Close Up (Jul-Nov 1927)

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CLOSE UP so startled and amazed by certain swiftness, certain effects of inevitable precise mass movement (such as, in another instance, the crowd again crossing sand in Bab^donian Intolerance) that I lose my own clue, become sated and lost and tired. Isn't that the danger ? Satiet}' ? Having become sated with the grandiose, can't someone with exquisite taste and full professional share of technical ability light our souls with enthusiasm over, as I have said, one laurel branch, one figure sitting sideways, one gesture (not too frigid and not too stagily static) as for example toward a waiting enemy ? Iphigenia pleading for her life against one rough edge of builtup altar, with severe wall again, and possibly (to balance the edge of altar) the slim, updarting geometric line of half an Ionic (or, correct me, Doric ?) pillar. Sand and rock and sea. These are the Greek equivalent for the Roman mass of soldier}^, the Pr^torian fonnations and the vast thronging of the colorseum. You and you and you can cause Odysseus with one broken oar to depict his woefulness. You can bring Callypso back with violet tufts, herself placed perhaps against one single heavy rock, a thread of violets perhaps in her tight bound hair. Don't, above all, let hair stream in the wind as happened (perhaps not without a certain charm) in Helen Of Troy. Keep slighth\ natural, naturalistic but fomialised. If the hair must hang, it must hang heav}', like gold threads in a Crivelli altar piece, like the carved Ionic maidens of the Acropolis Museum., like the Delphic Charioteer himself, should he unloose his head-band. Or if madness is indicated, make it a psychic manifesta 34