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JOHN MILBANK
John Milbank
Department of Theology, University of Nottingham, University Park, Nottingham, NG7 2RD,
UK
focussed primarily upon being rather than upon God, he regarded the
sheerly logical principles of sufficient reason and excluded middle as the
assumptions from which an ontology must be built. Finally, he did not
grasp the priority of analogy of attribution over analogy of proper pro-
portionality in Aquinas and made overdrawn and ahistorical contrasts
between a neoplatonic and a Christian apophasis.
In short, as Williams again suggests, the adjective “neo-scholastic” would
seem properly to apply to Maritain, and he can by no means be entirely
exonerated of the charge of “onto-theology”.
Yet were this the whole story he would be unlikely to attract the attention,
as he does in this book, of a theologian of Williams’ perspicacity, nor of other
recent thinkers (including Karol Wojtyla) who do not fall squarely within the
camp of neo-scholasticism. It is by no means the whole story, because, on
further investigation, Maritain appears as a figure caught somewhere in the
middle of French pre-war debates, rather than as an extreme conservative.
With regard to the controversy over grace and nature, he did not exhibit the
sheer intransigence of a Garrigou-Lagrange, notably agreeing with de Lubac
that there is no natural sinlessness of angels in Aquinas. Moreover, the very
title of his key political book, Integral Humanism, reveals an essential
concurrence with the nouvelle théologie that there can only be a full humanity
when it is an engraced humanity. It is equally significant that his major
philosophical statement, Distinguish to Unite or The Degrees of Knowledge, is
clearly not a treatise in metaphysics or philosophical theology alone. On the
contrary, it is in fact an attempt to exhibit the deeper continuum between the
knowledge available to the purely natural intellect and the heightened
insight available to the engraced intellect.
And while it would be fair to say that this work shows a neoscholastic
bias towards the priority of the problem of knowledge—a bias which
ensures that it is not so far removed from Descartes and Kant as it
imagines—the specific mode of this focus allows one to prise Maritain’s
account of knowledge away from a neoscholastic metaphysics that shows
an inadequate grasp of participation in esse and the way that this upsets
immanent hierarchies of essence. For Maritain’s account of human under-
standing is the most subtle part of his philosophy and the part where he
shows the greatest loyalty to the authentic Thomas. Indeed one can say that
whereas Gilson focussed on the real distinction of esse and essentia in
Aquinas’s De Ente et Essentia, he relatively neglected the account in the
same work of “intentional being”, the life of the mind, which is so central
for Maritain.
By concentrating on this category, Maritain in practice tended to upset
any neat division between philosophia prima and sacra doctrina, because the
“intentionality” of the mind is in Augustine and Aquinas bound up with
the recognition of the role of an internally emanative “inner word” in the
act of understanding performed by a spiritual creature, a role that is only
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perfected in the generation of the divine Word within the Trinity. Hence for
all its formal assumptions, Distinguish to Unite has validly suggested to
one contemporary Dominican Thomist, Olivier-Thomas Venard (in his La
Langue de l’ineffable, building on the important work of the Maritainian
philosopher Yves Floucat), the uncovering of a metaphysics in Aquinas that
lies deeper even than the metaphysics of esse: namely a metaphysics of
participation in the Trinitarian generation of the living Word of under-
standing, and the procession of Spiritual desire. (The key to this, as Pierre
Rousselot already saw, is the astonishing passage about a hierarchy of
evermore inwardly-realised emanations at SCG 4.11.)
So despite the residue of a continued modern prioritisation of the
“knowledge problem” in Maritain over questions of our existential situa-
tion (as recovered and radicalised by Kierkegaard and Heidegger), this
modern bias is in reality overcome because he has ceased to ask “how can
we know?” but instead asks “what is knowledge?” as the factor that
characterises peculiarly human existence. And his answer here, after
Aquinas, is that knowledge pertains not to information, nor to represen-
tation, but rather to a particular state of being in which a creature, while
remaining entirely within herself, is nonetheless so directly present to
another creature that she in some sense becomes this other, while inversely,
the other that was once materially embodied, embarks within the mind of
the knower upon a new purely intellectual existence. Yet the Aristotelian
risks of a sheer abolition of alterity (“the soul is in a manner all things”) are,
for Maritain, in Aquinas qualified by the stress that intellectual existence is
both expressive and intentional. To become and to absorb the other creature
means to become other to myself through the inner elaboration of a concept
(the verbum mentis which is also the verbum cordis elicited by desire). And
self is once more withdrawn from otherness (ensuring a mutual protection
of integrity) insofar as this concept is not simply identical with the thing
known in its aspect as species, but is also a mental sign which intentionally
points back towards the other’s fully substantial reality (form/matter
compound; self-standing angelic intellectuality) that remains radically exte-
rior and yet in a sort of “participatory continuity” (as Williams puts it) or
convenientia (as Aquinas terms it) with its conceptual realisation in the
mind. Here Maritain pits an older Augustinian and realist account of
intentionality against Husserl, arguing cogently that the latter’s idealism is
the result of his failing to accept a true ontology of mind which refuses any
“outsideness” of intellection to beings and to Being.
By developing this genuinely Thomistic account of knowledge, Maritain
does not fall into the trap (arguably not avoided by Gilson) of over-reacting
against idealism by insisting on a priority of “fact” or “existence” that can
even be extended to God himself. (Such a move is in fact more Scotist than
Thomist in character.) Instead, he is repeatedly clear that Thomas’s always
central concern to uphold divine simplicity entails the utter coincidence of
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any “meaning” arise, since this involves the articulation of “one” thing
in terms of others.
It was hearing about the intuition of durée that ensured that Jacques and
Raissa Maritain were able to uphold their love-pact unto life rather than
unto death. For both, this revealed that there was “meaning” not resolvable
into functional purpose and the arbitrary blows of efficient causality. At the
same time, Jacques Maritain, once Raissa had introduced him to St.
Thomas, came to argue that the intuition of being as the “for itself” of
meaning should not be simply identified with the apprehension of genuine
time, but was rather even more fundamental. Time in its inter-tangled flow
is indeed a mystery, but it remains a mystery of finitude. And since the flow
is finite we do not need to set it dualistically over-against the externalities
of clock-time. Time is at once a matter of mutually external instants and a
flow that denies their pure externality or instantaneity. Williams very well
points out how Maritain eventually sees the aesthetic corollary of this: the
metaphorical presence of one thing in another alien thing has to be related
back to the distinctness of temporal and spatial finite realities if art is to
exceed dream. This can be taken as a qualification of modernism in its more
extreme surrealist reaches, and the same qualification was made by Olivier
Messiaen in his musical theory and practice—again through an explicit
fusion of Bergson with Aquinas. (One can also note how the Bergsonian
legacy in Maritain allows one to see more parallels between him and
Maurice Blondel than might at first be supposed, or he himself might have
readily allowed.)
Maritain’s contribution here remains important. Against Heidegger (as
he says) as well as against Bergson, he is indicating that the identifica-
tion of being with time is not a secure conclusion of a more rigorous
ontology, but is rather a still subtle confinement of Being itself to the
ontic—to existence that contingently comes to be and passes away.
Perhaps one might doubt more than Maritain whether pure reason alone
can arrive at the identification of Being with God (though he says rela-
tively little about this), yet one can at least claim that only theology
allows the most radical securing of the ontological difference. Moreover,
in speaking of an “intuition” of esse that is finally to be identified with
God, Maritain in effect conjoins a phenomenological moment to his theo-
logical metaphysics. This was what caused Gilson to protest at his min-
gling of metaphysics with mysticism in forsaking the view that the
presence of Being in beings is something that reason can only infer. But
while, indeed, Maritain adds an explicit “intuition of being” to Aquinas,
it is possible to argue that it is latent in the latter’s texts and that in the
end Gilson also affirmed something similar. For do we not directly expe-
rience in every existing essence a “surplus” of being which is at once the
sheer fact of being and the open active potential of this existing par-
ticularity itself? Again Williams wonderfully explicates Maritain’s aes-
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with the integrity of the artwork: this can involve a “moral” self-
disciplining and self-restraint, but is relatively independent of the artist’s
ethical relations in the public order. On the other hand, the finished work
of art belongs in an ethical social universe and subserves prudential
purposes. As Williams suggests, it was mainly this latter aspect which Eric
Gill took from Maritain, insisting on the public usefulness and edification
offered by genuine fabrication. Quite clearly, Gill failed to appreciate the
more modernist aspect of the French philosopher’s aesthetics, whereby art
exceeds the decorative and the functional in its disclosive capacity. Gill’s
erstwhile disciple David Jones however, as Williams contends, fully appre-
ciated this—linking the non-mimetic character of modern art with the
transubstantiated elements of the Mass which are in strange guise the body
and blood of Christ, and do not merely depict or indicate them. Jones’s
poetry of complex invocation and allusion, and his painting with its
increasingly intersecting and overlapping lines and forms, realises far more
fully than Gill’s hieratic sculpting Maritain’s concern with the exposure and
re-articulation of “hidden connections”.
At the same time, Jones for Williams advances beyond Maritain. He sees
that all of human culture involves the “gratuity” of art, and that this sense
of engraced newness is not alien to ethical prudence, but rather intrinsic to
a sense of a charitable ethics as exceeding prudence (here one might add
that this lies nearer than Maritain to an appreciation of our natural desiring
orientation to the supernatural). Williams then makes the transition to
Flannery O’Connor by suggesting that the narrative dimension of ethics
reveals a work of poesis that always accompanies the work of praxis.
Jones’s long, broken epics already in part disclose such a dimension, but
Williams finds it more acutely present in O’Connor’s fictions. What the
latter took from Maritain was again a sense of the integrity of the work of
art achieved initially (if not at all ultimately) for its own sake. In the case
of fiction, this means the withdrawal of the intrusive and seemingly
omnipotent narrator. It should rather seem as if the characters “write
themselves”, while the voice of the narrator must itself be alienated into the
very fabric of the fiction as that of another character (or characters) within
the plot. At the same time, O’Connor offers something other than either
Maritain or Jones: a sense of the extremity of the drama of salvation, of the
tragic proximity of redemption to damnation. This is because of her acute
sense that grace is more than simply a possible gratuity; rather, without this
gratuity, the merely self-enclosed realm of human possibility will prove to
be demonic. At the same time, within the apparently secure and necessary
compromises of our world, the offer of grace may appear as a terrible threat
of destruction and may indeed entail this in some measure. One might
recall here the rage of another novelist, George Bernanos, against Maritain:
the latter failed to realise that Christ can sometimes appear rather as the
“executioner” than the “nursemaid” of the soul. In this context, Williams
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love is a process, must not love always have a future which opens up
limitless and unexpected possibilities?
One perhaps finds more of the sense of an ineliminable goodness in
being and an ineliminable hope even for this world in Chesterton and
Tolkien, who interestingly exhibit another mode of development of a
Catholic and even a Thomistic aesthetic. Often Chesterton’s paradoxes
benignly indicate how attempts to deny God and exalt humanity or nature
are always grotesquely also the opposite. It is just for this reason that
Chesterton, unlike modernism (or arguably as another mode of it) tended
to work with and not against popular culture, idioms and genres, in part
to the end of their subversion, but in part also to the end of their real
fulfilment. (In this respect he was followed by Greene and Waugh as well
as by C. S. Lewis, Charles Williams and Tolkien.) And perhaps the comic
element in O’Connor stems from precisely a pushing of this mode of
Chestertonian paradox to the most grotesque possible extreme.
Yet by and large her fiction seems to lie, like much of twentieth-century
Catholic fiction, within the trajectory stemming from Leon Bloy and
Charles Péguy (also Maritain’s mentors) which has tended to ask (Graham
Greene is an acute example) whether, in the face of bourgeois indifference,
damnation does not lie closer to redemption than lukewarmness and
scientific neutrality. At its most extreme this tradition has asked whether it
is possible to risk one’s own damnation for the sake of others, although this
is rightly diagnosed as the most subtle of all the devil’s wiles by Bernanos
in the utterly terrifying Sous le Soleil de Satan. If this novel disturbed
Maritain, its verdict is nonetheless an authentically Augustinian and
Thomistic one, as against certain decadent pietistic extremities. Here, at
least, it is seen that the need of human nature as nature for supernatural
grace cannot denature us, but must fulfil even our animal concern for
self-protection.
But perhaps the main concern of the thoughtful reader after completing
this really excellent book (which itself is more than it seems) will be: is
Williams entirely fair to Gill?—a question already raised by John Hughes
(author of a forthcoming book on theology, art and work in the new
Blackwell Illuminations series) and one which turns out to have wide
ramifications which are linked to the “Chestertonian” issues that I have just
tried to raise.
On one level Williams is entirely fair. Yes, Gill’s work is aesthetically
limited and lacks symbolic resonance. Yes, his practice like his theory tends
to reduce art to function and propaganda. However, this can still leave one
with certain qualms. Most crudely and basically this concerns the political
issue: Gill rather than the others followed and extended Maritain’s desire
to link true art to true political practice which (before Maritain fell
disastrously in love with the Constitution of the United States) involved a
distributist/corporatist social order. More than perhaps anyone else save
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Dorothy Day, Gill tried actually to put Catholic social teaching into practice
and part of this involved a concern for the democratisation of art involving
all “makers” and not just “artists”. To be sure, Gill failed fully to see what
an artist was in any case. Yet by comparison, Jones at least in the practical
course of his life veered away from this concern with the artistry of all. Not
just that, but if we are to excoriate, along with Williams, Gill’s partial Soviet
sympathies, what are we to say to Jones’s sometime Nazi ones, however
later by him disowned and deplored? Or what are we to say about the
limits of O’Connor’s conservative Southern Agrarianism (for all its affinities
in some ways with the more liberal English Catholic distributism)? Or even
to Maritain’s initial refusal totally to denounce Pétain and ally himself with
de Gaulle? (In contrast with Bernanos, whose questionable urgings towards
right-wing theocracy nonetheless allowed him to see totalitarianism for
what it was, and again, unlike Maritain, to realise that liberal democracy
would eventually show itself to be a variant of it—as we now see all too
clearly.) Would it here be entirely outrageous to suggest that the modernist
focus on aesthetic self-sacrifice for the sake of the realised work of art,
when extended by Jones into a general cultural theory, could indeed
encourage a temporary falling for the wiles of Hitler’s “aesthetic state”?
The Anathemata, after all, does not at all moments escape a dubious
aestheticisation of war.
What I am indicating here is the possible dangers of the modernist cult
of the work of art as its own world, which involves the abnegation of the
subjectivity of the artist. And at this point there follows a more nuanced
question about the relation of modernism to romanticism, and whether the
tradition which Williams traces adequately understood this. First of all, is
it so clear that modernism breaks with romantic subjectivism? After all,
German romantic irony (in Frederick Schlegel and others) already implied
the original expressiveness of the creative self only in the ironic withdrawal
of the artist from commitment to this expression. Certainly modernism
involves usually a more serious and absolute commitment to the reality of
the artwork, but nevertheless the model of self-sacrifice for the sake of the
integrity of the work of art can be seen as an extreme continuation through
inversion of the romantic paradigm and a new presentation of the heroic
status of the artist. The concern with originality and with art as revelation
is still present and is even accentuated.
This is not at all to say that there is anything automatically “wrong” with
such features. But where they might become questionable is when, after all,
they perpetuate the romantic removal of art to the realm of the private and
esoteric. If one only focuses on the unique integrity of the artwork, then the
characteristic pre-modern public occasionality of the work of art is lost sight
of. Sometimes, indeed, modernism sought to fuse art and life together once
more, but usually in the mode of construing art as extraordinary ecstatic
ritual (Bataille, Malraux, etc.).
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In this context, is there not more to be said for Gill’s concern, after
William Morris, with the primacy of the decorative and the embellishing of
the social than Williams here allows? Certainly he failed to appreciate the
challenge of modernism, but this does not render him simply old-
fashioned. Instead, one could argue that he was the heir of a nineteenth-
century reaction against romanticism that remains just as “modern” as
modernism. This reaction, which one can trace from Ruskin, amongst
others, sought to recover the public and ethical dimension of art (while
certainly not, in Ruskin’s case, neglecting gratuity and aesthetic disclosure)
and tended to supplant the sublime with the beautiful, Milton with Dante,
the naturally misty with the civically substantive, weak colours with strong
ones, the rural wilderness with inhabited worked-on countryside—the
Lake District with the Cotswolds (or Dorset, Shropshire and the East
Midlands—one thinks here especially of Thomas Hardy, Mary Webb, D. H.
Lawrence, Edward Thomas and Ivor Gurney—all somewhat in the tradi-
tion of John Clare as sustained by Gerard Manley Hopkins rather than that
of William Wordsworth).
But there is another point here, which Gill himself failed fully to
appreciate. If one is really to criticise romantic subjectivism, then paradoxi-
cally this cannot mean the advocacy of a sheerly impersonal “disinterested”
sort of art. As we have seen, the idea of self-sacrifice for the artwork (one
reason, incidentally, why, as Alison Milbank has pointed out, modernism so
loved Frazer’s Fisher-King) is but the inversion of the romantic externali-
sation of the internal. So if one achieves, for the very first time with the
work of art a new meaning that was not there previously, then, certainly
one has ironically achieved a yet more considerable purely personal
expression. Hence Ulysses, The Waste-Land and the Anathemata are in one
sense public and impersonal works about collective history and not per-
sonal reminiscence. Yet in another sense they express very idiosyncratic and
individual expressions of that history and offer themselves as esoteric
consolations for the lack of a real shared symbolic universe.
By contrast one could say that Gill, like Chesterton (or with much more
subtle brilliance Rudyard Kipling in Puck of Pook’s Hill and Rewards and
Fairies) was trying in his art and practice to shape at least some public
meaningful space available to the many. And Chesterton, I think, beyond
Gill, grasped the point that a truly public and in diverse senses occasional or
“tensed” art cannot negate all subjective expression. This is precisely because
art is not in the first place the kind of stuff that might end up in art-galleries.
It is also crucially relevant here that factum is not necessarily fictio: Plato for
example, refused to some extent the mimesis of the latter, but not the mimesis
of the former. Poesis indeed accompanies all of praxis: it is involved in all our
handling of matter and all our speaking, as Jones realised. It is architecture
and house-decoration and gardening and tribute and commemorative
portraiture and love-letters and hymns to the gods before it is novels and
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stage plays and contextless sculpture and the re-performance of old operas,
etc. Before art is fictional drama it is “liturgy” that coincides with life as
such—even if the “surplus” of fiction is never really absent.
If the made belongs firstly to life itself and is not fiction, then the
subjective maker cannot be ironically concealed. The subject is here more
present than for modernism, whether this be the private subjectivity of the
lover writing the love-poem to a specific recipient, or yet again the more
representative subjectivity of the painter of a civic portrait or the collective
subjectivity of a worshipping body. (It is not an accident that Messiaen
wrote scarcely any real liturgical as opposed to religious music.) Indeed in
postmodern aesthetics the subject (strange to say) actually returns, albeit in
a problematic, self-estranged mode. For if, as Philippe Lacoue-Labarthe
indicates, the “work” or text is indeterminate (defeating modernist integ-
rity), then its many meanings are inseparable from many subjective view-
points, even if these be themselves unstable. Similarly postmodernism
somewhat contests the modernist claim concerning the “new world”
opened up by the artwork: every work of art is not really fully original and
so it is, after all (Lacoue-Labarthe again) always an “imitation”, albeit a
non-identical one. Both these postmodern considerations tend to return art
more to a public, temporal world, however problematically, and imply for
artistic practice playful variants upon mimesis, the teleologically directed
plot and the conversation between writer and reader (or artist and spec-
tator) simply because subjective occasional expression and realist imitation
can never really be abolished by apparent impersonality and vaunted pure
abstraction. One could argue, for example, that the attempt in O’Connor to
get rid of the omniscient controlling narrator only embeds this figure all the
more, and all the more misleadingly. However “naturally compelling” the
fiction that emerges, it still represents a vantage point and the character-
filled presence of the author in her living attempt to persuade us. Real
situated rhetoric is ontologically prior to fiction, even though it always
enters upon its devices. Therefore the most apparently pure fiction (like
Madame Bovary) remains a concealed rhetorical address.
All this, however, is not intended crudely as some sort of critique of
Maritain, Jones and O’Connor. Rather, I would now like to suggest that
their points of view are by no means straightforwardly modernist, as I
think Williams would allow, for he is speaking after all of a theological
engagement with, and critique of, modernism. A pure version of the latter
would be more exemplified by Mallarmé, who sought to locate in the poem
itself all the valences of erstwhile transcendence, such that it is now an
epiphany of absence. But for Maritain, as Williams points out, the poem is
still mimetic, still continues in some fashion to repeat, differently, its
inspiring occasion or occasions (whether or not this is still Aristotle’s
mimesis). And if the poem also participates vertically, then of course it is a
partial “making present”, more in the mode of post WW II French poets
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like Yves Bonnefoy and Philippe Jacottet who are so concerned with sacred
presence in landscape and located commemorations of vanished real
persons, things and events.
And surely, however influenced he was by various modernist currents,
David Jones was characteristically British—like Paul Nash in relation to
surrealism, Graham Sutherland in relation to cubism, Ivon Hitchens in
relation to expressionism, Peter Lanyon in relation to American abstract
expressionism—in qualifying the extremity of foreign trends towards for-
malism, subjectivism and abstraction with a continuing commitment to a
degree of figuration, realist depiction, delight in drawing technique and
subtle colouration, all combined with Samuel Palmer or John Sell Cotman’s
mystical sense of a hidden presence in the natural landscape (which had
already caused Cotman in the nineteenth-century to “abstract”.) To elect
once more watercolour as one’s habitual mode is scarcely a modernist
gesture, since its transparency and evocative lucidity tends to qualify any
sense that the work of art is merely a thing in itself. Even the abstract
sculptures of Barbara Hepworth seem designed to fit within a certain
landscape and to resonate with its surface lines, yet Williams does not in
this book really recognise the significance of this specifically British mode
of flowing “superficiality”. For him, the iconic surface of Jones’s paintings,
their refusal of depth, is of one piece with their modernist escape from
subjective perspective and external reference; yet one would more expect
the modernist impulse to be realised in a three-dimensional self-
containment, as Williams himself indicates in talking about Gill’s non-
modernist preference for bas-relief. Is there not rather a continuity between
Gill and Jones’s preference for the flat surface, exemplified also in their
lines of typeface? In Jones’s case the saturation of the surface by overlap-
ping signs yields a transparency and a “British” (Anglo-Celtic) horizontal-
ity that works against that verticality of the paintings (noted by Williams)
which brings background forwards and suggests the encroachment of the
heavenly, a certain self-contained epiphany. Just as the bringing of sky
forwards while leaving it as sky in fact conserves an unmodernist hierar-
chy, so likewise the endless overscribble of complex figures implies a
referential writing that returns the work in unmodernist and historicist
fashion to both natural and cultural time, rather than absorbing that time
within the literary work after the fashion of Joyce—as figured by the
perhaps over-jarring device of seeing the Odyssey resumed in a single
day’s unthreatening peregrinations around Dublin. (The recent Coen broth-
ers’ movie O Brother where art thou?, set in an O’Connor-like grotesquely
violent American south, surely updates Homer’s voyage more appropri-
ately, while one could argue that Flann O’Brien’s At Swim-Two Birds
achieved more successfully than his fellow Irishman a satiric and ironic
evoking of myth that still allowed to myth its uncanny pre-humanness,
rather than attempting—via a misreading of Vico—to reduce it to “being
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duration of time itself, sundered from the array of singular events and
passing contingencies. This is but the elite esoteric reversal of the more
habitual modern tendency to locate all beatitude, goodness and identity
within finitude alone. Postmodernism, from Lacan onwards, has exposed
the delusion of both the modern and the modernist programme: at the
heart of all seeming limit lies the infinite abyss; at the heart of all identity
an aching lack, while duration which undoes successive time is itself
merely a dark heart of absence that the delusory time of the everyday
always in turn undoes in every next moment. The constitutive absence of
desire turns out to be as ineliminable as the apparent subject and cannot be
appeased by any “disinterested” and unerotic aesthetic delight, such as the
young still lingeringly Catholic Joyce falsely projected in his still uncon-
sciously Kantian—and so “modern”—construal of Thomistic aesthetics (in
Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man).
In this context, as Williams indicates, along with the tradition which he
so effectively re-invokes, the only alternative to a postmodern despair,
which is at one with surrender to a dire and unfunny playfulness, is to read
both our subjective hunger and the surplus we discern in things as signs
of a vertical participation in the infinite meaning of the inner divine art or
Logos, a meaning which they can only echo in those modes of horizontal
participation which art most acutely re-invokes.
But this means that the “fine arts” are only valid when they see
themselves as intensifying this art which is proper to humanity as such.
Jones is factually wrong (as Williams fails to observe) when he claims to see
an unnoticed disjuncture in Maritain between art as a practice and pru-
dence as an attitude. For in the Middle Ages (after Aristotle) ars was a
virtue which governed facere in parallel with the virtue of prudentia which
governed agere. Hence it was a skill of producing proportionate things
everywhere exercised (for example in all speaking of words) as well as,
according to Jones’s new insight, an ever-renewed production of the
gratuitous. In this light one can see that it is important, with Gill, not to lose
sight of the danger of adding to scholastic philosophy a “poetics” and an
“aesthetic”. For there was a certain medieval advantage in not recognising
any special domain of fine art, nor any special region of understanding
dubbed the “aesthetic”. The advantage is that one can allow ars to be
silently operating everywhere, in democratic ubiquity and with a self-
forgetting absorption of all artifice and fiction within the overarching
divine/human work of liturgical praise. Equally, one can allow that beauty
which “looks after herself” silently mediates between the will, the under-
standing and material things in a way that disallows the tyranny of either
desire, logic or the sheerly and inertly given. Just because there was no
aesthetics in Aquinas’s theological philosophy, the aesthetic is therein
everywhere present (as all the most serious and acute Thomistic scholars
now recognise).
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Yet Williams, in the wake of Maritain and Jones, rightly indicates the
insufficiency of such a conclusion—even though it is not exactly wrong.
For the Middle Ages did not quite see in theory (as opposed to practice)
that all human understanding works though material production and
materially-based signs. If such a recognition involves also a theory of the
fine arts, it more fundamentally involves seeing how the medieval ubiquity
of ars applies also or even especially to the “base” arts of craft taken in the
widest sense. Likewise the latency of fundamental beauty in Aquinas
meant that it was also for him a blind spot: one could even say that
Aquinas probably supposed his own theology to have more to do with
abstract reason than was really the case. This blindness invited a later
rationalistic reduction by nominalism and neo-scholasticism of the Patristic
legacy in which he stood, and to resist this one indeed requires a more
explicit aesthetics, conjoined to a more explicit poetics (though one which
fully preserves a Thomist sense of the beautiful as a transcendental and not
as a post-Kantian regional dimension of reality).
I have stressed a great deal the way in which making is not primarily
fictioning, since I think Williams underrates this point, and this is why he
underrates Gill. Nevertheless, for art (even craft and decoration) to present
the surplus in things is also, as Maurice Blanchot suggested, to re-present
a fictional supposition that belongs to reality itself. For if nature has already
“photographically” taken her own picture, she has also already started to
“make herself up”, since every naturally-arising image is also an eventful
story which can be held in abeyance, be somewhat confined to itself (like
the Cheshire cat’s grin in Alice in Wonderland), such that not everything
within it necessarily leads to any subsequent consequences. The road to the
real, to the other and to God does therefore truly run through the detour
of the fictional, as Williams correctly implies.
This road is in one sense a way of “consolation” because (despite the post
1960s British Middle Class Christian consensus against consolation which
Williams somewhat uncritically echoes) all art offers a certain alleviation of
sorrow and despair by locating us for a while within “another” world that
also conveys to us a certain presence “with” us of the author. Boethius
(building on the Proclean exaltation of the imagination) offered philosophy
as “consolation” precisely because he somewhat allegorised or fictionalised
philosophy as such, and indeed saw her as a personified other who
fictionally visited him. Certainly one can say, with Williams, that the
consolation of fiction is “false” in the end if it does not point beyond itself
and if it intends to gloss over or deny the horrors of reality. On the other
hand, if an aspect of this horror is precisely that it cannot be immediately
overcome by an intervening transcendent power, then the imagination of
“something else” (which may even be the intuition of hidden parallel
created realities—what for British tradition is the realm of the faerie), is
indeed our only recourse. The post-romantic religious gesture must mean
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(as Williams indicates, following O’Connor) that one accords this imagining
a disclosive power. But this follows because we cannot directly receive the
final reality of spiritual healing—rather we have to take the detour of
“consolation” to the extent that we have to take the detour of “fiction”. For
the realm of the fictional and the realm of the consoling (not the falsely
consoling) precisely coincide.
And many have remarked how the overwhelming effect of David Jones’s
long poems is one of a soothing consolation in the face of the unbearable
horrors of history and of modernity. Just because he looked these horrors in
the face and refused all false consolation, what else could Jones the
psychically wounded soldier do but console himself and others in pictures
and words? Thus not in normal reality but rather in his poem, In Paren-
thesis, the dying soldiers meet the Queen of the Woods: this is either a
necessary escapism or else it is an intimation through a necessary fiction of
something they really did after all receive.
But here we can finally rejoin Williams. Where fiction participates in the
divine making of the Mass (as it did for Jones) then, indeed, there is a true
possibility of hope, and just for this reason it is possible to receive the full
terror of this world without flinching. Indeed it is only if one catches an
intuitive glimpse of the plenitude of meaning that the terrible itself can
have any meaning as the absence of meaning, and persist in its reality of
terror beyond the passing illusion of sentiment thrown up by human
animal reflexes. In this way the modern Catholic novelists were right to see
that recognition of the infernal abyss lies perilously close to our capture by
the transcendent heights. It took a true making and a true fictioning to
arrive at this truth, which modernity negatively opened again to our view,
and which it now requires for its own traumatic healing.
NOTE
1 I am heavily indebted in the writing of this review article to conversations with Alison
Milbank.