Symbolism - Nathalia Brodskaya Art of Century

Скачать книгу

– seven, nine, eleven, thirteen – solved in various rhythmic combinations of which they are the sums.

      Here I beg permission to make you attend my small INTERLUDE drawn from an invaluable book: The Treatise on French Poetry, where M. Théodore de Banville mercilessly thrusts, like the god of Claros, monstrous donkey’s ears on the head of Midas.

      Attention!

      The characters who speak in this piece are:

      A DETRACTOR OF THE SYMBOLIC SCHOOL

      MR THEODORE DE BANVILLE

      ERATO

      Louis Welden Hawkins, The Halos, 1894.

      Oil on canvas, 61 × 50 cm.

      Private collection, Paris.

      First Scene

      Frantisek Kupka, The Principle of Life, 1900–1903.

      Coloured aquatint, 34 × 34 cm.

      New York Public Library, New York.

      THE DETRACTOR. – Oh! These Decadents! What pomposity! What gibberish! As our great Molière was correct when he said:

      This figurative Style of which people are so vain,

      Is beside all good taste and truth

      THEODORE DE BANVILLE. – Our great Molière committed here two evils towards those who themselves partake as much as possible of good taste. What good character? What truth? The obvious mess, vivid craziness, passionate pomposity is the very truth of lyric poetry. To fall into excess of imagery and colour is not a great evil, and it is not by this that our literature will perish. In the worst of times, when it dies decisively (as, for example, under the First Empire), it is not pomposity and the abuse of ornamentation that kill it, it is dullness. Taste and naturalness are beautiful things undoubtedly less useful than one thinks poetry to be. Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet was written from beginning to end in a style as affected as that of the Marquis de Mascarille; that of Ducis shines by the happiest and most natural simplicity.

      Giuseppe Pellizza da Volpedo, The Rising Sun or The Sun, 1903–1904.

      Oil on canvas, 150 × 150 cm.

      Galleria Nazional d’Arte Moderna, Rome.

      THE DETRACTOR. – But the caesura, the caesura! They’re desecrating the caesura!!

      THEODORE DE BANVILLE. – In his remarkable prosody published in 1844, Mr Wilhem Tenint establishes that the Alexandrine verse admits twelve different combinations on the basis of the verse which has its caesura after the eleventh syllable. He returns to say that, actually, the caesura can be placed after any syllable of the Alexandrine verse. In the same way, he establishes that verses of six, seven, eight, nine, ten syllables admit variable and variously placed caesuras. Let’s do more: let’s dare to proclaim complete freedom and say that in these complex questions the ear alone decides. One always perishes not from having been too bold but from not being bold enough.

      THE DETRACTOR. – Horror! Not to respect the alternation of rhymes! You know yourself, Sir, that the Decadents dare to even allow hiatus! Hiatus even!!

      THEODORE DE BANVILLE. – Hiatus, the diphthong making a syllable in verse, all other things that were forbidden and especially the optional use of masculine and feminine rhymes have provided to the poet of genius one thousand means of delicate effects, always varied, unexpected, inexhaustible. But to use this scholarly verse, genius and a musical ear were necessary, while with stationary rules the most mediocre writers can – while obeying them faithfully – make, alas! tolerable verses! Who therefore gained anything from the regulation of poetry? Poor poets. Only them!

      Giovanni Segantini, The Bad Mothers, 1894.

      Oil on canvas, 105 × 200 cm.

      Österreichische Galerie Belvedere, Vienna.

      Léon Spilliaert, The Crossing, 1913.

      Pastel and coloured pencils, 90 × 70 cm.

      Private collection.

      THE DETRACTOR. – It seems to me, however, that the Romantic revolution…

      THEODORE DE BANVILLE. – Romanticism was an incomplete revolution. What a pity that Victor Hugo, this victorious, bloody-handed Hercules, was not completely a revolutionary and that he let live a group of monsters which he was put in charge of exterminating with his flaming arrows!

      THE DETRACTOR. – All innovation is madness! The imitation of Victor Hugo is the salvation of French poetry!

      THEODORE DE BANVILLE. – When Hugo had liberated verse, one was to believe that, educated by his example, the poets coming after him would want to be free and only to raise themselves up. But inside us is such a love of constraint that the new poets, as if in competition, copied and imitated the most typical of Hugo’s forms, combinations and cuts, instead of endeavouring to discover new ones. This is how, fashioned by the yoke, we fall again from one slavery to another, and that after the Classical conventions, there were the Romantic conventions, conventions of cuts, conventions of sentences, conventions of rhymes; and convention (that is to say, the cliché become chronic) in poetry, as in anything else, is Death. On the contrary, let’s dare to live! and to live is to breathe the air of the sky and not the breath of our neighbour, though this neighbour be a god!

      Scene II

      ERATO (invisible). – Your Small Treatise on French Poetry is a delicious work, master Banville. But the young poets have blood up to the eyes fighting against the monsters fed by Nicolas Boileau; you are asked for on the field of honour, and you keep silent, master Banville!

      THEODORE DE BANVILLE (dreamer). – Curse! I would have failed in my duty as elder and lyric poet!

      (The author of The Exiles breathes a lamentable sigh and the Interlude finishes.)

      Prose – novels, short stories, tales, fantasies – evolves in a sense similar to that of poetry. Elements, seemingly heterogeneous, converge there: Stendhal brings his translucent psychology, Balzac his exorbitant vision, Flaubert his cadences of sentences to the full arches. Mr Edmond de Goncourt brings his modernly suggestive Impressionism.

      The conception of the Symbolic novel is polymorphic: sometimes a single character moves in surroundings distorted by his own hallucinations, his temperament; in this distortion lies the only reality. Beings with mechanical gestures, with shadowed silhouettes, are agitated around the single character: to him these are no more than pretexts to sensations and conjectures. He himself is a tragic or comical mask, of humanity however perfect although rational. Soon the crowds, superficially affected by the set of ambient representations, carry themselves with alternations of shocks and stagnations toward acts which remain incomplete. At times, some individual wills appear; they attract, agglomerate, generalise each other towards a goal which, either reached or missed, disperses them in their primitive elements. Sometimes mythical phantasms are evoked, from the ancient Demogorgon to Belial, from Kabirs to Nigromans, and appear ostentatiously dressed on the rock of Caliban or by the forest of Titania to the mixolydian modes of Barbitons and Octochords.

      Józef Mehoffer, The Wisla River, near Niepolomice.

      Oil on canvas.

      Fine Arts Society, Kraków.

      Jens Ferdinand Willumsen, Sun in the Park, 1904.

      Oil and tempera on canvas, 194 × 169 cm.

      J. F. Willumsens Museum,

Скачать книгу