Human, All Too Human Volume Ii Part 10

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THE PIRATE-GENIUS.-The pirate-genius in art, who even knows how to deceive subtle minds, arises when some one unscrupulously and from youth upwards regards all good things, that are not protected by law, as the property of a particular person, as his legitimate spoil. Now all the good things of past ages and masters lie free around us, hedged about and protected by the reverential awe of the few who know them. To these few our robber-genius, by the force of his impudence, bids defiance and acc.u.mulates for himself a wealth that once more calls forth homage and awe.

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TO THE POETS OF GREAT TOWNS.-In the gardens of modern poetry it will clearly be observed that the sewers of great towns are too near. With the fragrance of flowers is mingled something that betrays abomination and putrescence. With pain I ask: "Must you poets always request wit and dirt to stand G.o.dfather, when an innocent and beautiful sensation has to be christened by you? Are you obliged to dress your n.o.ble G.o.ddess in a hood of devilry and caricature? But whence this necessity, this obligation?"

The reason is-because you live too near the sewers.

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OF THE SALT OF SPEECH.-No one has ever explained why the Greek writers, having at command such an unparalleled wealth and power of language, made so sparing a use of their resources that every post-cla.s.sical Greek book appears by comparison crude, over-coloured, and extravagant. It is said that towards the North Polar ice and in the hottest countries salt is becoming less and less used, whereas on the other hand the dwellers on the plains and by the coast in the more temperate zones use salt in great abundance. Is it possible that the Greeks from a twofold reason-because their intellect was colder and clearer but their fundamental pa.s.sionate nature far more tropical than ours-did not need salt and spice to the same extent that we do?

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THE FREEST WRITER.-In a book for free spirits one cannot avoid mention of Laurence Sterne, the man whom Goethe honoured as the freest spirit of his century. May he be satisfied with the honour of being called the freest writer of all times, in comparison with whom all others appear stiff, square-toed, intolerant, and downright boorish! In his case we should not speak of the clear and rounded but of "the endless melody"-if by this phrase we arrive at a name for an artistic style in which the definite form is continually broken, thrust aside and transferred to the realm of the indefinite, so that it signifies one and the other at the same time.

Sterne is the great master of _double entendre_, this phrase being naturally used in a far wider sense than is commonly done when one applies it to s.e.xual relations. We may give up for lost the reader who always wants to know exactly what Sterne thinks about a matter, and whether he be making a serious or a smiling face (for he can do both with one wrinkling of his features; he can be and even wishes to be right and wrong at the same moment, to interweave profundity and farce). His digressions are at once continuations and further developments of the story, his maxims contain a satire on all that is sententious, his dislike of seriousness is bound up with a disposition to take no matter merely externally and on the surface. So in the proper reader he arouses a feeling of uncertainty whether he be walking, lying, or standing, a feeling most closely akin to that of floating in the air. He, the most versatile of writers, communicates something of this versatility to his reader. Yes, Sterne unexpectedly changes the parts, and is often as much reader as author, his book being like a play within a play, a theatre audience before another theatre audience. We must surrender at discretion to the mood of Sterne, although we can always expect it to be gracious. It is strangely instructive to see how so great a writer as Diderot has affected this _double entendre_ of Sterne's-to be equally ambiguous throughout is just the Sternian super-humour. Did Diderot imitate, admire, ridicule, or parody Sterne in his _Jacques le Fataliste_? One cannot be exactly certain, and this uncertainty was perhaps intended by the author. This very doubt makes the French unjust to the work of one of their first masters, one who need not be ashamed of comparison with any of the ancients or moderns. For humour (and especially for this humorous att.i.tude towards humour itself) the French are too serious. Is it necessary to add that of all great authors Sterne is the worst model, in fact the inimitable author, and that even Diderot had to pay for his daring? What the worthy Frenchmen and before them some Greeks and Romans aimed at and attained in prose is the very opposite of what Sterne aims at and attains.

He raises himself as a masterly exception above all that artists in writing demand of themselves-propriety, reserve, character, steadfastness of purpose, comprehensiveness, perspicuity, good deportment in gait and feature. Unfortunately Sterne the man seems to have been only too closely related to Sterne the writer. His squirrel-soul sprang with insatiable unrest from branch to branch; he knew what lies between sublimity and rascality; he had sat on every seat, always with unabashed watery eyes and mobile play of feature. He was-if language does not revolt from such a combination-of a hard-hearted kindness, and in the midst of the joys of a grotesque and even corrupt imagination he showed the bashful grace of innocence. Such a carnal and spiritual hermaphroditism, such untrammelled wit penetrating into every vein and muscle, was perhaps never possessed by any other man.

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A CHOICE REALITY.-Just as the good prose writer only takes words that belong to the language of daily intercourse, though not by a long way all its words-whence arises a choice style-so the good poet of the future will only represent the real and turn his eyes away from all fantastic, superst.i.tious, half-voiced, forgotten stories, to which earlier poets devoted their powers. Only reality, though by a long way not every reality-but a choice reality.

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DEGENERATE SPECIES OF ART.-Side by side with the genuine species of art, those of great repose and great movement, there are degenerate species-weary, blase art and excited art. Both would have their weakness taken for strength and wish to be confounded with the genuine species.

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A HERO IMPOSSIBLE FROM LACK OF COLOUR.-The typical poets and artists of our age like to compose their pictures upon a background of shimmering red, green, grey, and gold, on the background of nervous sensuality-a condition well understood by the children of this century. The drawback comes when we do _not_ look at these pictures with the eyes of our century. Then we see that the great figures painted by these artists have something flickering, tremulous, and dizzy about them, and accordingly we do not ascribe to them heroic deeds, but at best mock-heroic, swaggering _mis_deeds.

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OVERLADEN STYLE.-The overladen style is a consequence of the impoverishment of the organising force together with a lavish stock of expedients and intentions. At the beginnings of art the very reverse conditions sometimes appear.

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_PULCHRUM EST PAUCORUM HOMINUM._-History and experience tell us that the significant grotesqueness that mysteriously excites the imagination and carries one beyond everyday reality, is older and grows more luxuriantly than the beautiful and reverence for the beautiful in art: and that it begins to flourish exceedingly when the sense for beauty is on the wane.

For the vast majority of mankind this grotesque seems to be a higher need than the beautiful, presumably because it contains a coa.r.s.er narcotic.

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ORIGINS OF TASTE IN WORKS OF ART.-If we consider the primary germs of the artistic sense, and ask ourselves what are the various kinds of joy produced by the firstlings of art-as, for example, among savage tribes-we find first of all the joy of understanding what another means. Art in this case is a sort of conundrum, which causes its solver pleasure in his own quick and keen perceptions.-Then the roughest works of art remind us of the pleasant things we have actually experienced, and so give joy-as, for example, when the artist alludes to a chase, a victory, a wedding.-Again, the representation may cause us to feel excited, touched, inflamed, as for instance in the glorification of revenge and danger. Here the enjoyment lies in the excitement itself, in the victory over tedium.-The memory, too, of unpleasant things, so far as they have been overcome or make us appear interesting to the listener as subjects for art (as when the singer describes the mishaps of a daring seaman), can inspire great joy, the credit for which is given to art.-A more subtle variety is the joy that arises at the sight of all that is regular and symmetrical in lines, points, and rhythms. For by a certain a.n.a.logy is awakened the feeling for all that is orderly and regular in life, which one has to thank alone for all well-being. So in the cult of symmetry we unconsciously do homage to rule and proportion as the source of our previous happiness, and the joy in this case is a kind of hymn of thanksgiving. Only when a certain satiety of the last-mentioned joy arises does a more subtle feeling step in, that enjoyment might even lie in a violation of the symmetrical and regular. This feeling, for example, impels us to seek reason in apparent unreason, and the sort of aesthetic riddle-guessing that results is in a way the higher species of the first-named artistic joy.-He who pursues this speculation still further will know what kind of hypotheses for the explanation of aesthetic phenomena are hereby fundamentally rejected.

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NOT TOO NEAR.-It is a disadvantage for good thoughts when they follow too closely on one another, for they hide the view from each other. That is why great artists and writers have made an abundant use of the mediocre.

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ROUGHNESS AND WEAKNESS.-Artists of all periods have made the discovery that in roughness lies a certain strength, and that not every one can be rough who wants to be: also that many varieties of weakness have a powerful effect on the emotions. From this source are derived many artistic subst.i.tutes, which not even the greatest and most conscientious artists can abstain from using.