{"numero_id": "bm-bmtnaay-1924-01", "volume": "bmtnaay_1924_01", "ocr_sha256": "908fbeac898f2f54879690a9b6ba4b72aa0368d8f7c1900a9cf68caa4933fe62", "source_tei": "https://github.com/Princeton-CDH/bluemountain-transcriptions/blob/main/periodicals/bmtnaay/issues/1924_01/bmtnaay_1924_01.tei.xml", "source_mets": "https://github.com/pulibrary/BlueMountain/blob/main/metadata/periodicals/bmtnaay/issues/1924_01/bmtnaay_1924_01.mets.xml", "url_numero": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01", "articles": [{"article_id": "bm-bmtnaay-1924-01-c002", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaay_1924_01#c002", "volume": "bmtnaay_1924_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "n. p.", "page_fin": "n. p.", "image_debut": 2, "image_fin": 2, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.2.2", "titre_corps": "NOTES", "titre_sommaire": "NOTES", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 2, "page_imprimee": "n. p.", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.2", "debut_caractere": 108, "fin_caractere_exclue": 837, "texte": "NOTES\nFor permission to reprint the second part of \"For the\nMarriage of Faustus and Helen\" Secession is indebted\nto Mr. Harold A. Loeb, editor of Broom. Part two\nappeared under the title of \"The Springs of Guilty\nSong\" in Broom, January, 1923.\n\"For a Declaration of War\" is one of the essays in-\ncluded in Salvos by Waldo Frank, to be published\nshortly by Boni and Liveright.\nThe resignation of Mr. Kenneth Burke as a director\nof Secession is announced with regret. To Mr. Burke's\npassion for letters, fighting spirit and corrective vision,\nthe magazine owes much.\nNo further subscriptions for Secession will be ac-\ncepted. In accordance with the statement published\nin the first number, the magazine will suspend in April,\n1924."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaay-1924-01-c003", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaay_1924_01#c003", "volume": "bmtnaay_1924_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1", "page_fin": "1", "image_debut": 3, "image_fin": 3, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.2.3", "titre_corps": "FOR THE MARRIAGE OF FAUSTUS AND HELEN", "titre_sommaire": "FOR THE MARRIAGE OF FAUSTUS AND HELEN", "signature_source": "Ben Jonson", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "1", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 358, "texte": "FOR THE MARRIAGE OF FAUSTUS AND HELEN\nBen Jonson.\n\"And so we may arrive by Talmud skill\nAnd profane Greek to raise the building up\nOf Helen's house against the Ismaelite,\nKing of Thogarma, and his habergeons\nBrimstony, blue and fiery; and the force\nOf King Abaddon, and the beast of Cittim;\nWhich Rabbi David Kimchi9 Onkelos9\nAnd Aben Ezra do interpret Rome\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaay-1924-01-c004", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaay_1924_01#c004", "volume": "bmtnaay_1924_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1", "page_fin": "2", "image_debut": 3, "image_fin": 4, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.2.4", "titre_corps": "I", "titre_sommaire": "I", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "1", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 360, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1447, "texte": "I\nThe mind has shown itself at times\nToo much the baked and labeled dough\nDivided by accepted multitudes.\nAcross the stacked partitions of the day—\nAcross the memoranda, baseball scores,\nThe stenographic smiles and stock quotations\nSmutty wings flash out equivocations.\nThe mind is brushed by sparrow wings;\nNumbers, rebuffed by asphalt, crowd\nThe margins of the day, accent the curbs,\nConvoying diverse dawns on every corner\nTo druggist, barber and tobacconist,\nUntil the graduate opacities of evening\nTake them away as suddenly to somewhere\nVirginal perhaps, less fragmentary, cool.\nThere is the world dimensional\nFor those untwisted by the love\nOf things irreconcilable .\nAnd yet, suppose some evening I forgot\nThe fare and transfer, yet got by that way\nWithout recall,—lost yet poised in traffic:\nThen I might find your eyes across an aisle,\nStill flickering with those prefigurations—\nProdigal, yet uncontested now,\nHalf-riant before the jerky window frame.\nThere is some way, I think, to touch\nThose hands of yours that count the nights\nStippled with pink and green advertisements."}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "2", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1089, "texte": "And now before its arteries turn dark\nI would have you meet this bartered blood.\nImminent in his dream, none better knows\nThe white wafer cheek of love, or offers words\nLightly as moonlight on the eaves meets snow.\nReflective conversion of all things\nAt your deep blush, when ecstacies thread\nThe limbs and belly, when rainbows spread\nImpinging on the throat and sides .\nInevitable, the body of the world\nWeeps in inventive dust for the hiatus\nThat winks above it, bluet in your breasts.\nThe earth may glide diaphanous to death;\nBut if I lift my arms it is to bend\nTo you who turned away once, Helen, knowing\nThe press of troubled hands, too alternate\nWith steel and soil to hold you endlessly.\nI meet you, therefore, in that eventual flame\nYou found in final chains, no captive then—\nBeyond their million brittle, bloodshot eyes;\nWhite, through white cities passed on to assume\nThat world which comes to each of us alone.\nAccept a lone eye riveted to your plane,\nBent axle of devotion along companion ways\nThat beat, continuous, to hourless days—\nOne inconspicuous, glowing orb of praise."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaay-1924-01-c005", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaay_1924_01#c005", "volume": "bmtnaay_1924_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "2", "page_fin": "3", "image_debut": 4, "image_fin": 5, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.2.5", "titre_corps": "II", "titre_sommaire": "II", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "2", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 1091, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1437, "texte": "II\nBrazen hypnotics glitter here;\nGlee shifts from foot to foot,\nMagnetic to their tremulo.\nThis crashing opera bouffe,\nBlest excursion! this ricochet\nFrom roof to roof—\nKnow, Olympians, we are breathless\nWhile nigger cupids scour the stars!\nA thousand light shrugs balance us\nThrough snarling hails of melody.\nWhite shadows slip across the floor"}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "3", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 944, "texte": "Splayed like cards from a loose hand;\nRhythmic ellipses lead into canters\nUntil somewhere a rooster banters.\nGreet naively—yet intrepidly\nNew soothings, new amazements\nThat cornets introduce at every turn—\nAnd you may fall downstairs with me\nWith perfect grace and equanimity:\nOr, plaintively scud past shores\nWhere, by strange harmonic laws\nAll relatives, serene and cool,\nSit rocked in patent arm chairs.\nO, I have known metallic paradises\nWhere cuckoos clucked to finches\nAbove the deft catastrophies of drums;\nWhile titters hailed the groans of death\nBeneath gyrating awnings I have seen\nThe incunabula of the divine grotesque.\nThis music has a reassuring way.\nThe siren of the springs of guilty song—\nLet us take her on the incandescent wax\nStriated with nuances, nervosities\nThat we are heir to: she is still so young,\nWe cannot frown upon her as she smiles,\nDipping here in this cultivated storm\nAmong slim skaters of the gardened skies."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaay-1924-01-c006", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaay_1924_01#c006", "volume": "bmtnaay_1924_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "3", "page_fin": "3", "image_debut": 5, "image_fin": 5, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.2.6", "titre_corps": "III", "titre_sommaire": "III", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "3", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 946, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1330, "texte": "III\nCapped arbiter of beauty in this street\nThat narrows darkly into motor dawn,—\nYou, here beside me, delicate ambassador\nOf intricate slain numbers that arise\nIn whispers, naked of steel;\nreligious gunman!\nWho faithfully, yourself, will fall too soon,\nAnd in other ways than as the wind settles\nOn the sixteen thrifty bridges of the city:\nLet us unbind our throats of fear and pity."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaay-1924-01-c007", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaay_1924_01#c007", "volume": "bmtnaay_1924_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "3", "page_fin": "4", "image_debut": 5, "image_fin": 6, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.2.7", "titre_corps": "We even,", "titre_sommaire": "We even,", "signature_source": "HART CRANE", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "3", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 1332, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1373, "texte": "We even,\n\nWho drove speediest destruction"}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "4", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.6", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1528, "texte": "In corymbulous formations of mechanics,—\nWho hurried the hill breezes, spouting malice\nPlangent over meadows, and looked down\nOn rifts of torn and empty houses\nLike old women with teeth unjubilant\nThat waited faintly, briefly and in vain:\ni\nWe know, eternal gunman, our flesh remembers\nThe tensile boughs, the nimble blue plateaus,\nThe mounted, yielding cities of the air!\ni\nThat saddled sky that shook down vertical\nRepeated play of fire—no hypogeum\nOf waves or rock was good against an hour.\nWe did not ask for that, but have survived,\nAnd will persist to speak again before\nAll stubble streets that have not curved\nTo memory, or known the ominous lifted arm\nThat lowers down the arc of Helen's brow\nTo saturate with blessing and dismay.\nA goose, tobacco and cologne—\nThree winged and gold-shod prophesies of heaven,\nThe lavish heart shall always have, to leaven\nAnd spread with bells and voices, and atone\nThe abating shadows of our conscript dust.\nAnchises' navel, dripping of the sea,—\nThe hands Erasmus dipped in gleaming tides,\nGathered the voltage of blown blood and vine;\nDelve upward for the new and scattered wine,\nO brother-thief of time, that we recall.\nLaugh out the meager penance of their days\nWho dare not share with us the breath released,\nThe substance drilled and spent beyond repair\nFor golden, or the shadow of gold hair.\nDistinctly praise the years, whose volatile\nBlamed bleeding hands extend and thresh the height\nThe imagination spans beyond despair,\nOutpacing bargain, vocable, and prayer,\n\nHART CRANE"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaay-1924-01-c008", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaay_1924_01#c008", "volume": "bmtnaay_1924_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "5", "page_fin": "14", "image_debut": 7, "image_fin": 16, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.2.8", "titre_corps": "FOR A DECLARATION OF WAR", "titre_sommaire": "FOR A DECLARATION OF WAR", "signature_source": "WALDO FRANK", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "5", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2166, "texte": "FOR A DECLARATION OF WAR\n\nA\nThose years, as I see them now, were years of initial\nmanoeuvering for war. Pitched battles and campaigns 1\nmay then have judged what were only guerilla sallies,\nskirmishes, movements of reconnaissance. The spiritual\nforces of America were in too great chaos for definitive\nand intelligent encounter. This is true today. But in\n1916 the confusion was enormous. Men did not know\ntheir enemies or their friends: they did not know them-\nselves.\nThe chief business of the American literary artist and\ncritic of those days was therefore the launching of a\ncall of rally. Primitive, lyrical, adolescent was our\nspiritual impulse; and were our spiritual leaders. The\nmen in whose lives or works revolt from the material\nfixities was best incarnate, appeal to a creative life most\neloquent and implicit, were the paramount figures. This\nexplains the emergence of the Chicago Group in whom\nthe note of protest and the paean call to \"life\" were\nsimplified and lovely. It was a time for individual\nforage, impetuous escapade, for the sweet rhetoric of\nthe emotions. There was no line of battle, no organized\nroll or standard: there were no Generals equipped with\nintelligence and strategic science to fortify their good\nwill. So there could be no veritable war. We who\nyearned to join the ranks of an Army not yet in existence\nspent ourselves largely in seeking comrades, in exchang-\ning signs of allegiance and in scanning the skies for sig-\nnals of the dawn at which the ranks should serry and\nthe true fight begin.\nThis state you will see was not one for the clear estab-\nlishment of standards: it was not one for criticism.\nWhen we are lost and anxious we look for warmth and\nthe assenting handclasp. We wander about in the con-\nfusing darkness. Some apparitions cheer and to these\nwe give the accolade: others seem to threaten and at\nthese we let fly an arrow. There are blunders and there\nare lucky hits. Plighted friends fall off: impulsively\njudged foes turn out to be friends. Measuring a chaotic\nworld we are in deed at grips with inner chaos. The\nrarest consummation in America is achieved personality.\nTo such there is no chaos anywhere."}, {"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "6", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2242, "texte": "The chaos is with us still. But we are at least so far\nadvanced in it that we know it to be chaos. And no\nlonger do the chaotic calls of rally . . . the salvos\nand arrows of confusion . . . impress us as ultimates\nin criticism or in creation. We know that even as art is\nfar more than expression, criticism is more than smiles\nand grimaces and frowns. We know that good will and\na vague sense of Spirit do not suffice for a spiritual\nleader. We realize that the leader must have the intel-\nlectual might to control the physical and passional\nforces of our world: not to condone or condole or lyric-\nise escape, but to make them over into a working milieu.\nAnd above all, we realize that criticism in its obstetrical\nfunction is due in America and has not yet arrived:\ncriticism which is the determining of potential values,\nnot the harping on values already spent; criticism which\nis the lifting up into the experience of the mind of the\nimpulses that make men write and read; criticism which\nshall draw the battle line, direct the blows, and release\nat last our intellectual youth from the confusion of its\nlarval struggle into the joy of consecrated war.\nB\nI speak of criticism and of war.\nIt is a great war: wider than America and deeper than\nthe issue of our generation; a war vastly more important\nthan any clash of states or social orders. It is the first\nspiritual war in which America may engage as a pro-\ntagonist and as an equal of Europe. It is the war of a\nnew consciousness, against the forms and language of a\ndying culture. The values and convictions which are in\nopposition have, however, remained for the most part\nlatent. Practically all that passes for criticism in book\nand magazine and journal is based upon tacit assump-\ntions of fundamental values which have themselves been\nchallenged and brought into transitory flux. Practically\nall that passes for criticism is hence not criticism at all.\nIn periods of admitted cultural status, criticism may\ndwell on the surface of personal opinion: since it shares\nthe base of its opponent. But clearly where the base\nitself is of the issue, criticism must begin by articulating\nits own foundation and by stating its reasons for not ac-\ncepting the foundations of the other side."}, {"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "7", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2176, "texte": "When new cultural foundations are erected the pro-\ncess is by the creating of new conceptions: Words\nwhereby these foundations enter the experience of man.\nSuch new words are forms of art. It is clear then that\nart today is an issue of the cultural shift. The roots\nof culture are philosophical; religious, ethical, aesthetic.\nThere can be no criticism for our modern world until\nthere is a modern philosophical synthesis. Without it.\nthe brightest and solemnest discussion is just as imperti-\nnent as the dullest.\nNeedless to say I cannot in this paper give even the\nmost shadowy sketch of the profound cultural structure\nthat is disappearing nor of the new one that is forming.\nThat is the subject of many books of which I pray for\nthe strength some day to write one. All that I can\ngather here is a sheathe of statements that may at least\nsuggest the immense seriousness of this spiritual war\n. . and the immense work that critics will have to\ndo ere they can talk better than gibberish .\npleasant or unpleasant . . . about the Moderns.\nC\nIt has been said more than once that the imperative\nof a culture is unity. Culture implies a Whole. If you\nconsider the word whole you will see the inclusiveness\nof this interpretation. In the old Anglo-Saxon, whole\nis hdl and from it comes halig which means holy. We\nhave from this root such words as hale, health, heal.\nThe sure articulation of our language has therefore\nsealed for us the ideational unity of wholeness, holiness,\nhaleness and health. The latin religare means to bind\ntogether, to make whole, to make one. From it we prob-\nably have our word religion. The two major sources\nof our language conjoin into this fundamental symbol.\nReligion in its true sense is the experience of being\nbound together in some universal principle related to\nour personal experience; i.e., it is the experience of\nwholesomeness, of holiness and of health. The experi-\nence of beauty is one of harmony between a subject and\nan object. This harmony may be biological as in the\ncase of a beautiful girl or horse. The beauty of a work\nof art is the communicable experience of a more basic\nwholeness inspired by a specific form. The great work"}, {"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "8", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2035, "texte": "ot art invests the individual with the ecstacy of par-\nticipation in the Whole. This function is not kin to\nthe religious, it is one with it. The great primal artists\nwere creators, prophets and sustainers of religion. This\nis no more true of the artists of ancient Egypt, Judea,\nAmerica than of the great moderns: Aeschylus, Dante,\nEl Greco, Bach, Blake, Spinoza, Whitman, etc., etc.\nAnd it is merely our inadequate perspective that makes\nless clear to us the religious basis of such a work as\nDon Quixote than of such a work as the Book of Job.\nMoreover, there can be no cultural exchange without a\nunity of basis. As an instance, there was no fundamental\ndissonance between the assumptions underlying Plato\nand Aristotle, the Egyptian mysteries, the Jewish Pro-\nphetic Wisdom: else Hellenism and Christianity could\nnot have been their organic successors.\nThere has been then for the entire term of History in\nthe Western world a common culture: a common Whole.\nThe matrix of this whole was a group of spiritual and\nintellectual convictions. In this matrix, the man of\nreligion and the artist worked, and from it the peoples\nlooked out upon the world. Here, with no attempt at\nthoroughness, are some of these convictions:\n1. Unity is truth. This is a universe, not a multiverse.\n2. Earth is the most important part of the universe.\nSun and stars revolve around it.\n3. Man is lord of the world of creature. He is physical\nlife's highest and ultimate expression.\n4. Man's reason is autonomous.\n5. Man's conception of reality is fundamentally cor-\nrect. This is so\na. Because the senses tell the truth;\nb. or because reason corrects the senses;\nc. or because God (Wisdom) supplements the\nsenses and cooperates with reason.\n6. God (or Gods, unified by the Greeks as well as by\nthe Hebrews) is good and is related to man's ex-\nperience.\n7. The exercise of reason tends towards happiness.\n8. The exercise of virtue tends toward blessedness.\n9. We know what is good and what is evil.\n10. We know what matter is, even if we cannot define it."}, {"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "9", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2058, "texte": "11. We know what thought is, even if we cannot de-\nfine it.\n12. Time and space are what they seem to be.\n13. Energy and matter are indestructible.\n14. The Law of cause and effect, upon which logic rests,\nis absolute.\n15. A man may be builded of myriad individuals . . .\nelectrons, atoms, cells, monads, etc. But man him-\nself is not such a particle. There are no individ-\nuals of which the instantaneous individual man is\npossibly a cellular, atomic or relational part.\n16. Intellect is three dimensional: and life is three\ndimensional.\nThese basal assumptions had various forms. Some\nlands stressed some of them, some epochs ignored others.\nMany of them were rejected by individuals whose re-\nvolt, however, did not adumbrate in the experience of\nthe race. They provide a rough estimate of the matrix\nwithin which civilization was born, and of the founda-\ntions in which it was reared and nurtured. Thinkers,\npoets, scientists and priests established them. Through\nthe aesthetic experience and the religious dogma they\nbased the experience, however unconsciously, of billions\nof men and women.\nThey are breaking up.\nThe process of their destruction, i.e., of the destruc-\ntion of the spiritual and experiential whole which their\nacceptance meant, left the sporadic and entered the or-\nganic state with such men as Copernicus, Bacon, Des-\ncartes, Spinoza. In the Nineteenth Century the process\naccelerated vastly. With such forces as Kant, Schopen-\nhauer, Darwin, Kelvin, Freud, the Non-Euclidean and\nn-dimensional mathematicians and with the apposite\nintroduction into Europe of Hindu religious ideas which\nhave always been based upon a deeper unity, the de-\nstructive work, on the intellectual plane, was practically\nrounded.\nThe war of which I speak is not this intellectual\nprocess of destruction. That war was restricted largely\nto the scientific and philosophical planes and is mostly\nover. The great war is one of the whole man ... of\nhis spiritual and emotional life: it is the world's resist-\nance to giving up the comfort of its old cultural whole:"}, {"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "10", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.12", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2252, "texte": "it is the emotional refusal to admit the new truths as\nexperience. It is the war between Inertia and the dis-\nplacing experience of a new synthesis, a new culture, a\nnew vision.\nThe reader who is at all aware will know that not a\nsingle one of these basal convictions has been spared,\nexcept the first.* And the first is the categorical im-\nperative of any culture, the expression of the social will\nto survive. It is a conviction whose mechanics in the\nindividual man is analagous to the instinct of the atom\nor cell to adhere in the major organism.\nThe key to our present anguish lies in the fact that\nwe have temporarily lost the power to support thi9\ncrucial first assumption. That is the reason of oui chaos\nand of our misery. To ascribe them to such symptoms\nas the European war or Industrialism or the machine is\ntoo shallow to need refutation among intelligent people.\nWhy, for instance, should the machine make for chaos?\nIf I want to cut a chunk of beef can not I do it more\nneatly with a knife than with my fingers or teeth? That\nknife is all machines. The machine is an extension of\nlimb, ear, eye and mouth. The fundamental machin-\nists were the inventors of wagons, oars, the fashioners of\nwords, the tamers of horses. Fulton, Morse, Marconi,\nare epigone. But just as the machine is good in con-\ntrolled hands, it is evil in the hands of a madman: in\nthe hands of a dissociated person. If I take a knife\nmade for cutting beef and wood, and run amok with it\namong my brothers, or set it up as a god or multiply it\nworshipfully in such numbers that there's no place left\nin my house for sitting down but a blade cuts my flesh,\ndo not be so absurd as to blame or abolish the good steel.\nWe are in misery because we have lost the control\nwhich comes with the experience of unity and whole-\nness. We are in misery because we are in chaos. We\nlive in fragmentary thoughts, desires, acts. Quite liter-\nally, the form of our life is decomposing. And that\nmeans death.\nWe are decomposing because the experiential assump-\ntions that held our culture together are on the wane,\nhaving intellectually been destroyed. The old spiritual\n\n* The significant Dada movement of Tristan Tzara is an attempt\nto articulate the rejection of this first principle."}, {"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "11", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2280, "texte": "body is breaking up. Ere we can be whole and hale\nagain, we must create a new spiritual body. And that\nmeans birth.\nThe travail of birth, like the persistence of inertia, is\nan inscrutable constant. In certain aspects, we call this\nwar. The war of which I speak is therefore the eternal\nwar between a death and a birth.\nIt is internecine and treacherous, because of the spo-\nradic way in which spiritual change is reported by the\ninadequate mind and is accepted by the conservative\nemotion. Philosophy has stated the break-up in the\nstupendous lineage which dates in metaphysic from\nSpinoza and in epistemology from Kant. Science has\nnegatively proven what philosophy, which can prove\nnothing, stated. Science has done this after a compla-\ncent period of positivism in which it ignored the intui-\ntions of the poets and the statements of the philosoph-\ners who had declared in a hundred tongues and in a\nhundred ways the disability of positive science logic to\nenter the domain of the noumenal: the disqualification\nof positive science from any contact with causes. But\nthis past arrogance of science is found today only among\njournalists and pedagogues who are always at least a\ncentury behind the times. The study of a Poincare or\nof an Einstein is pure of it. Positive science has achieved\nits greatest dignity in the admission of Nescience: the\nadmission of Mystery as the circumambient limit. It\nhas prepared the intellect to receive Mystery, but it does\nnot itself understand what Mystery is.\nTo the positive mind, Mystery means something out-\nside itself, a not-knowing, a balking and blanking of ex-\nperience. Whereas the experience of Mystery is the\nbeginning of participation in a truth merely beyond the\nscope of our accepted words. The man who receives\nMystery in his mind is already part of the truth: for\nMystery is the first apperception of truth and is ineffable\nonly in terms of inadequate language. Neither mystery\nnor truth is ineffable, as was taught by the shallow\nWilliam James. What is ineffable is conventionalised\nlanguage—the set of symbols which have crystalised a\nconsciousness smaller than the experience attained by\nman. The language that expresses Mystery, which is the\nthreshold to the truth, is Art.\nThe break-up stated by philosophy and proved by"}, {"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "12", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.14", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2357, "texte": "positive science, has already been articulated by Art. In\nsolitary cases, Art has even begun to articulate the new\nunified experience that will again bind men together in\nholiness and wholeness. But these statements, portents\nand Words are still too scattered to have impressed the\nmediocre minds (functions of the inertia, not of the\nintellect of Man) which control our universities and\nschools and churches, make our laws, rule our states and\nwrite almost all our books. These inert groups still act\nlike automata on assumptions that have lost all contact\nwith the evolving reality of man.* Their arguments\nare of course insincere rationalisations of defence against\nthe new experience which will wipe them out. For the\nold world, shattered, still persists. And on its side,\ninnumerable sophistries, dogmas, decorations, graces:\nagile postures, fine chisellings of sarcophagus, fine chop-\npings of logic. On the side of this death, an intricately\nsmooth-worn pleasant language. On the side of our\nbirth, only the harsh and gutteral beauty of new Words.\nIhese apologists of inertia are shrewd enough to\nknow that their worst enemies are the creators of art.\nThey know that the artist and the bringer of the Word\nare one. They know that their ancient forms must be\nsavagely defended against the explosive menace of new\nforms, new words for the new experience of man. For\npurposes of defence, they have erected other assump-\ntions beside those which I have mentioned, but for the\nmost part also unexpressed and treacherous and latent:\n1. Intellect is three dimensional, life is three dimen-\nsional: therefore\n2. Art must be three dimensional, and must remain\nthe presentative of three dimensional conscious-\nness.\n3. Art's function is to subserve—as documentation,\ncriticism, exposition, explanation, corroboration,\ndecoration—the status quo spiritual, intellectual\nand ethical, in which man finds himself at the\nmoment of encountering it. Therefore\n\n* The reality of man in my sense is that phase of absolute\nreality which has entered man's experience. I believe this reality\nto be expanding, although it may be perfectly true that this reality\nin America, A. D. 1900, is smaller than this reality in India, B. C.\n400. This reality is in relation to the \"reality\" of the literary real-\nists somewhat as a sphere is in relation to a fly speck on its surface."}, {"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "13", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1730, "texte": "4. Art must adhere to accepted norms of positive\nscience and psychology.\n5. Art must remain within the stated boundaries of\nthe consciousness of man.\nUpon these tenets of self-defence there is War.\nUpon the outworn bonds of a glorious but dying cul-\nture, there is War.\nUpon the \"honest\" critics who, consciously or un-\nconsciously are functions of this spiritual inertia, there\nis war.\nWe hold:\n1. Intellect is three dimensional, but intellect is as\ncapable of change and transfiguration as all living\norganism.\n2. Intellect has had increasing intimations of values\nand dimensions of life beyond the scope of its\nfixed symbols (language).\n3. Life is vastly dimensioned beyond intellect. In-\ntellect has, by a juncture with the supra-conscious\nforces of life, erected an instrument for the apper-\nception of life in its full dimensions.\n4. This instrument is Art. Art, by the elements of\nits creation, brings into the consciousness of mind\nquantities and values of life which mind alone is\nunable to perceive or control.\n5. The noblest function of art is, then, not to sub-\nserve the intellectually accepted forms of life; but\nto conquer new forms of life and to bring them\nwithin the reach of the intellect. Art is the lan-\nguage which expresses vision of being that has\nnot yet been conventionalised into simple word®\nand concepts.\n6. The domain of Art is therefore precisely beyond\nthe domains of science, philology and psychology.\nBut these domains are as materials within the\ndomain of art.\n7. Art conquers truth for the mind which autono-\nmously can conquer only fact.\n8. Inspired intellects have glimpsed certain truths\nstill largely alien from human experience. As that\na. Our sense of matter, space, time, thought is sub-"}, {"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "14", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.16", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1842, "texte": "jective, inadequate and untrue.\nb. Only the relativity of time, space, matter, etc.,\nare true.\nc. And true as measures not of Being, but of our\nconsciousness of being.\nd. Hence the laws of cause and effect, the laws of\nlogic, the laws of scientific research and experi-\nment, the laws of mathematics are sub specie\naeternitatis null and void.\ne. What has been accepted as cause and effect and\nabsolute sequence in time is mere juxt-\naposition in some superintellectual direction.\n112. Hence the laws governing the mechanics and\nforms of art are to be superseded.\ng. Our convictions of limits and individuals are\nmerely the limits of our present consciousness\nand may be superseded.\n9. In consesquence of these convictions, the art\nwhich adheres to the formed phenomena of intel-\nlect and sense is a weak, retroactive, atavistic art.\n10. The art that will articulate man's widening and\ndeepening participation in life, and make this par-\nticipation the base of human experience must\ncome in the guise of forms and words for which\nthe conventional criticism has no measure by the\nvery definition of that criticism as an intellectual\nadoption from previously created forms and\nwords.\nI\n11. Before the word is a word, it is a form of art.\nAfter the artform has become a cultural expe-\nrience, it is a word.\n12. Before the form of art can become a cultural ex-\nperience it must by means of criticism be natural-\nised into the domain of the intellect.\n13. Criticism can perform this function only when it\ncontacts the work of art on a common plane of\nspiritual and philosophical conviction.\n14. In periods of basic cultural transition, therefore,\nthe criticism which does not Btart out from meta-\nphysics and a true understanding of the religious\nexperience as I have explained the term, is idle,\nirrelevant, impotent and anti-social.\n\nWALDO FRANK."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaay-1924-01-c009", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaay_1924_01#c009", "volume": "bmtnaay_1924_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "15", "page_fin": "15", "image_debut": 17, "image_fin": 17, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.2.9", "titre_corps": "THE MOONLIGHT", "titre_sommaire": "THE MOONLIGHT", "signature_source": "YVOR WINTERS", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "15", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.17", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 376, "texte": "THE MOONLIGHT\nYVOR WINTERS.\nI waited on\nIn the late autumn moonlight,\nA train droning out of thought—\nThe mind on moonlight\nAnd on trains.\nBlind as a thread of water\nStirring through a cold like dust,\nLonely- beyond all silence\nAnd humming this to children,\nThe nostalgic listeners in sleep,\nBecause no guardian\nStrides through distance upon distance,\nHis eyes a web of sleep."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaay-1924-01-c010", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaay_1924_01#c010", "volume": "bmtnaay_1924_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "15", "page_fin": "15", "image_debut": 17, "image_fin": 17, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.2.10", "titre_corps": "TEW A SPRING", "titre_sommaire": "TEW A SPRING", "signature_source": "YVOR WINTERS", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "15", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.17", "debut_caractere": 378, "fin_caractere_exclue": 495, "texte": "TEW A SPRING\nYVOR WINTERS\nRed spring\nIn deep valleys\nThe peaehtree\nLies in shadow\nDeep as stone\nThe river\nIs unheard."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaay-1924-01-c011", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaay_1924_01#c011", "volume": "bmtnaay_1924_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "16", "page_fin": "19", "image_debut": 18, "image_fin": 21, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.2.11", "titre_corps": "OPEN LETTER TO THE NEW REPUBLIC", "titre_sommaire": "OPEN LETTER TO THE NEW REPUBLIC", "signature_source": "G.B. M", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "16", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.18", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2315, "texte": "OPEN LETTER TO THE NEW REPUBLIC\n\nSir: \"The official timers have not yet determined\nwhether, on pages 292-3, the non-stop kiss record is\nbroken or only tied.\" This sentence, patently jour-\nnalese, was committed by a reviewer who, unabashed by\nhis obscurity and unrecommended taste, announced con-\ncerning another novel: \"I am sending copies of his book\nto the readers most certain to appreciate it, to Lucian,\nAlexander Pope, Voltaire, T. L. Peacock and Heine.\"\n(J. K. Singleton, New Republic, Je. 27, '23). In a cate-\ngory of critical writing irreconcilable with the gauche\nsmart alecisms just enumerated lie the following re-\nmarks : \"The translation is in hexameters—not the\nmonotonous hexameters of Longfellow and Clough, but\nhexameters that have variety of stress. Longfellow and\nClough attempted to make the natural rhythm of the\nverse—the rhythm it would fall into if we were speaking\nit naturally—identical with the scansion rhythm—the\nrhythm we would give it if we attempted to put the six\nstresses on their proper syllables.\" Etc. (Padraic Colum,\nNew Republic, Jl. 11, '23). Mr. Colum is the expert\ntreating his subject with dispatch, precision and author-\nity and Mr. Singleton is the journalist straining to be\nfacetious. The New Republic by sanctioning both raises\nquestions: what is its standard of good literary criti-\ncism? what does it consider bad critical practice? what\nis its sense of responsibility toward its readers and\ntoward the literary milieu in which it is a force? To\nwhat extent does it share the prevalent and ingrained\nprejudice of journalism against the expert?\nFor journalism, as Mr. B. H. Haggin lately stated\n(New Pearson's, Jl., '23), makes a cult of incompetence.\nThe headline must be arresting and determines an arbi-\ntrary sequence. The column beneath it must present\nwhat is striking and what is entertaining; it must have\nbulk sufficient to pad out the advertising matter. Jour-\nnalism cannot be concerned with a sequence based upon\nintellectual values, or with space apportioned strictly to\nthe needs of elucidation, or with completeness of treat-\nment. Hence, it has no use for the literary expert and\nplenty of use for the reviewer who will fill an allotted\nspace with what is superficially striking and entertaining\nabout a book or more frequently about himself. Enter-"}, {"page_pdf": 19, "page_imprimee": "17", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.19", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2335, "texte": "tainment, in fact, has become an implied canon of criti-\ncism. \"But his audience soon grows weary, and while\nthe doctor looks myopically and somewhat askance at\nliterature, looks elsewhere for entertainment.\" (J. E. L.,\nNew Republic, Oct. 3,-'23). Of more dignity than the\nnotion of criticism as an entertaining knockabout turn\nat the expense of literature is the conception of criti-\ncism as persuasion, always the ruling conception in\nBritish and American literature. This conception holds\nthat criticism is an appendage to creative work, that the\nbest the critic can do is to play up those qualities of\nliterature which an advertising copywriter would call its\n\"human interest points,\" that the function of criticism\nis to induce or dissuade the reader to procure or from\nprocuring a certain book. Both entertainment and per-\nsuasion fit admirably into the journalistic scheme and\nboth constitute a large proportion of the New Repub-\nlic's critical columns. The center of interest in the two\ntypes of criticism named is in the audience; this coin-\ncides with the center of interest of journalism which, by\npleasing a wide public, gains a wide circulation. The\nexpert by being interested solely in his subject goes\ncounter to journalism and writes a criticism that is\nessentially supported statement, and in my opinion it is\nnot often that we read carefully supported statement in\nthe literary criticism published by the New Republic.\nSince the New Republic is one of the few American\norgans dedicated to intelligence which occasionally jus-\ntifies its professions, it is not unfitting to protest against\nthe impurities which surround such clarities as Mr.\nColum's, or Mr. Lovett's excellent period surveys built\naround Victorian memoirs, or Mr. Aiken's study of The\nWaste Land, or the specialist reports on books dealing\nwith such matters as the housing problem, prisons or\nimmigration.\nThe literary expert may be defined as a person of taste\nadequately regulated by knowledge and thought. As\nsuch, he is interested in saying more than simply \"I like\nor I dislike this book,\" or in recording the impressionis-\ntic spatter of images that has hopped through his mind\nwhile reading. His is an analytic intelligence and his\nabsorption, like that of experts in other fields, is in\ntechnic. He postulates criticism as an independent exer-"}, {"page_pdf": 20, "page_imprimee": "18", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.20", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2298, "texte": "cise, one which encompasses its stimulus and adds a\nterm to the appreciation of literature, namely, analytic\nunderstanding. He is likely to ask himself after writing\na criticism: have I reached the center of the work under\nsurvey ? have I considered in detail its claims to perma*\nnence? have I accounted for the means by which its\neffects were made, for its author's mode of apprehension\nas well as for his content? have I attained complete*\nness? And he will question his prose, its cadences and\nadjustments, before it will occur to this economical per-\nson to inquire if he has been entertaining or persuasive\nor striking, to ask whether he has performed what jour-\nnalism wants.\nThe literary expert, by reason of his knowing and his\nthinking, comes finally to display as a special earmark\nan uncanny awareness. He is vigilant in detecting his\nown latent assumptions and in dragging them out to\nexpression; he probes the assumptions, latent and ex-\npressed, of his assigned author. His awareness is his\nsafeguard against such inexpert and unaware writing as\nMr. Robert Littell's Waldo Frank (New Republic, Sept.\n26, 23). Mr. Littell declared at the outset and again\nmid-way that he did not \"really understand what he\n(Frank) was after,\"and \"nothing would induce me to\nre-read the book (Rahab) in order to find out,\" thereby\nconvicting himself of a refusal to prepare thoroughly on\na topic to which his reactions were cloudy. Honest, but\nhardly the procedure of an expert who is willing to\nresign when his limitations interfere with his grasp.\nThe principal point, however, is that when Mr. Littell\nwrites of certain excerpts from The Dark Mother that\nthey are \"the product of a way of thinking which may\nbe called the delusion of Oneness\" and nothing more, he\nis operating on latent, not expressed assumptions, and\nhe does not supply us with data sufficient to articulate\nhis case for him. To what branch of positivism does he\nadhere? Upon what is the mysticism of Waldo Frank\nfounded? How has he measured his positivism against\nFrank's mysticism and gained the victory for himself?\nAs a positivist attacking the \"delusion\" of a mystic, what\ndoes he think of that trend of modern science and\nmodern nescience to which contemporary mysticism\nrefers for corroboration? In short, Mr. Littell is un-"}, {"page_pdf": 21, "page_imprimee": "19", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.21", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1668, "texte": "scientific in that he publicly scrutinizes neither his own\npremises nor those of Mr. Frank.\nIn perplexity at the confusion I have outlined, I ask\nof the New Republic, is it deliberately a showroom for\nall manner of critical writing, bad and good, for all\nkinds of approaches, exploded and tested?\nWoodstock, N. Y. Gorham B. Munson.\nNote: Mr. Robert Littell is an editor of the New\nRepublic who may be introduced, according to docu-\nmentary evidence in my hands, as a man who believes\nthat in proportion to the specialization of thinking and\nwriting visible in a critique, that critique becomes less\ngood. He also distrusts most attempts to get down to\nfundamentals and readily admits his superficiality.\nThe above letter was written at his request. \"Ac-\ncordingly, I cordially invite you to attack me, the New\nRepublic and the critical standards and methods of\neither the person or the journal to the extent of, say, 800\nwords, which we shall publish immediately as a letter.\nYou can make it as hot as you like. It will all go\nthrough. If you have so much to disagree with—with\nour attitude toward the reader and the specialist, this,\nfor your sake as well as ours, should be publicly rather\nthan privately stated.\" (R. Littell, letter of Sept. 24,\n'23). There followed a hurry-up letter before I could\nfinish my statement. Eventually, the statement, which\nunfortunately had to be 1100 words long to cover the\nissue, reached the office of Mr. Littell. Silence for\nseveral weeks and then came a request to cut it to 800\nwords, which would have meant an incomplete attack.\nThe invited guest declined to mutilate himself, and the\ndoor slammed curtly in his face.-\n\nG.B.M."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaay-1924-01-c012", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaay_1924_01#c012", "volume": "bmtnaay_1924_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "20", "page_fin": "20", "image_debut": 22, "image_fin": 22, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.2.12", "titre_corps": "THE RESURRECTION", "titre_sommaire": "THE RESURRECTION", "signature_source": "YVOR WINTERS", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 22, "page_imprimee": "20", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.22", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 385, "texte": "THE RESURRECTION\nYVOR WINTERS\nSpring penetrated\nSlowly\nTo the doorstep\nWhere the enow lay\nIn gray patches—\nMarch was pale*\nThe stallion\nStood like water\nIn cold shade\nOn riven soil.\nThe trees were bare as glass\nAbout the open doors.\nLeal was dead.\nAnd still his wife\nCarried in pine-logs\nSplit, and yellow like a man's hair—\nWet earth, shadow of the winter,\nMotionless beside the door."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaay-1924-01-c013", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaay_1924_01#c013", "volume": "bmtnaay_1924_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "21", "page_fin": "30", "image_debut": 23, "image_fin": 32, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.2.13", "titre_corps": "A PROGRESSION", "titre_sommaire": "A PROGRESSION", "signature_source": "KENNETH BURKE", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 23, "page_imprimee": "21", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.23", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2235, "texte": "A PROGRESSION\n\nSo all these people are adding their mite to the for-\ntune of Mr. Dougherty. That little bald-headed man,\nior instance, is head of the bookkeeping department;\nosily last week he was publicly lauded by Mr. Dougherty\nhimself for working out a system which would take care\nof the new factory in Hoboken. He is evidently wor-\nried, say 3 something over-hasty to the treasurer, comes\ndown the green plush carpet on the run; so that the\ntreasurer winks at the filing clerk, who winks back,\nhoping thereby—in accordance with a vague enough\niogic—that he will get his five-dollar raise next Friday.\nAs Miss Rosenberg's typewriter goes tink at the end of\nthe line, Mrs. Murdock's typewriter is just being charged\nwith a white sheet and two carbons, and the typewriter\nof the new girl in the corner leaps into the beginning of\na new paragraph. A man from one of the departments\nupstairs passes the head of the bookkeeping department,\nwhile an office boy is crossing the room diagonally, steer-\ning among the desks.\nDougherty had evidently done right to wait for Grif-\nfiths to call him. \"Never let 'm think you're too\nanxious, that's my philosophy,\" he said in the direc-\ntion of his private secretary. Then he dismissed his\ndesk completely, lighted a cigar, and went over to the\nwindow. lie could see down twelve floors of the build-\ning opposite him before it dropped on out of sight;\nlooking up, he could see five floors before the partly\ndrawn blind cut him off.\nBut it was already after four; Mr. Dougherty would\nhave to be starting home soon if he did not want to get\ncaught in the rush hour. He slapped shut a few\ndrawers, put some papers somewhere else, got his hat\nand coat out of the wardrobe, and left. As he stepped\nfrom his private office into the general offices, the ripple\nof prestige preceded him. An aisle was cleared through\nthe comers and goers; the operator put her best into a\n\"Good evening, Mr. Dougherty\"; the elevator boy caught\nthe door half-way as he was closing it, and held his car\nfor Mr. Dougherty; downstairs, the starter saluted pro-\nfessionally; then Mr. Dougherty stepped out into the\nstreet.\nObjects moved. Things passed irregularly, some slick\nand shiny, some looming up and approaching like a"}, {"page_pdf": 24, "page_imprimee": "22", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.24", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2228, "texte": "broadside, some wheezing. Others crossed, went down,\nwent up, bunched, shot ahead. One peculiarly agitateu\ndivision kept working in and out, crying. He moved\nhimself among shapes, sizes and directions. The wind\nof an approaching storm writhed through a gulch, but\nhe was firm in his resolution, and drew close the flap-\npings of his mantle. He advanced, steering himself\nwithout question.\nSuddenly he swerved, dipped behind two other figures\nthat were moving to cross him, and plunged into a warm,\nbreathy chamber, descending into the thick smells. He\nreached a platform in time to catch the local which was\njust pulling in; he took it, changing for the express at\nChambers Street.\nThe first fifteen minutes or so of the ride was carried\noff without anything unusual occurring. In fact, the\ntrain had already pulled out of the station at 116 th\nStreet without the hint of a catastrophe. But there the\ntracks become temporarily exposed, running high in the\nopen for a disturbingly long time before they would\ndive into the protecting earth again. Suddenly a swarm\nof airplanes descended on the train, buzzing about it,\nflying in among one another, dipping at the cars, and\nswooping up and over them. As one airplane drew up\nfor a moment alongside the speeding cars, it became\nclearly evident that it was filled with Indians. And\njudging from the hideous expression on their faces,\nthey were giving war-whoops, although nothing could\nbe heard but the spitting of the airplane engines and\nthe rolling of the car wheels. Then something shot out\nof the airplane, breaking the window directly in front of\nMr. Dougherty. A second later he was lassoed firmly\nabout the waist, jerked out of the window, and hauled\nrudely into the airplane, the swarm of them disappear-\ning toward the south, flying all the way to one of the\ndeserted islands in the South Seas, in fact, where they\nkilled Mr. Dougherty and ate him, which recalls the\nsomewhat similar case of Ellery Smith.\nOn returning home one night over a not particularly\ndifficult road to his farm less than a mile out of town\n—further, there was even a full moon—Smith lowered\nthe bars of the pasture gate and discovered that he was\nin an unknown country. He started back to town; but"}, {"page_pdf": 25, "page_imprimee": "23", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.25", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2176, "texte": "if *own w?3 Bone* Between that and early morning\nwhen, crawling with open arms toward the broad, clean\nsun, he fell into the abandoned quarry south of Crow\nHill, and broke his neck.\nBut there is this difference: that Ellery Smith suffered\nmishaps of an obviously superhuman or metaphysical\nimport, whereas the loss of Mr. Dougherty bears heavily\nupon one of the most deplorable parodoxes in all the\nlength and breadth of modern society. For in Heaven's\nname, how can we without blushing speak of Progress\nwhen we mean thereby the invention of a mechanism\nthanks to whose ingenuity not only can remote and\nseemingly inaccessible places be reached by methods\nwhich at one time would have appeared almost Divine,\nbut also the unscrupulous can utilize as still another\naccessory to rapine and murder! This, I say, is nothing\nother than a vomit in the face of that Higher Idea of\nProgress, which takes into account, besides the increase\nin man's scope of mechanical effectiveness, also a con-\ncomitant chastening of the spirit; which, burning away\nthrough education all dross of savagery, leaves the great-\nest of God's creatures with a mental and moral equip-\nment capable of putting to the complete—and undefiled\n—advantage of society those super-tools which our rest-\nless ingenuity has fashioned.\nHow, for instance, to take the problem up from yet\nanother angle, can a society consider itself anything but\nridiculous wherein the man of thorough and well-\ndigested learning, the scholar and the philosopher, finds\nhis liberties infringed upon by the meanest superstition-\nmonger, the lowliest believer in e;hosts? Pursuing the\nmatter still more deeply, we see that scholarship itself\ncannot exclude those persons of a weaker mental muscle\nwho, lifting the burden of much learning upon their\nshoulders, display thereby how miserably unfit their\nframe is for sustaining it. My mind runs at this point\nto the case of M. Henri Basle, a member of several\nlearned organizations in France, and an excellent stylist\nas well, but yet whom I must quote as a muster of dark\nand crooked thinking:\n\"From behind thick smears of trees and the an*\nevenness of the ground—which, in addition, was"}, {"page_pdf": 26, "page_imprimee": "24", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.26", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2277, "texte": "covered with a tall grass—you could see certain\nparts of the upper story of the house. Especially,\nif you had had courage enough to climb inside the\nwall. A gravel path wound toward the house, and\na boy once took a stone from this path and threw it\nat one of the windows. Where the hole was made\nin the glass, a butterfly fluttered away, the boy\ndying that same evening. . . . All this happened,\nit is true, before my time; but I did see the house\nand the gravel path which led up to it, and I have\nheard noises come from it with my own ears. . . .\nIf I remember rightly, it was constructed of some\ndull grey stone, which had been made even duller\nby the soot coming from the mills along the river.\"\nIn the above quotation kindly notice first of all that\nthe writer's honesty has proved even greater than his\ncredulity. It is more than significant that in the very\nparagraph which aims to plead for ghosts the author's\ncharacteristic circumstantiality contains the germs of the\nrebuttal. If this man had seen the butterfly, I should be\nmuch more inclined to waver in my denouncement of\nthe whole thing as either quackery or superstition.\nThen again, if ghosts really do exist, how are we to\ndispose of the problem of their propagation? For if the\nghost is the simulacrum of the human, by what logical\nstep can it be denied the possession of male or female\norgans, whichever the case may be? Or, if the posses-\nsession of these is granted, by what further logical step\ncould it be maintained that the ghosts were barren? Yet\nthere are no more so-called ghosts than there have been\npeople to contain them. And if the body is rotted, and\nthe soul is in Heaven, Hell, or Purgatory, what is there\nleft whereof a ghost could be constructed? Nothing but\nthe memory of man, which is to say, nothing. For\nmemory is a mere inclination of the worms of the brain,\nlike the leaning of tall grass after a storm.\nTherefore, there are no ghosts. The invention of the\nghost is a mere northern aberration, with an origin that\nis easily felt when one considers the blunt mists rising\nfrom our bogs, or if one has happened to observe the\nbroad blossoms of fog which frequently nose through\nour dark forests. If we will even grant that one could\nwish there were ghosts, to sift about the rooms of a"}, {"page_pdf": 27, "page_imprimee": "25", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.27", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2361, "texte": "deserted mansion, or blow down low corridors, serving,\nin short, to counteract the increasing blatancy of our\ncustoms. The truth is that these unearthly existences\nabout us are not ghosts, but ghouls, or demons, devoid\nof all this austere, ghastly poetry. They are hard little\npebbles of malice, and cancers of envy, and running\nsores of hatred, and like the Great Bent Master of them\nall, quick moving, keenly intelligent, and fiery-tongued.\nFiery-tongued,\" I say, for at times when I consider\nthe idiocy of those who maintain that the devil's tongue\nis rounded, I marvel that I could hold my peace even so\nably as I have. For why, I ask, if the devil's tongue\nis rounded or even has that soft amorphousness at the\nend which is the property of the tongues of humans and\ncattle should we associate the lascivious with those\nthings which protrude in points? You have but to cast\none glance upon the azalea when it is flourishing at the\nheight of its lubricity to become convinced that the\ntongue of the devil is as dart-like as a flame, and as\ndisastrous as that object—if we could call a flame such\n—when it penetrates into the vase of the ear. And ah,\nChrist! what ill-formed dreams come frequently of this\ncopulation. But I am being led by passion to wander\nfrom the topic—for there are times when a passion will\nengross me much the way a blood-hunger will engross a\ngnat; the gnat (or in some parts of the country I should\nbetter speak of a black-fly and in others a punky, while\nI believe the sand-fly of the southeastern beaches is also\nsimilar) when it has at last succeeded in alighting and\npenetrating the skin and the water under the skin, falls\ninto such a rage of feasting that it seems to forget every-\nthing else, even the necessity of fleeing to preserve it-\nself, so that the bitten party can approach his thumb\nwith leisure and crush the life out of it without its so\nmuch as attempting to leave the well it has sunk into\nthe flesh. But let me close this digression abruptly, and\nstep forth now, once and for all, and declare myself as\navowedly against the round-tonguers and the soft-\ntonguers as I am against the Black Angel himself.\nYet, almost without knowing it, I find that we are\nnaturally prone to over-stress the darker phases of a\nsubject; applying which to the present writing would\nmean that there was a constant danger of giving too"}, {"page_pdf": 28, "page_imprimee": "26", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.28", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2223, "texte": "inucli to the devil and his horde, and not enough to\nGod. So I consider this decidedly more pleasant aspect\nof the child Argubot, whose father and mother always\ntold the truth, told the truth so much, in fact, that while\nArgubot was still young the King came and had his\nmother s ears cut off, while his father was put to death.\nThereafter the boy lived alone with his widowed mother,\nwho still told the truth even though her husband was\ndead and her ears were cut off.\nBut Argubot never told the truth at all. Once when\nhe was late for supper, his mother asked him where he\nhad been, and he said that he had been out with the\nghost of his father riding on the moon. His mother\nsaid that he was untrue, and that he had fallen asleep\nm the hay, and called him to be whipped. But Argubot\nsaid that his mother must not whip him, because his\nfather told him he would be King some day. So that\nhis mother had to put the whip back behind the stove\nunused, for the ghost of his father might have taken the\nlittle boy for a ride on the moon, and she had always\nfelt that Argubot was going to be King some day. At\nother times he told similar perplexing falsehoods.\nUntil the poor woman didn't know what to do. She\nwanted her boy to be honest, like herself and her dead\nhusband, whom the King had killed; for she didn't\nwant him to become another untrue King. She puzzled\nfor many days how that she could prove that her son\nwas not true, so that she could whip him. Although she\nwas very poor, she gave a candle to Mother Mary. Then\na plan came to her; but she would have to tell a lie.\nShe hesitated for a long time, finally deciding that she\nmust do so for the sake of her son.\nShe went to a neighbor at the far end of the town,\nwhose cat had kittens, and asked for one small black\nkitten. Then she came home again and called Argubot\nto her. \"Little son, I have brought you three kittens,\nbut that you may not get tired of them, you may have\nonly one of them at a time. But as all the three kittens\nare nearly alike, it will be hard to tell them apart. But\nif you look into their eyes, you can tell them apart, for\ntheir eyes are different. One is called Big-Eyes, because\nthe black of bis eyes is always as big as the whole eye; I"}, {"page_pdf": 29, "page_imprimee": "27", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.29", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2242, "texte": "will let Big-Eyes come to bed with you; if you awake\nin the night, and are afraid, just move your toes under\nthe blanket, and Big-Eyes will tumble and prance at\nthem. The second is called Little-Eyes, because the\nblack of his eyes is only a slit; he is a lazy fellow, and\nat noontime you will find him stretched in the sun on\nthe back door-step. The third is called Medium-Sized\nEyes, because the black of his eyes is neither big, nor is\nit just a slit; you can play with Medium-Sized Eyes in\nthe mornings and afternoons, but be careful of him, for\nhe is the liveliest of the three, and is liable to scratch\nyou.\"\nBut Big-Eyes, Little-Eyes and Medium-Sized Eyes\nwere all one kitten, although Argubot did not know it.\nFor at night a cat's eyes are big, and at noon they are\nvery small, while in the morning and the afternoon they\nare neither big nor small. And the widow was sorry\nthat she had been untrue, but she stood by her plan and\nwaited to see what would come of it.\nThe next morning, when they were eating their por-\nridge, she asked Argubot about the kittens, and he said\nhe awoke and was afraid, but he didn't have to call\nher because Big-Eyes was there and played with his\ntoes. And his mother said nothing. . . . The next\nmorning after that, when they were eating their por-\nridge again, she asked him about the kittens and he said\nthat he awoke and was afraid, but he didn't have to call\nher because Big-Eyes was there and played with his\ntoes. And again his mother said nothing. . . . But the\nthird morning, when she asked him about the kittens,\nArgubot exclaimed, \"Oh, mother, Big-Eyes and Little-\nEyes and Medium-Sized Eyes were all three on my bed\nlast night.\" And now his mother knew that he was\nuntrue, and she went behind the stove to get her whip.\nBut Argubot ran out of the house and became King.\nAnd when he was King, he despatched a messenger\nto the south, telling him to bring back a cat with big\neyes, and one with little eyes, and one with medium-\nsized eyes. But the messenger returned cold and hun-\ngry, and fell before King Argubot, saying, \"My Sire, I\ncould not contain the cats, for some evil spirit changed\nthem in the bag. . . . The first day, I caught a cat\nwith medium-sized eyes, and put him in my hunting-"}, {"page_pdf": 30, "page_imprimee": "28", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.30", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2099, "texte": "bag, but when I rested that night and looked at him,\nthere was another cat like him in his place, but hie\neyes were big. 'Very well,' said I, 'we will let this be\nour big-eyed cat.' The next noon I caught a cat with\nlittle eyes, but when I sat down to rest in the afternoon\nI looked at him and his eyes were medium-sized. 'Very\nwell,' said I, 'we will let this be our cat with medium'\nsized eyes.' And the third day at noon I caught another\ncat with little eyes, and returned home, happy in that\nI had fulfilled the commission of my Lord. But after\ntrudging all day I came upon the castle at nightfall, only\nto find that all three cats had eyes as big as the full\nmoon.\"\nKing Argubot was displeased, and despatched the\nsame messenger to the north with the same mission, but\nthe result was no better. Then he sent other messengers\nin other directions, and they all returned with the same\ntale. Thereupon the King had all the messengers\nthrown into the dungeon.\nThe King was sad, and went out into his garden. But\nhere a good fairy appeared before him and said that if\nhe would release all the messengers from the dungeon,\nthe three cats would be given him. He did so, and\nthey were.\nThen he sent the messengers out over the land again,\nthis time to find his old widowed mother, if she was still\nalive. And they returned with his mother, bringing her\nbefore the King, but she did not recognize that he was\nher son.\n\"Old woman,\" he said to her severely, \"do you see\nthat cat at my feet?\" and he pointed to the three cats\nwhich the fairy had given him. \"Now I pick it up and\nits eyes are big. I put it down and pick it up again and\nits eyes are little. I put it down and pick it up a third\ntime, and its eyes are medium-sized. Is not that so?\"\nAnd the old woman began to weep, and said, \"Please,\nmy Lord, but it is not so. There are three cats at the\nfeet of my Lord.'*\nThen King Argubot roared out with anger, so that the\nold woman began to tremble, \"What! does this old\nwoman dare to gainsay the King!\"\n\"Please, my Lord,\" she sighed, \"but I lost my dear\nson, once when I was untrue. And although I can"}, {"page_pdf": 31, "page_imprimee": "29", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.31", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2455, "texte": "not understand it,1 must tell the truth, even though it\ncost me my head, even as it cost me the head of my\nhusband many years ago.\" King Argubot was sure that\nthis was his mother before him, and he told her who he\nwas, and stepped down from his throne, and led her\ninto a great banquet prepared for her.\nSoon after this, King Argubot, hearing of a beautiful\nprincess who was weaving a golden garment of a golden\nthread on a golden loom, but who lived in a country\nArery far off, went in search of her to make her Queen,\nwhen at last he found her, she looked upon him and\nfainted with love, so that she broke the skein of gold\nwith which she was weaving. But there was a curse\nupon this princess, whereby, if it should ever happen\nthat this golden thread was broken, she was doomed to\ndie nine months after that time.\nThe King and his Queen began wandering to fling off\nthe curse; by royal decree, thousands of witches and\nugly old women were burned; but the curse could not\nbe flung off, so that at the predestined date the Queen\ndied, after giving birth to a Prince, who lived on after\nher. King Argubot returned to his own country, and\nmourned for five years. Then, finding that his people\nwere at the mercy of usurers, he had all money-lenders\nput to death, and devoted himself to the welfare of his\nkingdom, at the same time teaching the young Prince\nalso to love and protect his subjects.*\nSo wisely did King Argubot pilot his kingdom that all\nwho were good became favored and happy, while the\nmalicious and the scheming among them could not\nflourish nor take root, so that finally they crossed the\nborder into other countries. And when at last it was\ntime for the King to die, all his subjects threw down\ntheir tools and neglected their crops, allowing pests of\nall sorts to spring up among them; for, they said, they\n\n* *\n* Not to be confused with a later Prince Argubot, of a different\nlineage, and of whom it is recorded: While walking on the sea-\nshore and thinking of the problems that beset his kingdom—most\nespecially the pestilence which at that time was raging in the\nlarger cities—Prince Argubot was suddenly conducted away on a\ncarpet of zephyrs, and into an intensification of beauty which was\nbeyond the endurance of mortal eye. When he was returned to\nearth, little children hid at the mention of his name, and old men\nmarveled that their Prince, once so kind to his people, should\nhave grown more cruel than even his uncle before him."}, {"page_pdf": 32, "page_imprimee": "30", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.32", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 629, "texte": "wanted to die with their King. But when the King\nheard of this, he blessed his people, but asked that if\nthey still heard his authority they should return to their\ntasks, so that his corpse might not be buried in a land\nof desolation. And the people, hearing of this, returned\nto the fields and the work-benches, that a thriving state\nmight be maintained as a monument to their beloved\nmonarch.\nSoon after, King Argubot breathed his last, and as his\nsoul rose out of the window, the voice of his Angel-Wife\nwas heard calling him to her couch in Heaven. 0, glory\nof their re-union in that gentle land above the sky!\n\nKENNETH BURKE"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaay-1924-01-c014", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaay_1924_01#c014", "volume": "bmtnaay_1924_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "30", "page_fin": "31", "image_debut": 32, "image_fin": 33, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.2.14", "titre_corps": "Galimathias. By Matthew Josephson. New York: Broom. $1.", "titre_sommaire": "Galimathias. By Matthew Josephson. New York: Broom. $1.", "signature_source": "GORHAM B. MUNSON", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 32, "page_imprimee": "30", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.32", "debut_caractere": 631, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1566, "texte": "TINKERING WITH WORDS\nGalimathias. By Matthew Josephson. New York:\nBroom. $1.\n\nJosephson has an admirable ear. Controlled by it,\nhis lines never fail to please by a springiness, a clean\nmetallic ring, and a flexible pace. He is sufficiently\nskilful to distort grammar into beautiful libertinage,\nand at times he succeeds in subtracting subject-\nmatter almost entirely from his poems so that they\nare sustained principally by their non-representative\nqualities. Thus, he is in danger of violating the in-\nherent ideational and representative properties of\nliterature for the sake of music and \"abstract\" design.\nThe other unifying element in his little volume is\nlooser and personal, and results from a limitation of his\nsubject-matter. In one of his Etudes, Josephson ex-\npresses his satisfaction at returning from a mountain-\ntop to a locked-in valley: \"we are within our microcosm\nagain! And the sensibility to which these poems refer"}, {"page_pdf": 33, "page_imprimee": "31", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.33", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1988, "texte": "is appallingly microscopic. All those major areas of\nhuman life upon which the great artists are driven to\ncrucify themselves, Josephson eschews or fears, and\nexploits instead with more intensity than they permit\nthe superficial regions of personality. A form of senti-\nmentality, for it is essentially emotion in excess of the\nfact. He does not take his trivial fact and draw out\nor distort its inherent proportions until it becomes\nhumorous. He transfers emotion that properly should\nfind some larger outlet and treats his fact in terms of\nthe borrowed emotion. Hence, hysteria rather than\nhumor. So, from a false and hidden angle, he gives us\npoems upon an urge to miction, lassitude, a mimic and\nfanciful dispute among table vegetables, the pursuit of\nhimself by a homosexual, the destruction of an after-\nnoon by the light striking of a stranger's cane against\nhis knee. He even gives two specimens of light verse\nthat Oliver Herford or Arthur Guiterman might equal.\nIt is easy to surmise that this lack of any fundamental\nattitude toward life, this indulgence in trivial fancy,\nmake him especially susceptible to influences which\nswallow him with little resistance. However, he has\nthe cunning to pick influences new to American poetry,\n•—The Lay of Maldoro, Gertrude Stein, the dadaists,—\nand so his work glitters with a novel reflected brilliance.\nAt the same time one is depressed by an emptiness in\nback of his shrillest exclamations, the emptiness of one\nwho cannot create his own artistic world and assimilate\ninto it the stronger poets he reads.\nGalimathias is a notebook of experiments, a deposi-\ntory of good lines and of three excellent poems,—the\nfirst, second and fourth Etudes. It even makes one\nhope that its author may as a sensibility outgrow his\ntimidity, grasp a sense of proportion toward his fool-\neries, and develop a rhythm of personal vision, a pro-\ngression into maturity of thought and feeling, to accom-\npany his real gift for verbalism.\n\nGORHAM B. MUNSON."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaay-1924-01-c015", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaay_1924_01#c015", "volume": "bmtnaay_1924_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "32", "page_fin": "32", "image_debut": 34, "image_fin": 34, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.2.15", "titre_corps": "THE AMERICAN MURKURY", "titre_sommaire": "THE AMERICAN MURKURY", "signature_source": "G.B. M", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 34, "page_imprimee": "32", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.34", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1726, "texte": "THE AMERICAN MURKURY\nG.B.M.\nA few people hoped that Mencken and Nathan, freed\nfrom The Smart Set, would transcend several of their\neditorial limitations. They buy No. 1 of The American\ny» Therein an article by Ernest Boyd entitled\nAesthete: Model 1924. It annoys a few writers who are\nreally intelligent enough to disregard derisive gestures\nof this calibre. But they make a fuss, a journalist con-\ntributes a mess of trivialities (one finally gets the im-\npression that Boyd had no actuality in mind when he\nwrote this thing, or at least no specific persons in mind\nis this cowardice?), finally Bodenheim squeals once\nmore over Cowley's devastating critique of him. We\nmust get back to the trivial source of this trivial dis-\nturbance. Aesthete: Model 1924 is a veiled attack, it\nis a composite and in this case therefore untrue portrait\nsince writers who have nothing in common but their\nage are telescoped together to produce inconsistencies,\nit is a piece of mud-slinging bristling with gratuitous\ninferences of log-rolling, ignorance, perversity, etc. In-\nstead of clarifying the existing situation, this article is\ncalculated to make it murkier.\nI commend The American Mercury to the following\npublics:\n1. Liberated adolescents who wish to kick up their\nheels.\n2. The middle or muddle generation in American\nLetters.\n3. Blockheads who think that Masters is a great poet.\nI think that Bob Littell, Burton Rascoe and J. V. A.\nWeaver ought to like it.\n\"O rain gently descending and 1 am bored,\" Cowley\nwrote in a totally different connection. lam too bored\nto amplify or specify, too bored. . . .\nIn a totally different connection, jh remarked, it\ncontains nothing for adult education. I think that\ncovers our new magazine."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaay-1924-01-c016", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaay_1924_01#c016", "volume": "bmtnaay_1924_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[33]", "page_fin": "[33]", "image_debut": 35, "image_fin": 35, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.2.16", "titre_corps": "EXPLANATORY", "titre_sommaire": "EXPLANATORY", "signature_source": "GORHAM B. MUNSON", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 35, "page_imprimee": "[33]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.35", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1139, "texte": "EXPLANATORY\nGORHAM B. MUNSON\nSecession number three was edited solely by Matthew\nJosephson, though a note to that effect was unfortu-\nnately omitted. I take this late opportunity to disclaim\nany responsibility for Peep Peep Parrish, a short story\nby Josephson printed in that number.\nSecession number four contained a mutilation for\nwhich I was in no way responsible of the sixth poem\nby Mr. Richard Ashton. I have apologized fully in\nprivate for this smirching of our editorial honor, and\nwish now simply to make the fact of my apology public.\nMatthew Josephson resigned as director after number\nfour. The differences were literary as well as man-\nagerial.\nThe printing of Secession numbers five and six was\nentrusted to Mr. John Brooks Wheelwright, who kindly\noffered to supervise their production in Florence. But\nit is regrettably necessary to state that Mr. Wheelwright\nalso assumed editorial duties in the matters of revision,\ncomment and acceptance, and it is perhaps fairest to\nMr. Burke and myself to shift the entire responsibility\nfor these issues upon Mr. Wheelwright.\nSecession is now printed in America under my sole\ncontrol."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaay-1924-01-c017", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaay_1924_01#c017", "volume": "bmtnaay_1924_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[34]", "page_fin": "[34]", "image_debut": 36, "image_fin": 36, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.2.17", "titre_corps": "\"The total effect of fhe new ideas is to make the", "titre_sommaire": "\"The total effect of fhe new ideas is to make the", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 36, "page_imprimee": "[34]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.36", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 723, "texte": "\"The total effect of fhe new ideas is to make the uni-\nverse of physics less objective; to an unsuspected extent\nthis indifferent universe, with its iron laws, is a product\nof our own minds. To some extent this fact was always\nrecognized, particularly by the Continental physicists,\nbut as a general persuasion it is comparatively recent.\nWe cannot escape the structure of our own minds, it\nia true, but we do not yet know what that structure is;\nwe do not know what barriers are breakable; we do\nnot know what thoughts are thinkable by man. A uni-\nverse in whose construction so plastic and mysterious\nan entity as the mind of man collaborates, may very\nwell hold great surprizes,\"—J. W. N. Sullivan in Aspects\nof Science."}]}], "pages_ocr_originales": [{"page_pdf": 1, "page_imprimee": "couv. 1", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.1", "texte": "SECESSION\n1924\nWINTER\n25 Cents"}, {"page_pdf": 2, "page_imprimee": "n. p.", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.2", "texte": "/ . DIRECTOR: GORHAM B. MUNSON\n»\nAddress: 144 West 11th Street, New York, N. Y.\nNUMBER SEVEN WINTER\nr\n1924\n\nNOTES\nFor permission to reprint the second part of \"For the\nMarriage of Faustus and Helen\" Secession is indebted\nto Mr. Harold A. Loeb, editor of Broom. Part two\nappeared under the title of \"The Springs of Guilty\nSong\" in Broom, January, 1923.\n\"For a Declaration of War\" is one of the essays in-\ncluded in Salvos by Waldo Frank, to be published\nshortly by Boni and Liveright.\nThe resignation of Mr. Kenneth Burke as a director\nof Secession is announced with regret. To Mr. Burke's\npassion for letters, fighting spirit and corrective vision,\nthe magazine owes much.\nNo further subscriptions for Secession will be ac-\ncepted. In accordance with the statement published\nin the first number, the magazine will suspend in April,\n1924."}, {"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "1", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.3", "texte": "FOR THE MARRIAGE OF FAUSTUS AND HELEN\nBen Jonson.\n\"And so we may arrive by Talmud skill\nAnd profane Greek to raise the building up\nOf Helen's house against the Ismaelite,\nKing of Thogarma, and his habergeons\nBrimstony, blue and fiery; and the force\nOf King Abaddon, and the beast of Cittim;\nWhich Rabbi David Kimchi9 Onkelos9\nAnd Aben Ezra do interpret Rome\"\n\nI\nThe mind has shown itself at times\nToo much the baked and labeled dough\nDivided by accepted multitudes.\nAcross the stacked partitions of the day—\nAcross the memoranda, baseball scores,\nThe stenographic smiles and stock quotations\nSmutty wings flash out equivocations.\nThe mind is brushed by sparrow wings;\nNumbers, rebuffed by asphalt, crowd\nThe margins of the day, accent the curbs,\nConvoying diverse dawns on every corner\nTo druggist, barber and tobacconist,\nUntil the graduate opacities of evening\nTake them away as suddenly to somewhere\nVirginal perhaps, less fragmentary, cool.\nThere is the world dimensional\nFor those untwisted by the love\nOf things irreconcilable .\nAnd yet, suppose some evening I forgot\nThe fare and transfer, yet got by that way\nWithout recall,—lost yet poised in traffic:\nThen I might find your eyes across an aisle,\nStill flickering with those prefigurations—\nProdigal, yet uncontested now,\nHalf-riant before the jerky window frame.\nThere is some way, I think, to touch\nThose hands of yours that count the nights\nStippled with pink and green advertisements."}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "2", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.4", "texte": "And now before its arteries turn dark\nI would have you meet this bartered blood.\nImminent in his dream, none better knows\nThe white wafer cheek of love, or offers words\nLightly as moonlight on the eaves meets snow.\nReflective conversion of all things\nAt your deep blush, when ecstacies thread\nThe limbs and belly, when rainbows spread\nImpinging on the throat and sides .\nInevitable, the body of the world\nWeeps in inventive dust for the hiatus\nThat winks above it, bluet in your breasts.\nThe earth may glide diaphanous to death;\nBut if I lift my arms it is to bend\nTo you who turned away once, Helen, knowing\nThe press of troubled hands, too alternate\nWith steel and soil to hold you endlessly.\nI meet you, therefore, in that eventual flame\nYou found in final chains, no captive then—\nBeyond their million brittle, bloodshot eyes;\nWhite, through white cities passed on to assume\nThat world which comes to each of us alone.\nAccept a lone eye riveted to your plane,\nBent axle of devotion along companion ways\nThat beat, continuous, to hourless days—\nOne inconspicuous, glowing orb of praise.\n\nII\nBrazen hypnotics glitter here;\nGlee shifts from foot to foot,\nMagnetic to their tremulo.\nThis crashing opera bouffe,\nBlest excursion! this ricochet\nFrom roof to roof—\nKnow, Olympians, we are breathless\nWhile nigger cupids scour the stars!\nA thousand light shrugs balance us\nThrough snarling hails of melody.\nWhite shadows slip across the floor"}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "3", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.5", "texte": "Splayed like cards from a loose hand;\nRhythmic ellipses lead into canters\nUntil somewhere a rooster banters.\nGreet naively—yet intrepidly\nNew soothings, new amazements\nThat cornets introduce at every turn—\nAnd you may fall downstairs with me\nWith perfect grace and equanimity:\nOr, plaintively scud past shores\nWhere, by strange harmonic laws\nAll relatives, serene and cool,\nSit rocked in patent arm chairs.\nO, I have known metallic paradises\nWhere cuckoos clucked to finches\nAbove the deft catastrophies of drums;\nWhile titters hailed the groans of death\nBeneath gyrating awnings I have seen\nThe incunabula of the divine grotesque.\nThis music has a reassuring way.\nThe siren of the springs of guilty song—\nLet us take her on the incandescent wax\nStriated with nuances, nervosities\nThat we are heir to: she is still so young,\nWe cannot frown upon her as she smiles,\nDipping here in this cultivated storm\nAmong slim skaters of the gardened skies.\n\nIII\nCapped arbiter of beauty in this street\nThat narrows darkly into motor dawn,—\nYou, here beside me, delicate ambassador\nOf intricate slain numbers that arise\nIn whispers, naked of steel;\nreligious gunman!\nWho faithfully, yourself, will fall too soon,\nAnd in other ways than as the wind settles\nOn the sixteen thrifty bridges of the city:\nLet us unbind our throats of fear and pity.\n\nWe even,\n\nWho drove speediest destruction"}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "4", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.6", "texte": "In corymbulous formations of mechanics,—\nWho hurried the hill breezes, spouting malice\nPlangent over meadows, and looked down\nOn rifts of torn and empty houses\nLike old women with teeth unjubilant\nThat waited faintly, briefly and in vain:\ni\nWe know, eternal gunman, our flesh remembers\nThe tensile boughs, the nimble blue plateaus,\nThe mounted, yielding cities of the air!\ni\nThat saddled sky that shook down vertical\nRepeated play of fire—no hypogeum\nOf waves or rock was good against an hour.\nWe did not ask for that, but have survived,\nAnd will persist to speak again before\nAll stubble streets that have not curved\nTo memory, or known the ominous lifted arm\nThat lowers down the arc of Helen's brow\nTo saturate with blessing and dismay.\nA goose, tobacco and cologne—\nThree winged and gold-shod prophesies of heaven,\nThe lavish heart shall always have, to leaven\nAnd spread with bells and voices, and atone\nThe abating shadows of our conscript dust.\nAnchises' navel, dripping of the sea,—\nThe hands Erasmus dipped in gleaming tides,\nGathered the voltage of blown blood and vine;\nDelve upward for the new and scattered wine,\nO brother-thief of time, that we recall.\nLaugh out the meager penance of their days\nWho dare not share with us the breath released,\nThe substance drilled and spent beyond repair\nFor golden, or the shadow of gold hair.\nDistinctly praise the years, whose volatile\nBlamed bleeding hands extend and thresh the height\nThe imagination spans beyond despair,\nOutpacing bargain, vocable, and prayer,\n\nHART CRANE"}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "5", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.7", "texte": "FOR A DECLARATION OF WAR\n\nA\nThose years, as I see them now, were years of initial\nmanoeuvering for war. Pitched battles and campaigns 1\nmay then have judged what were only guerilla sallies,\nskirmishes, movements of reconnaissance. The spiritual\nforces of America were in too great chaos for definitive\nand intelligent encounter. This is true today. But in\n1916 the confusion was enormous. Men did not know\ntheir enemies or their friends: they did not know them-\nselves.\nThe chief business of the American literary artist and\ncritic of those days was therefore the launching of a\ncall of rally. Primitive, lyrical, adolescent was our\nspiritual impulse; and were our spiritual leaders. The\nmen in whose lives or works revolt from the material\nfixities was best incarnate, appeal to a creative life most\neloquent and implicit, were the paramount figures. This\nexplains the emergence of the Chicago Group in whom\nthe note of protest and the paean call to \"life\" were\nsimplified and lovely. It was a time for individual\nforage, impetuous escapade, for the sweet rhetoric of\nthe emotions. There was no line of battle, no organized\nroll or standard: there were no Generals equipped with\nintelligence and strategic science to fortify their good\nwill. So there could be no veritable war. We who\nyearned to join the ranks of an Army not yet in existence\nspent ourselves largely in seeking comrades, in exchang-\ning signs of allegiance and in scanning the skies for sig-\nnals of the dawn at which the ranks should serry and\nthe true fight begin.\nThis state you will see was not one for the clear estab-\nlishment of standards: it was not one for criticism.\nWhen we are lost and anxious we look for warmth and\nthe assenting handclasp. We wander about in the con-\nfusing darkness. Some apparitions cheer and to these\nwe give the accolade: others seem to threaten and at\nthese we let fly an arrow. There are blunders and there\nare lucky hits. Plighted friends fall off: impulsively\njudged foes turn out to be friends. Measuring a chaotic\nworld we are in deed at grips with inner chaos. The\nrarest consummation in America is achieved personality.\nTo such there is no chaos anywhere."}, {"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "6", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.8", "texte": "The chaos is with us still. But we are at least so far\nadvanced in it that we know it to be chaos. And no\nlonger do the chaotic calls of rally . . . the salvos\nand arrows of confusion . . . impress us as ultimates\nin criticism or in creation. We know that even as art is\nfar more than expression, criticism is more than smiles\nand grimaces and frowns. We know that good will and\na vague sense of Spirit do not suffice for a spiritual\nleader. We realize that the leader must have the intel-\nlectual might to control the physical and passional\nforces of our world: not to condone or condole or lyric-\nise escape, but to make them over into a working milieu.\nAnd above all, we realize that criticism in its obstetrical\nfunction is due in America and has not yet arrived:\ncriticism which is the determining of potential values,\nnot the harping on values already spent; criticism which\nis the lifting up into the experience of the mind of the\nimpulses that make men write and read; criticism which\nshall draw the battle line, direct the blows, and release\nat last our intellectual youth from the confusion of its\nlarval struggle into the joy of consecrated war.\nB\nI speak of criticism and of war.\nIt is a great war: wider than America and deeper than\nthe issue of our generation; a war vastly more important\nthan any clash of states or social orders. It is the first\nspiritual war in which America may engage as a pro-\ntagonist and as an equal of Europe. It is the war of a\nnew consciousness, against the forms and language of a\ndying culture. The values and convictions which are in\nopposition have, however, remained for the most part\nlatent. Practically all that passes for criticism in book\nand magazine and journal is based upon tacit assump-\ntions of fundamental values which have themselves been\nchallenged and brought into transitory flux. Practically\nall that passes for criticism is hence not criticism at all.\nIn periods of admitted cultural status, criticism may\ndwell on the surface of personal opinion: since it shares\nthe base of its opponent. But clearly where the base\nitself is of the issue, criticism must begin by articulating\nits own foundation and by stating its reasons for not ac-\ncepting the foundations of the other side."}, {"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "7", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.9", "texte": "When new cultural foundations are erected the pro-\ncess is by the creating of new conceptions: Words\nwhereby these foundations enter the experience of man.\nSuch new words are forms of art. It is clear then that\nart today is an issue of the cultural shift. The roots\nof culture are philosophical; religious, ethical, aesthetic.\nThere can be no criticism for our modern world until\nthere is a modern philosophical synthesis. Without it.\nthe brightest and solemnest discussion is just as imperti-\nnent as the dullest.\nNeedless to say I cannot in this paper give even the\nmost shadowy sketch of the profound cultural structure\nthat is disappearing nor of the new one that is forming.\nThat is the subject of many books of which I pray for\nthe strength some day to write one. All that I can\ngather here is a sheathe of statements that may at least\nsuggest the immense seriousness of this spiritual war\n. . and the immense work that critics will have to\ndo ere they can talk better than gibberish .\npleasant or unpleasant . . . about the Moderns.\nC\nIt has been said more than once that the imperative\nof a culture is unity. Culture implies a Whole. If you\nconsider the word whole you will see the inclusiveness\nof this interpretation. In the old Anglo-Saxon, whole\nis hdl and from it comes halig which means holy. We\nhave from this root such words as hale, health, heal.\nThe sure articulation of our language has therefore\nsealed for us the ideational unity of wholeness, holiness,\nhaleness and health. The latin religare means to bind\ntogether, to make whole, to make one. From it we prob-\nably have our word religion. The two major sources\nof our language conjoin into this fundamental symbol.\nReligion in its true sense is the experience of being\nbound together in some universal principle related to\nour personal experience; i.e., it is the experience of\nwholesomeness, of holiness and of health. The experi-\nence of beauty is one of harmony between a subject and\nan object. This harmony may be biological as in the\ncase of a beautiful girl or horse. The beauty of a work\nof art is the communicable experience of a more basic\nwholeness inspired by a specific form. The great work"}, {"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "8", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.10", "texte": "ot art invests the individual with the ecstacy of par-\nticipation in the Whole. This function is not kin to\nthe religious, it is one with it. The great primal artists\nwere creators, prophets and sustainers of religion. This\nis no more true of the artists of ancient Egypt, Judea,\nAmerica than of the great moderns: Aeschylus, Dante,\nEl Greco, Bach, Blake, Spinoza, Whitman, etc., etc.\nAnd it is merely our inadequate perspective that makes\nless clear to us the religious basis of such a work as\nDon Quixote than of such a work as the Book of Job.\nMoreover, there can be no cultural exchange without a\nunity of basis. As an instance, there was no fundamental\ndissonance between the assumptions underlying Plato\nand Aristotle, the Egyptian mysteries, the Jewish Pro-\nphetic Wisdom: else Hellenism and Christianity could\nnot have been their organic successors.\nThere has been then for the entire term of History in\nthe Western world a common culture: a common Whole.\nThe matrix of this whole was a group of spiritual and\nintellectual convictions. In this matrix, the man of\nreligion and the artist worked, and from it the peoples\nlooked out upon the world. Here, with no attempt at\nthoroughness, are some of these convictions:\n1. Unity is truth. This is a universe, not a multiverse.\n2. Earth is the most important part of the universe.\nSun and stars revolve around it.\n3. Man is lord of the world of creature. He is physical\nlife's highest and ultimate expression.\n4. Man's reason is autonomous.\n5. Man's conception of reality is fundamentally cor-\nrect. This is so\na. Because the senses tell the truth;\nb. or because reason corrects the senses;\nc. or because God (Wisdom) supplements the\nsenses and cooperates with reason.\n6. God (or Gods, unified by the Greeks as well as by\nthe Hebrews) is good and is related to man's ex-\nperience.\n7. The exercise of reason tends towards happiness.\n8. The exercise of virtue tends toward blessedness.\n9. We know what is good and what is evil.\n10. We know what matter is, even if we cannot define it."}, {"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "9", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.11", "texte": "11. We know what thought is, even if we cannot de-\nfine it.\n12. Time and space are what they seem to be.\n13. Energy and matter are indestructible.\n14. The Law of cause and effect, upon which logic rests,\nis absolute.\n15. A man may be builded of myriad individuals . . .\nelectrons, atoms, cells, monads, etc. But man him-\nself is not such a particle. There are no individ-\nuals of which the instantaneous individual man is\npossibly a cellular, atomic or relational part.\n16. Intellect is three dimensional: and life is three\ndimensional.\nThese basal assumptions had various forms. Some\nlands stressed some of them, some epochs ignored others.\nMany of them were rejected by individuals whose re-\nvolt, however, did not adumbrate in the experience of\nthe race. They provide a rough estimate of the matrix\nwithin which civilization was born, and of the founda-\ntions in which it was reared and nurtured. Thinkers,\npoets, scientists and priests established them. Through\nthe aesthetic experience and the religious dogma they\nbased the experience, however unconsciously, of billions\nof men and women.\nThey are breaking up.\nThe process of their destruction, i.e., of the destruc-\ntion of the spiritual and experiential whole which their\nacceptance meant, left the sporadic and entered the or-\nganic state with such men as Copernicus, Bacon, Des-\ncartes, Spinoza. In the Nineteenth Century the process\naccelerated vastly. With such forces as Kant, Schopen-\nhauer, Darwin, Kelvin, Freud, the Non-Euclidean and\nn-dimensional mathematicians and with the apposite\nintroduction into Europe of Hindu religious ideas which\nhave always been based upon a deeper unity, the de-\nstructive work, on the intellectual plane, was practically\nrounded.\nThe war of which I speak is not this intellectual\nprocess of destruction. That war was restricted largely\nto the scientific and philosophical planes and is mostly\nover. The great war is one of the whole man ... of\nhis spiritual and emotional life: it is the world's resist-\nance to giving up the comfort of its old cultural whole:"}, {"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "10", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.12", "texte": "it is the emotional refusal to admit the new truths as\nexperience. It is the war between Inertia and the dis-\nplacing experience of a new synthesis, a new culture, a\nnew vision.\nThe reader who is at all aware will know that not a\nsingle one of these basal convictions has been spared,\nexcept the first.* And the first is the categorical im-\nperative of any culture, the expression of the social will\nto survive. It is a conviction whose mechanics in the\nindividual man is analagous to the instinct of the atom\nor cell to adhere in the major organism.\nThe key to our present anguish lies in the fact that\nwe have temporarily lost the power to support thi9\ncrucial first assumption. That is the reason of oui chaos\nand of our misery. To ascribe them to such symptoms\nas the European war or Industrialism or the machine is\ntoo shallow to need refutation among intelligent people.\nWhy, for instance, should the machine make for chaos?\nIf I want to cut a chunk of beef can not I do it more\nneatly with a knife than with my fingers or teeth? That\nknife is all machines. The machine is an extension of\nlimb, ear, eye and mouth. The fundamental machin-\nists were the inventors of wagons, oars, the fashioners of\nwords, the tamers of horses. Fulton, Morse, Marconi,\nare epigone. But just as the machine is good in con-\ntrolled hands, it is evil in the hands of a madman: in\nthe hands of a dissociated person. If I take a knife\nmade for cutting beef and wood, and run amok with it\namong my brothers, or set it up as a god or multiply it\nworshipfully in such numbers that there's no place left\nin my house for sitting down but a blade cuts my flesh,\ndo not be so absurd as to blame or abolish the good steel.\nWe are in misery because we have lost the control\nwhich comes with the experience of unity and whole-\nness. We are in misery because we are in chaos. We\nlive in fragmentary thoughts, desires, acts. Quite liter-\nally, the form of our life is decomposing. And that\nmeans death.\nWe are decomposing because the experiential assump-\ntions that held our culture together are on the wane,\nhaving intellectually been destroyed. The old spiritual\n\n* The significant Dada movement of Tristan Tzara is an attempt\nto articulate the rejection of this first principle."}, {"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "11", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.13", "texte": "body is breaking up. Ere we can be whole and hale\nagain, we must create a new spiritual body. And that\nmeans birth.\nThe travail of birth, like the persistence of inertia, is\nan inscrutable constant. In certain aspects, we call this\nwar. The war of which I speak is therefore the eternal\nwar between a death and a birth.\nIt is internecine and treacherous, because of the spo-\nradic way in which spiritual change is reported by the\ninadequate mind and is accepted by the conservative\nemotion. Philosophy has stated the break-up in the\nstupendous lineage which dates in metaphysic from\nSpinoza and in epistemology from Kant. Science has\nnegatively proven what philosophy, which can prove\nnothing, stated. Science has done this after a compla-\ncent period of positivism in which it ignored the intui-\ntions of the poets and the statements of the philosoph-\ners who had declared in a hundred tongues and in a\nhundred ways the disability of positive science logic to\nenter the domain of the noumenal: the disqualification\nof positive science from any contact with causes. But\nthis past arrogance of science is found today only among\njournalists and pedagogues who are always at least a\ncentury behind the times. The study of a Poincare or\nof an Einstein is pure of it. Positive science has achieved\nits greatest dignity in the admission of Nescience: the\nadmission of Mystery as the circumambient limit. It\nhas prepared the intellect to receive Mystery, but it does\nnot itself understand what Mystery is.\nTo the positive mind, Mystery means something out-\nside itself, a not-knowing, a balking and blanking of ex-\nperience. Whereas the experience of Mystery is the\nbeginning of participation in a truth merely beyond the\nscope of our accepted words. The man who receives\nMystery in his mind is already part of the truth: for\nMystery is the first apperception of truth and is ineffable\nonly in terms of inadequate language. Neither mystery\nnor truth is ineffable, as was taught by the shallow\nWilliam James. What is ineffable is conventionalised\nlanguage—the set of symbols which have crystalised a\nconsciousness smaller than the experience attained by\nman. The language that expresses Mystery, which is the\nthreshold to the truth, is Art.\nThe break-up stated by philosophy and proved by"}, {"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "12", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.14", "texte": "positive science, has already been articulated by Art. In\nsolitary cases, Art has even begun to articulate the new\nunified experience that will again bind men together in\nholiness and wholeness. But these statements, portents\nand Words are still too scattered to have impressed the\nmediocre minds (functions of the inertia, not of the\nintellect of Man) which control our universities and\nschools and churches, make our laws, rule our states and\nwrite almost all our books. These inert groups still act\nlike automata on assumptions that have lost all contact\nwith the evolving reality of man.* Their arguments\nare of course insincere rationalisations of defence against\nthe new experience which will wipe them out. For the\nold world, shattered, still persists. And on its side,\ninnumerable sophistries, dogmas, decorations, graces:\nagile postures, fine chisellings of sarcophagus, fine chop-\npings of logic. On the side of this death, an intricately\nsmooth-worn pleasant language. On the side of our\nbirth, only the harsh and gutteral beauty of new Words.\nIhese apologists of inertia are shrewd enough to\nknow that their worst enemies are the creators of art.\nThey know that the artist and the bringer of the Word\nare one. They know that their ancient forms must be\nsavagely defended against the explosive menace of new\nforms, new words for the new experience of man. For\npurposes of defence, they have erected other assump-\ntions beside those which I have mentioned, but for the\nmost part also unexpressed and treacherous and latent:\n1. Intellect is three dimensional, life is three dimen-\nsional: therefore\n2. Art must be three dimensional, and must remain\nthe presentative of three dimensional conscious-\nness.\n3. Art's function is to subserve—as documentation,\ncriticism, exposition, explanation, corroboration,\ndecoration—the status quo spiritual, intellectual\nand ethical, in which man finds himself at the\nmoment of encountering it. Therefore\n\n* The reality of man in my sense is that phase of absolute\nreality which has entered man's experience. I believe this reality\nto be expanding, although it may be perfectly true that this reality\nin America, A. D. 1900, is smaller than this reality in India, B. C.\n400. This reality is in relation to the \"reality\" of the literary real-\nists somewhat as a sphere is in relation to a fly speck on its surface."}, {"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "13", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.15", "texte": "4. Art must adhere to accepted norms of positive\nscience and psychology.\n5. Art must remain within the stated boundaries of\nthe consciousness of man.\nUpon these tenets of self-defence there is War.\nUpon the outworn bonds of a glorious but dying cul-\nture, there is War.\nUpon the \"honest\" critics who, consciously or un-\nconsciously are functions of this spiritual inertia, there\nis war.\nWe hold:\n1. Intellect is three dimensional, but intellect is as\ncapable of change and transfiguration as all living\norganism.\n2. Intellect has had increasing intimations of values\nand dimensions of life beyond the scope of its\nfixed symbols (language).\n3. Life is vastly dimensioned beyond intellect. In-\ntellect has, by a juncture with the supra-conscious\nforces of life, erected an instrument for the apper-\nception of life in its full dimensions.\n4. This instrument is Art. Art, by the elements of\nits creation, brings into the consciousness of mind\nquantities and values of life which mind alone is\nunable to perceive or control.\n5. The noblest function of art is, then, not to sub-\nserve the intellectually accepted forms of life; but\nto conquer new forms of life and to bring them\nwithin the reach of the intellect. Art is the lan-\nguage which expresses vision of being that has\nnot yet been conventionalised into simple word®\nand concepts.\n6. The domain of Art is therefore precisely beyond\nthe domains of science, philology and psychology.\nBut these domains are as materials within the\ndomain of art.\n7. Art conquers truth for the mind which autono-\nmously can conquer only fact.\n8. Inspired intellects have glimpsed certain truths\nstill largely alien from human experience. As that\na. Our sense of matter, space, time, thought is sub-"}, {"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "14", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.16", "texte": "jective, inadequate and untrue.\nb. Only the relativity of time, space, matter, etc.,\nare true.\nc. And true as measures not of Being, but of our\nconsciousness of being.\nd. Hence the laws of cause and effect, the laws of\nlogic, the laws of scientific research and experi-\nment, the laws of mathematics are sub specie\naeternitatis null and void.\ne. What has been accepted as cause and effect and\nabsolute sequence in time is mere juxt-\naposition in some superintellectual direction.\n112. Hence the laws governing the mechanics and\nforms of art are to be superseded.\ng. Our convictions of limits and individuals are\nmerely the limits of our present consciousness\nand may be superseded.\n9. In consesquence of these convictions, the art\nwhich adheres to the formed phenomena of intel-\nlect and sense is a weak, retroactive, atavistic art.\n10. The art that will articulate man's widening and\ndeepening participation in life, and make this par-\nticipation the base of human experience must\ncome in the guise of forms and words for which\nthe conventional criticism has no measure by the\nvery definition of that criticism as an intellectual\nadoption from previously created forms and\nwords.\nI\n11. Before the word is a word, it is a form of art.\nAfter the artform has become a cultural expe-\nrience, it is a word.\n12. Before the form of art can become a cultural ex-\nperience it must by means of criticism be natural-\nised into the domain of the intellect.\n13. Criticism can perform this function only when it\ncontacts the work of art on a common plane of\nspiritual and philosophical conviction.\n14. In periods of basic cultural transition, therefore,\nthe criticism which does not Btart out from meta-\nphysics and a true understanding of the religious\nexperience as I have explained the term, is idle,\nirrelevant, impotent and anti-social.\n\nWALDO FRANK."}, {"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "15", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.17", "texte": "THE MOONLIGHT\nYVOR WINTERS.\nI waited on\nIn the late autumn moonlight,\nA train droning out of thought—\nThe mind on moonlight\nAnd on trains.\nBlind as a thread of water\nStirring through a cold like dust,\nLonely- beyond all silence\nAnd humming this to children,\nThe nostalgic listeners in sleep,\nBecause no guardian\nStrides through distance upon distance,\nHis eyes a web of sleep.\n\nTEW A SPRING\nYVOR WINTERS\nRed spring\nIn deep valleys\nThe peaehtree\nLies in shadow\nDeep as stone\nThe river\nIs unheard."}, {"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "16", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.18", "texte": "OPEN LETTER TO THE NEW REPUBLIC\n\nSir: \"The official timers have not yet determined\nwhether, on pages 292-3, the non-stop kiss record is\nbroken or only tied.\" This sentence, patently jour-\nnalese, was committed by a reviewer who, unabashed by\nhis obscurity and unrecommended taste, announced con-\ncerning another novel: \"I am sending copies of his book\nto the readers most certain to appreciate it, to Lucian,\nAlexander Pope, Voltaire, T. L. Peacock and Heine.\"\n(J. K. Singleton, New Republic, Je. 27, '23). In a cate-\ngory of critical writing irreconcilable with the gauche\nsmart alecisms just enumerated lie the following re-\nmarks : \"The translation is in hexameters—not the\nmonotonous hexameters of Longfellow and Clough, but\nhexameters that have variety of stress. Longfellow and\nClough attempted to make the natural rhythm of the\nverse—the rhythm it would fall into if we were speaking\nit naturally—identical with the scansion rhythm—the\nrhythm we would give it if we attempted to put the six\nstresses on their proper syllables.\" Etc. (Padraic Colum,\nNew Republic, Jl. 11, '23). Mr. Colum is the expert\ntreating his subject with dispatch, precision and author-\nity and Mr. Singleton is the journalist straining to be\nfacetious. The New Republic by sanctioning both raises\nquestions: what is its standard of good literary criti-\ncism? what does it consider bad critical practice? what\nis its sense of responsibility toward its readers and\ntoward the literary milieu in which it is a force? To\nwhat extent does it share the prevalent and ingrained\nprejudice of journalism against the expert?\nFor journalism, as Mr. B. H. Haggin lately stated\n(New Pearson's, Jl., '23), makes a cult of incompetence.\nThe headline must be arresting and determines an arbi-\ntrary sequence. The column beneath it must present\nwhat is striking and what is entertaining; it must have\nbulk sufficient to pad out the advertising matter. Jour-\nnalism cannot be concerned with a sequence based upon\nintellectual values, or with space apportioned strictly to\nthe needs of elucidation, or with completeness of treat-\nment. Hence, it has no use for the literary expert and\nplenty of use for the reviewer who will fill an allotted\nspace with what is superficially striking and entertaining\nabout a book or more frequently about himself. Enter-"}, {"page_pdf": 19, "page_imprimee": "17", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.19", "texte": "tainment, in fact, has become an implied canon of criti-\ncism. \"But his audience soon grows weary, and while\nthe doctor looks myopically and somewhat askance at\nliterature, looks elsewhere for entertainment.\" (J. E. L.,\nNew Republic, Oct. 3,-'23). Of more dignity than the\nnotion of criticism as an entertaining knockabout turn\nat the expense of literature is the conception of criti-\ncism as persuasion, always the ruling conception in\nBritish and American literature. This conception holds\nthat criticism is an appendage to creative work, that the\nbest the critic can do is to play up those qualities of\nliterature which an advertising copywriter would call its\n\"human interest points,\" that the function of criticism\nis to induce or dissuade the reader to procure or from\nprocuring a certain book. Both entertainment and per-\nsuasion fit admirably into the journalistic scheme and\nboth constitute a large proportion of the New Repub-\nlic's critical columns. The center of interest in the two\ntypes of criticism named is in the audience; this coin-\ncides with the center of interest of journalism which, by\npleasing a wide public, gains a wide circulation. The\nexpert by being interested solely in his subject goes\ncounter to journalism and writes a criticism that is\nessentially supported statement, and in my opinion it is\nnot often that we read carefully supported statement in\nthe literary criticism published by the New Republic.\nSince the New Republic is one of the few American\norgans dedicated to intelligence which occasionally jus-\ntifies its professions, it is not unfitting to protest against\nthe impurities which surround such clarities as Mr.\nColum's, or Mr. Lovett's excellent period surveys built\naround Victorian memoirs, or Mr. Aiken's study of The\nWaste Land, or the specialist reports on books dealing\nwith such matters as the housing problem, prisons or\nimmigration.\nThe literary expert may be defined as a person of taste\nadequately regulated by knowledge and thought. As\nsuch, he is interested in saying more than simply \"I like\nor I dislike this book,\" or in recording the impressionis-\ntic spatter of images that has hopped through his mind\nwhile reading. His is an analytic intelligence and his\nabsorption, like that of experts in other fields, is in\ntechnic. He postulates criticism as an independent exer-"}, {"page_pdf": 20, "page_imprimee": "18", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.20", "texte": "cise, one which encompasses its stimulus and adds a\nterm to the appreciation of literature, namely, analytic\nunderstanding. He is likely to ask himself after writing\na criticism: have I reached the center of the work under\nsurvey ? have I considered in detail its claims to perma*\nnence? have I accounted for the means by which its\neffects were made, for its author's mode of apprehension\nas well as for his content? have I attained complete*\nness? And he will question his prose, its cadences and\nadjustments, before it will occur to this economical per-\nson to inquire if he has been entertaining or persuasive\nor striking, to ask whether he has performed what jour-\nnalism wants.\nThe literary expert, by reason of his knowing and his\nthinking, comes finally to display as a special earmark\nan uncanny awareness. He is vigilant in detecting his\nown latent assumptions and in dragging them out to\nexpression; he probes the assumptions, latent and ex-\npressed, of his assigned author. His awareness is his\nsafeguard against such inexpert and unaware writing as\nMr. Robert Littell's Waldo Frank (New Republic, Sept.\n26, 23). Mr. Littell declared at the outset and again\nmid-way that he did not \"really understand what he\n(Frank) was after,\"and \"nothing would induce me to\nre-read the book (Rahab) in order to find out,\" thereby\nconvicting himself of a refusal to prepare thoroughly on\na topic to which his reactions were cloudy. Honest, but\nhardly the procedure of an expert who is willing to\nresign when his limitations interfere with his grasp.\nThe principal point, however, is that when Mr. Littell\nwrites of certain excerpts from The Dark Mother that\nthey are \"the product of a way of thinking which may\nbe called the delusion of Oneness\" and nothing more, he\nis operating on latent, not expressed assumptions, and\nhe does not supply us with data sufficient to articulate\nhis case for him. To what branch of positivism does he\nadhere? Upon what is the mysticism of Waldo Frank\nfounded? How has he measured his positivism against\nFrank's mysticism and gained the victory for himself?\nAs a positivist attacking the \"delusion\" of a mystic, what\ndoes he think of that trend of modern science and\nmodern nescience to which contemporary mysticism\nrefers for corroboration? In short, Mr. Littell is un-"}, {"page_pdf": 21, "page_imprimee": "19", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.21", "texte": "scientific in that he publicly scrutinizes neither his own\npremises nor those of Mr. Frank.\nIn perplexity at the confusion I have outlined, I ask\nof the New Republic, is it deliberately a showroom for\nall manner of critical writing, bad and good, for all\nkinds of approaches, exploded and tested?\nWoodstock, N. Y. Gorham B. Munson.\nNote: Mr. Robert Littell is an editor of the New\nRepublic who may be introduced, according to docu-\nmentary evidence in my hands, as a man who believes\nthat in proportion to the specialization of thinking and\nwriting visible in a critique, that critique becomes less\ngood. He also distrusts most attempts to get down to\nfundamentals and readily admits his superficiality.\nThe above letter was written at his request. \"Ac-\ncordingly, I cordially invite you to attack me, the New\nRepublic and the critical standards and methods of\neither the person or the journal to the extent of, say, 800\nwords, which we shall publish immediately as a letter.\nYou can make it as hot as you like. It will all go\nthrough. If you have so much to disagree with—with\nour attitude toward the reader and the specialist, this,\nfor your sake as well as ours, should be publicly rather\nthan privately stated.\" (R. Littell, letter of Sept. 24,\n'23). There followed a hurry-up letter before I could\nfinish my statement. Eventually, the statement, which\nunfortunately had to be 1100 words long to cover the\nissue, reached the office of Mr. Littell. Silence for\nseveral weeks and then came a request to cut it to 800\nwords, which would have meant an incomplete attack.\nThe invited guest declined to mutilate himself, and the\ndoor slammed curtly in his face.-\n\nG.B.M."}, {"page_pdf": 22, "page_imprimee": "20", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.22", "texte": "THE RESURRECTION\nYVOR WINTERS\nSpring penetrated\nSlowly\nTo the doorstep\nWhere the enow lay\nIn gray patches—\nMarch was pale*\nThe stallion\nStood like water\nIn cold shade\nOn riven soil.\nThe trees were bare as glass\nAbout the open doors.\nLeal was dead.\nAnd still his wife\nCarried in pine-logs\nSplit, and yellow like a man's hair—\nWet earth, shadow of the winter,\nMotionless beside the door."}, {"page_pdf": 23, "page_imprimee": "21", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.23", "texte": "A PROGRESSION\n\nSo all these people are adding their mite to the for-\ntune of Mr. Dougherty. That little bald-headed man,\nior instance, is head of the bookkeeping department;\nosily last week he was publicly lauded by Mr. Dougherty\nhimself for working out a system which would take care\nof the new factory in Hoboken. He is evidently wor-\nried, say 3 something over-hasty to the treasurer, comes\ndown the green plush carpet on the run; so that the\ntreasurer winks at the filing clerk, who winks back,\nhoping thereby—in accordance with a vague enough\niogic—that he will get his five-dollar raise next Friday.\nAs Miss Rosenberg's typewriter goes tink at the end of\nthe line, Mrs. Murdock's typewriter is just being charged\nwith a white sheet and two carbons, and the typewriter\nof the new girl in the corner leaps into the beginning of\na new paragraph. A man from one of the departments\nupstairs passes the head of the bookkeeping department,\nwhile an office boy is crossing the room diagonally, steer-\ning among the desks.\nDougherty had evidently done right to wait for Grif-\nfiths to call him. \"Never let 'm think you're too\nanxious, that's my philosophy,\" he said in the direc-\ntion of his private secretary. Then he dismissed his\ndesk completely, lighted a cigar, and went over to the\nwindow. lie could see down twelve floors of the build-\ning opposite him before it dropped on out of sight;\nlooking up, he could see five floors before the partly\ndrawn blind cut him off.\nBut it was already after four; Mr. Dougherty would\nhave to be starting home soon if he did not want to get\ncaught in the rush hour. He slapped shut a few\ndrawers, put some papers somewhere else, got his hat\nand coat out of the wardrobe, and left. As he stepped\nfrom his private office into the general offices, the ripple\nof prestige preceded him. An aisle was cleared through\nthe comers and goers; the operator put her best into a\n\"Good evening, Mr. Dougherty\"; the elevator boy caught\nthe door half-way as he was closing it, and held his car\nfor Mr. Dougherty; downstairs, the starter saluted pro-\nfessionally; then Mr. Dougherty stepped out into the\nstreet.\nObjects moved. Things passed irregularly, some slick\nand shiny, some looming up and approaching like a"}, {"page_pdf": 24, "page_imprimee": "22", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.24", "texte": "broadside, some wheezing. Others crossed, went down,\nwent up, bunched, shot ahead. One peculiarly agitateu\ndivision kept working in and out, crying. He moved\nhimself among shapes, sizes and directions. The wind\nof an approaching storm writhed through a gulch, but\nhe was firm in his resolution, and drew close the flap-\npings of his mantle. He advanced, steering himself\nwithout question.\nSuddenly he swerved, dipped behind two other figures\nthat were moving to cross him, and plunged into a warm,\nbreathy chamber, descending into the thick smells. He\nreached a platform in time to catch the local which was\njust pulling in; he took it, changing for the express at\nChambers Street.\nThe first fifteen minutes or so of the ride was carried\noff without anything unusual occurring. In fact, the\ntrain had already pulled out of the station at 116 th\nStreet without the hint of a catastrophe. But there the\ntracks become temporarily exposed, running high in the\nopen for a disturbingly long time before they would\ndive into the protecting earth again. Suddenly a swarm\nof airplanes descended on the train, buzzing about it,\nflying in among one another, dipping at the cars, and\nswooping up and over them. As one airplane drew up\nfor a moment alongside the speeding cars, it became\nclearly evident that it was filled with Indians. And\njudging from the hideous expression on their faces,\nthey were giving war-whoops, although nothing could\nbe heard but the spitting of the airplane engines and\nthe rolling of the car wheels. Then something shot out\nof the airplane, breaking the window directly in front of\nMr. Dougherty. A second later he was lassoed firmly\nabout the waist, jerked out of the window, and hauled\nrudely into the airplane, the swarm of them disappear-\ning toward the south, flying all the way to one of the\ndeserted islands in the South Seas, in fact, where they\nkilled Mr. Dougherty and ate him, which recalls the\nsomewhat similar case of Ellery Smith.\nOn returning home one night over a not particularly\ndifficult road to his farm less than a mile out of town\n—further, there was even a full moon—Smith lowered\nthe bars of the pasture gate and discovered that he was\nin an unknown country. He started back to town; but"}, {"page_pdf": 25, "page_imprimee": "23", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.25", "texte": "if *own w?3 Bone* Between that and early morning\nwhen, crawling with open arms toward the broad, clean\nsun, he fell into the abandoned quarry south of Crow\nHill, and broke his neck.\nBut there is this difference: that Ellery Smith suffered\nmishaps of an obviously superhuman or metaphysical\nimport, whereas the loss of Mr. Dougherty bears heavily\nupon one of the most deplorable parodoxes in all the\nlength and breadth of modern society. For in Heaven's\nname, how can we without blushing speak of Progress\nwhen we mean thereby the invention of a mechanism\nthanks to whose ingenuity not only can remote and\nseemingly inaccessible places be reached by methods\nwhich at one time would have appeared almost Divine,\nbut also the unscrupulous can utilize as still another\naccessory to rapine and murder! This, I say, is nothing\nother than a vomit in the face of that Higher Idea of\nProgress, which takes into account, besides the increase\nin man's scope of mechanical effectiveness, also a con-\ncomitant chastening of the spirit; which, burning away\nthrough education all dross of savagery, leaves the great-\nest of God's creatures with a mental and moral equip-\nment capable of putting to the complete—and undefiled\n—advantage of society those super-tools which our rest-\nless ingenuity has fashioned.\nHow, for instance, to take the problem up from yet\nanother angle, can a society consider itself anything but\nridiculous wherein the man of thorough and well-\ndigested learning, the scholar and the philosopher, finds\nhis liberties infringed upon by the meanest superstition-\nmonger, the lowliest believer in e;hosts? Pursuing the\nmatter still more deeply, we see that scholarship itself\ncannot exclude those persons of a weaker mental muscle\nwho, lifting the burden of much learning upon their\nshoulders, display thereby how miserably unfit their\nframe is for sustaining it. My mind runs at this point\nto the case of M. Henri Basle, a member of several\nlearned organizations in France, and an excellent stylist\nas well, but yet whom I must quote as a muster of dark\nand crooked thinking:\n\"From behind thick smears of trees and the an*\nevenness of the ground—which, in addition, was"}, {"page_pdf": 26, "page_imprimee": "24", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.26", "texte": "covered with a tall grass—you could see certain\nparts of the upper story of the house. Especially,\nif you had had courage enough to climb inside the\nwall. A gravel path wound toward the house, and\na boy once took a stone from this path and threw it\nat one of the windows. Where the hole was made\nin the glass, a butterfly fluttered away, the boy\ndying that same evening. . . . All this happened,\nit is true, before my time; but I did see the house\nand the gravel path which led up to it, and I have\nheard noises come from it with my own ears. . . .\nIf I remember rightly, it was constructed of some\ndull grey stone, which had been made even duller\nby the soot coming from the mills along the river.\"\nIn the above quotation kindly notice first of all that\nthe writer's honesty has proved even greater than his\ncredulity. It is more than significant that in the very\nparagraph which aims to plead for ghosts the author's\ncharacteristic circumstantiality contains the germs of the\nrebuttal. If this man had seen the butterfly, I should be\nmuch more inclined to waver in my denouncement of\nthe whole thing as either quackery or superstition.\nThen again, if ghosts really do exist, how are we to\ndispose of the problem of their propagation? For if the\nghost is the simulacrum of the human, by what logical\nstep can it be denied the possession of male or female\norgans, whichever the case may be? Or, if the posses-\nsession of these is granted, by what further logical step\ncould it be maintained that the ghosts were barren? Yet\nthere are no more so-called ghosts than there have been\npeople to contain them. And if the body is rotted, and\nthe soul is in Heaven, Hell, or Purgatory, what is there\nleft whereof a ghost could be constructed? Nothing but\nthe memory of man, which is to say, nothing. For\nmemory is a mere inclination of the worms of the brain,\nlike the leaning of tall grass after a storm.\nTherefore, there are no ghosts. The invention of the\nghost is a mere northern aberration, with an origin that\nis easily felt when one considers the blunt mists rising\nfrom our bogs, or if one has happened to observe the\nbroad blossoms of fog which frequently nose through\nour dark forests. If we will even grant that one could\nwish there were ghosts, to sift about the rooms of a"}, {"page_pdf": 27, "page_imprimee": "25", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.27", "texte": "deserted mansion, or blow down low corridors, serving,\nin short, to counteract the increasing blatancy of our\ncustoms. The truth is that these unearthly existences\nabout us are not ghosts, but ghouls, or demons, devoid\nof all this austere, ghastly poetry. They are hard little\npebbles of malice, and cancers of envy, and running\nsores of hatred, and like the Great Bent Master of them\nall, quick moving, keenly intelligent, and fiery-tongued.\nFiery-tongued,\" I say, for at times when I consider\nthe idiocy of those who maintain that the devil's tongue\nis rounded, I marvel that I could hold my peace even so\nably as I have. For why, I ask, if the devil's tongue\nis rounded or even has that soft amorphousness at the\nend which is the property of the tongues of humans and\ncattle should we associate the lascivious with those\nthings which protrude in points? You have but to cast\none glance upon the azalea when it is flourishing at the\nheight of its lubricity to become convinced that the\ntongue of the devil is as dart-like as a flame, and as\ndisastrous as that object—if we could call a flame such\n—when it penetrates into the vase of the ear. And ah,\nChrist! what ill-formed dreams come frequently of this\ncopulation. But I am being led by passion to wander\nfrom the topic—for there are times when a passion will\nengross me much the way a blood-hunger will engross a\ngnat; the gnat (or in some parts of the country I should\nbetter speak of a black-fly and in others a punky, while\nI believe the sand-fly of the southeastern beaches is also\nsimilar) when it has at last succeeded in alighting and\npenetrating the skin and the water under the skin, falls\ninto such a rage of feasting that it seems to forget every-\nthing else, even the necessity of fleeing to preserve it-\nself, so that the bitten party can approach his thumb\nwith leisure and crush the life out of it without its so\nmuch as attempting to leave the well it has sunk into\nthe flesh. But let me close this digression abruptly, and\nstep forth now, once and for all, and declare myself as\navowedly against the round-tonguers and the soft-\ntonguers as I am against the Black Angel himself.\nYet, almost without knowing it, I find that we are\nnaturally prone to over-stress the darker phases of a\nsubject; applying which to the present writing would\nmean that there was a constant danger of giving too"}, {"page_pdf": 28, "page_imprimee": "26", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.28", "texte": "inucli to the devil and his horde, and not enough to\nGod. So I consider this decidedly more pleasant aspect\nof the child Argubot, whose father and mother always\ntold the truth, told the truth so much, in fact, that while\nArgubot was still young the King came and had his\nmother s ears cut off, while his father was put to death.\nThereafter the boy lived alone with his widowed mother,\nwho still told the truth even though her husband was\ndead and her ears were cut off.\nBut Argubot never told the truth at all. Once when\nhe was late for supper, his mother asked him where he\nhad been, and he said that he had been out with the\nghost of his father riding on the moon. His mother\nsaid that he was untrue, and that he had fallen asleep\nm the hay, and called him to be whipped. But Argubot\nsaid that his mother must not whip him, because his\nfather told him he would be King some day. So that\nhis mother had to put the whip back behind the stove\nunused, for the ghost of his father might have taken the\nlittle boy for a ride on the moon, and she had always\nfelt that Argubot was going to be King some day. At\nother times he told similar perplexing falsehoods.\nUntil the poor woman didn't know what to do. She\nwanted her boy to be honest, like herself and her dead\nhusband, whom the King had killed; for she didn't\nwant him to become another untrue King. She puzzled\nfor many days how that she could prove that her son\nwas not true, so that she could whip him. Although she\nwas very poor, she gave a candle to Mother Mary. Then\na plan came to her; but she would have to tell a lie.\nShe hesitated for a long time, finally deciding that she\nmust do so for the sake of her son.\nShe went to a neighbor at the far end of the town,\nwhose cat had kittens, and asked for one small black\nkitten. Then she came home again and called Argubot\nto her. \"Little son, I have brought you three kittens,\nbut that you may not get tired of them, you may have\nonly one of them at a time. But as all the three kittens\nare nearly alike, it will be hard to tell them apart. But\nif you look into their eyes, you can tell them apart, for\ntheir eyes are different. One is called Big-Eyes, because\nthe black of bis eyes is always as big as the whole eye; I"}, {"page_pdf": 29, "page_imprimee": "27", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.29", "texte": "will let Big-Eyes come to bed with you; if you awake\nin the night, and are afraid, just move your toes under\nthe blanket, and Big-Eyes will tumble and prance at\nthem. The second is called Little-Eyes, because the\nblack of his eyes is only a slit; he is a lazy fellow, and\nat noontime you will find him stretched in the sun on\nthe back door-step. The third is called Medium-Sized\nEyes, because the black of his eyes is neither big, nor is\nit just a slit; you can play with Medium-Sized Eyes in\nthe mornings and afternoons, but be careful of him, for\nhe is the liveliest of the three, and is liable to scratch\nyou.\"\nBut Big-Eyes, Little-Eyes and Medium-Sized Eyes\nwere all one kitten, although Argubot did not know it.\nFor at night a cat's eyes are big, and at noon they are\nvery small, while in the morning and the afternoon they\nare neither big nor small. And the widow was sorry\nthat she had been untrue, but she stood by her plan and\nwaited to see what would come of it.\nThe next morning, when they were eating their por-\nridge, she asked Argubot about the kittens, and he said\nhe awoke and was afraid, but he didn't have to call\nher because Big-Eyes was there and played with his\ntoes. And his mother said nothing. . . . The next\nmorning after that, when they were eating their por-\nridge again, she asked him about the kittens and he said\nthat he awoke and was afraid, but he didn't have to call\nher because Big-Eyes was there and played with his\ntoes. And again his mother said nothing. . . . But the\nthird morning, when she asked him about the kittens,\nArgubot exclaimed, \"Oh, mother, Big-Eyes and Little-\nEyes and Medium-Sized Eyes were all three on my bed\nlast night.\" And now his mother knew that he was\nuntrue, and she went behind the stove to get her whip.\nBut Argubot ran out of the house and became King.\nAnd when he was King, he despatched a messenger\nto the south, telling him to bring back a cat with big\neyes, and one with little eyes, and one with medium-\nsized eyes. But the messenger returned cold and hun-\ngry, and fell before King Argubot, saying, \"My Sire, I\ncould not contain the cats, for some evil spirit changed\nthem in the bag. . . . The first day, I caught a cat\nwith medium-sized eyes, and put him in my hunting-"}, {"page_pdf": 30, "page_imprimee": "28", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.30", "texte": "bag, but when I rested that night and looked at him,\nthere was another cat like him in his place, but hie\neyes were big. 'Very well,' said I, 'we will let this be\nour big-eyed cat.' The next noon I caught a cat with\nlittle eyes, but when I sat down to rest in the afternoon\nI looked at him and his eyes were medium-sized. 'Very\nwell,' said I, 'we will let this be our cat with medium'\nsized eyes.' And the third day at noon I caught another\ncat with little eyes, and returned home, happy in that\nI had fulfilled the commission of my Lord. But after\ntrudging all day I came upon the castle at nightfall, only\nto find that all three cats had eyes as big as the full\nmoon.\"\nKing Argubot was displeased, and despatched the\nsame messenger to the north with the same mission, but\nthe result was no better. Then he sent other messengers\nin other directions, and they all returned with the same\ntale. Thereupon the King had all the messengers\nthrown into the dungeon.\nThe King was sad, and went out into his garden. But\nhere a good fairy appeared before him and said that if\nhe would release all the messengers from the dungeon,\nthe three cats would be given him. He did so, and\nthey were.\nThen he sent the messengers out over the land again,\nthis time to find his old widowed mother, if she was still\nalive. And they returned with his mother, bringing her\nbefore the King, but she did not recognize that he was\nher son.\n\"Old woman,\" he said to her severely, \"do you see\nthat cat at my feet?\" and he pointed to the three cats\nwhich the fairy had given him. \"Now I pick it up and\nits eyes are big. I put it down and pick it up again and\nits eyes are little. I put it down and pick it up a third\ntime, and its eyes are medium-sized. Is not that so?\"\nAnd the old woman began to weep, and said, \"Please,\nmy Lord, but it is not so. There are three cats at the\nfeet of my Lord.'*\nThen King Argubot roared out with anger, so that the\nold woman began to tremble, \"What! does this old\nwoman dare to gainsay the King!\"\n\"Please, my Lord,\" she sighed, \"but I lost my dear\nson, once when I was untrue. And although I can"}, {"page_pdf": 31, "page_imprimee": "29", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.31", "texte": "not understand it,1 must tell the truth, even though it\ncost me my head, even as it cost me the head of my\nhusband many years ago.\" King Argubot was sure that\nthis was his mother before him, and he told her who he\nwas, and stepped down from his throne, and led her\ninto a great banquet prepared for her.\nSoon after this, King Argubot, hearing of a beautiful\nprincess who was weaving a golden garment of a golden\nthread on a golden loom, but who lived in a country\nArery far off, went in search of her to make her Queen,\nwhen at last he found her, she looked upon him and\nfainted with love, so that she broke the skein of gold\nwith which she was weaving. But there was a curse\nupon this princess, whereby, if it should ever happen\nthat this golden thread was broken, she was doomed to\ndie nine months after that time.\nThe King and his Queen began wandering to fling off\nthe curse; by royal decree, thousands of witches and\nugly old women were burned; but the curse could not\nbe flung off, so that at the predestined date the Queen\ndied, after giving birth to a Prince, who lived on after\nher. King Argubot returned to his own country, and\nmourned for five years. Then, finding that his people\nwere at the mercy of usurers, he had all money-lenders\nput to death, and devoted himself to the welfare of his\nkingdom, at the same time teaching the young Prince\nalso to love and protect his subjects.*\nSo wisely did King Argubot pilot his kingdom that all\nwho were good became favored and happy, while the\nmalicious and the scheming among them could not\nflourish nor take root, so that finally they crossed the\nborder into other countries. And when at last it was\ntime for the King to die, all his subjects threw down\ntheir tools and neglected their crops, allowing pests of\nall sorts to spring up among them; for, they said, they\n\n* *\n* Not to be confused with a later Prince Argubot, of a different\nlineage, and of whom it is recorded: While walking on the sea-\nshore and thinking of the problems that beset his kingdom—most\nespecially the pestilence which at that time was raging in the\nlarger cities—Prince Argubot was suddenly conducted away on a\ncarpet of zephyrs, and into an intensification of beauty which was\nbeyond the endurance of mortal eye. When he was returned to\nearth, little children hid at the mention of his name, and old men\nmarveled that their Prince, once so kind to his people, should\nhave grown more cruel than even his uncle before him."}, {"page_pdf": 32, "page_imprimee": "30", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.32", "texte": "wanted to die with their King. But when the King\nheard of this, he blessed his people, but asked that if\nthey still heard his authority they should return to their\ntasks, so that his corpse might not be buried in a land\nof desolation. And the people, hearing of this, returned\nto the fields and the work-benches, that a thriving state\nmight be maintained as a monument to their beloved\nmonarch.\nSoon after, King Argubot breathed his last, and as his\nsoul rose out of the window, the voice of his Angel-Wife\nwas heard calling him to her couch in Heaven. 0, glory\nof their re-union in that gentle land above the sky!\n\nKENNETH BURKE\n\nTINKERING WITH WORDS\nGalimathias. By Matthew Josephson. New York:\nBroom. $1.\n\nJosephson has an admirable ear. Controlled by it,\nhis lines never fail to please by a springiness, a clean\nmetallic ring, and a flexible pace. He is sufficiently\nskilful to distort grammar into beautiful libertinage,\nand at times he succeeds in subtracting subject-\nmatter almost entirely from his poems so that they\nare sustained principally by their non-representative\nqualities. Thus, he is in danger of violating the in-\nherent ideational and representative properties of\nliterature for the sake of music and \"abstract\" design.\nThe other unifying element in his little volume is\nlooser and personal, and results from a limitation of his\nsubject-matter. In one of his Etudes, Josephson ex-\npresses his satisfaction at returning from a mountain-\ntop to a locked-in valley: \"we are within our microcosm\nagain! And the sensibility to which these poems refer"}, {"page_pdf": 33, "page_imprimee": "31", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.33", "texte": "is appallingly microscopic. All those major areas of\nhuman life upon which the great artists are driven to\ncrucify themselves, Josephson eschews or fears, and\nexploits instead with more intensity than they permit\nthe superficial regions of personality. A form of senti-\nmentality, for it is essentially emotion in excess of the\nfact. He does not take his trivial fact and draw out\nor distort its inherent proportions until it becomes\nhumorous. He transfers emotion that properly should\nfind some larger outlet and treats his fact in terms of\nthe borrowed emotion. Hence, hysteria rather than\nhumor. So, from a false and hidden angle, he gives us\npoems upon an urge to miction, lassitude, a mimic and\nfanciful dispute among table vegetables, the pursuit of\nhimself by a homosexual, the destruction of an after-\nnoon by the light striking of a stranger's cane against\nhis knee. He even gives two specimens of light verse\nthat Oliver Herford or Arthur Guiterman might equal.\nIt is easy to surmise that this lack of any fundamental\nattitude toward life, this indulgence in trivial fancy,\nmake him especially susceptible to influences which\nswallow him with little resistance. However, he has\nthe cunning to pick influences new to American poetry,\n•—The Lay of Maldoro, Gertrude Stein, the dadaists,—\nand so his work glitters with a novel reflected brilliance.\nAt the same time one is depressed by an emptiness in\nback of his shrillest exclamations, the emptiness of one\nwho cannot create his own artistic world and assimilate\ninto it the stronger poets he reads.\nGalimathias is a notebook of experiments, a deposi-\ntory of good lines and of three excellent poems,—the\nfirst, second and fourth Etudes. It even makes one\nhope that its author may as a sensibility outgrow his\ntimidity, grasp a sense of proportion toward his fool-\neries, and develop a rhythm of personal vision, a pro-\ngression into maturity of thought and feeling, to accom-\npany his real gift for verbalism.\n\nGORHAM B. MUNSON."}, {"page_pdf": 34, "page_imprimee": "32", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.34", "texte": "THE AMERICAN MURKURY\nG.B.M.\nA few people hoped that Mencken and Nathan, freed\nfrom The Smart Set, would transcend several of their\neditorial limitations. They buy No. 1 of The American\ny» Therein an article by Ernest Boyd entitled\nAesthete: Model 1924. It annoys a few writers who are\nreally intelligent enough to disregard derisive gestures\nof this calibre. But they make a fuss, a journalist con-\ntributes a mess of trivialities (one finally gets the im-\npression that Boyd had no actuality in mind when he\nwrote this thing, or at least no specific persons in mind\nis this cowardice?), finally Bodenheim squeals once\nmore over Cowley's devastating critique of him. We\nmust get back to the trivial source of this trivial dis-\nturbance. Aesthete: Model 1924 is a veiled attack, it\nis a composite and in this case therefore untrue portrait\nsince writers who have nothing in common but their\nage are telescoped together to produce inconsistencies,\nit is a piece of mud-slinging bristling with gratuitous\ninferences of log-rolling, ignorance, perversity, etc. In-\nstead of clarifying the existing situation, this article is\ncalculated to make it murkier.\nI commend The American Mercury to the following\npublics:\n1. Liberated adolescents who wish to kick up their\nheels.\n2. The middle or muddle generation in American\nLetters.\n3. Blockheads who think that Masters is a great poet.\nI think that Bob Littell, Burton Rascoe and J. V. A.\nWeaver ought to like it.\n\"O rain gently descending and 1 am bored,\" Cowley\nwrote in a totally different connection. lam too bored\nto amplify or specify, too bored. . . .\nIn a totally different connection, jh remarked, it\ncontains nothing for adult education. I think that\ncovers our new magazine."}, {"page_pdf": 35, "page_imprimee": "[33]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.35", "texte": "EXPLANATORY\nGORHAM B. MUNSON\nSecession number three was edited solely by Matthew\nJosephson, though a note to that effect was unfortu-\nnately omitted. I take this late opportunity to disclaim\nany responsibility for Peep Peep Parrish, a short story\nby Josephson printed in that number.\nSecession number four contained a mutilation for\nwhich I was in no way responsible of the sixth poem\nby Mr. Richard Ashton. I have apologized fully in\nprivate for this smirching of our editorial honor, and\nwish now simply to make the fact of my apology public.\nMatthew Josephson resigned as director after number\nfour. The differences were literary as well as man-\nagerial.\nThe printing of Secession numbers five and six was\nentrusted to Mr. John Brooks Wheelwright, who kindly\noffered to supervise their production in Florence. But\nit is regrettably necessary to state that Mr. Wheelwright\nalso assumed editorial duties in the matters of revision,\ncomment and acceptance, and it is perhaps fairest to\nMr. Burke and myself to shift the entire responsibility\nfor these issues upon Mr. Wheelwright.\nSecession is now printed in America under my sole\ncontrol."}, {"page_pdf": 36, "page_imprimee": "[34]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaay1924-01.1.36", "texte": "\"The total effect of fhe new ideas is to make the uni-\nverse of physics less objective; to an unsuspected extent\nthis indifferent universe, with its iron laws, is a product\nof our own minds. To some extent this fact was always\nrecognized, particularly by the Continental physicists,\nbut as a general persuasion it is comparatively recent.\nWe cannot escape the structure of our own minds, it\nia true, but we do not yet know what that structure is;\nwe do not know what barriers are breakable; we do\nnot know what thoughts are thinkable by man. A uni-\nverse in whose construction so plastic and mysterious\nan entity as the mind of man collaborates, may very\nwell hold great surprizes,\"—J. W. N. Sullivan in Aspects\nof Science."}]}