are in spirit almost as extraterritorial as the rushes. In proof of
this he very often cuts them down, out of the view, once for all.
The view is better, as a view, without them. Though their roots are
in his ground right enough, there is a something about their heads -
. But the reason he gives for wishing them away is merely that they
are "thin." A man does not always say everything.
ELEONORA DUSE
The Italian woman is very near to Nature; so is true drama.
Acting is not to be judged like some other of the arts, and praised
for a "noble convention." Painting, indeed, is not praised amiss
with that word;
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obviously an art that exists by its
convention - the convention is the art. But far
otherwise is it
with the art of
acting, where there is no representative material;
where, that is, the man is his own material, and there is nothing
between. With the actor the style is the man, in another, a more
immediate, and a more
obvious sense than was ever intended by that
saying. Therefore we may allow the
critic - and not
accuse him of
reaction - to speak of the di
vision between art and Nature in the
painting of a
landscape, but we cannot let him say the same things
of
acting. Acting has a
technique, but no convention.
Once for all, then, to say that
acting reaches the point of Nature,
and touches it quick, is to say all. In other arts
imitation is
more or less fatuous,
illusion more or less
vulgar. But
acting is,
at its less good,
imitation; at its best,
illusion; at its worst,
and when it ceases to be an art, convention.
But the idea that
acting is
conventional has
inevitably come about
in England. For it is, in fact, obliged, with us, to defeat and
destroy itself by
taking a very full, entire,
tedious, and impotent
convention; a complete body of convention; a convention of
demonstrativeness - of voice and manners intended to be
expressive,
and, in particular, a whole weak and unimpulsive convention of
gesture. The English manners of real life are so
negative and still
as to present no
visible or
audible drama; and drama is for hearing
and for
vision. Therefore our
acting (granting that we have any
acting, which is granting much) has to create its little different
and complementary world, and to make the di
vision of "art" from
Nature - the di
vision which, in this one art, is fatal.
This is one simple and sufficient reason why we have no considerable
acting; though we may have more or less interesting and
energetic or
graceful conventions that pass for art. But any student of
international
character knows well enough that there are also
supplementary reasons of weight. For example, it is bad to make a
conventional world of the stage, but it is
doubly bad to make it
badly - which, it must be granted, we do. When we are anything of
the kind, we are
intellectual rather than
intelligent;
whereasoutward-streaming
intelligence makes the actor. We are pre-
occupied, and
therefore never single, never
wholly possessed by the
one thing at a time; and so forth.
On the other hand, Italians are
expressive. They are so possessed
by the one thing at a time as never to be
habitual in any lifeless
sense. They have no habits to
overcome by something
arbitrary and
intentional. Accordingly, you will find in the open-air theatre of
many an Italian
province, away from the high roads, an art of drama
that our capital cannot show, so high is it, so fine, so simple, so
complete, so direct, so
momentary and impassioned, so full of
singleness and of multitudinous impulses of passion.
Signora Duse is not different in kind from these unrenowned. What
they are, she is in a greater degree. She goes yet further, and yet
closer. She has an
exceptionally large and
liberalintelligence.
If
lesser actors give themselves entirely to the part, and to the
large moment of the part, she, giving herself, has more to give.
Add to this nature of hers that she stages herself and her
actingwith
singular knowledge and ease, and has her
technique so
thoroughly as to be able to forget it - for this is the one only
thing that is the better for habit, and ought to be
habitual. There
is but one passage of her mere
technique in which she fails so to