Humans exaggerate on a regular basis. Typical hyperboles might be "this bag weighs a ton", "Iâm so hungry I could eat a horse", or any of the invariably (!) hilarious "Yoâ mama so fat. . . " jokes. Perhaps even worse than footballers ("I hit the post. I was gutted") are artists. Have you ever sat silently suffering ("dying", anyone?) at a contemporary poetry reading, as the reciter over-emotes their way through a litany of subtexts we can summarise by "me, me, me! Iâm so deep and clever!"? Such occasions often merely reinforce the popular perception of artistic outputs as being expressive of the creatorâs emotions. But that is less interesting than artworksâ invitation to be social, communal, and at the same time to introspect and inspect our personal, perhaps emotional reactions to intrinsically neutral objects. Hence this neutral, utterly calm aesthetic object for your perusal now.
The hyperbole relevant to hyperboles 6 comes from David Humeâs A Treatise of Human Nature (1739):
"Where a passion is neither founded on false suppositions, nor chuses means insufficient for the end, the understanding can neither justify nor condemn it. 'Tis not contrary to reason to prefer the destruction of the whole world to the scratching of my finger. 'Tis not contrary to reason for me to chuse my total ruin, to prevent the least uneasiness of an Indian or person wholly unknown to me."
hyperboles 6 was written expressly for Ensemble S201. Other works in my hyperboles series are, in order, for flute, violin, saxophone quartet, computer-controlled compressed air instrument orchestra, and cello. For more information see http://bit.ly/1Q2bgFr