The Little Review, March 1914 (Vol. 1, No. 1)Various
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The Little Review, March 1914 (Vol. 1, No. 1)
Various
Literature, Modern -- 20th century -- Periodicals
The three most interesting human faces I know are Forbes-Robertson's,
Kreisler's, and Paderewski's. In the English actor's there is a meeting
of strength and spirituality (not the anæmic "spirituality" of certain
new cults, but a quality of soul that makes him "a prince, a
philosopher, a lover, a soldier, a sad humorist," all in the limits of
one personality) that means utter nobility. It can be as cold as a
graven image, or as hot with feeling as a poet's. Depth upon depth of
subtlety plays across it--not the hypnotic subtlety of the Orientalist,
but the austere subtlety of an English scholar and a great gentleman. In
Kreisler's there is a meeting of strength and sensuousness that means
utter fascination to the artist who would paint him--utter revealment to
the musician who would analyze his art. For the secret of Kreisler's
personality and his music lies in that finely balanced combination of
qualities: a sensuousness that would be a little overpowering, a little
drugging, without the gigantic strength that seems to hold it in leash.
That balance makes possible his little air of military jauntiness, of
sad Vienna gayety; it gives him that huge effect of power that always
makes me feel I'm watching the king of the forest stride through his
kingdom. You need never expect emotionalism from this musician; he's too
strong to give you anything but passion. In Paderewski's face there is a
meeting of strength and two other predominant qualities: sentience, I
think, and suffering. It's difficult to express his great, interesting
head in a series of nouns; but there are some that come near to it:
mystery, melancholy, weariness, a sort of shattering sorrow; always the
sense of struggle and pain, and always the final releasement--in music.
For while you can conceive a Forbes-Robertson away from the stage, and a
Kreisler apart from his violin, you can never for a moment think of
Paderewski without his piano. Not that he's less of a man, but that he's
the most sensitized human instrument that ever dedicated itself to an
art.
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