Close Up (Jul-Dec 1929)

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CLOSE UP for humour, we want wit that isn't a substitute for anything, but a dash in the way of serving, a smile in the way of looking, a satire and sympathy, and w^e can go on talking like this, and projecting our own selves over a metaphysical moon, until we fail to notice what is happening at our feet. And I am very fond of what my feet are in touch with. I meant to write flatlv on sound imagerv, and I have begun saying hey-diddle-diddle, and got struck, thinking how often critics present the spectacle of moon-jumping cows. For the moon is a good way out of it when you are confronted with something new on earth, taking the moon as exotic symbol. Confronted with some new growth, which needs trouble and inward-delving to understand, and, perhaps of more immediate importance to you, fresh vocabulary to write with .... confronted with a forest of unblazed talkie-trees, it is easy to flv to the moon and dig up a bit of old cheese •(historical value), growing, alive — O, yes, but the wrong wav round. Jump over the moon and return with some •Griffith gorgonzola or a piece of Camembert Chaplin. Everyone wmH believe vou if you write about the revolutions Chaplin wrought, even if they think his films the worst argument you could possibly adduce, even if The Circus seems to them a danse macabre of daguerreotypes. Again, you can gnaw bits off the moon when there is nothing else, you imply, worth your attention. Write about an exotic actor, detect (laudibly, but a trifle lavenderishly) hints of Russian, O, damn that w^ord, cutting in an old Essanay, and miss, just because they are ordinary, the exciting things .that are happening on nice-smelling earth. 377