The soul of the moving picture (1924)

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Texts 21 had been elevated to the rank of a unique art form by a great artist long before the moving picture began its ascendent course. I mean, Wilhelm Busch, with his pictures and verses. In our soul, Busch's contrasts are dissolved and intertwined; they constitute an organic unity; they are a spiritual entity. Esthetic categorizing has consequently been secured, in turn, and that to the salvation of art. The discovery of the practical, artistic relations that picture and text should bear to each other have, unfortunately, not been made essentially easier thereby. There can be no doubt but that different peoples feel quite differently on this point. The Italian — Gabriel d'Annunzio, for example, in his Cabiria — inserts sentences of a length, effusiveness, and fustian which are just as intolerable to the artsense of a German as are the swollen and pathetic stage notes of his regular dramas. Are we to conclude from this that we Germans are cooler, calmer, soberer, and less buoyant than the children of sunny Italy? Or are we to conclude that our feelings are safer guides in matters of art than those of the Italians because we believe that the true significance of the moving picture is to be sought in the picture and not in the text? For it seems to us like an artistic contradiction,