Monday, January 6, 2025

Hawthorne’s Other Bench –A Rune (6 January 2025)

“Pray, oblige me, by removing to this other bench, and I venture to assure you the proper light and shadow will transform the spectacle into quite another thing.”

-        Nathaniel Hawthorne

from “Main Street” (1849)

While on my first journey, years ago, through Hawthorne’s Main Street, the words in the epigraph above jumped out at me, and has been a rune[1] for me ever since.   The story of Main Street explores the nearly 200-year history of Salem Massachusetts, from the time of the old forests to a point nearing the current day of the narrative; with often acute criticism of the ‘progress’ represented and the atrocities (e.g., the persecution of people accused of witchcraft and the decimation of the original native inhabitants of the area) attendant on it.  The ‘history’ is being presented by a showman who has invited an audience to a picture show accompanied by puppetry.  The pictures seem to be being projected by a machine, onto some kind of backdrop, the machine finally breaking down, ending the presentation prematurely.

The epigraph above comes in response to a taunt by a critic who is heckling the showman, refusing to accept his presentation of Salem’s history.  The showman attempts to draw the critic’s attention away from his more-narrow focus; which can be seen as a kind of strict empiricism linked to pragmatism—for, as he himself declares, “I make it a point to see things precisely as they are.”[2]  This critic sees only the props; to which he also objects because they are not finely crafted pieces of art, saying of them “Here is a pasteboard figure, such as a child would cut out of a card, with a pair of very dull scissors.”  He scoffs at the presentation as well, as being ‘unhistorical’ as well as offensive to the senses.

The critic does not see further than the material props before him.  This illustrates what he means by seeing “things precisely as they are.”  Hawthorne is here engaged with a person of limited imaginative powers, who is thus unable to enter into the story via the very simple physical props.  Such props could be the stepping-stones into an imaginative engagement with Salem’s story, but this critic cannot seem to transcend the limitations of what he empirically experiences.

“Pray, oblige me,” the showman says.  This is an invitation.  He is not commanding the heckler to do as he asks, but simply presenting an opportunity.  What does he invite the critic to do?  Simply to move to “this other bench;” which presents a different vantage-point from which to see the projected series of images.  What will be the result?   He will have “the proper light and shadow” that will “transform the spectacle into quite another thing.”  The “spectacle” here is the picture-and-puppet show, which is supposed to inspire the audience to recollect their town’s history as focused through attention to Salem’s main street; from the earliest intimations of its future existence – as a path through dense primal forest – to its current state as the primary thoroughfare through the burgeoning town.

What caught me, when I first read this text, was the broader application of this invitation, as it has hermeneutic depth.  What Hawthorne is saying, here, by this invitation in the voice of the showman, is that there are other ways of seeing things than the way in which we habitually see them.  It implies, given the character to whom the rune is addressed in the story, that this lack of clear vision can be overcome simply by moving to another position – another vantage point – in relation to whatever is being experienced.  Changing the ‘angle’ of our interpretive gaze implies broadening our ability to take-in more of life’s vast diversity as it actually is.  This critic cannot ‘see’ the vision of Salem’s history that the showman is creatively manifesting in his sequence of pictures and puppetry, as he does not have a wide-enough vantage-point from which to understand it, much less appreciate it.  He is stuck looking directly at the props without being able to jump up to the second level of seeing – what William Blake would have called “Two-fold Vision”[3] – much less to the higher levels of seeing that are opened-up through employment of one’s Creative Imagination.[4]

To the showman’s rune, the critic exclaims “I want no other light and shade. I have already told you that it is my business to see things just as they are.”  Note that the critic uses the word “shade” as opposed to “shadow.”  Shade is something that one might seek out when under bright sunlight.  Shadow is something a little more subtle.  Shadow can be created by light other than sunlight; by Moonlight, by the light of a fire in a hearth, by a candle lit in a darkened room and in many other ways.  His use of “shade” suggests that this critic is a person of the sun-lit world, and as such does not appreciate the nuance and subtlety of shadows in relation to different light sources.

How revealing of the limitations of the all-too-practical, empiricist mind; which is, in effect, a blindered mind.  To not see beyond the merely physical icons intimating ‘Something More’ is to be trapped in the material world with its narrow(ing) boundaries to our understanding set by the Five Senses.  It can constrict a person’s understanding to the level of literalism.  The showman’s invitation is encouraging the hearer toward the breaking-open of the familiar.  Herein lies the critic’s problem at a basic level.  He has become so used to the familiar world he inhabits that it has solidified into a reality that is accepted without question.  It can be accepted literally.  ‘A cardboard cut-out is not an historical person.’  ‘Pictures are not the thing they picture.’  He knows he knows what is real, and the showman’s presentation doesn’t fit the pragmatic-empirical model that he has accepted.

Unreflected upon, and therefore unthought of, the familiar becomes invisible, and then is impervious to our innate ability to see it as well as having the power to move beyond it; seeing into it, rediscovering why those familiar things were once – and may still be – attractive and even important to us.  The familiar version of life and the world risks becoming an idol.  The familiar, grounded in the Five Senses, and gauged by a practical standard, has here blinded this critic.  He cannot – will not! – see beyond it to be able to take-in the showman’s presentation of the very town in which he lives; and – may we assume? – has lived all his life.

We are often so immersed in a common, ordinary perspective – rendered ‘true’ out of habit, sustained by its practical efficiency and reinforced by our failure to remain waeccan (i.e, awake; spiritually as well as consciously) in the course of everyday life – that to remove ourselves to ‘another bench’ may seem ‘unnecessary’ and even ‘disturbing’ to us.  Yet the ‘other bench’ – which metaphors a broader, broadening ability to see the world around us and the phenomena and beings in it – carries revelatory potential, and once we take advantage of it, the experience from ‘another bench’ may contribute to a fuller understanding, a deeper compassion and the various fruits – cognitive and emotional, poetic and spiritual – which flow from such an experience.

Gaining a different perspective allows us to see the world and ourselves more fully, from a wider range of angles.  It is a valuable experience, one that should be indulged in whenever possible, as many of our problems might well begin to dissipate if we could but ‘remove ourselves to that other bench’ and see things in a different cast of light and shadow.

 

What is it that the critic is missing-out-on by being limited to this practical and empirical way of interacting with the presentation?  The “proper light and shadow.”  This phrase is a potent touchstone in Hawthorne’s poetics and in Romanticism more broadly.  To what does Hawthorne refer by it?

Light and shadow are themes woven into the textual fabric Hawthorne’s many works.  In The Scarlet Letter, for instance, the town where Hester Pryne and Roger Chillingworth live is often said to be in shadows; a dreary place of repression and oppression.  The forest, on the other hand, is a place of light; of liberation and freedom.  However, the idea that in Hawthorne light is ‘good’ and shadow ‘evil’ is too simplistic, though there are such usages.  Richard Harter Fogle argued in his wonderful study, Hawthorne's Imagery: The "Proper Light and Shadow" in the Major Romances (1969), that, for Hawthorne:

 “… light needs to be modified, or, as the case may be, accentuated, by shadow; heat, tempered with coolness; reality, relieved by a Something Else that will vary according to the reality opposed.” (p 4, Chapter 1)[5]

Thus the “proper light and shadow” may be understood as a mixture of the two; perhaps an in-between kind of ‘light.’  For Hawthorne, as for many Romanticists, moonlight exemplifies that strange mixture; a quality of light experienced as ‘between’ sunlight and darkness.  They often connected Imagination, symbolically and mythically, to Moonlight and its effect.  Being in the Moon’s light is a ‘place’ of potential inspiration and creative activity.  Objects, seen in Moonlight, he says in “The Custom House” (the prefacing story in The Scarlet Letter) – take on a mysterious strangeness.  They are like the very familiar objects in our day-lit worlds and yet unlike them in such a way as gives them a fairy appearance.  He describes the objects around him in the room, and can see and discern each one in the Moon’s illumination; yet they are qualitatively ‘different’ from what they are in the bright, clear light of day or the dark of night.

Here we have suggested a blending rather than an opposition between phenomena.  There is no dualism here. Certainly, Hawthorne at times uses the Sun as a positive symbol associated with light; metaphorical of the good in life as well as being our planet’s primary light source—and he also uses shadow sometimes with negative associations and attributes, but in the blending of light and shadow; the ‘proper’ balance will come to be experienced as revelatory.  It opens our minds to Imagined Worlds.

As moonlight is perhaps a key symbol of this blending in Hawthorne’s stories, what is the showman here suggesting to the critic?  That he needs a perhaps less constrained view of reality; that he is dominated too much by the light of a degree of brightness that in effect ‘blinds’ him—preventing him from seeing things which are not clearly seen in sunlight alone; things that are not apparent to their daytime vision and thus to their understanding.  There is here an implied critique of the ideals of the Enlightenment.

Creativity has its impetus in our immersion in that in-between kind of light signified by and associated with the Moon.  This is a Romanticist idea; a deep theme intrinsic to Romantic epistemology and phenomenology.   From William Wordsworth to the Brontës to the early Yeats, the Moon is often said to be present to the writer and to their characters, functioning as the source of inspiration and inspiring the mode of creativity.  The Moon sometimes even guides characters through their stories, being almost a mentor and at times portrayed as a divine being; often as a goddess.  Here, in this story, Hawthorne is suggesting that if the critic could just turn a little-ways away from the blinding light of the Sun, he might better be able to understand the picture-show of Salem’s history that he is watching.

Such a move – to “this other bench” – would release him from being shackled to the merely-ordinary; the simply practical and the reasonably obvious.  Such an empirical-pragmatic grasp of reality often becomes simply boring, though we may not notice it, once it comes to be unquestionably ‘accepted,’ merely ‘known,’ and then cliched into a trite ‘common understanding;’ made even into what is called ‘common sense.’  An implication of Hawthorne’s story is that, when we step into the “proper light and shadow” there is a greater potential to see things in their fuller reality; their broader and deeper presencing as phenomena, revealing to us, once again, the mysterious nature of being and of our own being-in-becoming.  This is not to devalue or dismiss the practical way of experiencing and evaluating our lived-in worlds, nor to deny the value of empirical observation, but to assert that to limit oneself to such a praxis is too narrow; to use another Blakean term—it constricts one’s perception to the natural “Single Vision” with which we are born.

Simply moving to another ‘bench’ and then looking at ‘some thing’ ‘over there’ or ‘here,’ from that different vantage-point presents us with a possible window into the things we experience in our worded worldings – our lived-in space and time; our ordinary reality – as they are in their deep fullness; touching upon the original fascination that they once held for us.  How dull things can become once we have ‘possessed’ them; put them on a shelf or in a frame on a wall and then – slowly but surely – ceased noticing them; stopped looking at them until they are for all intents and purposes, forgotten; though they are still ‘there.’

This movement to another ‘bench’ in order to gain a different ‘angle’ – i.e., see other dimensions of reality; to see things and beings differently and more deeply—is what a good story often does for us.  It is a primary mark of literature; those texts to which we can return over and over and once again, seeing things anew, in different ways – from different vantage points in our own lives as we grow and get older – becoming re-awakened, once again, to the worlds in which we dwell.

As the presentation in the story proceeds, however, instead of availing himself of the showman’s invitation, the critic becomes more and more frustrated with the pictures and puppets, the names invoked, the scenarios painted in the showman’s words, condemning him, saying_

“The fellow … has learned a bead-roll of historic names, whom he lugs into his pictorial puppet-show, as he calls it, helter-skelter, without caring whether they were contemporaries or not,—and sets them all by the ears together. But was there ever such a fund of impudence? To hear his running commentary, you would suppose that these miserable slips of painted pasteboard, with hardly the remotest outlines of the human figure, had all the character and expression of Michael Angelo’s pictures. Well! go on, sir!”

The critic here seems to be expecting what can be called ‘empirical history;’ an account of what actually happened at such and such a place in a particular time or over time.  While this is quite valuable, what the showman is engaged in is story; which is equally valuable—and while reflecting empirically verifiable history, may also ‘take liberties’ in order to body-forth truths about the past that a mere recounting of the past may not be able to access, much less express.

A similar kind of distinction becomes apparent when the showman then asserts that the critic has “broken the illusion,” to which the critic acridly replies that he has seen no illusion.  And that is quite true; he seems incapable of seeing it!  The crux here involves the meaning of the word “illusion.”  The showman and the critic are using different senses of the word.  The showman means by “illusion” that very participation in an Imagined Worlding which opens one’s experience, broadening one’s horizons.  Whereas the critic is using the word in the sense of a magician’s trick, avowing that the presentation is nonsense; all he sees are miserably made props and pictures and puppets!  He has not even seen an ‘illusion.’  He therefore rejects the narrative that is developed out of the play with the props and pictures. 

At one point earlier in the narrative, the showman suggests that the critic might move and sit beside a young woman who seems engaged with his play of images and puppets in a more Imaginatively open way.   To that the critic baldly refuses and continues to bicker with the showman, saying “as for my own pleasure, I shall best consult it by remaining precisely where I am.”  He refuses the possibility of any wider, deeper seeing.  He does not remove to another bench and has no intention of allowing this, to him, farcical presentation, to affect how he sees things; which he continually affirms is “precisely as they are.”

In the end, the showman’s ‘machine’ breaks down, and the critic asks for his money back.  He exclaims, “I said that your exhibition would prove a humbug, and so it has turned out. So, hand over my quarter!”  In this way he affirms and validates his own limited perception, and leaves.  He has missed seeing what might have been revealed in the showman’s presentation, having been unable to employ a Creative Imagination.  What he might have seen had he removed to that other bench, he will never know.

Such is his loss.

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[1] I use the word ‘rune’ in the sense of a mysterious saying with potential wisdom encoded within it.

[2] All quotes from “Main Street” are from Project Gutenberg Release date: November 1, 2005 [eBook #9236]  Most recently updated: May 18, 2022.  I cannot give page numbers, as the file is not broken down into pages.

[3] William Blake (1757–1827) – English painter, printer, mystic and poet; writer of the “Songs of Innocence” and “Songs of Experience,” among many other texts.  His idea of Four-fold Vision recurs throughout his works.  In a letter to Thomas Butts (2 November 1802) he wrote:

“Now I a fourfold vision see, and a fourfold vision is given to me: Tis fourfold in my supreme delight and three fold in soft Beulahs night, and twofold Always.  May God keep us from Single vision & Newtons sleep!”

[4] William Wordsworth (1770–1850) distinguished a “Creative Imagination” as one that creates and does not merely copy or imitate what already exists.

 [5] Richard Harter Fogle  Hawthorne's Imagery: The "Proper Light and Shadow" in the Major Romances (University of Oklahoma Press, 1969)

Wednesday, October 30, 2024

Breaking Through the Veil (27 October 2024)

“Words are the clearest record of that “long defeat” of which he wrote, and we may imagine that he saw them also as the vehicles for the “glimpses of final victory” for which he hoped.” (8-9)

-        Verlyn Fleger

Splintered Light: Logos and Language in Tolkien’s World (2002; Revised Edition)

 I keep re-reading the opening three chapters of Fleger’s book, in an inner dialogue with myself, as there is so much there, laying the groundwork for understanding, as she calls it in her subtitle, “Logos and Language in Tolkien’s Word.”  After describing the most important turning points in Tolkien’s early life, she then analyses his work on “The Reeve’s Tale in Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales,” exploring how Tolkien saw in it Chaucer’s use of northern dialect and what this implies for readers about what is actually happening in the tale.   She then talks about Tolkien’s article on a single word – “Sigelwara” and its meaning in relation to the Old English word “AEthiops.”  This leads into her discussion of words and their nature and use in Tolkien’s fictional works, which I thought about in my previous blog (“The Word in Tolkien.”)

This evening I came again to the epigraph to this blog, seeing in it the balancing act of hope; a perspective – an existential stance – in which one is neither optimist nor pessimist, but someone open to the future and aware of the past, holding forth for possible good-to-come, yet aware that it might not materialize, and if it occasionally does—realizes that it often dissipates in time.  For Tolkien, the world is Fallen; we are broken and yet contain within us – or can draw upon, from outside ourselves? – the Light that can draw us toward a better self-expression and better creation of worlds in which to live.  Whether one grounds this in a religious or a secular worldview, the fact is that we are ‘imperfect beings,’ as yet unfinished – one could say – like a lot of Tolkien’s tales beyond his two masterpieces, The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings – and are always stationed at a fulcrum between dark choices and choices that might allow the Light to become more manifest through us.

 In the next paragraph, I came to what inspired this blog.  After the discussions about “The Reeve’s Tale” and “Sigelwara,” Fleger relates how a student of Tolkien’s once asked him, with regard to his work, “You broke through the veil, didn’t you, and passed through?”  To which Tolkien “readily admitted” that he had done so!   “Breaking through the veil” refers to seeing the world as it might be; as it could be.  Fleger avows that:

 “Both question and answer betoken an awareness of and an acceptance of the word as one avenue into perception of the super-natural, the super-real.  To break the veil and pass through would be to penetrate beyond normal human perception into another reality, one always present but not readily accessible.” (9)

This resonated with my own experience as a writer, as I believe I have experienced this in my own creative praxis.  I would say that this ‘breaking through the veil’ is one way of describing why I write the stories and poems that I do.  I am not mimicking or merely reifying the world as it is – as we find it in our actual lived lives – but am hoping to look ‘through the veil’ to what might be; what could be – if we human beings took a step toward the “Light,” in the sense in which Tolkien uses that metaphor.

Now, re-presenting the world-as-it-is in fiction, poetry, film and art, can and does have value, as it challenges us to see things about our lived-in-worlds that are not obvious to us in our day-to-day existence; in our state of normal consciousness.  Breaking through that veil, it shows us what’s wrong in our world(s); what needs to be changed; it leads to an imaginative grappling with the way-things-are in tension with what we hope for—the way things could be.  This kind of creative re-presentation shows us the brokenness of our world(s) and the ways in which we are damaged by it; how the-way-things-are inhibits us in our attempts to live-life more fully.  Well-conceived art about the world-as-it-is reveals prejudices and biases that are harmful to us, personally, as a culture, and as a species.  However, it is not the only path a Creative Imagination can take.

‘Breaking through the veil’ is a metaphor; its meaning being ‘seeing beyond the worlds we have created to what might be a better world’—one in which we have moved beyond the prejudices that keep us at odds with others of our species, non-human species and Nature itself.  I appreciate literature and music, poetry and film that forces us to face the inequalities in our world, its discrimination against ‘this group’ or ’that group’ of human beings, and the often self-serving way in which we wield ‘ethical,’ ‘religious,’ and ‘political’ values and ‘ideals’ to deadening and violent ends.  But to go beyond the veil is to create art that can show us better possibilities; other ways of dwelling together in Earth & Spirit.

In my own praxis of looking beyond the veil, I whole-heartedly identify with something Tolkien said regarding his a letter: “I have long ceased to invent … I wait till I seem to know what really happened.” (9, from Letters, 231; as quoted in Fleger)  I believe I understand this_ as I am sure many writers and other creative people reading this blog do!

It happened a few weeks ago with the arche of a new story I have been writing called “The Hunter’s Dream.”  This has happened so many times in my praxis as a writer that it has nearly come to seem almost ‘the norm,’ though I know it is something much more, much other than ‘normal.’  “Of course that’s what happens,” I sometimes feel without thinking about it, until I read something like this quote from Tolkien.  I can honestly say I do not create stories in a mechanical way but wait for the tale to speak to me its truth.  Then I write what I ‘see’ or even sometimes ‘hear’ – as I did with “The Hunter’s Dream.”

“The Hunter’s Dream” was a title I scribbled down one day.  I felt something_ but could not define or describe it.  I had a character in mind, but nothing else.  I wanted to write something about the way in which this character – Ryan Steed – came to live at Merlynwood, the ‘Druid House’ – a setting in my imaginative world of Ross County.  I had such ‘origin stories’ for two other characters in the same sequence of stories (Michael and David, though not for a third character, Kenneth).  But I didn’t know what to write.  I tried ‘thinking up’ things to write, but nothing clicked.  _I’m sure many of you reading this have had similar experiences.

Then, one night, while I was reading Barry Qualles The Secular Pilgrims of Victorian Literature: The Novel as Book of Life (Cambridge, 1982), I started hearing dialogue in my head—in my imagination, that is (I was not ‘hearing’ things with my physical ears)!  It was Ryan’s father talking, and I realized his parents were at a dinner at Merlynwood; where the four elder druids and their other three students – Michael, David and Kenneth – live!  The more I ‘listened’ to this dialogue, the more I realized what was going on: Mr and Mrs Steed were trying to decide whether or not to give their son their permission to live at Merlynwood and study to become a modern-day druid!

As I let this dialogue in my imagination emerge, the more powerful it became, I simply had to start writing.  I put Qualles down.  I opened a Word doc, and once I did, the whole story just flowed out of me!  I didn’t write “The Hunter’s Dream,” by sitting and rationally plotting-out a narrative.  I let it come; I waited until I knew what was going on, and then I let-go_ and started writing.  It is, perhaps, one of the most unique stories I’ve ever written.  I hope it will someday be published in either Ghosts in the Moon – a manuscript I am trying right now to bring to completion; a kind of spiritual and poetic autobiography, told through stories and poems about my relationship with ‘the Muse’ – or in another text that seems to be coming together without my ‘conceiving’ of it_ called The Fire and the Shadows.  I am hoping that however it gets shared with potential readers, it will be yet another story in which the characters are living in-the-world and yet striving to move ‘beyond-the-veil.’  _To realize themselves as being in-the-world-but-not-of-it_ as that old spiritual rann has it.