This introduction is an extract of my future publication, “Upwards in time”, which will be published in the near future, hopefully. I am sharing it here with my public to give a glimpse about this work which deals with my music, focusing on my compositions and the personal experience and message behind them. The ideas and concepts concerning music in general will also be discussed :
“From absurdity to meaning, from night to light, this is the path I am supposed to pursue. The direction is upwards, ascension in music, and time is the material.
From the early days in Lebanon, my music has been my promise of freedom; in the beginning it was the instinctive escape from the severity of the obscure, to the safe side of the pure emotion and the transcending laughter with no guidance or orientation; a pure but wild emotion that carried within it the seeds of a future evolution from the roots upwards through the tree of life; and an explosion of laughter in the face of unbearable heaviness. In that darkness I started to grope, to listen and to move; in that silence: the fight.
And from Lebanon to Berlin where I received my direction, my miracle and message to start watering the seeds, the happy promise of a tree, a tower and a cross. The tree is a cedar, an immortal pine, a root of life growing, to meet its fruit. The tower is on the mountain of Lebanon, the promise of fragrance and holiness, the peak of desire. And the cross is the heart of man, the Love, the unity and unification of opposites, the silent saint in prayer, and the poet of mysteries. Three seeds of promise that I never knew of their existence until the stems have grown a bit enough to be recognized, recently.
And from Berlin to Weimar, the city of my confrontations, my fears and projections, my emotional intuition, of the start from nothing, of seeking my building blocks in the ruins. There I started the new work of my integrations, my new building. There I started to reflect, to view and correspond. The soul, the subconscious, sounds, nature, laws, angels, identities, symbolism, numbers, structures and proportions, all existing but were still small in the tree of my perception.
And from Weimar to Leipzig, the continuation, the other side, my city of peace, of the sensing intellectual, the scientific builder of stairs of harmonies and letters, of numbers and degrees, of consonance and consciousness, of utopia sometimes, always upwards. There also was the elegy, of that “poet of the roots and mysteries”, the heart of my creation of that time, and the bloom of my success.
And again from Leipzig to Lebanon, to where I started before, the piano and the tradition, and the dream that I start again; the echo of the past and the end of the first cycle, the unifiying circle, Jungian mandala and passage through the first door, Souzenelle’s door of men, adulthood. There started the three comedies of transformations: the thunder of a rebel confronting unaccomplished wildness and anger, the law of a sage taking on loneliness and guilt, and a field of a caregiver holding rejection and sadness, to give them all through the first door, prepare them to the fire of the heart and liver, the promise of a blissful serenity and Love in a new stage of being.
There I once literally believed in my quantum sound particles of the trumpet that travelled in time to my first song to change its root, and everything, past and present… that’s when I failed. But the song and the attempt were the precursors of the night in my name, “Layl”, the carrier of the archetypes and salvation upwards in symbols and sounds.
“Layl”, the confrontation with the universal night is to rise again, night to light, in the mysticism of the three saints of my old earth, upwards again and again; the kabbalistic tree of knowledge, the dancing and whirling blissful towers, and all the creation in beauty and harmony in the middle of the loving field of the vine light, field of the cross.
Then in the fire of the middle I started to burn, with brides and crossing visions, the feminine humanity in “Hagar” or “‘awd”, the eternal dancer universe, with all her stars, galaxies and suns meeting in her, a mother, a matter, who saved victory, who transformed compulsions into an eternal dance of planets and suns. She bore the lion of majesty, the root of the path upwards to the vine light, when the time suspends its flight, when I meet my other half, in that imaginal, the icon, so we share an eye on the narrow gate, and its guardian the eagle of “Wajed”, the finder in intuition, the son, the “John” of my story, the merger of absurdities into existence and the promise of grace and freedom.
This is in my name, and I will rise from that night again, three times. And the six guardians of the two doors, will someday become wings of night, they will fly with “Layl” to the feet of his creator, in ascension, upwards in resurrection.”
By ©Elia Koussa – Unpublished – Copyrighted material – All rights reserved.
ELIA KOUSSA 