Since then, hundreds of such sonifications have been made in the attempts to convert data from space into sound. A powerful hurricane near Jupiter’s Great Blue Spot howls like the heart of Isaiah over Moab. The solar wind whistles like a blackbird seeking to attract a partner. Saturn’s radio waves sound like a non-existent piece for a male choir from Penderecki’s middle period. Stardust crackles like sparklers. And all of that is an untruth, or a kind truth not yet familiar to us, because the sonification process can also be applied to a Rubens painting, James Joyce’s Ulysses, the administrative map of Guadeloupe, or the contents of the suggestion box from a corner shop – all with equally intriguing effects.
Stanisław Lem, Kraków, 1993, photo: Krzysztof Wójcik / Forum
For some time now we have been witnessing a true flood of ‘cosmic’ music, referring – most often loosely – to the classics of science fiction literature. Curiously, even Stanisław Lem, who used to say he couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket, nevertheless often wove musical themes into his work, the latter of which defies all attempts at categorisation. For instance, he took a whole philharmonic orchestra – along with soloists and a choir – aboard the huge ship Gea in his novel The Magellanic Cloud. In his graphic description of the cytoplasmic ocean on Solaris, he informed that ‘above and below, beyond the limits of perception or imagination, thousands and millions of simultaneous transformations are at work, interlinked like a musical score by mathematical counterpoint’ [trans. Joanna Kilmartin and Steve Cox]. A careful reader will no doubt notice that Lem treated music as a metaphor for the infinite cosmos. Kris Kelvin, the protagonist of Solaris, said of the mysterious planet’s ‘symphony in geometry’ that we are its deaf listeners.
It can’t be ruled out that Lem was a deaf listener to perfectly human symphonies, but he respected their incomprehensible potential and saw in them the key to the mysteries of the universe. But, to be honest, I’m not really convinced by this coquettish story about his lack of musical sensitivity. The narrator of The Magellanic Cloud, upon hearing Beethoven’s 9th Symphony, experiences a genuine shock:
I stood there defenseless, open; I was like the bed for a terrible current that rolled deeper and deeper, cutting a groove and collapsing the banks, turning and striking with redoubled force, and in this storm a repetitive, incessant cry began to resound – I was being called by a superhuman voice.
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I’m a full-blooded opera animal, and I know that ‘Trurl’s Machine’ – my beloved story from Fables for Robots – conceals within itself some truly Verdian potential. The tragic story of an intelligent calculator, which, to the dismay of its inventor, turned out to be not only completely unintelligent but also stubborn as a mule, is material for a surefire tearjerker. It contains everything an opera needs: unrequited love, impossible situations, violence, and death under a rockslide.