The desire for originality is not new, and explanations of it are
old. Some of them are based on the supposed working of the artistic
temperament. The artist, it is said, craves expression at all costs,
and if the craving is not satisfied in one direction, it will reach in
another. If we cannot pour all of our energy into our painting or our
music, we may express the surplus in long hair and flowing cravat. This
explanation, even if it were true, would imply that the artist desires
notoriety rather than expression, for you cannot express yourself unless
you speak a language your audience already knows, but eccentricity,
which is the extreme form of originality, will attract attention even
if it is not understood. But artists are not likely to admit that this
theory does justice to their temperament. They will remark that few of
the greatest masters have been eccentric in their appearance, none of
them in their subject-matter. Like other men they fitted the society in
which their lot fell, except that they had a genius for feeling life more
vitally than other men. So many of them, like Chaucer or Shakespeare or
Scott, cultivated the art of living close to their fellows and sharing
an average fate, that we half suspect the less gifted would do the same
if they could; for the artist who is original in dress or manners is not
likely to meet human nature in its normal state—rather, his neighbors
will whisper when he appears, and nudge each other, and he will never
see what manners they use toward those who are not queer. Poets with
an original or eccentric subject-matter meet the same fate. Could Poe
or Baudelaire learn anything about us if they came among us with a
reputation for the abnormal? Would we not unconsciously close to them
our usual impulses, in our curiosity to observe their strangeness? To
the artist who loves life in the sane way of a Chaucer, a Montaigne, a
Molière, such a welcome would be calamitous; rather hide anything that
distinguishes him from others, even the fact that he can write, if by
this caution he may draw closer to his sensitive race, and observe the
undisturbed mystery and beauty of natural life.
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