Monday 29 October 2007

... on its metalled ways


An interesting discussion of Pierre Hadot in our small seminar group this morning, and the idea of spiritual exercises and their relationship with philosophy, in particular the idea of living in the moment and living as though this is the last day of your life. What is the point of such a practice? I think that its rationale has to rest in a prior lived experience that enters the culture as a known, empirical possibility, a prior lived experience that is known also to be fugitive, fleeting and unstable, even though it seems to provide a standard by which one judges what happens in its absence. So the practice is dependent on a kind of nostalgia, a wanting to return to one's home as John Moriarty might have put it in Nostos. Naturally this can lead to a kind of willed activity that is ultimately futile. And there are approaches to meditation that are merely narcissistic or auto-erotic as good pope Benedict once complacently opined of meditation itself. But to dismiss them in these ways is to misunderstand their function as practices ... C mentioned the experience of someone's death and the intensity of perception that followed it. A perspective that opens up and then is lost. But it is more than just a perspective opening up. That sounds too much like a simple hedonism, even though it is surely a healthy hedonism, to add to the narcissism and the auto-eroticism. I think the real point is the quietening of the passions and what they give way to, or, rather, make way for, not a merely vacant and neutral space, but a loving awareness of the world, responsiveness to others, that is occluded by the red light of the passions, and in whose absence we destroy ourselves. I remembered those fantastic words of Dennis Potter about the plum tree below his window in Ross: 'I see it is the whitest, frothiest, blossomest blossom that there ever could be ... the nowness of everything is absolutely wondrous'. But we need the acute experience of contingency to find ourselves there. The sea is rising and the sheep dyke will not protect us.

Saturday 27 October 2007

Thurstaston




At Thurstaston the late September sun
The tide breaking below the little cliff

Loaded galleys slowly pull towards Deva
Beyond them hills, behind, the open sea

Where landing-craft edge the coast to Mona
And massacre, druids and the women

Chant the funeral rites, wait to fight and die
High in the bushes bright red rose hips shine

Late dog rose in the dazzle of low sun
Shrubs and trees bent and barbered by the wind

Frightened men, broken and exhausted, wade
Through mudflats to deep water and the ships

Piped in by sea birds wailing for the slain

Hilbre ahead surrounded at full tide
Did Cromwell's troops gather there to embark

On their mission to subdue the Irish
In the blue tranquillity of the sky

The light breeze, the breaking waves, the bird-song?







Thursday 25 October 2007

West Kirby and Samhain




They walk as though in a prison courtyard whilst others sail in sight of the Welsh hills.

The season of Samhain approaches when the veil between the worlds is thin and penetrable. Spoke to P today, who talked of transfiguration, not as a doctrine but an experience, a quality of the light that surrounds those who are departing from us ..

This is not language likely to commend itself to a good secularist but it still seems to me a good image of how we can sometimes be aware of possibilities beyond the horizon, as it were, possibilities that we are often too immersed in matter to notice. So, Samhain, a season to recall intimations of reality beyond the settled scope of our customary and clung to world. But even that language needs to be applied: what kind of thing are you trying to refer to? is a perfectly proper response. Oddly enough I felt very much like that last year after a couple of weeks on Rinansay, that returning was like being re-immersed in matter. Perhaps it is all best understood as an image of heightened poetic sensibility, something that flows and then ebbs away and remains as a memory, something glimpsed and then lost to sight. Or perhaps rather to hearing. The need for acute listening.

But the metaphor of being immersed in matter (or freed from it) has to be understood in some kind of moral, perspectival terms. It is always easier to see it in others than in oneself. But sometimes you do see it in others, perhaps especially in the shopping mall, this total immersion in the basic business of life, you see no horizons in their brows, as it were, and then at the moment of disdain and self-satisfaction. you also know yourself, there are no large horizons here, just the needs and cravings ...

Tuesday 23 October 2007

The 'right to choose'

It's possible to be opposed to abortion and still support 'the woman's right to choose' on the grounds that it is a matter of moral choice and that the proper person to decide is the pregnant woman. She should not need to have permission from doctors. But the choice is still the exercise of a moral judgment. You don't need to agree with the judgment to acknowledge that it is their call and not yours. In other words there shouldn't be a law against everything that you think is morally objectionable. Otherwise some of us might still be stoning adulterers (some of us of course still are!).

However, if you think that abortion is murder then you would seek to ensure that the law will prevent women from making this choice . The extreme form of this is taking the law into your own hands ... It seems obvious to me that if, for instance and as it were at random, the Catholic Church had the power, it would make abortion illegal, along with much else.

(Talking about the woman's right to choose is problematic, though, in a way that doesn't undermine the view that she ought to be allowed to make her own choice in the matter. You only have a 'right' if it is legally sanctioned. Sometimes the rhetoric of 'rights' is just tantamount to claiming that someone ought to have the right. Similarly with the rights of the unborn child).

I belong to the group who think that the pregnant woman should make the decision but believe that abortion can be a morally regrettable act, but in a way that depends absolutely upon the circumstances, timing and the motivation. But 'regrettable' is a fairly mild word. We live in a messy world and I agree with Rowan Williams that sometimes an abortion is the least worst option. But I would qualify that by saying that we should have to be talking about a late abortion to justify this kind of language. I do not think that it is 'murder'. If I thought it was 'murder', if I thought of it under that description, I would expect the full weight of the law ... etc., as in any case of wilful murder, an expression which carries the weight of our horror at such an act. So, the Cardinal, if he had the power, would make it illegal/criminal because he thinks that it is a criminal act, and this because we are taking the life of a human being and a human being is a human being whether they are a skipping child or a vigorous youth or a foetus. I think that view depends upon an a priori view, a 'faith position', about the nature of the human being as endowed at conception with a soul. Well, in one way, even an embryo is a human being, at the earliest stage of its development, but I think also that the stage of development, and I have in mind the progression towards self-consciousness, makes a moral difference to the nature of the act of bringing its life to an end. Of course we are ambivalent about abortion in a way that we are not ambivalent about other forms of taking life. This ambivalence is one of the facts in the case. Calling it 'murder' is a way of registering the gravity of the act, resisting calling it murder registers the sense that it doesn't have the same gravity even if it is still grave. I have in mind relatively late abortions when I use the word 'grave'. But even there the measure of the gravity has to be balanced against the gravity of the circumstances. I cannot think in these terms about the morning after pill or very early abortions. But once you believe that the act is one of wilful murder and that no one realises what is being done then that will determine a passion of opposition and even a kind of despair, except that we don't have marches in London in the way we have against, say, the war in Iraq. This is not to say that a child can't be murdered in the womb as sometimes happens in the atrocities of war zones. But the main thing is that I am not a woman and have not been faced with the situation, and even to put it like that is to fail to distinguish all the kinds of case. Of course some people would say that this has nothing to do with it and the moral facts of the case are quite independent of one's situation ... But it is just in these kinds of case that deep differences rise to the surface. I have been reflecting on how I have been formulating these sentences and am acutely aware of my caution and uneasiness about using words like 'wrong' or 'objectionable' or 'dubious', partly because language reflects the deep differences I have just mentioned and words are snares for the unwary.

.... Partly because words like 'wrong' are never really the last word: 'you are causing suffering', 'you are taking a life', are the last word, I think. Do you have to add, as though to someone completely stupid ... 'and these things are wrong!'? As though they are startled into good behaviour not because they realise they are hurting someone but because they have recalled that doing so is wrong (dogs can get as far as that, you bad boy, Fido!).

A small philosophical point




To Cavendish Motors through Birkenhead Park to deliver the keys of the Toyota whose windscreen has been smashed by the usual sad suspects. I buy the Guardian and head to Costa for an Americano with milk. There is an article by Simon Tisdall about Saeed Jalili who has replaced Ali Larijani as top Iranian negotiator on the nuclear issue. Apparently Jalili is 'a man of strong moral views who believes spiritual values should inform political action'. He is leading a big debate 'about how to reinsert justice and spirituality into political life'. It's amusing how an expression like 'strong moral views' acts as code for 'inflexible and rigid'. 'He was a man of weak moral views'. So to the small philosophical point: many people would agree that spiritual values should inform political action. The trouble is that we differ profoundly about what would count as spiritual values informing political action. The Dalai Lama would take a different view from Ahmadinejad ... language conceals as well as reveals and we seek too eagerly to join together in the expression of such sentiments without looking too closely at how they are being grounded or what they are rooted in which is really what determines their meaning. Sometimes this works in diplomatic contexts but at least there everyone knows what everyone else means by the shared formulae.
I met Larijani once, when he ran the IRIB, the Iranian Broadcasting authority. The media are saying that his resignation indicates that Ahmadinejad's hand has been strengthened, but I'm not so sure. I think it is a move to isolate him further. Larijani still has the support of the Supreme Leader. Aristotle's 'mixed polity' is taken seriously in Iran. The Shia tradition has a strong connection with Aristotle.

Monday 22 October 2007

Walker Art Gallery




A half attentive stroll through the gallery
Catching up with news, we had admired

The scene of Shelley’s funeral pyre burning
On a cold beach, Byron bleakly standing there

In a strained attitude of poised despair

We half notice a bent blue figure curled

Hopeless around a globe, a stringless lute
Clutched and cradled in her arms, my friend

Walks up eagerly, points out the single string
I peer at the card and see the title, ‘Hope’

ii

Then I saw what I did not know
That only the breadth of a hair

Separates my hope from despair
A single string still on the lute

Still keeps hope’s voice from falling mute
The tilt of the head is almost too low

But hope can only raise her head
When on her soul despair has fed

And gnaws too loud to hear what hope has heard
Which makes her turn where

When she looked before
She noticed nothing she could not ignore

And fell back to the mourning she was in
For half forgotten, half-maddening sin

—The thoughts that never go away
But in the mind hold constant sway—




Sunday 21 October 2007

(Sailing to) Byzantium: the Kantian Sublime

This is something I wrote about three autumns ago, autumn into winter:

Aestheticians and moral philosophers are wary of moving onto the shifting sands between the terrae firmae of their different disciplines. There is one issue, however, in which there appears to be reasonably secure and common ground, and that is the issue of the alleged beneficial effect on moral life of a developed aesthetic sensibility. The reasonably secure and common ground, the received wisdom, indeed, is that there is no such beneficial effect, and the usual supporting witness is the pitiless Nazi SS officer with a refined taste for Mozart and torture. But though his testimony can hardly be gainsaid, there is an unnoticed and unwarranted narrowing of the scope of aesthetic sensibility implicit in the very production of such a witness. In a word, aesthetic sensibility is reduced to a matter of what Kant called taste, which, for him, was a matter of judgments of the beautiful, whether in art or nature. What is neglected is the parallel Kantian notion of the sublime. Kant charges those who remain unaffected by the sublime not with a want of taste but a want of feeling, and he makes it clear that if we are to be moved by the sublime we must already be furnished with moral ideas. In that case, our question should not be whether there is a beneficial effect on moral life of a developed aesthetic sensibility, but whether moral life can affect aesthetic sensibility. But before we can address such questions we must look in more detail at Kant’s conception of sublimity, which appears to connect it, not just to the moral life and poetry but also to religion, in such a way, indeed, that we may come to the conclusion that the relationship between moral life and aesthetic sensibility is reciprocal, in the sense that whereas we may need to be furnished with moral ideas to be moved by the sublime, this and poetry (or the arts more generally), turn out to be a means of extending our conception of what constitutes moral life.

I make no attempt in what follows to offer a systematic account of what Kant writes about sublimity, ideas and art in the third Critique, and nor do I attempt to show any general cultural influence on the poet whose work I appeal to from time to time, W.B. Yeats. It is rather that I have been both moved and perplexed by Kant’s account of aesthetic ideas over a number of years, and though I have written about these issues elsewhere[1], further reading shows me the inadequacy of my previous understanding. Over the same number of years, and indeed for much longer. I have also been moved and perplexed by the great poems of Yeats’s The Tower and The Winding Stair, and I have sometimes thought that the poet and the philosopher can shed light on the meaning of each other’s work.

1.

There is a moment in Kant’s Critique of Judgment—it is one of many in which the heavy grip of the architectonic is relaxed—in which he seems to capture the sense of a perennial human experience, one about which, however, we may want to ask whether it is profound or illusory:

… the irresistibility of the power of nature forces us to recognise our physical impotence as natural beings, but at the same time discloses our capacity to judge ourselves independent of nature as well as disclosing an ascendancy above nature that grounds a self-preservation quite different from that which may be assailed and endangered by external nature. This saves humanity in our own person from humiliation, even though as human beings we have to submit to that violence. In this way nature is not estimated in our aesthetic judgement as sublime because it excites fear, but because it summons up our power (which is not of nature) to regard as petty what we are otherwise anxious about (worldly goods, health, and life), and hence to regard its power (to which in these matters we are certainly exposed) as exercising over us and our personality no such dominion that we should bow down before it, once the question becomes one of our highest principles and of our asserting or forsaking them. (§28 p 111)[2]

The passage itself is governed by the trope of reversal. Thus, we may discover an inner ascendancy over the forces of nature at just the moment that we might feel most vulnerable to them; and just where we feel our powerlessness before it most, we may discover a power within to disregard as insignificant what it can damage and destroy, in the light of what we realise is capable of being preserved. It can exercise no dominion over our essential humanity, our nature as moral beings. (So this is not a discovery about oneself over against others, but a discovery about oneself precisely in the humanity one shares with others). The political metaphor at the heart of this passage is sufficiently striking, highlighting the great Enlightenment theme of political freedom: one can almost see the Stoic Roman senator standing self-possessed and unafraid before the arbitrary will of the Emperor. This metaphor is in some ways apt enough. To stand there self-possessed and unafraid in the face of the sublime where others are in a state of fear and dread depends upon the condition that one’s mind is already furnished with ideas. Experience of the sublime is one of the occasions when ‘ideas’ are awakened, and they are said to ‘extend’ (erweitern) and ‘strengthen’ (stärken) the mind. It is easy to underestimate Kant’s references to ‘extending’ and ‘strengthening’ the mind (das Gemüt) in these contexts. There is a slightly submerged implication that ideas can be quite absent from the mind, and that when they are present they are either dormant or activated by the sublime or by works of art. But if they extend and strengthen the mind one must surely insist that they do so because they are formative of it, formative, that is, of the sensibility which seems implied in the German word—das Gemüt—that is translated by Meredith as ‘mind’. The criteria of identity for a state or condition of the mind would then make essential reference to the ideas that inform feeling, and it is such formation that constitutes the mind’s ‘ascendancy’ and ‘power to resist’. However, Kant speaks of the necessity for a ‘rich stock of ideas’ (§ 23, p 92) as a condition of the experience of the sublime, and at § 29 p 115 he writes:

The proper mental mood for a feeling of the sublime postulates the mind’s receptiveness towards ideas …
… without the development of moral ideas, what we who are prepared through culture call sublime, merely strikes the untrained person as terrifying.

It is tempting to think that Kant is caught here in a vicious circle, that the experience of the sublime awakens us to moral ideas, and that moral ideas are needed already if we are to experience the sublime as we should. There is no circle, though, if we distinguish different relations to ideas; they need to be present if dormant if they are to be excited and set the mind in motion.

Although Kant’s political metaphor incidentally discloses a political preoccupation that is admirable in itself, its use here must raise mild doubts for us about the place of the sublime in nature in Kant’s own imagination, or, indeed, in his (non-reading) experience. It also has the effect of superimposing on our experience of the overwhelming forces of nature an attitude of alienation, resistance and defiance that seems to belong more to the political sphere in which resistance is a genuine possibility, than to our attitude to nature even in its most powerful and threatening aspects. Kant remarks in dark Romantic mood that our power to
‘resist’ (widerstehen) is insignificant in the face of bold, overhanging, threatening rocks, storm clouds piled high in the heavens, thunder and lightning, volcanoes in their destructive force, hurricanes leaving devastation in their wake, and so on. But he insists that under the right conditions

They raise the forces of the soul beyond the ordinary measure, and discover within us a power to resist of quite another kind, one which gives us the courage to be able to measure ourselves against the seeming omnipotence of nature. (§ 28 p 111)

And because they do so, he says, ‘we readily call these objects sublime’ (ibid).

2

However, in asserting that the experience of the sublime is an occasion for the disclosure or rediscovery of our moral freedom (from natural inclinations within and natural forces without), Kant makes the further and connected claim that we are able thereby to regard as small and of no significance those things which otherwise we attach most importance to, our worldly goods, our health and our life itself. This is a remark which, like the reference to the forces of the soul, it is easy to disregard, but I want to highlight it as of vital importance for moral psychology when placed in the context of the total picture of the moral life to which it belongs. The implication is that the disclosure or recollection of our moral nature in the experience of the sublime is a singular form of self-consciousness: an attitude towards it, of awe or wonder, that Kant wrests from our previous attitude to the sublime in nature: we admire or venerate what is disclosed in a way that transforms our order of priorities, in other words, we find it an object of awe and wonder, find it sublime.

So, although we may question whether our experience of the sublime in nature takes the form and direction that Kant says it does, he nevertheless makes here an intriguing claim about the form and direction of our mental life. Not only is our moral nature something to which we need to be recalled, but it is also something whose revelation can astonish us with a power analogous to our experience of the sublime in nature, but it can become an object of such veneration or admiration that other things can seem trifling by comparison, indeed it becomes a standard of comparison, one by which our priorities are precisely ordered or re-ordered. This may seem merely pious. But the point is, we do not always simply acknowledge or recall ourselves to the presence of our moral freedom, but sometimes, perhaps rarely, it is recalled or disclosed in the form of a memorable experience of awe or wonder, of which the reordering of our priorities is a felt part. However, it is one thing to experience the palpable sense of that reordering and another to live or embody it. Some commentators have queried the notion of ‘respect for law’ in Kant’s moral philosophy, but it may be more intelligible in the light of this account of the force of the sublime upon our mind and sensibility, even if we withhold consent from his account of the Categorical Imperative and the dualism of Reason and Inclination as he conceives them, which is not to say that there is no tension between the forces of the soul and what we might call the forces of the flesh.

The idea of a natural re-ordering of our priorities is familiar enough in the history of philosophy: we find it for instance in Diotima’s speech in Plato’s Symposium where she discusses how we change our erotic allegiance from beauty of body to beauty of soul. It is also found among the poets, notably in Rilke’s image of Orpheus, whose singing silences the beasts of the forest into an attitude of attention or listening whereby their normal appetites and passions recede to the periphery, and new possibilities of consciousness emerge, fostered by this image of the work of art.

Kant’s talk of ‘raising the forces of the soul beyond the ordinary measure’ is apt, since this reordering can lose its grip in a loss of perspective in which the possibilities of moral freedom lose their efficacy and hold upon the mind. So how are those possibilities maintained in view? The mind in this sense is not stable, and its moral powers of action ebb and flow. To put it another way, the mind is not to be separated or detached from the moral standards to which we subscribe: we are subscribed. What I mean by this is that we do not stand in a relation of cool appraisal of the standards that form us, though sometimes the ‘soul’ has to be ‘animated’ by its own dormant principles, and when it is so animated, the ordering of desires falls into place. This is connected to this singular form of self-consciousness that emerges from Kant’s account, though it is difficult to categorise it. The judgment that something in nature is ‘sublime’ is grounded in feelings of awe and admiration, and in such a way that other things dwindle by comparison to insignificance. But if we transfer that judgment and that experience to the notion of our humanity and its place in the greater scheme of things, there is a question whether we can still properly call it ‘aesthetic’ since it is no longer directed at something in the natural world that we judge sublime. But that issue is a relatively trivial one. More to the point, what is the nature of this kind of self-consciousness in which we awaken to our own free nature with feelings of awe and admiration that are analogous to our feelings to the sublime in nature? The closest I can get to this is something like Hamlet’s ‘What a piece of work is a man?’ or the sudden disclosure of the ‘grandeur’ of the spirit, and there is no mere narcissism here, but a kind of awe in the face of what we find our nature calls forth from us, a compelled and projected self-formation. But such a projection of our moral and spiritual nature puts us in a state of tension and possible conflict with the internal natural forces of inclination, which must be presumed active and dominant when our ideas are dormant: but again one sees the image of the Stoic Roman senator …

3

This conflict between the flesh and the spirit is well expressed in familiar lines of the Irish poet W.B. Yeats, from the second stanza of Sailing to Byzantium:

An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore have I sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium

And this couplet, in particular,

Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;

appears close to what may now be seen emerging of a Kantian view of art. I asked a moment ago how the possibilities and demands of our moral nature are to be maintained in view, given that they can become submerged. The Yeatsian answer would seem to be that it is in the singing school in which it studies monuments of its own magnificence. Artistic genius acts like the sublime in the natural world, that is, it stimulates within us our sense of the realm of moral ideas, our sense of what Yeats calls ‘soul’, though what Yeats goes on to say shows, perhaps, some limitation in Kant’s account:—

O sages standing in God’s holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul

—though Kant himself uses an unexpectedly strong language of feeling when he talks about the sublime: it is ‘dead earnest in the affairs of the imagination’ and ‘the imagination finds itself at the edge of an abyss in which it fears to lose itself’ (significantly, Kant uses the image of an abyss to represent the sublime and its power over us).

Nevertheless, Yeats’s language is far stronger, and he talks explicitly of a connection between wisdom and purification by fire, describing, perhaps, more than the awakening of ‘soul’, the course of its struggle with its own mortal flesh and its desires, the process of purification or purging, An agony of flame that cannot singe a sleeve, describing transformations of felt experience. But we are now beginning to approach a view of the role of art. For Yeats the singing-masters are the ‘sages in God’s holy fire’, and the life of the soul requires its own song, or expression, not that of the flesh, and in the singing school we study monuments of the soul’s magnificence, monuments neglected when we are ‘caught in that sensual music’ of those dying generations ‘at their song’ (my italics).

‘Magnificence’ is a word that may come to our aid in the hammering out of what may appear a conceit, the connection between this poet and this philosopher, but the sublime object of aesthetic judgment is itself a kind of magnificence or grandeur, and what we admire or venerate when we are awakened to it we could reasonably call ‘the soul’s magnificence’. But in that case what precisely is the role of art? States of the soul are not only seen in demeanour and conduct, but are also expressed in ‘monuments of unageing intellect’, our singing school is the study of these, art may help to keep the soul alive and self-aware but must also therefore represent the purgatorial fires of its re-embodiment of the human being. As we shall see, Kant thinks of artistic genius as precisely the power to produce representations of the imagination that awaken us to our own faculty of ideas and its place in the supersensible, noumenal world. However, my earlier remarks about the singular self-consciousness that Kant describes shows that this is not a merely external, utilitarian view of the function of art. It is, rather, the natural expression and striving of that self-consciousness.

Something interesting and unexpected has emerged in just this idea of the felt sublimity of our 'supersensible' freedom. To repeat the point, not only does the experience of the sublime in nature disclose to us our own distinctively human sphere, but its disclosure is as an object of admiration, as something elevated, the apprehension of which makes other things dwindle in significance. Instead of the magnificence of the sublime in nature, we are converted to the magnificence of the sphere of our own freedom.

4

However, it is one thing to admire the prospect of a possibility, and another to admire its expressions, its ‘monuments’, and Kant does go on to refer briefly to something like this in his account of our proper disposition before the sublimity of God. Although we discover a pre-eminence of our minds over the most overwhelming might of nature, it would be folly, he says, to presume to such pre-eminence over against the might of the Creator, and though we may be inclined to think that on the contrary:—

instead of a feeling of the sublimity of our own nature, submission, prostration, and a feeling of utter helplessness seem more to constitute the attitude of mind befitting the manifestation of such an object (p 113).

—Kant suggests rather that this latter cast of mind is not intrinsically connected with the idea of the sublimity ‘of a religion and its object’, and that the recognition of divine sublimity does not depend upon losing the sense of the sublimity of our own nature, but on retaining it:

The man that is actually in a state of fear … because he is conscious of offending with his evil disposition against a might directed by a will at once irresistible and just, is far from being in the frame of mind for admiring divine greatness, for which a temper of calm reflection and quite free judgment are required. Only when he becomes conscious of having a disposition that is upright and acceptable to God, do those operations of might serve to stir within him the idea of the sublimity of this Being, so far as he recognizes the existence in himself of a sublimity of disposition consonant with His will, and is thus raised above the dread of such operations of nature. (114)

Crucially then Kant conceives of a development here, a movement in the experience of the sublime from the disclosure of freedom to a sublimity of disposition that is an expression of that freedom. But then he continues:

Therefore nature is here called sublime merely because it raises the imagination to a presentation of those cases in which the mind can make itself sensible of the appropriate sublimity of the sphere of its own being, even above nature (die eigene Erhabenheit seiner Bestimmung).

That this is not merely hubris is clear from what else Kant says. The sublime in nature awakens the mind not just to the rational concept of transcendental freedom, but also to that of the supersensible substrate of all phenomena. The sublime

… carries our concept of nature to a supersensible substrate (underlying both nature and our faculty of thought) which is great beyond every standard of sense (p 104)

However, we might have reservations about the way Kant expresses himself here. Do we call nature sublime merely because it raises us to an appreciation of the sublimity of the noumenal realm of our own freedom? It seems, unfortunately, that for Kant we do:

Sublimity, therefore, does not reside in any of the things of nature, but only in our own minds, in so far as we may become conscious of our superiority over nature within, and thus also over nature without us (as exerting influence upon us). Everything that provokes this feeling in us, including the might of nature which challenges our strength, is then, though improperly, called sublime, and it is only under presupposition of this idea within us, and in relation to it, that we are capable of attaining to the idea of the sublimity of that Being which inspires deep respect in us, not by the mere display of its might in nature, but more by the faculty which is planted in us of estimating that might without fear, and of regarding our estate as exalted above it. (p 114)

But this appears to be no more than an ungrounded refusal to acknowledge the magnificence of those aspects of nature (what we call the sublime in nature) that awaken us to the nature of our own humanity. There seems no point in the claim that the sublime in nature is not properly so called merely because it discloses a greater sublimity still. Indeed, we do not similarly cancel the estimation of the sublimity to be found in our own minds when we come to acknowledge the greater sublimity of the divine being.

II

When Kant comes to discuss artistic ‘genius’ in his Critique he identifies it as the ‘faculty of presenting aesthetic ideas’, which he distinguishes from ‘ideas of reason’, and he justifies his claim that such ‘representations of the imagination’ may be termed ‘ideas’ on the grounds that
they at least strain after something lying beyond the confines of experience, and so seek to approach a presentation of rational concepts … thus giving to these concepts the semblance of an objective reality.

So what is the relationship between these artistic representations or images that essentially express (aesthetic) ideas, and the ideas of reason that they are claimed to mediate? The point about ‘approaching a presentation of rational concepts’ needs to be understand in terms of the difference between these concepts and what Kant calls the concepts of the understanding. Whereas imagination in its empirical employment ‘presents’ to the understanding the manifold of intuition, so that it may be brought under empirical concepts, and issue in a determinate experience, there is nothing that could count as a ‘presentation’ (Darstellung) of such (rational) concepts as those of God, the soul, or creation, for instance, or indeed that of the supersensible substrate of all phenomena, which is not for Kant an object of knowledge: we do not know that there is such an intelligible substrate, we can only think the idea, an idea, though, which gives us a perspective on what does come within experience, as we shall see.

2

In Byzantium Yeats writes:
A starlit or a moonlit dome disdains
All that man is
All mere complexities,
The fury and the mire of human veins.

The starlit, moonlit dome is an evocative image: the image of a cathedral dome represented as illuminated by the light of stars and moon. So how might such an image mediate what Kant calls ideas of reason, seek to ‘approach a presentation’ of them? The poem already seems to offer a symbolic counterpart to what Kant has sought to articulate philosophically about the nature of the work of art. The burnished surface of this ‘monument of unageing intellect’ makes it suitable for reflecting and gathering a light from a distant source, which cannot be seen by day, and which cannot penetrate the denser darkness of the surrounding streets below, the place of the unpurged images of day, except through the medium of the reflecting dome itself, which causes us to look up and then beyond, and which draws attention to the unearthly quality of the light it reflects rather than illuminating the darkness of the familiar street. This light that attracts us and shows us the possibility of a point of view that ‘disdains’ ‘All that man is, All mere complexities, The fury and the mire of human veins’, and allows us to ‘resist’, to use Kant’s verb (widerstehen).
The power of genius, then, ‘presents’ (presumably to an audience) those representations of the imagination that Kant calls aesthetic ideas, and it is these artistic images or symbols that stand for and evoke the rational ideas that reveal our native noumenal realm beyond nature, beyond ‘mere complexities’.

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But what we take to lie ‘beyond the limits of experience’ (Erfahrungsgrenze) depends on what we take to count as ‘experience’ at all, and Kant’s own doctrine of experience is notoriously attenuated. In the third Critique, however, a more ‘saturated’ notion is sometimes to be glimpsed, as we shall shortly see. But the first thing to notice is the ambiguity in Kant’s formulation.

The notion of ‘what lies beyond the bounds of experience’ might be taken to refer to what lies beyond the form of our experience as presently constituted (so that it makes sense to transcend or pass beyond it, into another and more ample form of experience), or it could refer to what lies beyond the form of any possible experience at all (so that it makes no sense to talk of going beyond it). As for the latter, however, Kant seems to envisage two rather different kinds of possibility, if we look at his examples:

The poet ventures to interpret to sense the rational ideas of invisible beings, the kingdom of the blessed, hell, eternity, creation, &c. Or, again, as to things of which examples occur in experience, e.g. death, envy, and all vices, as also love, fame and the like, transgressing the limits of experience he attempts with the aid of an imagination which emulates the display of reason in its attainment of a maximum, to body them forth to sense with a completeness (Vollständigkeit) of which nature offers no parallel.[3]

Earlier in this paragraph Kant has claimed that the aesthetic ideas produced by the poet are to be thought of as ideas precisely because they ‘seek to approach a presentation of rational concepts’. But now, although he goes on to list some explicitly rational ideas—those of hell, eternity, etc—he continues his list with ‘what we find examples of in experience’—death, envy, the vices, etc., and these realities of human experience (here is the more saturated notion) are hardly themselves ‘ideas’. But since the poet presents aesthetic ideas that represent these latter realities too, on Kant’s account, they must be taken to ‘seek to approach a presentation of rational concepts’ in their case also, so we need to think, not just of death, envy, etc., as things we experience or undergo, but also of intellectual or rational ideas of them. I suggest also that these ideas, suitably appropriated, may determine and alter the form of our experience, in precisely the way adumbrated in the account of the sublime, where the awakening of the faculty of reason is said to reorder how we relate to things. (The account of the sublime and its effect upon us in reordering our priorities is the ground note that sounds also in Kant’s account of artistic genius).

So the poet’s representations must not only be of the realities of the human experience of death and other aspects of the human condition, but be such as to display a perspective on them that, to put it obliquely for the moment, belongs to the awakening of ideas. Kant’s examples divide between rational ideas of what could not be experienced at all (God, the soul, etc), and ideas of what can be encountered in experience. In the former case, neither the alleged reality nor the rational idea of it can be ‘presented’ in experience, except in symbolic form; in the latter case, one may be tempted to say, it is only the idea that lies beyond the form of any possible experience.

But it is perhaps more complicated than that. When Kant talks of the realities of the human condition he claims that the poet makes examples manifest to sense with a ‘completeness’ (Vollständigkeit) not available in the examples we encounter in experience, and so it seems to be in this sense that the poet ‘ventures beyond the bounds of experience’. However, he then comments that ‘this faculty (sc. of aesthetic ideas) … regarded solely on its own account, is properly no more than a talent (of the imagination)’ (my italics). And then he offers a significant contrast, which reflects the distinction between poetic genius and mere talent:

If, now, we attach to a concept a representation of the imagination belonging to its presentation, but inducing solely on its own account such a wealth of thought (so viel zu denken) as would never admit of comprehension in a definite concept, and, as a consequence, giving aesthetically an unbounded expansion to the concept itself, then the imagination here displays a creative activity, and it puts the faculty of intellectual ideas (reason) into motion—a motion, at the instance of a representation, towards an extension of thought, that while germane, no doubt, to the concept of the object, exceeds what can be laid hold of in that representation or clearly expressed.

However, this passage is not entirely clear about where mere talent ends and genius begins—the common term is the Vollständigkeit of the poetic representation—and perhaps Kant is not very interested in defining the moment. The poet seems to show no more than ‘talent’ in displaying aspects of the human condition with some sort of ‘completeness’ that is not available in nature. Perhaps the point is that genius offers a particular completeness. But how are we to understand this Vollständigkeit, which seems interesting but also opaque?

It is plausible to suppose that Kant offers us here a seminal account of metaphoricity, and that the Vollständigkeit that is within the power of ‘talent’ as well as ‘genius’ consists in the evocativeness or metaphoric density of the particular representation, its ability to call forth a ‘wealth of thought’ in the sense of aspects, associations and connections that allow us a completer view than is normally available to perception: (yet this claim seems inconsistent with Kant’s later claim (opening §53) that beauty in nature is also the expression of aesthetic ideas).
Such representations are, to use a phrase of Yeats,
Those images that yet
Fresh images beget

The poet gives us ‘the sense of a universe’ as Valéry says.
So far we have a plausible candidate for poetic talent—the ability to deploy a metaphor or exemplary image—but what converts this to Kantian genius? Kant is sparing in what he counts as creative, and what he says relates it to our experience of the sublime: it consists in finding the representation that ‘sets in motion the faculty of intellectual ideas’. It is indeed a particular ‘completeness’ that constitutes genius, a particular aesthetic idea or representation, one that awakens ideas of reason. There seem to be at least two possibilities here.

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One is that the creativity consists in producing a representation that awakens the faculty of ideas by offering it a suitable object. The creative, as opposed to the merely talented, artist will offer us a representation of fame, for instance, that awakens us to ideas by arousing and attracting to itself an idea of fame. It could do this by embodying the idea in the representation, displaying fame in a certain light (in the way an attitude to fame may be expressed in a certain demeanour towards it). The representation thus allows us to see fame in a way that accords with the primal Kantian experience of the sublime, in which we undergo a reversal or reordering of what we attach importance to.

We could go further, and say that an idea can determine the form of the experience of fame—and that form of experience can itself be represented by the poet—as a certain, Stoic estimation of fame determines a demeanour of indifference towards it. However, it may be objected here that we all already operate with some idea or conception of fame. In that case, what is distinctive or interesting about what Kant is trying to say?
It is at least clear that people do have different conceptions or ideas of fame. But none of this captures the particular perspective that seems to be implicit in Kant’s account, carried over from the experience of the sublime to that of art, of seeing the phenomena (the way things appear to us) as a determined totality. To have the idea of fame in a Kantian sense is coming, in Arnold’s phrase, to see it clearly and see it whole, but from a point of view not available in experience, from a point of view, crucially, not available in a life in which the faculty of ideas (soul) remains dormant.

But what kind of contrast is involved here? When Kant talks about ideas in the context of the sublime and of genius, he is mostly talking about moral ideas, so the contrast is one in which, on the one hand, there are views of the human condition (all that man is) that are internal reflections of our temporal or ‘worldly’ desires (the fury and the mire of human veins) and, on the other, one in which we see all of this as a totality, in that vision of sublimity that reorders our priorities and converts our attitudes. To put it another way, we are talking about an estimation of the significance of fame that depends upon the recognition of the final, perhaps absolute significance of something else, which, when we are awakened to it, puts fame and the rest precisely in their place. Kant’s characterisation of poetry in §53 may be helpful here:

Poetry … expands the mind by giving freedom to the imagination and by offering, from among the boundless multiplicity of possible forms accordant with a given concept, to whose bounds it is restricted, that one which couples with the presentation of the concept a wealth of thought (Gedankenfülle) to which no verbal expression is completely adequate, and by thus rising aesthetically to ideas. It invigorates the mind by letting it feel its faculty—free, spontaneous, and independent of nature—of regarding and estimating nature as phenomenon in the light of aspects which nature of itself does not afford us in experience, either for sense or understanding, and of employing it accordingly in behalf of, and as a sort of schema for, the supersensible.

The proposition that what we experience are appearances or phainomena is not grounded in the experience, but is an estimate of it grounded in thought, an estimate of the ‘world’ from a point beyond it as it were. There is an analogy in his mind, determined no doubt by the fact that for him our moral nature is located in the noumenal realm, outside the ‘world’ (and the ethical sense of that expression is obviously relevant here), between the relationship of noumena and phenomena, on the one hand, and the free humanity of our rational will and our determined or conditioned human nature on the other. And just as the experience of the sublime can awaken the faculty of thought that estimates nature in its totality as appearance, so the poetic representation can show us or otherwise put us in touch with a moral or even spiritual estimate of our determined human nature and the way it conducts itself: an estimate that is unavailable unless this dimension is awakened.

The poetic achievement ‘invigorates the mind by letting it feel its faculty … of regarding and estimating nature as phenomenon in the light of aspects which nature does not afford us in experience, either for sense or understanding’—or, perhaps less ponderously, and resuscitating the ‘dead metaphors’ in Kant’s prose, ‘it strengthens the mind and lets it feel it power … of looking at (betrachten) and judging nature as appearance (Erscheinung) from points of view (nach Ansichten) which it does not itself offer either for sense or understanding’. The point of view belongs to the sphere of Reason.
On several occasions Kant talks about the ‘inadequacy of the concept’ or of language to the aesthetic or rational ideas. The 'much thought' said to be induced by the poet’s representation is not to be understood as part of a further conceptual determination or description of the object represented, but rather as the content of the free play of imagination and understanding ('the quickening of the cognitive faculties') into responsive reflective activity. The reason that ‘language can never get quite on level terms’ with the aesthetic idea or ‘render [it] completely intelligible’ (§ 49, p 174) seems to be that the function of language is to give expression to our conceptual determinations of objects, and the wealth of thought induced by the artistic representation is not part of this, and since no concept is adequate to it then neither therefore is language, though Kant is operating with a restricted conception of language that his own incipient expressionism clearly undermines.

It is not merely the burgeoning and augmentation of a responsive mental activity that defies conceptual expression, but also the perspectives embodied in and determining the form of the representation that give rise to that responsiveness. Perspectives can be ‘named’, of course, but they have to be inhabited rather than described if we are to see things from the position by which they are determined. The 'concept' descriptively determines its object, in this case the artistic representation, and what the concept is not adequate to, what eludes its grasp, is the activated train of associated thoughts and isomorphic images that centre round the Vollständigkeit of the representation, but is not part of its description, and cannot itself be finally described, because it is essentially indefinite and open-ended. Although the representation satisfies the concept, as it were, it is not comprehended by the concept. The concept under which it falls is not adequate to its productive reality or to either its manifest or latent content. It is a complex particular which exemplifies a complex universal, or set of universals, which latter can, indeed, only be evoked, remaining resonantly unspoken and implicit, the crowded background set of instances which determine the sense of the particular. The luminous presence of the one example sparks the quickening of the cognitive faculties into an involuntary perception of the realities it exemplifies and evokes. There is no other way for the universal to be present. The universal cannot, of course, be described, but is present only in its open-ended and often surprising range of tokens. Frequently it is the work of art itself that represents the new, the surprising and baffling token, which puts the mind under pressure to find the connections and similarities, the world that makes sense of it, which then irrupts into the imagination in a sudden release.

This notion of a ‘world’—or sense of a universe—though not strictly Kantian, is a possible development of the notion of Vollständigkeit. It also allows us the idea of a more fully formed object of the awakened idea. The artistic representation presents a world which is the object of ideas, and those ideas shed a light on it; that illumination by ideas can also be shown in the representation, which can express an attitude to the very world that is represented. Again, this enhances the notion of that Vollständigkeit or ‘completeness’ that is supposedly not available in nature: it is the expressiveness in the representation of an attitude or perspective on the human experience.

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A well-known passage from the writing of Simone Weil might be usefully rehearsed here, since it provides us with an image for understanding what might be involved in having a moral or spiritual idea of fame or of other temporal things:

The Gospel contains a conception of human life, not a theology … Earthly things are the criterion of spiritual things … Only spiritual things are of value, but only physical things have a verifiable existence. Therefore, the value of the former can only be verified as an illumination projected onto the latter.[4]

This seems to bear on Kant’s description of the experience of a reordering of one’s priorities, as an aspect of one’s experience of the sublime or of art, but also puts pressure on it. The reordering he talks about is not simply a matter of an experience, though it can be a revelatory experience, as Kant indicates in his own way. But revelatory experiences take the form of a vision which you can then fail to live up or lose, and there is a clear distinction between the revelatory experience of the possibility of transcending temporal or worldly desires (the flesh) and the embodiment of that transcendence in a life. A person’s demeanour towards ‘earthly things’ is the criterion of their spiritual condition. But let us return to this distinction between an intimated and a lived transcendence. The difficulty of the idea is brought out in the following passage from Winch:

expressions used with a religious emphasis may serve to articulate a standard from the point of view of which the disorder and wretchedness which so largely characterise human life in its fundamental aspects may be assessed and come to terms with.

He adds, significantly, 'Though what sort of 'coming to terms with' this is, I have neither the space nor the comprehension to say more about'. This is not a confession of philosophical obtuseness, but rather acknowledges, with a humility not common among philosophers, the possibility of a condition that lies beyond his reach. His remark implicitly reminds us that the point of view or perspective that marks the standard he refers to is not so easily put on or taken off as an item of clothing. It is rather that when we talk of the Kantian ideas we are talking of formations of subjectivity that cannot be assumed or discarded at will by an independent or unaffected self that stands unaltered over against them. Kant talks about them being ‘awakened’, about their 'strengthening' and 'extending' the mind or sensibility, but not about the perilous process of their embodiment. But if we take that seriously, then we need to ask how these particular formations arise and develop. For how is one supposed to gain even the sense of ‘a standard’ by which to assess and come to terms with the dense human realities of disorder and wretchedness, especially if one is immersed in them? How does one attain the sense of a possibility?

The idea of the sense of such a standard seems consonant with the Kantian notion of an awakening of the faculty of reason by the work of art or the sublime, allowing us at least to glimpse a perspective, however briefly, from which we see ‘the world’, in the ethical and spiritual sense of that word, as a limited whole and from a point beyond it, precisely the call of an ethical and spiritual life. A starlit or a moonlit dome disdains, as we have seen, ‘All that man is … etc’, but it also to that extent gives us the idea of a perspective on ‘The fury and the mire of human veins’. The cathedral dome stands as the image of a standard by which to judge, 'all that man is' in the poem, but that cannot be wholly right since this monument of unageing intellect itself represents a supreme human achievement, so that we have to correct our description of what it 'disdains', not 'All that man is', but 'All mere complexities' (hinting at the submerged, unrealised ‘simplicity’ of the soul, a simplicity of hammered gold and gold-enamelling only achieved in the furnaces of the Emperor’s smithies), 'The fury and the mire of human veins'. Or, if we stay with 'All that man is', then we have no choice but to ‘hail the superhuman’:
Before me floats an image, man or shade,
Shade more than man, more image than a shade;
For Hades' bobbin bound in mummy-cloth
May unwind the winding path;
A mouth that has no moisture and no breath
Breathless mouths may summon;
I hail the superhuman;
I call it death-in-life and life-in-death.

These eerie lines with their multiple condensations, fractured syntax and fusions of sense that coherently collapse one thought into another, follow the slipping of consciousness into dream from the still unpurged fury and mire of human veins as at first the negative and only possible contrast with 'all that man is', so that the image of a man can only be that of one whose veins have been drained of life, in other words, a ghost or shade, but more image than a shade, because what floats before the poet's mind, who is describing both the forging of himself and of his own poem, is an image which allows other, connected, images to arise out of and reverberate around itself, as it shifts and dislocates and replaces itself with its implicit, associated surroundings, with images of Hades, the place of shades, then the image of a tomb, a mummy, an embalmed corpse, which shifts between Egyptian and Greek associations fusing into one another, an unravelling of life but also a thread through the labyrinth, a path out of Hades, ritual death and the mysteries, coalescing into the shocking mouth that has no moisture and no breath, into the notion that death and decay can themselves quicken the repelled imagination to the thought that even the negative associations of death can be unwound, and show a way back to life, not the life that has been left, but to a state he calls the superhuman, death-in-life and life-in-death.

These images track an interior movement between desolation and defiant hope, but they do so by a sequence of images that are natural objects of these mental states. Earlier, I dwelt on one way in which aesthetic idea can relate to the ideas of reason, one in which they offer themselves as objects and embodiments of those ideas. But there is another way in which they may ‘set the faculty of reason in motion’, in the way to be found, for instance, in the final stanza of Byzantium, in lines surrounding the two I quoted earlier:
Astraddle on the dolphin’s mire and blood,
Spirit after spirit! The smithies break the flood,
The golden smithies of the Emperor!
Marbles of the dancing floor
Break bitter furies of complexity,
Those images that yet
Fresh images beget,
That dolphin-torn, that gong-tormented sea.

In Greek legend the rescuing dolphin comes only with the poet, Arion’s, desperate final song before he drowns, in the sea of matter, perhaps; the dolphin which though itself of ‘mire and blood’ can rent the sea’s surface briefly, and have sight of land, and take Arion to the shores of his own element. Yeats has already written of ‘all that man is’, of ‘all mere complexities’, ‘the fury and the mire of human veins’, ‘all complexities of fury’, of breaking ‘bitter furies of complexity’ and shows us with a poet’s passion that is absent from Kant’s prose the intensity of the experience by which we undergo the struggle between the flesh and spirit, a struggle which includes the very recognition of the presence or the loss of soul. We have in the dolphin—and in the images that it begets— an image not of ‘awakening’ to a moral and spiritual dimension of life, but of rescue from the one and salvation by the other. The repetition of ‘fury’, ‘mire’, ‘complexity’ (an Augustinian angst that contrasts with Platonic calm) gives way to the image of drowning and being lost in matter or the flesh, the vision gone, but the sea’s surface can be rent and is disturbed and tormented by the sound of bells, the great Cathedral gong of the city of Byzantium, intimations of higher things, of transcendence. Transcendence here must mean more than the experience of a perspective, but the going beyond one condition or state of being to another, inhabiting that perspective, and Yeats describes the process, of ‘an agony of flame that cannot singe a sleeve’, of the smithies of the emperor breaking the bitter furies of complexity and forging the tempered, hammered gold of the soul’s simplicity.
At the beginning of this paper I said that in writing about the sublime Kant had seemed to capture the sense of a perennial human experience. In retrospect, it seems more plausible to suggest that Kant offers us a religious or spiritual vision rather than a moral one. Some philosophers will resist what looks like a universal objective morality as determining the scope of artistic genius. But the argument about morality must be left to another place. I had also asked whether the Kantian vision was genuinely profound or merely illusory (though maybe it could be both). Is there indeed, in Winch’s words, ‘a standard from the point of view of which the disorder and the wretchedness which so largely characterise human life in its fundamental aspects may be assessed and come to terms with’? It has to be said that Kant writes with vexing serenity about the ideas of reason that are set in motion by the sublime and by the work of artistic genius. But, on the other hand, he makes no claim to knowledge, only to possibilities of thought. On the other hand, the more anguished Yeats seems to project a knowledge derived from experience.
Perhaps it has to be remembered that the rescuing dolphin comes only in the desperate last moments of the poet’s call, as we are told.
This paper is dedicated to the memory of the late Professor M.P. Rege

[1] In Transformations of Mind: Philosophy as Spiritual Practice, Cambridge University Press, 2000.
[2] References are to the Meredith translation, with some minor alterations by the author.
[3]…in einer Vollständigkeit sinnlich zu machen, für die sich in der Natur kein Beispiel findet. Meredith’s translation slightly obscures an interesting repetition in Kant’s German of the word for an example (Beispiel): ‘the poet shows us things which we find examples of in our experience, death, envy, love and so on, but goes beyond the bounds of experience by displaying them with a completeness of which there is no example in nature’.
[4] Simone Weil, First and Last Notebooks, p 147, quoted in Peter Winch, Trying to Make Sense, p 122


References

Kant, Immanuel, 1928. Critique of Judgment, trans. James Creed Meredith. Oxford, Clarendon Press
— 1957. Kritik der Urteilskraft. Wiesbaden, Suhrkamp
McGhee, Michael, 2000. Transformations of Mind: Philosophy as Spiritual Practice, Cambridge, Cambridge University Press.
Weil, Simone, 1970. First and Last Notebooks, trans. Richard Rees. Oxford, Oxford University Press
Winch, Peter, 1987. Trying to Make Sense, Oxford, Basil Blackwell
Yeats, W.B., 1992. Collected Poems, ed. Augustine Martin. London, Vintage

Friday 19 October 2007

Damp Chester mists

Anselm in his dark cell prays for the light
Of God to guide him in his nights and days

Of care and world, with grace to seek his face
Oh, bold and timid, anxious, honest monk

Stranded briefly, cold, on the River Dee
In the damp Chester mists, I crossed your path

In this raw place, and in your Church at Bec
The fool in your heart … said there is no God,

And you forced your thought to conceive of him
As the singular One above all else

That cannot but exist, must, must exist
Must lift you from your sinful, earthly gaze

Though hidden and remote, he must be there
His absence an illusion due to lust

Oh dark-light world, in the sight of beauty
The smiling embrace in Christ of brothers

Confounds the flesh with the joy of spirit

Sunday 14 October 2007

How to get from Anselm to Socrates?








It's difficult living away from a home that is not yet one's home, at least not for a few more months, and yet it is still something that I miss, this still unfamiliar home, somewhere I would rather be. A and I are driving up from Lancaster on 2nd November for the Gills Bay ferry, crossing over to St Margaret's Hope and flying over to the island the next morning and shall stay there for a week. The drive is already becoming something of a mythic journey for me, perhaps because I am so neurotic about long distances. Meanwhile, I find myself teaching some first years about St Anselm's Proslogion and trying to use it as a point of departure for a paper I have agreed to write on teaching philosophy, which is a bit of a problem because the main body of the article is about Plato's Symposium: how to join them up. Here is the current draft, the stuff on Anselm is just a set of rough notes:

On Wisdom and Virtue: What do philosophers teach?

In a basement seminar room in the Department, smell of stale damp air, the fuse gone in the extractor fan, the text for the day a passage from Anselm’s Proslogion, the students in their first year, second week, we are starting to teach them philosophy, and they have been presented with these short and rebarbative chapters, the locus classicus for the Ontological Argument. Is this where I should wish to start, and does it matter? No, I should not myself have wanted to start from here, but this is a team effort and this is where we are for two hours. The students have read the text, are bright, bubbly, wary of each other, of me, but amused and excited by the atmosphere that their chemistry has unexpectedly brought about. For a few months in the eleventh century Anselm himself was hardly more than twenty miles from here sorting out difficulties in the new Abbey being built in Chester. He had already composed the Proslogion.

Someone has been assigned to introduce the opening chapters. They hardly refer to the first chapter, complaining impatiently that there is something wrong with the famous inversion:

For I do not seek to understand in order to believe, but I believe in order to understand.

Something wrong, they think, it seems to be cheating when he should be trying to ‘prove’ that there is a God in the first place, how can you start by affirming your belief ... as though it were that simple. On the other hand, one also sees, doesn't one, a nervous and placatory moment here? Maybe that is what is picked up, subliminally, but interpreted as a problem with an idea rather than an emotion. And why is writing this at all?

I imagine we shall settle on the question whether ‘existence is a predicate’, see whether Anselm is confused when he claims that it is ‘greater’ to exist in reality than to exist only in the understanding. In one sense I should have thought he is obviously not confused. Or at least, to counter Kant, I'd rather have a hundred quid in my pocket than in my mind ... That would be 'better', but not greater, surely. But isn't a living God greater than an imaginary one? Wouldn't it be terrific to discover that there really were unicorns? Of course, but they would not be more perfect as unicorns for being real than merely imaginary. But isn't the real point that Anselm, in his pursuit of greater understanding, is in fact developing a grammar of God?

Anselm thinks that if God is a being of utter greatness … such that no greater can be conceived, then he exists, because this utter greatness could surely be surpassed if he existed only in the understanding, since it is greater to exist also in reality. One would be thinking of something greater, he claims, if one thought of such a being as existing in reality than as existing only in the understanding. Except, one wants to say, there is no possible comparison of two modes of existence here, surely, since you either exist or you don't and 'existing in the mind' is not really a form of existence ...


... How can this not really be quite tedious, there are these proofs for the existence of God, but of course they are flawed … yes, I remember my own first reaction was just like that of this self-conscious student, it can’t be right, no, but it is not enough for you to announce that the argument is flawed, you need to show how it is. So, point out the flaw … Silence. So is this doing philosophy, then, exposing a medieval sleight of hand? Well what is the sleight of hand: write the crucial passage on the board:

So even the Fool is convinced that something than which nothing greater can be thought is at least in his understanding; for when he hears of this [being], he understands [what he hears], and whatever is understood is in the understanding. But surely that than which a greater cannot be thought cannot be only in the understanding. For if it were only in the understanding, it could be thought to exist also in reality—something which is greater [than existing only in the understanding]. Therefore, if that than which a greater cannot be thought were only in the understanding, then that than which a greater cannot be thought would be that than which a greater can be thought! But surely this [conclusion] is impossible. Hence, without doubt, something than which a greater cannot be thought exists both in the understanding and in reality.

This is not my territory but I hope I am not going to mislead them too much. ‘Whatever is understood is in the understanding’. Well what is understood here and what is therefore in the understanding? Is it God that is thus understood, and is therefore in the understanding? Or is it the idea of God that is understood and is therefore in the understanding? And how can the latter be a way in which God exists? What is understood is an idea and yes, it ‘exists in the understanding’, and of course whatever is understood is in the understanding, but that is no more than to say that it is understood. But doesn’t it look as though Anselm thinks that it is the being than which nothing greater can be thought that exists in the understanding rather than the idea of that being, and the conception of a being is surely not a mode of its existence, as I have said … except that I rather think from comments by my more scholarly and better informed friends that Anselm would believe it was … that to have the idea of God in the understanding is already to be touched by God. But if that is true, then we are not really dealing with an ontological argument. God's existence in the understanding would just be one mode of his existence after all, it would be an effect upon us of his divine power, a lesser form of his existence by comparison with how he is in himself. It makes the second chapter merely preparatory for the third … Anselm would think that there are degrees of reality ... there is the supreme form of being, necessary being, then the lesser contingent being and then being in the mind ...

‘For if it were only in the understanding, it could be thought to exist also in reality—something which is greater [than existing only in the understanding].’

This is not the time, yet, for talking about first and second order predicates, there is plenty of time for that later. But what about the next chapter? they have only read it in a cursory manner and it turns out that they think that it simply repeats the content of the previous chapter. We look more closely, and one realises how difficult it is to read this material for the first time, and see that it doesn’t say that it is greater to exist in reality than to exist merely in the understanding but rather that it is greater to exist in such a way that one cannot be conceived as not existing than to exist in such a way that one can be conceived as not existing. So we arrive at the distinction between contingent and necessary being and, for Anselm, come to a developed understanding of God, hence the point of the grammatical investigation.
…………..

As he settles himself down next to his host at the dinner party Socrates remarks that

It would be very nice, Agathon, if wisdom were like water, and flowed by contact out of a person who has more into one who has less, just as water can be made through a thread of wool out of the fuller of two cups into the emptier
. (175d)

On hearing this quotation a friend of mine once wryly remarked that nowadays we call this kind of exchange ‘knowledge transfer’—and the joke has a point: we are more inclined now, at least in British institutions of higher education, to talk in terms of knowledge and skills than in terms of wisdom. Indeed a certain embarrassment surrounds the use of such a word in an environment in which the motto of one university is ‘Investing in Knowledge’. The idea that there can be knowledge without wisdom is not acknowledged, partly perhaps because there is so much more agreement about what passes for knowledge and 'wisdom' sounds terminally 'value-laden'.

But philosophy is not about knowledge and skills, even though those who are taught philosophy certainly acquire both. The question arises, then, what is it to do philosophy at all? and what is the nature of the wisdom that philosophers once allegedly aspired to (they hardly do so now)? Unfortunately even philosophers are all too ready to answer this question precipitately, and they answer, naturally enough, in the light of knowledge that derives from their philosophical education. What I want to suggest in what follows is that professional philosophers have through an unfortunate division of labour come to think that what was once only a part of philosophy is the thing itself. But if we are to think of the larger whole we shall have to consider the place and status of poetry and literature.


In the Preface to his translation of Plato’s Symposium[1] Robin Waterfield refers to what he calls ‘the balance between philosophy and literary art’ in that text. This is hardly an unexpected or surprising remark since the Symposium is an unusual dialogue in which as well as the familiar Socratic dialectic and argumentation, there is also a series of speeches about the nature of Love or Eros—speeches that are ponderous, portentous, comic, sentimental or deluded, though all of them manage somehow to say something true about Love—even as, ironically, they reveal in the speakers at least as much ignorance as self-knowledge or wisdom, the nature and pursuit of which is the theme of the book. The Symposium also contains the playwright Aristophanes’ humorous instructions about how to cure hiccups and his playful account of how lovers are literally in search of their ‘other half’—and Plato turns his hand to comic but crucial theatre when a drunken Alcibiades lurches in, supported by a flute girl, and reminisces ruefully about his failure to seduce Socrates when once he crept expectantly under his blanket.

This little drama has its own power to compel and reveal, and reinforces rather than merely illustrates the priestess Diotima’s claim that wisdom is not a quantity or commodity than can be exchanged, and that in a certain state of Eros the offer of sexual favours in exchange for wisdom is as untempting as the offer of dross for gold. And then there is the allegorical tale of how Eros was born of Poverty and Contrivance, and the unforgettable image there which is at once a picture of Socrates, of the lover and of the philosopher, weather-beaten, shoeless and homeless. We also hear how Socrates, wearing shoes on this occasion, finally drinks everyone else under the table and heads off at daybreak to the gym.

But to talk as Waterfield does of a balance in the dialogue between philosophy and literary art rather assumes that we know perfectly well the nature of the quantities that rest upon the scales, that we know what the philosophy is and how it is to be distinguished from the ‘literary art’. But though some of us are more confident than others about how the lines are to be drawn, it is not perhaps such a straightforward issue. The nature of philosophy and the range of its methods are profoundly contested and we tend anyway as we all know to our cost or amusement to make unconscious choices that favour our own aptitudes by reference to which we then define the discipline.
Certainly the Symposium is a piece of literature—it is a representation and an enactment of the nature of the pursuit of wisdom, of what it is to do philosophy at all—but it seems to me to contain not so much a ‘balance’ between ‘philosophy’ and ‘literary art’ as an inventive convergence of methods by which the philosophical aim of self-understanding and insight can be achieved. Instead of talking of a balance in the dialogue between philosophy and literary art, I should prefer to talk rather of a convergence of tropes, a range of forms of reflection—story-telling, allegory, theatre, metaphor, dialectic, analysis, in combination and mutual dependence. This is not a matter of balance between philosophy and something else—‘literary art’. The philosophy lies in the totality. Thus, the elenchus is a particular procedure within the context of the whole which undermines attachment to such beliefs and attitudes as make us blind to what can be shown in the same dialogue only by other means. The elenchus is not the philosophy in the dialogue, but only a part of it. All the aspects in combination have the function of investigating and revealing realities that were previously hidden or unavailable. At the beginning such realities may be only dimly discerned, and we proceed feelingly by means of images and metaphors that we do not fully understand but they lead us by means of an imaginative form of reflection which belongs precisely to the nature of image and metaphor, the sense of an isomorphism in which attention to one of the terms leads us towards knowledge of another.

But, at the same time I am not entirely persuaded by my own intuition about where and how the lines should be drawn, and this is partly because our attitudes about what philosophy is are so entrenched. What I want to do in what follows is to look more closely at the question—what is it to do philosophy? It seems to me that the essentially Socratic attempt to free us from the bewitchment of our intelligence by language is only a part of philosophy and I am concerned that at least some of its other aspects are placed too firmly on the side of ‘literature’—but that doesn’t quite do it, either, since these other aspects could also quite naturally be thought of as belonging to ‘literature’ (but not ‘literature’ as opposed to ‘philosophy’) in just the way that the little scene with Alcibiades could, even though it has an obviously philosophical function (and is not merely ‘at the service’ of philosophy). Better, perhaps, the distinction to be made is not straightforwardly between one general kind of writing and another, ‘philosophy’ and ‘literature’, but rather between different forms of literature. One kind of writing of a discursive and analytic kind is quite obviously ‘philosophy’ as we currently understand the discipline but other kinds are no less ‘philosophical’ for the absence of these methods. Perhaps more than I realise turns on the fact that I use the noun ‘philosophy’ to characterise one kind of literature and the adjective ‘philosophical’ to characterise another. On the other hand, it is too question-begging and defeatist to leave things like that. The writing that we recognise as ‘philosophy’ (and the ‘we’ is overwhelmingly significant here as one thinks of the reception of continental philosophy in the Anglophone world) is so recognised because of a questionable division of labour, and what we see in the Platonic dialogues represent the status quo ante. It is an enactment of a particular aspect of philosophy and other forms enact and represent its other aspects.
I am acutely aware that many of us subscribe to the view that philosophy is an activity, a conversation which can also be carried out and also represented in writing, and that is partly the reason I have been talking about both representation and enactment, since the Symposium so obviously offers a representation and a carrying on of its subject matter, the investigation of the nature of desire. But the problem is to say just what kind of activity it is. There is plenty of scope in the history of philosophy for elenchus and the critique of our pretensions to knowledge, but explorations of the possibilities of knowledge, the forms in which human life can be ‘examined’, take much more diffuse forms and are no less philosophical for that. In other words the term ‘philosophical’ names a function or telos rather than a subset of the methods by which this telos or function might be achieved. What I have in mind in referring to this function or telos is a particular kind of moral endeavour that defines a philosophical community, at once revelatory and emancipatory, critical and constructive. The Socratic dialectic and elenchus by means of which ignorance and delusion may sometimes be dismantled is a part of this philosophical endeavour but not the whole: indeed there is a particular kind of intellectual and moral cruelty which simply dismantles and then leaves.
There is, then, unfortunately, an historical division of labour that is now reinforced and institutionalised in academic departments of philosophy, an institutional drag on the possibility of change within the discipline that reinforces more personal forms of resistance. The division of labour involves a fragmentation of the conception of philosophy that emerges in Plato’s Symposium and, to use a formula that has some significance in that dialogue, what I should want to call a part of philosophy has appropriated the name of the whole.

In her account of Eros Diotima claims that one thing that gods and ignorant mortals have in common is that neither of them desires wisdom, the one because they are already wise and you can only desire what you do not have, the other because they are unaware of any lack and you cannot desire what you do not know yourself to lack. I suppose one should qualify both of these statements, one in the ironic spirit of the Symposium itself. It is misleading to conflate ‘being wise’ and ‘having wisdom’, or at least the latter is a misleading expression which assimilates wisdom to a possible possession like health or wealth which could then be treated as a commodity with an exchange value. Socrates is lured by Diotima into offering an analysis of the desire for beauty in terms of ‘possession of the beautiful’, but is abruptly corrected, as we shall see, and the point is that the readiness to offer just that conflating analysis is the indication of a certain kind of moral blindness on his part that is seen rather more poignantly in the case of Alcibiades. Diotima’s alternative suggestion, that what we desire is ‘procreation in the beautiful’, is enormously suggestive as an account of what is involved in the love specifically of wisdom, because it tells us something about what it is to be or to become wise, and what it is to desire to be wise, that has a bearing on the nature of a creativity that reveals an inner unity between philosophy and literature or, as I shall now say, poetry.

The gods are wise and therefore do not desire to be wise. As for the ignorant, they are not always so deeply engulfed in their condition—we should want to tread more warily around a phrase like ‘you cannot desire what you do not know you lack’ since people sometimes protest too much, and the point about mauvaise foi is that it is evanescent. Nevertheless Diotima then offers a comment on a character we perhaps all know too well:

The tiresome thing about ignorance is precisely this, that a man who possesses neither beauty nor goodness nor intelligence is perfectly well satisfied with himself, and no one who does not believe that he lacks a thing desires what he does not believe he lacks.

Socrates then asks what kind of person can be said to love or desire wisdom and is told that it is ‘those who fall between wisdom and ignorance’. This class includes, however, the personified Eros, that weather-beaten, shoeless, homeless person who exemplifies the felt lack at the heart of desire, and it includes Eros because
wisdom is one of the most beautiful things, and Love is love of beauty, so it follows that Love must be a lover of wisdom and consequently in a state half-way between wisdom and ignorance.

I suppose we have to acknowledge that the conclusion is rather dubious. A lover of (any kind of) beauty could only ‘love wisdom’ if they were in a position to perceive it as ‘one of the most beautiful things’ and even then we can admire something beautiful without desiring it. There is a general comment to be made here on Plato’s account of eros and beauty. Beauty is something that we admire and we can admire a person or a beautiful object without conceiving a desire for them or suffering that sense of lack which belongs to desire. Indeed the whole Kantian aesthetic rather depends on this point. In any event, Diotima crucially represents the philosopher as a lover, an erastes. One might say that it is difficult to see how this image can be sustained: ‘wisdom’ is not an obvious candidate for the role of eromenos or ‘beloved’. And there is a further problem, which can be expressed as follows: surely one needs to know what wisdom is if one is to desire it. I’m not sure that this latter claim is true, since one can be oppressed by ignorance and futility and have a sense of something that transcends it without having much idea of what that would be, let alone how to attain it. Much more mundanely, and to talk perhaps more specifically of phronesis or ‘practical wisdom’, our ordinary human follies and stupidities are precisely failures to learn from experience, defined by our inability to act in the light of knowledge of the particular causal chains that characterise the human condition, and the wisdom consists not just in knowing but also in the power to act in the light of that knowledge.
But the dialogue almost centres on these two issues. The point about the figures of Alcibiades and Socrates is the admiration of the former and the attractiveness or moral beauty of the latter. The natural eromenos of the philosopher erastes is precisely someone wise or capable of wisdom. What we are shown is the failure of Alcibiades to comprehend what he admires and is attracted to. His conception of the wisdom of Socrates is limited and distorted by his spiritual condition: he does not understand the true nature of what attracts him, but is still passionately attracted to the distinctive demeanour and presence of Socrates. He thinks that Socrates has something that he can have through an exchange of goods, etc. This misunderstood attractiveness of Socrates is an important image of what it is to be in an intermediate state between ignorance and wisdom, a state which determines that one does not yet understand the nature of what one finds attractive. But this image is an essential part of a philosophical argument. In that sense Alcibiades is just as much a philosopher as the young Socrates: his being in ‘an intermediate state between ignorance and wisdom’ is shown in his failure to understand the nature of what for all that he still desires.
I turn now to a set of reflections by Diotima which have a more obvious bearing on the question of the relationship between ‘literature’ and ‘philosophy’.
“Why is it then, Socrates, if all men are always in love with the same thing, that we do not speak of all men as being in love, but say that some men are in love and others not?” …”the truth is that we isolate a particular kind of love and appropriate for it the name of love, which really belongs to a wider whole, while we employ a different name for the other kinds of love.”

Let us leave on one side the question of how we are supposed to substantiate the claim that all men are always in love with or desire the same thing—in fact it is claimed to be immortality or the eudaimonia or fulfilment that comes from possession of what is desired, and that is not as straightforward as it sounds. The obvious example of what Diotima has in mind here is philosophia itself. She claims in effect that the prefix masks that alleged unity among phenomena which makes the figure of Eros born of Poverty and Contrivance also the figure of the philosopher.
The initial implausibility of that alleged unity is lessened, I think, if we reduce talk of the beauty or attractiveness of wisdom to talk of the beauty or attractiveness of those deemed to be wise, and Alcibiades is certainly given lines which show him to be in a state of desire in relation to Socrates. But it is at this point in the conversation with Diotima that the young Socrates is made to ask an artless question whose answer brings us to the heart of the matter:
“Can you give me another example of such a usage?” … “Yes, here it is. By its original meaning poetry means simply creation, and creation, as you know, can take very various forms. Any action which is the cause of a thing emerging from non-existence to existence might be called poetry, and all the processes in all the crafts are kinds of poetry, and all those who engage in them poets … but yet they are not called poets, but have other names, and out of the whole field of poetry or creation one part, which deals with music and metre, is isolated and called by the name of the whole. This part alone is called poetry, and those whose province is this part of poetry are called poets”.

In parenthesis I should like to suggest, and this brings us back to the opening discussion about the nature of philosophy, that something similar has happened to the term ‘philosophy’. Just as Eros and poiesis have been appropriated for the part within the larger whole, ‘philosophy’ has been appropriated as a term that covers analysis and argument, that is to say, to a subset of the techniques, activities and attitudes that converge in the illuminative and emancipatory project of philosophy.
I think that the picture that emerges from this passage and what follows it is of philosophy as a form of poiesis, of creation or making, and of the philosopher as engaged in a form of creativity. But it is a very particular form of ‘causing a thing to emerge from non-existence to existence’, one that is expressed in terms of the metaphorics of bringing-forth, a bringing-forth of wisdom and virtue. But it seems to me that what Plato also envisages, and this comes out clearly in the graduated series of objects of desire in the Ascent to Absolute Beauty described by Diotima, is the making or creating of an Academy, a philosophical community of teachers and pupils which centres on this form of creativity.
But what support is there for the claim that philosophy is a form of poiesis? Let us start with the idea that there is a unity between the various forms of desire, that what they have in common is that experience of lack exemplified in the figure of Eros, who is more a spirit than a god and more a tramp than a spirit:
“The object of love, Socrates, is not, as you think, beauty.” “What is it then?” “Its object is to procreate and bring forth in beauty.” (207b)[2]

Whatever one may want to say about this general characterisation, the implication is that the object of the love of that form of beauty which is wisdom—what is here desired—is to procreate and bring forth in the beautiful. But what does this mean in this particular case? Well, it is here that the famous distinction is made in the Symposium between corporeal and spiritual progeny or offspring:
Those whose creative instinct is physical have recourse to women, and show their love in this way … but there are some whose creative instinct is of the soul, and who long to beget spiritually, not physically, the progeny which it is the nature of the soul to create and bring to birth. If you ask what that progeny is, it is wisdom and virtue in general; of this all poets and such craftsmen as have found out some new thing may be said to be begetters. (209a)

Thus Walter Hamilton’s translation. Waterfield offers a rather different and in some ways more interesting one:
Now, when men are physically pregnant, … they’re more likely to be attracted to women …Those who are mentally pregnant, however … I mean there are people whose minds are far more pregnant than their bodies; they’re filled with the offspring you might expect a mind to bear and produce. What offspring? Virtue, and especially wisdom. For instance, there are the creations brought into the world by the poets and any craftsmen who count as having done any original work …

The differences between the Hamilton and Waterfield translation presumably hints at some difficult metaphorical compression in the original about which I am in no position to comment. In any event, we have both male and female roles, begetting, conceiving, being pregnant, giving birth and rearing offspring in a slightly overwrought and promiscuous atmosphere of mutual attraction which surely merits Nietzsche’s cheerful comment:
Plato … says with an innocence for which one must be Greek and not ‘Christian’, that there would be no Platonic philosophy at all if Athens had not possessed such beautiful youths; it was the sight of them which first plunged the philosopher’s soul into an erotic whirl and allowed it no rest until it had implanted the seed of all high things into so beautiful a soil. Another singular saint!—one doesn’t believe one’s ears, even supposing one believes Plato. One sees at least that philosophising was different in Athens, above all public …Philosophy in the manner of Plato should rather be defined as an erotic contest …What finally emerged from this philosophical eroticism of Plato? A new artistic form of the Greek agon, dialectics. §23 p 80-81 Twilight of the Idols)

As far as poiesis is concerned, Diotima makes explicit reference to the poets when she talks about this spiritual offspring as virtue and wisdom. It is important to notice what Diotima goes on to say here, since it indicates a relatively low position in a larger hierarchy for the vocation of what we think of as philosophy
but far the greatest and fairest branch of wisdom is that which is concerned with the ordering of states and families, whose name is moderation and justice. (ibid)

But my particular interest at this point is that Diotima has told us that the philosopher is someone who desires wisdom because it is one of the highest forms of beauty, that to desire something beautiful is not so much a matter of seeking to possess and keep it but to bring to birth and procreate in it, and that in the case of the desire for wisdom the desire is manifested therefore in the desire to procreate and bring it forth. The main images are of begetting, being pregnant and giving birth. Begetting is a male activity and makes most sense in relation to the idea of ‘procreating in the beautiful’. The image which is slightly neglected but which seems the most important to me, is that of conceiving. Being pregnant and giving birth follow conception. In any case the picture is of planting seed as it were in another, bringing to birth in oneself and also, of course, acting as midwife to others as others have so acted to oneself in a community defined by these metaphors of creative relationship.
But Diotima goes on to identify the poets as among those who bring forth wisdom and virtue. The point is emphasised a little later when she mentions Homer and Hesiod:
Take Homer, for example, and Hesiod, and the other good poets; who would not envy them the children that they left behind them, children whose qualities have won immortal fame and glory for their parents? (209c)

What is desired by those who desire wisdom is expressed by means of the metaphorics of procreation and birth, including begetting, conceiving, gestation, bringing forth and raising: the relevant offspring are forms of wisdom and virtue.
Now whether this reference to wisdom and virtue is interesting and profound or merely pious depends absolutely on the ways in which these terms are applied. It is obvious enough that the metaphors are well-established as a language for talking about creativity or poiesis, about composition and realisation, as a way of talking about the formation of our ideas about how things are, about how we come to see that something we had taken for granted was an error or an illusion, about how we come to what Wittgenstein called a perspicuous representation, an understanding which consists in ‘seeing connections’. The kind of bringing forth of wisdom and virtue that Diotima attributes to the good poets seems to me an essentially philosophical poiesis, an activity of enlightenment and self-understanding which suggests a Platonic criterion of literary value. But again everything depends upon what content we give to this talk of wisdom and virtue. The dialogue itself of course offers representations of the progression from ignorance to self-understanding in its account of the real nature of Eros as essentially suffering lack, as weather-beaten, shoeless and homeless, and certainly not a lovely god. Or in its acute portrayal of Alcibiades’ failure to understand the nature of the embodied wisdom that he is also attracted to. It is Diotima who makes this connection between poetry—here in the form of music and metre—and the love of wisdom, a form of creativity that is to that extent philosophical, suggesting an inner unity between two forms of poiesis that is essentially philosophical. The Symposium itself creatively enacts and represents these processes. Of course the Socratic dialectic is an essential part of what we have come to understand philosophy to be, but, as I am seeking to show, this is only one activity among others in the attempt to communicate wisdom, essentially a process by which scales are removed from someone’s eyes, their errors and delusions are dismantled, so that they are brought into a state of tension which is ripe for something further, the development of wisdom. The connection between wisdom and virtue is also germane to the Platonic enterprise and has obvious resonances in the Indian traditions. Thus the image of the Cave in the Republic exercises a power of attraction upon the imagination, and its power of attraction is also a sign that it is showing us something which we have not yet fully realised. I think of the moment when the released prisoner sees for the first time the mechanisms which had determined the form of his whole previous experience. And then we find that it provides a kind of template by which we can start to gain an understanding of our own experience, that the form of our inner condition (the presence or absence of virtue) determines what we see and what we fail to see.


[1] I have mostly used the old Penguin translation by Walter Hamilton but have also referred to the Waterfield translation published by Oxford World Classics.
[2] Waterfield has the clearer but less elegant ‘birth and procreation in a beautiful medium’ (p 49)