Close Up (Jul-Nov 1927)

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CLOSE UP Greenites, Chautauqua lecturers, knows the least little bit a,bout either. Classics. Cinema. The word cinema (or movies) would bring to nine out of ten of us a memory of crowds and crowds and saccharine music and longdrawn out embraces and the artificially enhanced thud-offs of galloping bronchoes. What would be our word-reaction to Classics ? What to Cinema ? Take Cinema to begin with, (cinema = movies), boredom, tedium, suffocation, pink lemxOnade, saw-dust even ; old reactions connected with cheap circuses, crowds and crowds and crowds and illiteracy and more crow^ds and breathless suffocation and (if "we" the editorial "us" is an American) peanut shells and grit and perhaps a sudden collapse of jerry-built scaffoldings. Danger somewhere anyhow. Danger to the physical safety, danger to the moral safety, a shivering away as when "politics" or "graft" is mentioned, a great thing that must be accepted (like the pre-cinema days circus) with abashed guilt, sneaked to at least intellectually. The cinema or the movies is to the vast horde of the fair-tomiddling intellectuals, a Juggernaught crushing out mind and perception in one vast orgy of the senses. So much for the cinema. (Our "classic" word-reaction will comie along in due course.) I speak here, when I w^ould appear ironical, of the fair-to-middling intellectual, not of the fortunately vast-increasing, valiant, little army of the advance guard or the franc-tireur of the arts, in whose hands mercifully since the days of the stonewriters, the arts really rested. The little leaven. But the leaven, turning in the lump, sometimes takes it into its microscopic mind to wonder what the 23