The golden whales of California, and other rhymes in the American languageLindsay, Vachel
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The golden whales of California, and other rhymes in the American language
Lindsay, Vachel
American poetry -- 20th century
“Patriotic art students have discussed with mingled irony and
admiration the Boston domination of the only American culture of the
nineteenth century, namely, literature. Indianapolis has had her day
since then. Chicago is lifting her head. Nevertheless Boston still
controls the text book in English, and dominates our high schools.
Ironic feelings in this matter, on the part of western men, are based
somewhat on envy and illegitimate cussedness, but are also grounded in
the honest hope of a healthful rivalry. They want new romanticists and
artists as indigenous to their soil as was Hawthorne to witch-haunted
Salem, or Longfellow to the chestnuts of his native heath. Whatever may
be said of the patriarchs, from Oliver Wendell Holmes to Amos Bronson
Alcott, they were true sons of the New England stone fences and
meeting houses. They could not have been born or nurtured anywhere else
on the face of the earth.
“Some of us view with a peculiar thrill the prospect that Los Angeles
may become the Boston of the photoplay. Perhaps it would be better to
say the Florence, because California reminds one of colorful Italy,
more than of any part of the United States. Yet there is a difference.
“The present day man-in-the-street, man-about-town Californian has an
obvious magnificence about him that is allied to the eucalyptus tree,
the pomegranate....
“The enemy of California says the state is magnificent, but thin. He
declares it is as though it were painted on a Brobdingnagian piece of
gilt paper, and he who dampens his finger and thrusts it through finds
an alkali valley on the other side, the lonely prickly pear, and a heap
of ashes from a deserted camp-fire. He says the citizens of this state
lack the richness of an æsthetic and religious tradition. He says there
is no substitute for time. But even these things make for coincidence.
This apparent thinness California has in common with the routine
photoplay, which is at times as shallow in its thought as the shadow
it throws upon the screen. This newness California has in common with
all photoplays. It is thrillingly possible for the state and the art to
acquire spiritual tradition and depth together.
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