The Charlotte News

Wednesday February 16, 1938

SIX EDITORIALS

Site Ed. Note: Today, being lazy and spent of print, we shall simply add the following:

I. I propose to treat of Poetry in itself and of its various kinds, noting the essential quality of each; to inquire into the structure of the plot as requisite to a good poem; into the number and nature of the parts of which a poem is composed; and similarly into whatever else falls within the same inquiry. Following, then, the order of nature, let us begin with the principles which come first.

Epic poetry and Tragedy, Comedy also and Dithyrambic poetry, and the music of the flute and of the lyre in most of their forms, are all in their general conception modes of imitation. They differ, however, from one another in three respects,--the medium, the objects, the manner or mode of imitation, being in each case distinct.

For as there are persons who, by conscious art or mere habit, imitate and represent various objects through the medium of colour and form, or again by the voice; so in the arts above mentioned, taken as a whole, the imitation is produced by rhythm, language, or 'harmony,' either singly or combined.

Thus in the music of the flute and of the lyre, 'harmony' and rhythm alone are employed; also in other arts, such as that of the shepherd's pipe, which are essentially similar to these. In dancing, rhythm alone is used without 'harmony'; for even dancing imitates character, emotion, and action, by rhythmical movement.

There is another art which imitates by means of language alone, and that either in prose or verse--which, verse, again, may either combine different metres or consist of but one kind--but this has hitherto been without a name. For there is no common term we could apply to the mimes of Sophron and Xenarchus and the Socratic dialogues on the one hand; and, on the other, to poetic imitations in iambic, elegiac, or any similar metre. People do, indeed, add the word 'maker' or 'poet' to the name of the metre, and speak of elegiac poets, or epic (that is, hexameter) poets, as if it were not the imitation that makes the poet, but the verse that entitles them all indiscriminately to the name. Even when a treatise on medicine or natural science is brought out in verse, the name of poet is by custom given to the author; and yet Homer and Empedocles have nothing in common but the metre, so that it would be right to call the one poet, the other physicist rather than poet. On the same principle, even if a writer in his poetic imitation were to combine all metres, as Chaeremon did in his Centaur, which is a medley composed of metres of all kinds, we should bring him too under the general term poet. So much then for these distinctions.

There are, again, some arts which employ all the means above mentioned, namely, rhythm, tune, and metre. Such are Dithyrambic and Nomic poetry, and also Tragedy and Comedy; but between them the difference is, that in the first two cases these means are all employed in combination, in the latter, now one means is employed, now another.

Such, then, are the differences of the arts with respect to the medium of imitation.

II. Since the objects of imitation are men in action, and these men must be either of a higher or a lower type (for moral character mainly answers to these divisions, goodness and badness being the distinguishing marks of moral differences), it follows that we must represent men either as better than in real life, or as worse, or as they are. It is the same in painting. Polygnotus depicted men as nobler than they are, Pauson as less noble, Dionysius drew them true to life.

Now it is evident that each of the modes of imitation above mentioned will exhibit these differences, and become a distinct kind in imitating objects that are thus distinct. Such diversities may be found even in dancing, flute-playing, and lyre-playing. So again in language, whether prose or verse unaccompanied by music. Homer, for example, makes men better than they are; Cleophon as they are; Hegemon the Thasian, the inventor of parodies, and Nicochares, the author of the Deiliad, worse than they are. The same thing holds good of Dithyrambs and Nomes; here too one may portray different types, as Timotheus and Philoxenus differed in representing their Cyclopes. The same distinction marks off Tragedy from Comedy; for Comedy aims at representing men as worse, Tragedy as better than in actual life.

III. There is still a third difference--the manner in which each of these objects may be imitated. For the medium being the same, and the objects the same, the poet may imitate by narration--in which case he can either take another personality as Homer does, or speak in his own person, unchanged--or he may present all his characters as living and moving before us.

These, then, as we said at the beginning, are the three differences which distinguish artistic imitation,--the medium, the objects, and the manner. So that from one point of view, Sophocles is an imitator of the same kind as Homer--for both imitate higher types of character; from another point of view, of the same kind as Aristophanes--for both imitate persons acting and doing. Hence, some say, the name of 'drama' is given to such poems, as representing action. For the same reason the Dorians claim the invention both of Tragedy and Comedy. The claim to Comedy is put forward by the Megarians,--not only by those of Greece proper, who allege that it originated under their democracy, but also by the Megarians of Sicily, for the poet Epicharmus, who is much earlier than Chionides and Magnes, belonged to that country. Tragedy too is claimed by certain Dorians of the Peloponnese. In each case they appeal to the evidence of language. The outlying villages, they say, are by them called comae {kappa omega mu alpha iota}, by the Athenians demes {delta eta mu iota}: and they assume that Comedians were so named not from comoe {kappa omega mu 'alpha zeta epsilon iota nu}, 'to revel,' but because they wandered from village to village cata/comaes (kappa alpha tau alpha / kappa omega mu alpha sigma), being excluded contemptuously from the city. They add also that the Dorian word for 'doing' is dran {delta rho alpha nu}, and the Athenian, prattein {pi rho alpha tau tau epsilon iota nu}.

This may suffice as to the number and nature of the various modes of imitation.

IV. Poetry in general seems to have sprung from two causes, each of them lying deep in our nature. First, the instinct of imitation is implanted in man from childhood, one difference between him and other animals being that he is the most imitative of living creatures, and through imitation learns his earliest lessons; and no less universal is the pleasure felt in things imitated. We have evidence of this in the facts of experience. Objects which in themselves we view with pain, we delight to contemplate when reproduced with minute fidelity: such as the forms of the most ignoble animals and of dead bodies. The cause of this again is, that to learn gives the liveliest pleasure, not only to philosophers but to men in general whose capacity, however, of learning is more limited. Thus the reason why men enjoy seeing a likeness is, that in contemplating it they find themselves learning or inferring, and saying perhaps, 'Ah, that is he.' For if you happen not to have seen the original, the pleasure will be due not to the imitation as such, but to the execution, the colouring, or some such other cause.

Imitation, then, is one instinct of our nature. Next, there is the instinct for 'harmony' and rhythm, metres being manifestly sections of rhythm. Persons, therefore, starting with this natural gift developed by degrees their special aptitudes, till their rude improvisations gave birth to Poetry.

Poetry now diverged in two directions, according to the individual character of the writers. The graver spirits imitated noble actions, and the actions of good men. The more trivial sort imitated the actions of meaner persons, at first composing satires, as the former did hymns to the gods and the praises of famous men. A poem of the satirical kind cannot indeed be put down to any author earlier than Homer; though many such writers probably there were. But from Homer onward, instances can be cited,--his own Margites, for example, and other similar compositions. The appropriate metre was also here introduced; hence the measure is still called the iambic or lampooning measure, being that in which people lampooned one another. Thus the older poets were distinguished as writers of heroic or of lampooning verse.

As, in the serious style, Homer is pre-eminent among poets, for he alone combined dramatic form with excellence of imitation, so he too first laid down the main lines of Comedy, by dramatising the ludicrous instead of writing personal satire. His Margites bears the same relation to Comedy that the Iliad and Odyssey do to Tragedy. But when Tragedy and Comedy came to light, the two classes of poets still followed their natural bent: the lampooners became writers of Comedy, and the Epic poets were succeeded by Tragedians, since the drama was a larger and higher form of art.

Whether Tragedy has as yet perfected its proper types or not; and whether it is to be judged in itself, or in relation also to the audience,--this raises another question. Be that as it may, Tragedy--as also Comedy--was at first mere improvisation. The one originated with the authors of the Dithyramb, the other with those of the phallic songs, which are still in use in many of our cities. Tragedy advanced by slow degrees; each new element that showed itself was in turn developed. Having passed through many changes, it found its natural form, and there it stopped.

Aeschylus first introduced a second actor; he diminished the importance of the Chorus, and assigned the leading part to the dialogue. Sophocles raised the number of actors to three, and added scene-painting. Moreover, it was not till late that the short plot was discarded for one of greater compass, and the grotesque diction of the earlier satyric form for the stately manner of Tragedy. The iambic measure then replaced the trochaic tetrameter, which was originally employed when the poetry was of the Satyric order, and had greater affinities with dancing. Once dialogue had come in, Nature herself discovered the appropriate measure. For the iambic is, of all measures, the most colloquial: we see it in the fact that conversational speech runs into iambic lines more frequently than into any other kind of verse; rarely into hexameters, and only when we drop the colloquial intonation. The additions to the number of 'episodes' or acts, and the other accessories of which tradition tells, must be taken as already described; for to discuss them in detail would, doubtless, be a large undertaking.

V. Comedy is, as we have said, an imitation of characters of a lower type, not, however, in the full sense of the word bad, the Ludicrous being merely a subdivision of the ugly. It consists in some defect or ugliness which is not painful or destructive. To take an obvious example, the comic mask is ugly and distorted, but does not imply pain.

The successive changes through which Tragedy passed, and the authors of these changes, are well known, whereas Comedy has had no history, because it was not at first treated seriously. It was late before the Archon granted a comic chorus to a poet; the performers were till then voluntary. Comedy had already taken definite shape when comic poets, distinctively so called, are heard of. Who furnished it with masks, or prologues, or increased the number of actors,--these and other similar details remain unknown. As for the plot, it came originally from Sicily; but of Athenian writers Crates was the first who, abandoning the 'iambic' or lampooning form, generalised his themes and plots.

Epic poetry agrees with Tragedy in so far as it is an imitation in verse of characters of a higher type. They differ, in that Epic poetry admits but one kind of metre, and is narrative in form. They differ, again, in their length: for Tragedy endeavours, as far as possible, to confine itself to a single revolution of the sun, or but slightly to exceed this limit; whereas the Epic action has no limits of time. This, then, is a second point of difference; though at first the same freedom was admitted in Tragedy as in Epic poetry.

Of their constituent parts some are common to both, some peculiar to Tragedy; whoever, therefore, knows what is good or bad Tragedy, knows also about Epic poetry. All the elements of an Epic poem are found in Tragedy, but the elements of a Tragedy are not all found in the Epic poem.

--from Poetics, Aristotle, ca. 330 B.C.

And:

All men by nature desire to know. An indication of this is the delight we take in our senses; for even apart from their usefulness they are loved for themselves; and above all others the sense of sight. For not only with a view to action, but even when we are not going to do anything, we prefer seeing (one might say) to everything else. The reason is that this, most of all the senses, makes us know and brings to light many differences between things.

By nature animals are born with the faculty of sensation, and from sensation memory is produced in some of them, though not in others. And therefore the former are more intelligent and apt at learning than those which cannot remember; those which are incapable of hearing sounds are intelligent though they cannot be taught, e.g. the bee, and any other race of animals that may be like it; and those which besides memory have this sense of hearing can be taught.

The animals other than man live by appearances and memories, and have but little of connected experience; but the human race lives also by art and reasonings. Now from memory experience is produced in men; for the several memories of the same thing produce finally the capacity for a single experience. And experience seems pretty much like science and art, but really science and art come to men through experience; for 'experience made art', as Polus says, 'but inexperience luck.' Now art arises when from many notions gained by experience one universal judgment about a class of objects is produced. For to have a judgment that when Callias was ill of this disease this did him good, and similarly in the case of Socrates and in many individual cases, is a matter of experience; but to judge that it has done good to all persons of a certain constitution, marked off in one class, when they were ill of this disease, e.g. to phlegmatic or bilious people when burning with fevers--this is a matter of art.

--from Metaphysics, Book I, Aristotle, ca. 350 B.C.

So, for instance, we might say that the relatively easy availability of the gun to the insane person inevitably draws to the individual irrational mind a means by which it might vindicate its irrationality as an exhibit to the world in some form of irrational exhibition of art. That, then, is but a judgment based on observation and intuition gleaned from experience. But, then, over time, with more such observation and intuition so gleaned, we might say that the relatively easy availability of the gun to the insane person inevitably constitutes a means by which an irrational segment of society might vicariously absent its hostility to the human race, relying on the martyr to their cause, nevertheless a martyr vilified after the fact of the act, to vent it, by continuing to enable the insane person to have relatively easy access to the gun so that the insane person may carry out acts of hostility and insanity, and without discrimination, against the human race as a whole, thus relieving for a time the pressure of insanity on those who would allow the easy access to the gun by the insane. Ditto, for the insane use and prescription of psychotropic "medications" to try to treat every symptom of normal human reaction to a harsh and unforgiving physical and emotional environment, which we call modern society.

Better, we think, to prescribe art and its understanding. This, then, we might call art.

For, why else, but the absence of the appreciation of same in full, the absence of music in the higher, not merely the immediately auditory, sense, we ask, does a bright individual with an apparently bright future, a graduate student in sociology concerned over penology and its impact on society as a whole, and with, therefore, apparent reasonable affect and compassion for humanity, even humanity's basest members, not a loner, not a ghoul this time, but outwardly normal and affable, turn suddenly solipotent and take randomly human life with the readily available gun?

Not every malady has a cure by the pill, and often makes the disease far worse than if left alone to incubate and either dispel itself or devour as nature might deem it required. Likewise, no malady is but made worse by the gun. That, we might say, is merely to be rational, based on observation and experience through time.

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Et L'Amour est Bleu au Bleu...

No More Obeys

The French Assembly has just enacted a bill adding to the rights of women.

Hitherto the French law, in this respect the most backward among democratic powers, has made a woman almost as completely subject to her husband's will as a minor child to his father's. She could make a contract or a will, or dispose of her goods, only with her lord-and-master's consent. She could cash checks on her own money only with his countersignature. And, unless it was otherwise stipulated in the marriage contract, she couldn't bring a suit without his approval.

Now, in characteristic French fashion, all that is swept away at a stroke, and full civil status is conferred upon her save for the fact that she still can't vote. Another characteristic bit of Gallicism is in that bill, too. Hereafter the French bride will not have to promise to "obey" her husband. That last, of course, is what, in theological circles, is called a work of supererogation. Given full title to her own property, Madame would soon show her spouse who was head man in the family, no matter what she'd promised.

A Complete Stymie

It is in very pretty fashion that Boss Hague has the New Jersey Legislature stymied these days. The Legislature wants to see election records of Hudson County (Hagueland), and apparently with reason. For, as the undisputed charge runs, if any opponent of I-am-the-Works Frank runs up, say, a 50,000 majority against him, his machine conveniently provides 51,000 votes in his behalf. But the Boss says the Legislature can't have those records. And when the Legislature resorts to legal action to get them, the cops of Hudson County refuse to act on their warrants,--and Colonel Mark Kimberling, whose appointment Boss Hague okayed, refuses to do his sworn duty as head of the State police, and go get the records. Ah, but the Governor of New Jersey has the authority to force him to do it? But the Governor, alas, is the celebrated Harry Moore, one of Boss Hague's very best stooges.

But still there is a recourse left? In the Constitution of the United States, there is a provision under which it becomes the duty of the Federal power to see that republican government is maintained in all the states, a provision acted upon before now, and so, of course, the President can send in the Federal officers to get the records? and will, seeing that he stands for Great Ideals and Clean Government? But not so, of course, for as we have pointed out before, Boss Hague is Vice-Chairman of the Democratic National Committee... In short, as we said in the beginning, Boss Hague has the New Jersey Legislature very prettily stymied.

The Red Horizon*

The County Commissioners are looking into the practicability of fire protection for property beyond the city limits. The suggestion has been made that small fire trucks be stationed near Huntersville, Matthews and Paw Creek, which would fairly well cover the county; and to the question of cost in taxes to the citizens of the county, the answer has been given that fire insurance rates probably would come down and offset them.

We don't know about that. Fire protection would still be pretty sketchy, what with the time consumed in giving alarms, in assembling the fire crews, in covering distances and in finally putting water to the blaze. Nevertheless, if it is at all feasible, it ought to be done.

For country residents are almost wholly at the mercy of the greedy, licking flames. Brick chimneys rising nakedly from a heap of ashes are witnesses that man's faithful servant, fire, has suddenly turned on him and, innocently, without malice, destroyed the home and the goods which represent a considerable part of a farmer's stake in the game. Many fine old houses and many priceless heirlooms have gone up in smoke, not to mention the loss of human life itself.

And that is why, to country residents, no precaution is too great to take against fire. Once it gets headway, there is no check upon it save its own appetite. And that, too, is why some sort of protection against fire, if only the assurance that the flames would be resisted, would be worth all it cost.

Britain Takes A Ribbing

The truth of what Dorothy Thompson argued on this page a week ago seems to be admirably borne out by the dispatches from Europe yesterday. What she contended, of course, was that whenever the pro-fascist group among the British Tories get the upper hand and attempt to put through their dubious scheme of conciliating Germany and Italy, all they ever net for England is simply another slap in the face.

Well, lookit. Since Sunday, the story has run that at last Britain and the Hitlerites were about to get together. England, they said, was prepared to make substantial concessions, including the handing back of at least part of the colonies taken from Germany at the end of the last war. But the price of these concessions was to be certain guarantees, of which the principal one was this:

That Austria should be secured in the full enjoyment of her independence, free from all Nazi interference.

Wherefore, Adolf Hitler proceeded at once to persuade Austrian Chancellor Schuschnigg into doing what he has hitherto steadfastly refused to do--admitting two Nazis into his cabinet. It is perhaps the beginning of the end of any independence Austria may have had left, and, coming just now, is obviously a gesture of contempt for England.

Another Day, Another Mood*

A difference in the temper of the United States Senate--well, in the temper of some of the Senators, at any rate--is manifest these days. The President's nominations do not slide through the Senate unquestioned, and in the case of Robert Jackson, named to take Justice Stanley Reed's place as Solicitor General, Senators Austin and King conducted almost an inquisition. Mr. Jackson's appreciation of the democratic system of government, as this country has evolved it, was in doubt. He resolved that doubt to the entire satisfaction of the Senate Judiciary Committee as a whole, but not to Austin's or King's.

It was different five years ago, when the New Deal was just commencing. The first nominee to this important post of Solicitor General was none other than our fellow North Carolinian, Judge J. Crawford Biggs. And did a Senate committee go persistently and other than perfunctorily into his qualifications for the place? It did not. His name went into and came out of the Senate bearing the rubber stamp, "Democrat: okay." And that, perhaps, is why experience showed that he was--er--unsuited to the demands of the job, and why he had to be given two others to compensate him, a couple of years later, for its loss.

And, somehow, we can't help thinking that the competence of Democrats like Judge Biggs ought to be put to fully as searching a scrutiny as the democracy of competent men like Jackson.

From Blue to Blue

On the walls of an office in Raleigh hangs the world's largest map of North Carolina. Fourteen feet, six inches, from Manteo to Murphy it is, and five-feet-four from the Virginia line to the Inland Waterway. And this huge map is dotted with pins, and the pins signify nothing more romantic than density of highway traffic, for this is a Highway Planning Survey map. But a map of North Carolina, no matter to what prosaic use it be put, is always a fascinating sight, and it stands to reason that a map five or six times as large as usual would be five or six times as fascinating. Especially if it was done in color.

Oh, especially if it was done in color. For the color of North Carolina, physically, ranges all the way from the deep, deep blue of the Atlantic on the east to the smoky pastel blue of the mountains on the west. In between it runs the whole gamut of the color chart, the gray blue of the sound country flowing into the brownish white of the coastal plain, thence into the drab brown of the central regions and, in another of its surprising mutations, the dazzling white of the sandhills. On into the rich red brown of the Piedmont it passes, the red hills of Mecklenburg blending imperceptibly into the metallic color of the foothills beyond, and of a sudden the red has given way to the green of the highland forests and the black of the highland soil and the smoky, pastel blue of the rugged mountains ahead.

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