Chapter 10

Slowness & Speed; or, Ariadne & Bacchus in Art

Slowness and speed, corresponding to rest and motion, are about everything, and everything is about them. We are always seeing them together, but there is not enough separateness in our seeing usually: it is through art that the separateness of slowness and speed is the means of seeing them entirely together. A pencil rolling on the table, looked at, makes for slowness and speed. But it is when we think of the pencil as matter, the static pencil, as a separate thing, and think of the rolling as a separate thing—even as we see pencil and pencil rolling as one thing—it is then aesthetics is taking place. And when we think of the force making the pencil roll as separate from that tendency to hold it back—and feel these forces as separate even as, obviously, they are one—it is then, also, aesthetics happens. A moving object is an orchestration of forces, shapes, planes, colors—and all of these show slowness and speed at once, in some manner or other.

The intensity of a color is as speed to its muting; an angle is as speed to the slowness of curve; hardness is as speed to the slowness of softness; horizontality is as slowness to the speed of verticality. Is-and-Does is the world, and Is is Slowness and Does is Speed.

These two, slowness and speed, as I said, are everywhere. They are in all the sciences—in physics, chemistry, geology, astronomy, biology, and so on. Wherever thought is, they are.

Looking from any window, we find slowness and speed waiting for us. Observing any landscape, there they are. If we look down at the floor, we may find shadow and hardness, horizontality and the vertical—and that is they.

For Instance, George Washington

People are instances of slowness and speed. George Washington, besides being the first President of the United States, is a study in slowness and speed. It was he who waited out the British army; and it was he who crossed the Delaware and rapidly took Trenton and prisoners. Lincoln and Jefferson and Robert E. Lee manifest the possibilities of slowness and speed at once: life being slowness and speed, every life is.

And there are geology and geography. They both go on through centuries and more—and they have things happening each moment. Reality is eternally and momentarily busy.

Washington Irving wrote a large life of Washington—that renowned exemplar of slowness and speed I mentioned earlier—and Irving had occasion to describe the geographically visual as delay and acceleration. It is March in western Virginia, 1748:

Winter still lingered on the tops of the mountains, whence melting snows sent down torrents, which swelled the rivers and occasionally rendered them almost impassable. Spring, however, was softening the lower parts of the landscape and smiling in the valleys. ^[1]

The Theory of Opposites, an aspect of Aesthetic Realism, is based on the idea that the opposites existing simultaneously in reality are seen freshly, deeply, richly by an individual when art occurs. But the opposites in reality and those in art are the same. For example, there is a constant sameness and difference between Mass and Velocity in the world of physics—and this equivalence and otherness of weight and force, mass and velocity, is like what happens in art.

The Kinship

Therefore, it is well to show the kinship of undisturbed reality to the processes of art. Sometimes the way reality happens or takes form is unusually like artistic work. Repose and energy meet in a work of art—as do slowness and speed—and Helen Gardner in her Art through the Ages describes the Euphrates and Tigris as flowing “artistically” near ancient Babylon. The Euphrates and Tigris form the same valley—work for the same geological or geographical objective—but their “techniques” are other.

Of the two rivers that form this valley, the western, the Euphrates, is quiet and majestic, with few tributaries, and is almost unnavigable because of the cataracts in the north and the sandbars in the south. The eastern river, the Tigris, rising in the mountains to the north and east, and augmented by large tributaries, is more rapid, and forms the highway of commerce for the valley. ^[2]

Is the relation of the Euphrates and Tigris as to repose and energy, slowness and speed, wholly different from the relation of repose and energy in the work of Delacroix? Of Delacroix’s Entrance of the Crusaders into Constantinople, this is said:

A strong movement sweeping inward from the foreground and repeated again and again defines a space in which the figures are organized by light and dark, warm and cool spots of color. [P. 660]

This description of a painting sounds a little like a description of forces and quietude in physics. Anyway, I think one can see the appurtenances of slowness and speed—which in the unconscious, or aesthetically experienced, are the same as slowness-and-speed itself—in Helen Gardner’s description and evaluation.

In All the Arts

Slowness and speed—like all the mighty reality-opposites—are in all the arts. We could hardly have music without hearing slowness and speed at once. And any poet worth much must know how to use slowness and speed at once: there are so many ways of doing this. Tennyson as poet is worth much, so he often gets massiveness, ominousness, thickness of mood in a stanza that outwardly is speedy, clear, busy. Such a stanza is this, from “The Lady of Shalott”:

Delightfully, beautifully, sharply, lingeringly, slowness and speed are in play here. Every syllable serves the cause; every pause; every motion; every arrangement. One is disposed to be a trifle maudlin on how good a job of visual, audile narrative gathering is done in this stanza; and aesthetically valiant in the matter are slowness and speed, serving the same possibility.

Prose has many instances of slowness and speed meeting in powerful aesthetic amiability. There is a passage from Bossuet’s “Funeral Oration of Chancellor Michel Le Tellier” (1686) which describes the rich suddenly rising from their graves and finding out what has been happening in the years. Time is sudden and long in the passage; there are complacency and fear; there are stillness and wrath—all exemplifying the comprehensiveness of slowness and speed. Bossuet in the century of Louis XIV wrote a prose severe in its ecclesiasticism—harsh in its judgment of humans—nevertheless delightfully abrupt, sudden, gay in terror. Indeed, such is the musically panting quality of the prose that often it can, I think, be put into free verse lines with propriety:

I hope that in this literal, verse translation from Bossuet, the meditativeness and startlingness of the “Eagle of Meaux” as representing French prose can be found.

(The free verse line is as deep, as mighty, as subtle a study as any aesthetic thing whatsoever, in the junction of speed and slowness, the abrupt and meditative, the thrust and the enveloping, musical fierceness and musical quiescence.)

Charles Lamb Looks at Titian

Meditativeness and speed were found by Charles Lamb in the Bacchus and Ariadne of Titian. Lamb sees them there as a careful observer of the early 19th century. Since then, slowness and speed have been found in this work of Titian by more “professional” or “technical” art critics—say, Thomas Munro. Lamb writes:

But from the depths of the imaginative spirit Titian has recalled past time, and laid it contributory with the present to one simultaneous effect. With the desert all ringing with the mad cymbals of his followers, made lucid with the presence and new offers of a god,—as if unconscious of Bacchus, or but idly casting her eyes as upon some unconcerning pageant—her soul undistracted from Theseus—Ariadne is still pacing the solitary shore, in as much heart-silence, and in almost the same local solitude, with which she awoke at day-break to catch the forlorn last glances of the sail that bore away the Athenian. ^[4]

Bacchus is fast, and Ariadne is slow. They are in, on, within, from, the same Venetian canvas. Everywhere else in art, too, are Bacchus and Ariadne.