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\nEach Art Has Its Own Province<\/b><\/b><\/p>\n

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\nI fear I must disappoint you. I am not <\/i>going to pass the Gods through a competitive examination and assign a highest place to
\none and lower places to others. What an idea! Each has his or her own province on the summits and what is the necessity of putting
\nthem in rivalry with each other? It is a sort of Judgment of Paris you want to impose on me? Well, but what became of Paris and
\nTroy? You want me to give the crown or the apple to Music and enrage the Goddesses of Painting, Sculpture, Architecture,
\nEmbroidery, all the Nine Muses, so that they will kick at our publications and exhibitions and troop off to other places? We
\nshall have to build in the future ―what then shall we do if the Goddess of Architecture turns severely and says, “I am an
\ninferior Power, am I? Go and ask your Nirod to build your house with his beloved music!” <\/p>\n

Your test of precedence
\n―universal appeal ―is all wrong. I don’t know that it is true, in the first place. Some kind of sound
\ncalled music appeals to everybody, but has really good music a universal appeal? And, speaking of arts, more people go to
\nthe theatre or read fiction than go to the opera or a concert. What becomes then of the superior universality of music, even
\nin the cheapest sense of universality? Rudyard Kipling’s s Barrack<\/i> Room Ballads
\n<\/i>exercises a more universal appeal than was ever
\nreached by Milton or Keats ―we will say nothing of writers like Blake or Francis Thompson; a band on the pier at a seaside
\nresort will please more people than a great piece of music with the orchestration conducted by Sir Thomas Beecham. In a world
\nof gods it might be true that the highest made the most universal appeal but here in a world of beasts and men (you bring in the
\nbeasts ―why not play to Bushy and try how she responds?) it<\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tis usually the inferior things that have the more general if not
\nquite universal appeal. On the other hand the opposite system you suggest (the tables turned upside down
\n\t\t\t―the least universal
\nand most difficult appeal makes the greatest art) would also have its dangers. At that rate we should have to concede that the cubist
\nand abstract painters had reached the highest art possible, only rivalled by the up to date modernist poets of whom it has been
\nsaid that their works are not at all either read or understood by the public, are read and understood only by the poet himself,
\nand are read without being understood by his personal friends and admirers. <\/p>\n

When you speak of direct appeal, you are perhaps touching something true. Technique does not come in
\n―for although to
\nhave a complete and expert judgment or appreciation you must know the technique not only in music and painting where it is
\nmore difficult, but in poetry and architecture also, it is something else and not that kind of judgment of which you are speaking.
\nIt is perhaps true that music goes direct to the intuition and feeling with the least necessity of using the thinking mind with
\nits strongly limiting conceptions as a self-imposed middleman, while painting and sculpture do need it and poetry still more. At
\nthat rate music would come first, architecture next, then sculpture and painting, poetry last. I am aware that Housman posits
\nnonsense as the essence of pure poetry and considers its appeal to be quite direct
\n―not to the soul but to somewhere about the
\nstomach. But then there is hardly any pure poetry in this world and the little there is is still
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\ndose of intellectual meaning. But again if I admit this thesis of excellence by directness, I shall be getting myself into dangerous waters. For modern painting has become either cubist or abstract and it claims to have got rid of mental representation
\nand established in art the very method of music; it paints not the object but the truth behind the object by the use of pure line and
\ncolour and geometrical form which is the very basis of all forms or else by figures that are not representations but significances.
\nFor instance a modern painter wishing to make a portrait of you will now paint at the top a clock surrounded by three triangles,
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below them a chaos of rhomboids and at the bottom two table castors to represent your feet and he will put underneath this
\npowerful design, “Portrait of Nirod”. Perhaps your soul will leap up in answer to its direct appeal and recognise at once the
\ntruth behind the object, behind your vanished physical self, ―you will greet your psychic being or your Atman or at least your
\ninner physical or vital being. Perhaps also you won’t. Poetry also seems to be striving towards the same end by the same means
\n― the getting away from mind into the depths of life or, as the profane might put it, arriving at truth and beauty through ugliness
\nand unintelligibility. From that you will perhaps deduce that the attempt of painting and poetry to do what music alone can do
\neasily and directly without these acrobatics is futile because it is contrary to their nature
\n―which proves your thesis that music
\nis the highest art because most direct in its appeal to the soul and  <\/i>
\nthe feelings. Maybe ―or maybe not; as the Jains put it, syād vā<\/i>
\n <\/i>
\nna syād vā<\/i>. <\/p>\n

I have written so much, you will see, in order to say nothing
\n\t―or at least to avoid your attempt at putting me in an embarrassing dilemma. Q.E.F. <\/p>\n

6 January 1936 <\/font> <\/p>\n

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I did not know what to make of your reply on art. <\/p>\n

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\nIf you did know, it would mean I had committed myself, which
\nwas just what I did not want to do. Or shall we put it in this way “Each of the great arts has its own appeal and its own way
\nof appeal and each in its own way is supreme above all others”? That ought to do. <\/p>\n

7 January 1936 <\/font><\/p>\n

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Music and Poetry
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\nI do not know what to say on the subject you propose to me ―the superiority of music to poetry,
\n―for my appreciation of
\nmusic is bodiless and inexpressible while about poetry I can write at ease and with an expert knowledge. But is it necessary to fix
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\ngreatness and can touch in its own way the extremes of aesthetic Ananda? Music, no doubt, goes nearest to the infinite and to the
\nessence of things because it relies wholly on the ethereal vehicle, śabda <\/i>(architecture by the by can do something of the same kind at the other extreme even in its imprisonment in mass); but
\npainting and sculpture have their revenge by liberating visible form into ecstasy, while poetry though it cannot do with sound
\nwhat music does, yet can make a many-stringed harmony, a sound-revelation winging the creation by the word and setting
\nafloat vivid suggestions of form and colour, ―that gives it in a very subtle kind the combined power of all the arts. Who
\nshall decide between such claims or be a judge between these godheads? <\/p>\n

\n 26 April 1933  
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