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Ordained in 2011, Father Friel served for five years as Parochial Vicar at St. Anselm Parish in Northeast Philly. He is currently studying toward an STL in sacred liturgy at The Catholic University of America in Washington, D.C.
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The representative Protestant collection, entitled “Hymns, Ancient and Modern”—in substance a compromise between the various sections of conflicting religious thought in the Establishment—is a typical instance. That collection is indebted to Catholic writers for a large fractional part of its contents. If the hymns be estimated which are taken from Catholic sources, directly or imitatively, the greater and more valuable part of its contents owes its origin to the Church.
— Orby Shipley (1884)

Must Art Be Permanent?
published 17 November 2013 by Fr. David Friel

BOOK RECOMMENDATION came to me several years ago during a hallway conversation with my esteemed professor of philosophy, Dr. Atherton Lowry. I am somewhat shamed to confess that it took me until this summer to follow through on his recommendation. Nevertheless, I happily spent my flight to Salt Lake City for this year’s Sacred Music Colloquium reading Evelyn Waugh’s The Loved One.

Subtitled “An Anglo-American Tragedy,” the book is an uproariously funny satire of the film & funeral industries, among other topics. When I first encountered Dennis Barlow, one of the major characters in the book, I began to question my professor’s recommendation. Barlow, having been fired from his work in Hollywood, had taken a job at “Happier Hunting Ground,” a funeral & burial outfit for pets. The modern American obsession with pets and the absurd things people will do in their name has long been one of my “pet” peeves, so I was unsure if the plot would be tolerable. It quickly became apparent, however, that this was all part of the well-crafted satire.

The story develops into a tale at times humorous, startling, and ridiculous. In the midst of the satire, though, arises an insightful passage about art that seized my attention.

The protagonist, a certain Aimée Thanatogenos, works as a makeup artist for an unconventional funeral director (for humans). She laments that all her art is ephemeral, because it is “burned sometimes within a few hours” in the crematorium; other times, if the body is placed in a mausoleum, her handiwork has often “completely lost tonality” within ten years time. She philosophizes, “Do you think anything can be a great art which is so impermanent?”

That seems to me a fair question, and a question worth asking. Can art that does not last for whatever reason—planned destruction, limitations of the medium, etc.—ever be considered “great” art? Can it, for that matter, be considered “art” at all? Is permanence a necessary attribute of beauty?

The answer Barlow offers is thoughtful: “You should regard [your art] as being like acting or singing or playing an instrument.” Acting transpires, and music can only be made in the moment. Surely, both of these art forms can be recorded, yet there is a fundamental difference between a movie & a stage production, between a digital play list & a live orchestra. This is why the Church wisely does not permit recorded music in liturgical contexts. Consider, also, the Earth and its seasons. Is not all of nature the handiwork of God, and yet it flows on in an unceasing torrent of change?

The Loved One reminded me of the particular privilege it is to be involved in the work of sacred music. Whereas photography and painting and architecture are arts that last, music is in some ways a transient art form. I believe there is actually something beautiful in the very reality of music’s passing nature.

In all its many forms, art is, as Waugh writes, “a work of consolation.” Music may only last for a moment, but its beauty endures.