The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1914-04-26

to keep the name Of Mile. Jane Poupelet
out OF the papers has exhausted us
There Is no fight left in us. II seeded
severely we should weep. No art critic
that We have recently met bctrays the
slightest Joy at the prospect of Mexican
battles. II is all very we'll for Yale stu
dents to become heroes suddenly. but
the critics have been buffeted here and
bufeted there all winter and Cuffed on
this cheek and then on that. You really
must read Kenyon CoX's article in the
April Scribner's. Mr.. Clews, your SYM
pathy will he for us. Last summer. read
ing our Nietzsche in the shadow of a
willow by q rivers brim, late In quiet
afternoon. We agreed with Nletzsche that
battle and warfare was essential 10
mans health. Since then We have
slaked our thirst in this respect. What
We long for now In little peace. II
will be at least two months before we
shall be able to bear a sight OF the
Geneology of Morals again.
cuss these works of art Is that
We fear We understand Mr..
Clews. here and there. Certainly not
always, HoWNNVis VIC oo iAVt
stand The Blind" for instance. OF all
of the pieces in the exhibition we liked II
least, even before reading that II was
dedicated to critics. Ii is group of
heads in bronze, fragments of figures cut
&C ruthlessly in the modern manner. A
man and blind woman are held in sane
sort Of communion. the man wears a
sunfiower crown that makes him royal
or ridiculous, according to your view
point. and these two are evidently the
unseeing innOcents Of the title, but be-
tween them is the head OF another who
is not blind. the head of monster. a
horror Of n head. II devil. We did not
understand this piece. We were shocked
by 1t. without understanding It and got
away from it quickly.
There are other devils in the show
no. not devils. gods; they are called
gods in the catalogue, the GOD of
Crocodiles" God OF Spiders" God Of
Files" God OF Bottle Nosed Chi
meras," God Of Crabs" and the God
of Ritzonlans," This last Is the only one
of the lot to whom We shall say prayers.
It's the portrait of the chef of the Paris
Ritz, jolly We'll modelled. too. But the
others are not for SNUG, prosperous peo-
pie who take things placid!y.
There is bitterness in them. and
mockery. and shattered illusions, and
clay feet and. worse than all, nasty
recollections OF our dearest friends. The
Dean Swift who was seen rushing
weeping from the confessional in his
old age Is here. The young men of
the Schiller poem who gazed upon for
hidden Truth land never smiled again"
the James Thomson NJ the "city Of
Dreadful Night" the "F'leurs du Nal"
the Pit and the Pendulum all crop
up In these bronzes, seen through masks
that even Leandre, the French carl
caturist, would frighten at.
What do they mean? Hmm. dear
reader don't inquire, II YOU are happy.
stay happy. II you never think, keep
on never thinking. A handsome young
Armenian lady who attended the pri-
vate view was overheard to say, How
weirdly imaginative" and from tina,
she and her companion drfted into a
discussion OF Mr.. and Mrs. Vernon Cas-
ties dances. We recommend the phrase
"weirdly imaginative" 1t VIII serve a.
well as another. particularly II you have
been after enjoying brisk walk along
the avenue, as Lady Gregory's players
would say, but whatever you do, dear
reader, do not fetch mother TO see thes,
bronzes. Mother wouldn't like them.
A S an epiiogue To the list Of sculp-
~ lures the following poem by the
sculptor Is used
The Holy Ghost cried forth: Awake.
The truth came TO tell
Our reasons for the worlds We make,
And for our heaven and hell"
The trichord twanged, grasped the truth,
While sorrow sucked my breath.
Then, wrlthlng out OF madd"ued ruth.
/ laughed myself to death.
II. e.. Jr.
What would mother get from that. for
instance" 1t II even more disturbing
than the Schiller poem, and all the
bronzes repeat the strain. Horror,
revolt, defiance, The amateur turns
inside out, the effort is noble, We admit.
but the truth is not exclusively in thc
middle OF things to be revealed by con-
vuls!on, any more than wholly upon the
outside thai the professional turns in.
We are not monistic as yet. We
would to heaven we were. II would
make things vastly moro simple. There
seems to be two to everything. II is
ridiculous perhaps that the amateur
and the professional both tell truth.
and both unW.lingly tell lies. hut &c
II IN. Since Schiller and Mr. Clews
agree that the truth ~ something that
II is death to face. why face II? Nothing
of importance 10 the soul hears being
weighed and measured. Religion does
not. ressimism does not. The lonely
and noble Thomson carved his sadness
into most unforgsttably beautiful Eng.