related to earlier themes, one should not overplay this hand. Within a style grounded in scales, triads, and neighbor-note relations, it is usually an easy matter to “derive” one theme from another. —Elements of Sonata Theory, p.212.
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If you can be charitable about the crudeness of my sketch above, hopefully you’ll recognize it as an image of Orion, the greatest of the constellations in our night sky. In identifying Orion as “a thing” that’s there in the sky (as a Gestalt, a more psychologically-minded writer would say), you belong to a multitude of like-minded people that spans huge temporal and geographical distances. In fact, Wikipedia informs me that Orion formed as a constellation about 1.5 million years ago—about the age of Homo erectus—so it’s entirely possible that singling out Orion from the surrounding starscape is an act as old as humanity itself.
That would make it one of the earliest aesthetic acts of our species. (I’m playing fast and loose with all sorts of details in that statement, but…) I’m serious about calling it an aesthetic act, because that’s exactly the experience I have when I’m stargazing: looking at the night sky, and seeing constellations in it, is a source of profound beauty for me—and, presumably, for many others too. (As a pointless aside, a few weekends ago I was taking a late-evening flight back from a conference, and got to witness, midair, a spectacular meteor breaking up into a shower of green fire and littler pieces… for which the four-hour delay at O’Hare was not too great a price to pay.)
Plenty of other thinkers have tried to grapple with what goes on when we sense beauty in nature, and I think that there are probably many separate causes and effects that get lumped together in that philosophical conundrum, but one strong sense I have is that at least part of nature’s beauty lies in the fact that, out of an essentially random distribution of objects in the sky, we can extract perceptually stable arrangements. That is, we can find apparent order in randomness. I was tempted to write that “we can extract meaningful arrangements,” which is actually the whole point: we assume that there’s meaning—i.e. a cause—behind any patterns that we find, even when there isn’t.
Let’s replay that argument: I find stargazing beautiful because I recognize/discover constellations. In doing so, I’m finding a pattern in perceptual chaos, and it is that pattern-recognition (or pattern-imposition) that constitutes aesthetic experience (or at least the relevant form of aesthetic experience). Note that at no point in the process of enjoying the stars do I have to appeal to the intention (or even existence!) of the stars’ creator. That is: I can enjoy the night sky as a beautiful canvas without worrying about who painted it or why. (On the other hand, behind the scenes knowledge—knowing about Betelgeuse the supergiant, e.g.—can indeed enrich that enjoyment, but the crucial point is that it need not.)
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As you might suspect, this post has to do with the intentional fallacy. While I stand firmly by the claim that artistic interpretation and aesthetic appreciation need not appeal to an author’s intentions (i.e. I believe that the “intentional fallacy” is indeed a fallacy), the main thrust of my post is not merely about buttressing that argument. Rather, I take that argument for granted in order to assert that gazing at Orion can be a model for an approach to artworks generally.
In particular, I want to talk about musical artworks and a mode of analysis that’s heavily deprecated today: motivic analysis. The figurehead/scapegoat/punching-bag for motivic analysis is Rudolph Réti, who was a disciple of Schoenberg, and who advanced (in The Thematic Process in Music) a particularly intricate form of it. He, like motivic analysts everywhere, sought to show how seemingly disparate musical elements were actually related to one another as varied realizations of some underlying basic musical idea. That is, his attempt was to demonstrate that specific patterns underlay the chaotic activity of any given piece of actual music.
Rather than use an analysis of his as an example—poor Réti has taken plenty of beatings already—I’ll dish up a small morsel of motivic correspondence that I’ve tried to present in my own work. The example we’ll be looking at comes from Steve Reich’s piece for string quartet & tape, Different Trains. If you’re not familiar with the piece, I encourage you to become so: programmatically it can be heavy-handed (although it redeems itself in that regard with a twist ending), but from a purely sonic/musical perspective it will explode your mind. (In a sort of literal sense—ask me about it sometime.)
First a crash-course in the piece. More or less throughout it consists of three independent textural layers. The layer that first strikes you is what I call the “paradiddle” layer, which consists of the strings repeating (over and over) this pattern in stacked fourths and fifths:

(If you’re curious, this ostinato reproduces a standard drumming pattern called the paradiddle, in which the drummer alternates left- and right-handed strokes in the same pattern that this ostinato alternates high and low notes.)
The ostinato evokes the aural image of the work’s titular trains chugging along. The programmatic imagery is enhanced by the second musical layer, which consists of train-related recorded sounds played by the tape: train whistles, clanking crossing guards, etc. The final layer is really the heart of the piece: snippets of recorded human speech, played over and over, and transcribed into musical notation so that it can be doubled by the live instruments. The movements of Different Trains are divided up into subsections during each of which only one snippet gets repeated and developed. (Development occurs essentially through repetition… it’s Steve Reich, after all.)
One of those subsections in the first movement sets the text “different trains every time,” which is marked for importance by being the text of the piece’s title. Here’s the musical transcription of the speech melody:

If you attend just to the contour of the melody, the similarities between it and the ubiquitous paradiddle are quite suggestive:
That is, basically I’m trying to argue that the melody of “different trains every time” and the paradiddle are motivically related. If you buy the argument, it makes this subsection a cool lynchpin of the piece: the titular phrase, “different trains,” describes trains lexically, while at the same time its acoustic form sounds like trains. It also means that, in this section, the voice and paradiddle are in canon with each other—a notable state of affairs, given the centrality of canon to Reich’s compositional practice. But to get to the point of buying that argument, you have to accept many arbitrary reductive steps. You have to agree to pay attention only to contour, rather than to literal pitches. You have to make the huge imaginative leap of filling in the eighth-note rest of the speech melody with (basically arbitrary) notes—the two notes that are, in fact, the most salient part of the paradiddle. So it’s entirely fair to be uneasy about a claim that these two things are motivically related.
Indeed, if I were to claim that it’s a fact about the piece that the two are both versions of the same motive, I’d be on shaky metaphysical footing. That’s indeed the sort of claim that Réti’s (and others’) language forces him into, and it’s hard to ground that claim in reality without appealing either to a composer’s intentions or to some notion of Truth that’s not accessible to modern audiences. Instead, I want to argue that my motivic relationship—and motivic relationships in general—can be defended as constellations (i.e. like Orion): the aesthetic beauty of a motivic discovery is not that it tells us something about the “truth behind the piece” but that the act of finding patterns is itself a valid mode of aesthetic experience. Orion’s meaningfulness as a constellation is only tangentially related to what it tells us about the actual spatial relationships between Rigel, Betelgeuse, Alnitak, and so on.
Put more concisely: motivic analysis is not a science of musical construction, but a form of interaction with an artwork. When we think of consuming (or appreciating, or whatever) a piece of music, we tend to think of sitting in a concert hall enthralled by gorgeous melodies and striking harmonic progressions. That is incontestably one significant aesthetic mode of experiencing a musical artwork. I’m arguing that it’s not the only mode, that musical works (by being garments woven out of such complex fabrics) present a profusion of detail in which it can be edifying to search for patterns. (Motivic) analysis, then, is itself like an artwork—it’s about aesthetic enjoyment, not facts.
I’m sure that there are many analysts who would balk at this characterization of what we do. I’m happy to temper it with the disclaimer that analysis can certainly work towards other (more fact-oriented) ends, but to do so it does need to make ontological appeals to things like authorial intention. (I opened this post with a quotation from Elements of Sonata Theory that cautions against overzealous motivic analysis: within their larger project, an analysis grounded on my argument here would absolutely be out of place.) I merely want to suggest that there’s a way to reclaim the value that theorists like Réti found in their work, a value that’s hard to deny if you’re willing to grant the (hopefully self-evident) notion that pieces of music exist to be appreciated aesthetically. I suspect that it’s the primary value that analysts have found in the work they do, but that in general we’ve been too intellectually insecure to be upfront about that fact. (Incidentally, I also suspect that the beauty we find in analyzing pieces of music is exactly the same sort of beauty that mathematicians speak of when they weigh the aesthetic merits of different proofs of Euler’s identity.)
In a sentence: analysis can be about participation in art, rather than excavation of artifacts.

