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Appendix III

 

Vision-like effects and vision-inducing devices have played a greater part in popular entertainment than in the fine arts.  Fireworks, pageantry, theatrical spectacle - these are essentially visionary arts.  Unfortunately they are also ephemeral arts, whose earlier masterpieces are known to us only by report.  Nothing remains of all the Roman triumphs, the medieval tournaments, the Jacobean masques, the long succession of state entries and coronations, of royal marriages and solemn decapitations, of canonizations and the funerals of Popes.  The best that can be hoped for such magnificences is that they may 'live in Settle's numbers one day more'.

      An interesting feature of these popular visionary arts is their close dependence upon contemporary technology.  Fireworks, for example, were once no more than bonfires (and to this day, I may add, a good bonfire on a dark night remains one of the most magical and transporting of spectacles.  Looking at it, one can understand the mentality of the Mexican peasant, who sets out to burn an acre of woodland in order to plant his maize, but is delighted when, by a happy accident, a square mile or two goes up in bright, apocalyptic flame.)  True pyrotechny began (in Europe at least, if not in China) with the use of combustibles in sieges and naval battles.  From war it passed, in due course, to entertainment.  Imperial Rome had its firework displays, some of which, even in its decline, were elaborate in the extreme.  Here is Claudian's description of the show put on by Manlius Theodorus in A.D. 399.

 

                                             Mobile ponderibus descendat pegma reductis

                                             inque chori speciem spargentes ardua flammas

                                             scaena rotet varios, et fingat Mulciber orbis

                                             per tabulas impune vagos pictaeque citato

                                             ludant igne trabes, et non permissa morari

                                             fida per innocuas errent incendia turres.

 

'Let the counterweights be removed,' Mr Platnauer translates with a straightforwardness of language that does less than justice to the syntactical extravagances of the original, 'and let the mobile crane descend, lowering on to the lofty stage men who, wheeling chorus-wise, scatter flames.  Let Vulcan forge balls of fire to roll innocuously across the boards.  Let the flames appear to play about the sham beams of the scenery and a tame conflagration, never allowed to rest, wander among the untouched towers.'

      After the fall of Rome, pyrotechy became, once more, exclusively a military art.  Its greatest triumph was the invention by Callinicus, about A.D. 650, of the famous Greek Fire - the secret weapon which enabled a dwindling Byzantine Empire to hold out for so long against its enemies.

      During the Renaissance fireworks re-entered the world of popular entertainment.  With every advance in the science of chemistry, they became more and more brilliant.  By the middle of the nineteenth century pyrotechny had reached a peak of technical perfection and was capable of transporting vast multitudes of spectators towards the visionary antipodes of minds which, consciously, were respectable Methodist, Puseyites, Utilitarians, disciples of Mill or Marx, of Newman, or Bradlaugh, or Samuel Smiles.  In the Piazza del Popolo, at Ranelagh and the Crystal Palace, on every Fourth and Fourteenth of July, the popular subconscious was reminded by the crimson glare of strontium, by copper blue and barium green and sodium yellow, of that Other World down under, in the psychological equivalent of Australia.

      Pageantry is a visionary art which has been used, from time immemorial, as a political instrument.  The gorgeous fancy dress worn by Kings, Popes, and their respective retainers, military and ecclesiastical, has a very practical purpose - to impress the lower classes with a lively sense of their masters' superhuman greatness.  By means of fine clothes and solemn ceremonies, de facto domination is transformed into a rule not merely de jure, but positively de jure divino.  The crowns and tiaras, the assorted jewellery, the satins, silks, and velvets, the gaudy uniforms and vestments, the crosses and medals, the sword hilts and the croziers, the plumes in the cocked hats and their A clerical equivalents, those huge feather fans which make every papal function look like a tableau from Aida - all these vision-inducing properties, designed to make all-too-human gentlemen and ladies look like heroes, demigoddesses, and seraphs, and giving, in the process, a great deal of innocent pleasure to all concerned, actors and spectators alike.

      In the course of the last two hundred years the technology of artificial lighting has made enormous progress, and this progress has contributed very greatly to the effectiveness of pageantry and the closely related art of theatrical spectacle.  The first notable advance was made in the eighteenth century, with the introduction of moulded spermaceti candles in place of the older tallow dip and poured wax taper.  Next came the invention of Argand's tubular wick, with an air supply on the inner as well as the outer surface of the flame.  Glass chimneys speedily followed, and it became possible, for the first time in history, to burn oil with a bright and completely smokeless light.  Coal gas was first employed as an illuminant in the early years of the nineteenth century, and in 1825 Thomas Drummond found a practical way of heating lime to incandescence by means of an oxygen-hydrogen or oxygen-coal-gas flame.  Meanwhile parabolic reflectors for concentrating light into a narrow beam had come into use.  (The first English lighthouse equipped with such a reflector was built in 1790.)

      The influence on pageantry and theatrical spectacle of these inventions was profound.  In earlier times civic and religious ceremonies could only take place during the day (and days were as often cloudy as fine), or by the light, after sunset, of smoky lamps and torches or the feeble twinkling of candles.  Argand and Drummond, gas, limelight, and, forty years later, electricity made it possible to evoke, from the boundless chaos of night, rich island universes, in which the glitter of metal and gems, the sumptuous glow of velvets and brocades were intensified to the highest pitch of what may be called intrinsic significance.  A recent example of ancient pageantry, raised by twentieth-century lighting to a higher magical power, was the coronation of Queen Elizabeth II.  In the motion picture of the event, a ritual of transporting splendour was saved from the oblivion which, up till now, has always been the fate of such solemnities, and preserved it, blazing preternaturally under the floodlights, for the delight of a vast contemporary and future audience.

      Two distinct and separate arts are practised in the theatre - the human art of the drama, and the visionary, other-world art of spectacle.  Elements of the two arts may be combined in a single evening's entertainment - the drama being interrupted (as so often happens in elaborate productions of Shakespeare) to permit the audience to enjoy a tableau vivant, in which the actors either remain still or, if they move, move only in a non-dramatic way, ceremonially, processionally, or in a formal dance.  Our concern here is not with drama; it is with theatrical spectacle, which is simply pageantry without its political or religious overtones.

      In the minor visionary arts of the costumier and the designer of stage jewellery our ancestors were consummate masters.  Nor, for all their dependence on unassisted muscle power, were they far behind us in the building and working of stage machinery, the contrivance of 'special effects'.  In the masques of Elizabethan and early Stuart times, divine descents and irruptions of demons from the cellarage were a commonplace; so were apocalypses, so were the most amazing metamorphoses.  Enormous sums of money were lavished on these spectacles.  The Inns of Court, for example, put on a show for Charles I which cost more than twenty thousand pounds - at a date when the purchasing power of the pound was six or seven times what it is today.

      'Carpentry,' said Ben Jonson sarcastically, 'is the soul of masque.'  His contempt was motivated by resentment.  Inigo Jones was paid as much for designing the scenery as was Ben for writing the libretto.  The outrages laureate had evidently failed to grasp the fact that masque is a visionary art, and that visionary experience is beyond words (at any rate beyond all but the most Shakespearean words) and is to be evoked by direct, unmediated perceptions of things that remind the beholder of what is going on at the unexplored antipodes of his own personal consciousness.  The soul of masque could never, in the very nature of things, be a Jonsonian libretto; it had to be carpentry.  But even carpentry could not be the masque's whole soul.  When it comes to us from within, visionary experience is always preternaturally brilliant.  But the early set designers possessed no manageable illuminant brighter than a candle.  At close range a candle can create the most magical lights and contrasting shadows.  The visionary paintings of Rembrandt and Georges de La Tour are of things and persons seen by candlelight.  Unfortunately light obeys the law of the inverse squares.  At a safe distance from an actor in inflammable fancy dress, candles are hopelessly inadequate.  At ten feet, for example, it would take one hundred of the best wax tapers to produce an effective illumination of one foot-candle.  With such miserable lighting only a fraction of the masque's visionary potentialities could be made actual.  Indeed, its visionary potentialities were not fully realized until long after it had ceased, in its original form, to exist.  It was only in the nineteenth century, when advancing technology had equipped the theatre with limelight and parabolic reflectors, that the masque came fully into its own.  Victoria's reign was the heroic age of the so-called Christmas pantomime and the fantastic spectacle.  'Ali Baba', 'The King of the Peacocks', 'The Golden Branch', 'The Island of Jewels' - their very names are magical.  The soul of that theatrical magic was carpentry and dressmaking; its indwelling spirit, its scintilla animae, was gas and limelight and, after the eighties, electricity.  For the first time in the history of the stage, beams of brightest incandescence transfigured the painted backdrops, the costumes, the glass and pinchbeck of jewellery, so that they became capable of transporting the spectators towards the Other World which lies at the back of every mind, however perfect its adaptation to the exigencies of social life - even the social life of Mid-Victorian England.  Today we are in the fortunate position of being able to squander half a million horsepower on the nightly illumination of a metropolis.  And yet, in spite of this devaluation of artificial light, theatrical spectacle still retains its old compelling magic.  Embodied in ballets, revues, and musical comedies, the soul of masque goes marching along.  Thousand-watt lams and parabolic reflectors project beams of preternatural light, and preternatural light evokes, in everything it touches, preternatural colour and preternatural significance.  Even the silliest spectacle can be rather wonderful.  It is a case of a New World having been called in to redress the balance of the Old - of visionary art making up for the deficiencies of all-too-human drama.

      Athanasius Kircher's invention - if his, indeed, it was - was christened from the first Lanterna Magica.  The name was everywhere adopted as perfectly appropriate to a machine, whose raw material was light, and whose finished product was a coloured image emerging from the darkness.  To make the original magic lantern show yet more magical, Kircher's successors devised a number of methods for imparting life and movement to the projected image.  There were 'chromatropic' slides, in which two painted glass discs could be made to revolve in opposite directions, producing a crude but still effective imitation of those perpetually changing three-dimensional patterns, which have been seen by virtually everyone who has had a vision, whether spontaneous or induced by drugs, fasting, or the stroboscopic lamp.  Then there were those 'dissolving views', which reminded the spectator of the metamorphoses going on incessantly at the antipodes of his everyday consciousness.  To make one scene turn imperceptibly into another, two magic lanterns were used, projecting coincident images on the screen.  Each lantern was fitted with a shutter, so arranged that the light of one could be progressively dimmed, while the light of the other (originally completely obscured) was progressively brightened.  In this way the view projected by the first lantern was insensibly replaced by the view by the second - to the delight and astonishment of all beholders.  Another device was the mobile magic lantern, projecting its image on a semi-transparent screen, on the further side of which sat the audience.  When the lantern was wheeled close to the screen, the projected image was very small.  As it was withdrawn, the image became progressively larger.  An automatic focusing device kept the changing images sharp and unblurred at all distances.  The word 'phantasmagoria' was coined in 1802 by the inventors of this new kind of peepshow.

      All these improvements in the technology of magic lanterns were contemporary with the poets and painters of the Romantic Revival, and may perhaps have exercised a certain influence on their choice of subject-matter and their methods of treating it.  Queen Mab and The Revolt of Islam, for example, are full of Dissolving Views and Phantasmagorias.  Keats' descriptions of scenes and persons, of interiors and furniture and effects of light, have the intense beamy quality of coloured images on a white sheet in a darkened room.  John Martin's representations of Satan and Belshazzar, of Hell and Babylon and the Deluge, are manifestly inspired by lantern slides and tableaux vivants dramatically illuminated by limelight.

      The twentieth-century equivalent of the magic lantern show is [was] the coloured movie.  In the huge, expensive 'spectaculars', the soul of masque goes marching along - with a vengeance sometimes, but sometimes also with taste and a real feeling for vision-inducing phantasy.  Moreover, thanks to advancing technology, the coloured documentary has proved itself, in skilful hands, a notable new form of popular visionary art.  The immensely magnified cactus blossoms, into which, at the end of Disney's The Living Desert, the spectator finds himself sinking, come straight from the Other World.  And then what transporting visions, in the best of the nature films, of foliage in the wind, of the textures of rock and sand, of the shadows and emerald lights in grass or among the reeds, of birds and insects and four-footed creatures going about their business in the underbrush or among the branches of forest trees!  Here are the magical close-up landscapes which fascinated the makers of mille-feuilles tapestries, the medieval painters of gardens and hunting scenes.  Here are the enlarged and isolated details of living nature out of which the artists of the Far East made some of the most beautiful of their paintings.

      And then there is what may be called the Distorted Documentary - a strange new form of visionary art, admirably exemplified by Mr Francis Thompson's film, 'NY, NY'.  In this very strange and beautiful picture we see the city of New York as it appears when photographed through multiplying prisms, or reflected in the backs of spoons, polished hubcaps, spherical and parabolic mirrors.  We still recognize houses, people, shop fronts, taxicabs, but recognize them as elements in one of those living geometries which are so characteristic of the visionary experience.  The invention of this new cinematographic art seems to presage (thank heaven!) the supersession and early demise of non-representational painting.  It used to be said by the non-representationalists that coloured photography had reduced the old-fashioned portrait and the old-fashioned landscape to the rank of otiose absurdities.  This, of course, is completely untrue.  Coloured photography merely records and preserves, in an easily reproducible form, the raw materials with which portraitists and landscape painters work.  Used as Mr Thompson has used it, coloured cinematography much more than merely record and preserve the raw materials of non-representational art; it actually turns out the finished product.  Looking at 'NY, NY', I was amazed to see that virtually every pictorial device invented by the Old Masters of non-representational art and reproduced ad nauseam by the academicians and mannerists of the school, for the last forty years or more, makes its appearance, alive, glowing, intensely significant, in the sequences of Mr Thompson's film.

      Our ability to project a powerful beam of light has not only enabled us to create new forms of visionary art; it has also endowed one of the most ancient arts, the art of sculpture, with a new visionary quality which it did not previously possess.  I have spoken in an early paragraph of the magical effects produced by the floodlighting of ancient monuments and natural objects.  Analogous effects are seen when we turn the spotlights on to sculptured stone.  Fuseli got the inspiration for some of his best and wildest pictorial ideas by studying the statues on Monte Cavallo by the light of the setting sun, or, better still, when illuminated by lightning flashes at midnight.  Today we dispose of artificial sunsets and synthetic lightning.  We can illuminate our statues from whatever angle we choose, and with practically any desired degree of intensity.  Sculpture, in consequence, has revealed fresh meanings and unsuspected beauties.  Visit the Louvre one night, when the Greek and Egyptian antiquities are floodlit.  You will meet with new gods, nymphs, and Pharaohs, you will make the acquaintance, as one spotlight goes out and another, in a different quarter of space, is lit up, of a whole family of unfamiliar Victories of Samothrace.

      The past is not something fixed and unalterable.  Its facts are rediscovered by every succeeding generation, its values reassessed, its meanings redefined in the context of present tastes and preoccupations.  Out of the same documents and monuments and works of art, every epoch invents its own Middle Ages, its private China, its patented and copyrighted Hellas.  Today, thanks to recent advances in the technology of lighting, we can go one further than our predecessors.  Not only have we reinterpreted the great works of sculpture bequeathed to us by the past; we have actually succeeded in altering the physical appearance of these works.  Greek statues, as we see them illuminated by a light that never was on land or sea, and then photographed in a series of fragmentary close-ups from the oddest angles, bear almost no resemblance to the Greeks statues seen by art critics and the general public in the dim galleries and decorous engravings of the past.  The aim of the classical artist, in whatever period he may happen to live, is to impart order to the chaos of experience, to present a comprehensible, rational picture of reality in which all the parts are clearly seen and coherently related, so that the beholder knows (or, to be more accurate, imagines that he knows) precisely what's what.  To us this ideal of rational orderliness makes no appeal.  Consequently, when we are confronted by works of classical art, we use all the means in our power to make them look like something which they are not, and were never meant to be.  From a work, whose whole point is its unity of conception, we select a single feature, focus our searchlights upon it, and so force it, out of all context, upon the observer's consciousness.  Where a contour seems to us too continuous, too obviously comprehensible, we break it up by alternating impenetrable shadows with patches of glaring brightness.  When wee photograph a sculptured figure or group, we use the camera to isolate a part which we then exhibit in enigmatic independence from the whole.  By such means we can de-classicize the severest classic.  Subjected to the light treatment and photographed by an expert cameraman, a Phidias becomes a piece of Gothic expressionism, a Praxiteles is turned into a fascinating surréaliste object dredged up from the ooziest depths of the subconscious.  This may be bad art history, but it is certainly enormous fun.