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DOUGLAS
Must
"THE
FRIGHT
Art
N. MORGAN
Tell
known," said Wilhelm Worringer, "created not only the first gods, but also the
first art." He might have added that this
same fright later created the first science
as well.
Were it not far too pretentious, my
title might be "the fright of the mind
before the known," for I believe that in
worshipping science, we have come to
fear it. Out of our fear, we are consigning
other precious realms of human expression, like religion and the fine arts, to
science's shadow, by imposing an irrelevant
demand that they produce cognitive credentials.
Our first formulation of the cognitive
problem in art is far too easy to be interesting: we might mean by our question
simply, Can any truths be inferred from
any works of art? The answer, in a word,
is yes. Of course we can learn from a
seventeenth-century Dutch still life that
men then loved to eat and drink, and
from portraits of that day we can learn
what clothes they wore. We can learn
from the music Mozart wrote what instruments he had at hand. We learn from
Japanese haiku something of the purity of
the contemplative life. And so on and
delightfully on. Learning is delicious,
DOUGLASN. MORGANis professor of philosophy at
the University of Texas. His latest article in this
journal, "Picasso's People: A Lesson in Making
Sense," appeared in the Winter 1963 issue.
* An earlier version was presented as a Chapel
Lecture at Kalamazoo College on February 2, 1966
at the invitation of Dr. John Mark Thompson.
the
Truth?*"
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Our fourth and final preliminary formulation of the cognitive significance of the
arts is perhaps the most widespread and
most dangerous of all. It begs the entire
question heroically and asks: What kinds
of knowledge are found in and through
works of art? The question is begged
simply by assuming without argument
that there are any typical, interesting, and
relevant kinds of knowledge at all to be
found in art. Even more seriously and
misleadingly, it assumes without argument
that unless some kinds of knowledge are
to be found in art, art simply is not worth
our time. It is precisely here that I shall
focus my attack.
This attitude is one of desperation. It
grows out of the discovery that some great
works of art appear, when considered as
knowledge-bearers, to be false, or to exhibit falsehoods, to present unrealities.
How dare we, our truth-righteous critics
protest, take art seriously if it diverts us
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will do, so long as we notice the car approaching from our left; we correct our
course without a thought, and careen
slap-happily along the highway, seeing
with only half our eyes and minds, or less.
Any toot of any horn will do to alert us
to danger; we need not-must not-pause
to savor its sound. Of all the greens and
reds in the color spectrum, any green
signal will do to tell us to go, any red
to warn us to stop.
Here, in this semantic use of our sensations, is our first critical turning away
from felt quality, the first substitution of
doing something and going somewhere, for
being somebody and feeling somehow. It
is also our first desertion of direct, organic humanity. For once a man moves
wholly through sensation to mere reference, he has begun to fit himself for a
computer-suit, tailor-made for programmed
participation in establishment society.
The second step is effectively derived
from the first. It involves learning, usually unconsciously, how not to feel, how
to substitute token symbol-or sign-responses for spontaneously felt responses.
Here, as with the uses of sensations, there
are crucial advantages in learning society's
lessons, as well as desperate disadvantages. Part of the price we pay for the
agony and privilege of efficiency is stereotyping the expression of our idiosyncratic
feelings, just as, to score as efficient citizens, we must long since have forfeited
the delights of tasting sensations for their
unique flavors.
The third and final step involves not
the barren evaporation, but the radical
narrowing of that most precious of human
faculties we know as living imagination.
Men willingly and unwittingly cash in the
breadth of their imaginative visions in
exchange for efficacious manipulation of
their environments.
I underscore the importance of the
word breadth. A wholly semantic imagination, moving entirely from one conceptually specifiable meaning to another,
can be powerful. Such an imagination is
valuable in business success, as our curious
proto-civilization measures these weird
things. To picture businessmen as unimagi-
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To the question of the "cognitive significance of art" I say directly that althoughi many works in many arts can and
do give us knowledge of many kinds,
nonetheless if this knowledge were the
key and limit to the love of art, the world
of art would be even sorrier than it now
is, and that so long as we continue to
accept the absurb alternative which offers
us only a specious choice between art as
a diversion or decoration, on the one hand,
or as a peculiar second-rate substitute for
true-blue empirical knowledge, on the
other, we shall block every hope of understanding ourselves and our culture.
Remember, if you can, that breathless
final moment when you have moved intensively with heart and mind through a
quartet of Brahms or Bartok. You have
hoped, expected, feared, been lifted, lowered, fulfilled, and disappointed, and now,
inevitably, the voices together sing one rich,
climactic chord. You as a person vibrate,
suspended, with the vibrating sound.
Now imagine your neighbor leaning
toward you anxiously and expectantly to
ask, "Quickly, tell me what you learned
from that music. What information did it
communicate to you? What knowledge do
you now have that you didn't have before?"
Such a neighbor deserves only an icy
glare of disdain. He is projecting learning,
knowledge, and truth into an arena of
human experience where it has no natural
or necessary place. Learning, knowledge,
and truth are no less valuable because
their value is not exclusive. There really
are other goods in the world than these,
and there really is no need to confect
such bogus kinds of truth as poetic or
pictorial or even musical truth for works
of art to wear as certificates of legitimacy.
Consider, as an experimental exercise of
imagination, a world in which men and
women were as beauty-addicted as men
and women are truth-addicted in our own.
Suppose, if you can for a moment, that
we were extravagantly to exaggerate the
value of beauty, and to assign to it a
status as exclusive and demanding as that
occupied by truth in our contemporary
world. Then, when someone proposed a
new scientific hypothesis to us, we should
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out pretending that we must scratch up
some queer kind of knowledge and truth
in music, in order to justify our love. Why
should love-whether for music, or for a
human being-need any justification, anyway?
The theoretical situation in the visual
arts is more complex, because there is here
an evident kind of reference that cannot
be found at all, or can be found only obscurely, in music. Many of the pictures men
make do look more or less like things men
see outside pictures, and in the visual arts
this iconicity goes much farther than the
introduction of thunderclaps, cannon
booms, birdsongs, and taxihorns into
symphonies. Partly because most of us use
our eyes almost entirely semantically, forever turning our visual cues to practical
account, almost any visual presentation is
likely to be "seen as" standing for some
thing or other. It is extremely difficult to
set down completely non-referential, nonsuggestive lines on a piece of paper; images,
however unwelcome, are forever intruding. Most of us are so semantic-habituated
that we impose object-shapes upon grease
spots and ink blots and vagrant clouds,
as well as upon Leonardo's famous plaster
cracks.
So, when we look at almost any picture,
we want too soon to look through it, to
move beyond the given vision to some
realm of action. What is the painter trying to tell me? we want to ask. What can
I learn from this looking? What am I to
do with what I see? The most important
move in any course in art appreciation is
to arrest this tendency, to bring seeing up
short with a resolute Behold! Behold! will
almost never do, if all we are to behold is a
peeled-off surface of autonomous colors
and shapes, despite the Bell-like echo of
many modern critics. There just plain are
pictorial objects in most pictures-apples
and mountains, cows and castles and
naked women-and to dissolve these objects into sensations is as absurd in art
as it is absurd in science to dissolve steady,
solid tables into congeries of floating
sense-data. But pictorial objects, unlike
merely space-time ones, are wholly to be
attended to. In art, if not in physics, to
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in communicating
informa-
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world is transformed: every object, every Macbeth, and Birnam Wood to Dunsinane
person, every passion, every thought. Even must come. Shakespeare created this
logic. Even sense and rationality. Even world that way. We who would live in
truth itself.
the world must accept its conditions
The wonder-world of Alice is of course wholeheartedly and wholemindedly, else
derived from and related to our world; we be not participants in it. Naturally,
were it not so, we could never enter it. we do not cease thinking, reasoning, deAlice's world leads us back to our world, bating, even verifying and confirming,
too, and we see our world anew, with though only internally; we do not simply
intensified awareness of its absurdities. emote or feel. Within the play intense
But her world, happily, is not our own; and complex cognitions may be demanded
I say happily not because we live more of us, but the play is still the thing, and
wisely than she, or more comfortably, or we who participate in it are players.
more efficiently. Happily rather because
We must expect that our participations
the very movement between her wonder- will be castigated by the vulgar as frivolous
land and our no man's land can release or escapist until we can isolate, identify,
our dreams, fulfill us, and help us to be- and correlate such husks of chaffish excome much more than we merely are.
ternal knowledge as we may have gleaned
Into that wonderful wonderland of from our experience. I reply that these
Lewis Carroll we-not
some rarefied, very participations themselves are a huimaginary, aesthetic-attitude counterparts man standard against which we may
of men, but we ourselves with our own measure, if we must, the picayune aspiecemeal personalities, our private ago- semblage of trivial information. I give the
nies and hopes, we really, queerly real lie to the banaustic mechanics of our
people-enter. We live there. What was pseudo-culture; it is rather for them to
true outside Wonderland still conditions show us why a man of taste and judgment
our seeing, of course; Wonderland would should distract and concern himself by
not seem wondrous, but simply silly, if it fussing with grubby data that purport
did not. But our attention is wholly en- merely to be externally true.
gaged by the internal truths of the new
I overstate here, of course, and by deworld; they are as necessary in their way sign. For there are sound reasons why we
as are progressions of chords in music. We should concern ourselves with external
move to the world of art as a lover does data; but I do not overstate in insisting
to his beloved, openly and gladly. In the that these data do not define every world
current arthritic jargon of lay philosophy, worth living in, and that there are other
we engage, commit, and relate. More gods in the pantheon beside that of truth.
simply, we live a while, live along with
By now, it may appear as if I were
Alice, grow and shrink with her, take tea trying to make a case for the untrammelled
with the Mad Hatter, play croquet with exercise of the imagination, proposing in
the Queen of Hearts, dance and sing with place of the rigor of scientific dreams the
the Mock Turtle. In all this living, the jungle of unrestricted nightmares. But
central conditions of the truth of what "Imagination Unlimited!" is a slogan and
we do are internal to the poem.
a rallying-cry, not an insight. It is also
Fundamentally, the world of almost a psychological and social impossibility.
every work of art is internally defined, We are all habituated organisms, and
determined, complete, as life outside it limits have been conditioned into every
can never be. Within the drama and dur- one of us since before our birth. Every
ing it, all sorts of issues may be debated dream we have ever dreamt has been
and free decisions made; but the conse- dreamt within a context of personal
quences of every decision, once the play hungers and terrors. Whatever reservations
is written, are forever inevitable. Irresolute we may entertain concerning the scientific
though he has been for so long, Macbeth status of his psychology, Freud was surely
must murder Duncan, else he be not correct in his unremitting insistence that
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every aspect of human behavior, however than poetry or painting, should have to
wild, wanton, and irrational it may at be demythologized? Why should religion
first appear, must in principle submit require any mock-scientific, shamefaced
to some scheme of meanings, if we can alibi? Why, to put the point incisively if
but discern it. I believe he was also correct painfully, should we demand a birth
in his demand that we deepen and broaden certificate of Jesus of Nazareth any more
our interpretations of our selves, because than of Oedipus or Buddha or Hamlet?
no simple, straight-line chain of general- Why can we not live and grow in these
izable implications or causal entailments beings imaginatively, without feeling any
will ever suffice to explain the inward- nagging guilt because we cannot recite
turnings, overlappings, and tortured twist- their social security numbers? Are they
ings that make up our minds. We are not, in human terms, much more imporparadoxical beasts. But we are natural tant than they would be if they were
beasts, too, and natural beasts are ani- merely literal and historical?
mals bred, born, and destined to die
Naturally, I do not intend simplewithin the limits of nature. Freud showed mindedly to identify Jesus with any deus something of how intricate those limits liberately created fictional character, or to
are, and of how deviously static rationality pretend that entering into a truly religious
can be transformed into the dynamic relation is like attending a Broadway play.
It is not, and to transmute Holy Commysteries of multiple consciousness.
In one ancient area of human concern, munion into an entertaining ritual is to
the uncritical adulation of truth has al- commit a vulgar aestheticism. I mean
most totally succeeded in its innocent cor- rather that the relation between Jesus and
ruption of the human spirit. A three- those who believe in Him is internal, like
centuries-long attrition has ended in almost that between Hamlet and Ophelia, rather
abject surrender. I refer to the religious than external, like that between Shaketradition, now in intellectual straits ap- speare and a literary historian. What
proaching desperation. I need not detail counts religiously-and artistically-is inthe painful death-agonies of our ancestral timate, personal, and non-verificational;
churches. The roar of the lion of Judah what counts in terms of historic truth is
has become a tame, faint whisper, all but external, evidential, and impersonal. Reinaudible in our clamorous secularization. ligion, far from being demoted to the
status of mere art, should be promoted
Why has this happened to us?
Because, I suggest, we have confused above the status of mere science. By
faith and duty and beauty with belief recognizing and releasing its mythic-imagiand action and truth. Because, finding no native-expressive powers we can rescue
serious scientific excuse for our traditional religion from its present truth-competitive
devotions, we have supposed that these plight. Our Hebrew-Christian religious
devotions must be worthless, instead of tradition, for example, is much more hurecognizing that there are other human manly important than it would be if it
richnesses and rewards besides truth and were merely true. And this, I think, is
beyond it. Our sophisticated neo-theolo- why, even if God is dead, He will not lie
gians, candid enough to confess the down.
wobbliness of their historical space-time
Of course, I do not pretend here to
claims, are giving them up and now com- enunciate any great new truth about either
pete in pronouncing existential epitaphs religion or art. My aim is more modest:
over the corpse of God. And yet, somehow, I seek rather to alter our attitudes toward
the corpse keeps on kicking. The Holy both, because an attitude which sees in
Ghost of the God they say is dead con- them only a sickly substitute for science
tinues to float among men, and to quicken is itself sick. My philosophy, insofar as it
their souls. Like the ghost of Banquo, he deserves the name at all, is simply a
keeps on showing up for supper.
proposal to consider alternative and
But I wonder why religion, any more healthier attitudes.
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ternally, and read it as merely one more
gossipy historic report, describing what
happened once upon a place and time,
we should have to take it as either informational-true or informational-false, to
be verified or disverified, confirmed or
disconfirmed, by the admittedly scanty
evidence. Such a reading seems to me to be
a trivialization; the moral meaning of
man's fall from grace can never be encompassed in any recitation of historic
fact. I warrant that Adam did not consider
the act and fact thus remotely, any more
than David, when he smote Goliath, considered himself to be making one more
entry in some future history textbook.
So, too, with the seeing and hearing
of art. We who participate in art-and I
use the word participate advisedly, to carry
along its sense of sharing-may indeed
need to know-about a great deal, and to
know-how to do many things, in order to
enter into a work of art. But once we are
in it, as when we listen with all our might
to the movement of the music, we can
be said to know only in the Biblical way:
to know by sympathetic union with what
is known.
While knowledge and truth of every
kind are precious, it is a pedantic, philistine mistake to suppose that everything
precious must be translated into bits and
pieces of scientific knowledge and truth in
order to be honestly enjoyed. We must
indeed learn and know in order to become
ready to participate in art, but our participation alone can turn all our learning
and knowing into human being. This intimate, participative sense of being is a
far truer guide to God and art than any
cognition can ever be.