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Ancient Art and Ritual

JANE ELLEN HARRISON

Geoffrey Cumberlege
OXFORD UNIVERSITY PRESS
LONDON    NEW YORK    TORONTO
 First published in 1913, and reprinted in 1918 (revised), 1919, 1927, 1935 and 1948

PRINTED IN GREAT BRITAIN

vPREFATORY NOTE
IT may be well at the outset to say clearly what is the aim of the present volume. The title
is Ancient Art and Ritual, but the reader will find in it no general summary or even outline of
the facts of either ancient art or ancient ritual. These facts are easily accessible in handbooks.
The point of my title and the real gist of my argument lie perhaps in the word “and”—that is,
in the intimate connection which I have tried to show exists between ritual and art. This
connection has, I believe, an important bearing on questions vital to-day, as, for example, the
question of the place of art in our modern civilization, its relation to and its difference from
religion and morality; in a word, on the whole enquiry as to what the nature of art is and how
it can help or hinder spiritual life.
I have taken Greek drama as a typical instance, because in it we have the clear historical case
of a great art, which arose out of a very primitive and almost world-wide ritual. The rise of
the Indian drama, or the mediæval and from it the modern stage, would have told us the
samevi tale and served the like purpose. But Greece is nearer to us to-day than either India or
the Middle Ages.

Greece and the Greek drama remind me that I should like to offer my thanks to Professor
Gilbert Murray, for help and criticism which has far outrun the limits of editorial duty.
J. E. H.
Newnham College,
Cambridge, June 1913.

NOTE TO THE FIFTH IMPRESSION

The original text has been reprinted without change except for the correction of misprints. A
few additions (enclosed in square brackets) have been made to the Bibliography.
1947

vii CONTENTS
CHAP. PAGE
I ART AND RITUAL 9
 II PRIMITIVE RITUAL: PANTOMIMIC DANCES 29
III PERIODIC CEREMONIES: THE SPRING FESTIVAL 49
IV THE PRIMITIVE SPRING DANCE OR DITHYRAMB, IN GREECE 75
V THE TRANSITION FROM RITUAL TO ART: THE DROMENON AND THE DRAMA 119
VI GREEK SCULPTURE: THE PANATHENAIC FRIEZE AND THE APOLLO
BELVEDERE 170
VII RITUAL, ART AND LIFE 204
BIBLIOGRAPHY 253
INDEX 255

9 ANCIENT ART AND RITUAL

CHAPTER I
ART AND RITUAL

THE title of this book may strike the reader as strange and even dissonant. What have art and
ritual to do together? The ritualist is, to the modern mind, a man concerned perhaps unduly
with fixed forms and ceremonies, with carrying out the rigidly prescribed ordinances of a
church or sect. The artist, on the other hand, we think of as free in thought and untrammelled
by convention in practice; his tendency is towards licence. Art and ritual, it is quite true,
have diverged to-day; but the title of this book is chosen advisedly. Its object is to show that
these two divergent developments have a common root, and that neither can be understood
without the other. It is at the outset one 10and the same impulse that sends a man to church
and to the theatre.

Such a statement may sound to-day paradoxical, even irreverent. But to the Greek of the
sixth, fifth, and even fourth century B.C., it would have been a simple truism. We shall see
this best by following an Athenian to his theatre, on the day of the great Spring Festival of
Dionysos.
Passing through the entrance-gate to the theatre on the south side of the Acropolis, our
Athenian citizen will find himself at once on holy ground. He is within a temenosor precinct,
a place “cut off” from the common land and dedicated to a god. He will pass to the left
(Fig. 2, p. 144) two temples standing near to each other, one of earlier, the other of later date,
for a temple, once built, was so sacred that it would only be reluctantly destroyed. As he
enters the actual theatre he will pay nothing for his seat; his attendance is an act of worship,
and from the social point of view obligatory; the entrance fee is therefore paid for him by the
State.
The theatre is open to all Athenian citizens, but the ordinary man will not venture to 11seat
himself in the front row. In the front row, and that only, the seats have backs, and the central
seat of this row is an armchair; the whole of the front row is permanently reserved, not for
individual rich men who can afford to hire “boxes,” but for certain State officials, and these
officials are all priests. On each seat the name of the owner is inscribed; the central seat is
“of the priest of Dionysos Eleuthereus,” the god of the precinct. Near him is the seat “of the
priest of Apollo the Laurel-Bearer,” and again “of the priest of Asklepios,” and “of the priest
of Olympian Zeus,” and so on round the whole front semicircle. It is as though at His
Majesty’s the front row of stalls was occupied by the whole bench of bishops, with the
Archbishop of Canterbury enthroned in the central stall.
The theatre at Athens is not open night by night, nor even day by day. Dramatic
performances take place only at certain high festivals of Dionysos in winter and spring. It is,
again, as though the modern theatre was open only at the festivals of the Epiphany and of
Easter. Our modern, at least our Protestant, custom is in direct contrast. We 12tend on great
religious festivals rather to close than to open our theatres. Another point of contrast is in the
time allotted to the performance. We give to the theatre our after-dinner hours, when work is
done, or at best a couple of hours in the afternoon. The theatre is for us a recreation. The
Greek theatre opened at sunrise, and the whole day was consecrated to high and strenuous
religious attention. During the five or six days of the great Dionysia, the whole city was in a
state of unwonted sanctity, under a taboo. To distrain a debtor was illegal; any personal
assault, however trifling, was sacrilege.
Most impressive and convincing of all is the ceremony that took place on the eve of the
performance. By torchlight, accompanied by a great procession, the image of the god
Dionysos himself was brought to the theatre and placed in the orchestra. Moreover, he came
not only in human but in animal form. Chosen young men of the Athenians in the flower of
their youth—epheboi—escorted to the precinct a splendid bull. It was expressly ordained
that the bull should be “worthy of the god”; he was, 13in fact, as we shall presently see, the
primitive incarnation of the god. It is, again, as though in our modern theatre there stood,
“sanctifying all things to our use and us to His service,” the human figure of the Saviour, and
beside him the Paschal Lamb.

But now we come to a strange thing. A god presides over the theatre, to go to the theatre is
an act of worship to the god Dionysos, and yet, when the play begins, three times out of four
of Dionysos we hear nothing. We see, it may be, Agamemnon returning from Troy,
Clytemnestra waiting to slay him, the vengeance of Orestes, the love of Phædra for
Hippolytos, the hate of Medea and the slaying of her children: stories beautiful, tragic,
morally instructive it may be, but scarcely, we feel, religious. The orthodox Greeks
themselves sometimes complained that in the plays enacted before them there was “nothing
to do with Dionysos.”
If drama be at the outset divine, with its roots in ritual, why does it issue in an art profoundly
solemn, tragic, yet purely human? The actors wear ritual vestments like those of the
celebrants at the Eleusinian mysteries. 14 Why, then, do we find them, not executing a
religious service or even a drama of gods and goddesses, but rather impersonating mere
Homeric heroes and heroines? Greek drama, which seemed at first to give us our clue, to
show us a real link between ritual and art, breaks down, betrays us, it would seem, just at the
crucial moment, and leaves us with our problem on our hands.
Had we only Greek ritual and art we might well despair. The Greeks are a people of such
swift constructive imagination that they almost always obscure any problem of origins. So
fair and magical are their cloud-capp’d towers that they distract our minds from the task of
digging for foundations. There is scarcely a problem in the origins of Greek mythology and
religion that has been solved within the domain of Greek thinking only. Ritual with them
was, in the case of drama, so swiftly and completely transmuted into art that, had we had
Greek material only to hand, we might never have marked the transition. Happily, however,
we are not confined within the Greek paradise. Wider fields are open to us; our subject is not
only Greek, but ancient art and ritual. We can turn at 15once to the Egyptians, a people
slower-witted than the Greeks, and watch their sluggish but more instructive operations. To
one who is studying the development of the human mind the average or even stupid child is
often more illuminating than the abnormally brilliant. Greece is often too near to us, too
advanced, too modern, to be for comparative purposes instructive.
Of all Egyptian, perhaps of all ancient deities, no god has lived so long or had so wide and
deep an influence as Osiris. He stands as the prototype of the great class of resurrection-gods
who die that they may live again. His sufferings, his death, and his resurrection were enacted
year by year in a great mystery-play at Abydos. In that mystery-play was set forth, first, what
the Greeks call his agon, his contest with his enemy Set; then his pathos, his suffering, or
downfall and defeat, his wounding, his death, and his burial; finally, his resurrection and
“recognition,” his anagnorisis either as himself or as his only begotten son Horus. Now the
meaning of this thrice-told tale we shall consider later: for the moment we are
concerned 16only with the fact that it is set forth both in art and ritual.
At the festival of Osiris small images of the god were made of sand and vegetable earth, his
cheek bones were painted green and his face yellow. The images were cast in a mould of
pure gold, representing the god as a mummy. After sunset on the 24th day of the month
Choiak, the effigy of Osiris was laid in a grave and the image of the previous year was
removed. The intent of all this was made transparently clear by other rites. At the beginning
of the festival there was a ceremony of ploughing and sowing. One end of the field was sown
with barley, the other with spelt; another part with flax. While this was going on the chief
priest recited the ritual of the “sowing of the fields.” Into the “garden” of the god, which
seems to have been a large pot, were put sand and barley, then fresh living water from the
inundation of the Nile was poured out of a golden vase over the “garden” and the barley was
allowed to grow up. It was the symbol of the resurrection of the god after his burial, “for the
growth of the garden is the growth of the divine substance.”
17The death and resurrection of the gods, and pari passu of the life and fruits of the earth,
was thus set forth in ritual, but—and this is our immediate point—it was also set forth in
definite, unmistakable art. In the great temple of Isis at Philæ there is a chamber dedicated to
Osiris. Here is represented the dead Osiris. Out of his body spring ears of corn, and a priest
waters the growing stalk from a pitcher. The inscription to the picture reads: This is the form
of him whom one may not name, Osiris of the mysteries, who springs from the returning
waters. It is but another presentation of the ritual of the month Choiak, in which effigies of
the god made of earth and corn were buried. When these effigies were taken up it would be
found that the corn had sprouted actually from the body of the god, and this sprouting of the
grain would, as Dr. Frazer says, be “hailed as an omen, or rather as the cause of the growth
of the crops.”
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Even more vividly is the resurrection set forth in the bas-reliefs that accompany the great
Osiris inscription at Denderah. Here the god is represented at first as a mummy 18swathed and
lying flat on his bier. Bit by bit he is seen raising himself up in a series of gymnastically
impossible positions, till at last he rises from a bowl—perhaps his “garden”—all but erect,
between the outspread wings of Isis, while before him a male figure holds the crux ansata,
the “cross with a handle,” the Egyptian symbol of life. In ritual, the thing desired, i.e. the
resurrection, is acted, in art it is represented.
No one will refuse to these bas-reliefs the title of art. In Egypt, then, we have clearly an
instance—only one out of many—where art and ritual go hand in hand. Countless bas-reliefs
that decorate Egyptian tombs and temples are but ritual practices translated into stone. This,
as we shall later see, is an important step in our argument. Ancient art and ritual are not only
closely connected, not only do they mutually explain and illustrate each other, but, as we
shall presently find, they actually arise out of a common human impulse.
The god who died and rose again is not of course confined to Egypt; he is world-wide. When
Ezekiel (viii. 14) “came to the gate of 19the Lord’s house which was toward the north” he
beheld there the “women weeping for Tammuz.” This “abomination” the house of Judah had
brought with them from Babylon. Tammuz is Dumuzi, “the true son,” or more fully, Dumuzi-
absu, “true son of the waters.” He too, like Osiris, is a god of the life that springs from
inundation and that dies down in the heat of the summer. In Milton’s procession of false
gods,
“Thammuz came next behind,Whose annual wound in Lebanon alluredThe Syrian damsels
to lament his fateIn amorous ditties all a summer’s day.”
Tammuz in Babylon was the young love of Ishtar. Each year he died and passed below the
earth to the place of dust and death, “the land from which there is no returning, the house of
darkness, where dust lies on door and bolt.” And the goddess went after him, and while she
was below, life ceased in the earth, no flower blossomed and no child of animal or man was
born.
We know Tammuz, “the true son,” best by one of his titles, Adonis, the Lord or King. 20 The
Rites of Adonis were celebrated at midsummer. That is certain and memorable; for, just as
the Athenian fleet was setting sail on its ill-omened voyage to Syracuse, the streets of Athens
were thronged with funeral processions, everywhere was seen the image of the dead god, and
the air was full of the lamentations of weeping women. Thucydides does not so much as
mention the coincidence, but Plutarch  tells us those who took account of omens were full of
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concern for the fate of their countrymen. To start an expedition on the day of the funeral rites
of Adonis, the Canaanitish “Lord,” was no luckier than to set sail on a Friday, the death-day
of the “Lord” of Christendom.
The rites of Tammuz and of Adonis, celebrated in the summer, were rites of death rather
than of resurrection. The emphasis is on the fading and dying down of vegetation rather than
on its upspringing. The reason of this is simple and will soon become manifest. For the
moment we have only to note that while in Egypt the rites of Osiris are represented as much
by art as by ritual, in Babylon and Palestine in the feasts of Tammuz 21and Adonis it is ritual
rather than art that obtains.
We have now to pass to another enquiry. We have seen that art and ritual, not only in Greece
but in Egypt and Palestine, are closely linked. So closely, indeed, are they linked that we
even begin to suspect they may have a common origin. We have now to ask, what is it that
links art and ritual so closely together, what have they in common? Do they start from the
same impulse, and if so why do they, as they develop, fall so widely asunder?
It will clear the air if we consider for a moment what we mean by art, and also in somewhat
greater detail what we mean by ritual.
Art, Plato  tells us in a famous passage of the Republic, is imitation; the artist imitates natural
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objects, which are themselves in his philosophy but copies of higher realities. All the artist
can do is to make a copy of a copy, to hold up a mirror to Nature in which, as he turns it
whither he will, “are reflected sun and heavens and earth and man,” any 22thing and
everything. Never did a statement so false, so wrong-headed, contain so much suggestion of
truth—truth which, by the help of analysing ritual, we may perhaps be able to disentangle.
But first its falsehood must be grasped, and this is the more important as Plato’s
misconception in modified form lives on to-day. A painter not long ago thus defined his own
art: “The art of painting is the art of imitating solid objects upon a flat surface by means of
pigments.” A sorry life-work! Few people to-day, perhaps, regard art as the close and
realistic copy of Nature; photography has at least scotched, if not slain, that error; but many
people still regard art as a sort of improvement on or an “idealization” of Nature. It is the
part of the artist, they think, to take suggestions and materials from Nature, and from these to
build up, as it were, a revised version. It is, perhaps, only by studying those rudimentary
forms of art that are closely akin to ritual that we come to see how utterly wrong-headed is
this conception.
Take the representations of Osiris that we have just described—the mummy rising bit by bit
from his bier. Can any one maintain 23that art is here a copy or imitation of reality? However
“realistic” the painting, it represents a thing imagined not actual. There never was any such
person as Osiris, and if there had been, he would certainly never, once mummified, have
risen from his tomb. There is no question of fact, and the copy of fact, in the matter.
Moreover, had there been, why should anyone desire to make a copy of natural fact? The
whole “imitation” theory, to which, and to the element of truth it contains, we shall later
have occasion to return, errs, in fact, through supplying no adequate motive for a widespread
human energy. It is probably this lack of motive that has led other theorizers to adopt the
view that art is idealization. Man with pardonable optimism desires, it is thought, to improve
on Nature.
Modern science, confronted with a problem like that of the rise of art, no longer casts about
to conjecture how art might have arisen, she examines how it actually didarise. Abundant
material has now been collected from among savage peoples of an art so primitive that we
hesitate to call it art at 24all, and it is in these inchoate efforts that we are able to track the
secret motive springs that move the artist now as then.
Among the Huichol Indians,  if the people fear a drought from the extreme heat of the sun,
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they take a clay disk, and on one side of it they paint the “face” of Father Sun, a circular
space surrounded by rays of red and blue and yellow which are called his “arrows,” for the
Huichol sun, like Phœbus Apollo, has arrows for rays. On the reverse side they will paint the
progress of the sun through the four quarters of the sky. The journey is symbolized by a large
cross-like figure with a central circle for midday. Round the edge are beehive-shaped
mounds; these represent the hills of earth. The red and yellow dots that surround the hills are
cornfields. The crosses on the hills are signs of wealth and money. On some of the disks
birds and scorpions are painted, and on one are curving lines which mean rain. These disks
are deposited on the altar of the god-house and left, and then all is well. The intention
might 25be to us obscure, but a Huichol Indian would read it thus: “Father Sun with his broad
shield (or ‘face’) and his arrows rises in the east, bringing money and wealth to the Huichols.
His heat and the light from his rays make the corn to grow, but he is asked not to interfere
with the clouds that are gathering on the hills.”
Now is this art or ritual? It is both and neither. We distinguish between a form of prayer and
a work of art and count them in no danger of confusion; but the Huichol goes back to that
earlier thing, a presentation. He utters, expresses his thought about the sun and his emotion
about the sun and his relation to the sun, and if “prayer is the soul’s sincere desire” he has
painted a prayer. It is not a little curious that the same notion comes out in the old Greek
word for “prayer,” euchè. The Greek, when he wanted help in trouble from the “Saviours,”
the Dioscuri, carved a picture of them, and, if he was a sailor, added a ship. Underneath he
inscribed the word euchè. It was not to begin with a “vow” paid, it was a presentation of his
strong inner desire, it was a sculptured prayer.
Ritual then involves imitation; but does 26not arise out of it. It desires to recreate an emotion,
not to reproduce an object. A rite is, indeed, we shall later see (p. 42), a sort of stereotyped
action, not really practical, but yet not wholly cut loose from practice, a reminiscence or an
anticipation of actual practical doing; it is fitly, though not quite correctly, called by the
Greeks a dromenon, “a thing done.”
At the bottom of art, as its motive power and its mainspring, lies, not the wish to copy
Nature or even improve on her—the Huichol Indian does not vainly expend his energies on
an effort so fruitless—but rather an impulse shared by art with ritual, the desire, that is, to
utter, to give out a strongly felt emotion or desire by representing, by making or doing or
enriching the object or act desired. The common source of the art and ritual of Osiris is the
intense, world-wide desire that the life of Nature which seemed dead should live again. This
common emotional factor it is that makes art and ritual in their beginnings well-nigh
indistinguishable. Both, to begin with, copy an act, but not at first for the sake of the copy.
Only when the emotion dies down and is 27forgotten does the copy become an end in itself, a
mere mimicry.
It is this downward path, this sinking of making to mimicry, that makes us now-a-days think
of ritual as a dull and formal thing. Because a rite has ceased to be believed in, it does not in
the least follow that it will cease to be done. We have to reckon with all the huge forces of
habit. The motor nerves, once set in one direction, given the slightest impulse tend always to
repeat the same reaction. We mimic not only others but ourselves mechanically, even after
all emotion proper to the act is dead; and then because mimicry has a certain ingenious
charm, it becomes an end in itself for ritual, even for art.

It is not easy, as we saw, to classify the Huichol prayer-disks. As prayers they are ritual, as
surfaces decorated they are specimens of primitive art. In the next chapter we shall have to
consider a kind of ceremony very instructive for our point, but again not very easy to classify
—the pantomimic dances which are, almost all over the world, so striking a feature in savage
social and religious life. Are they to be classed as ritual or art?
28These pantomime dances lie, indeed, at the very heart and root of our whole subject, and it
is of the first importance that before going further in our analysis of art and ritual, we should
have some familiarity with their general character and gist, the more so as they are a class of
ceremonies now practically extinct. We shall find in these dances the meeting-point between
art and ritual, or rather we shall find in them the rude, inchoate material out of which both
ritual and art, at least in one of its forms, developed. Moreover, we shall find in pantomimic
dancing a ritual bridge, as it were, between actual life and those representations of life which
we call art.
In our next chapter, therefore, we shall study the ritual dance in general, and try to
understand its psychological origin; in the following chapter (III) we shall take a particular
dance of special importance, the Spring Dance as practised among various primitive peoples.
We shall then be prepared to approach the study of the Spring Dance among the Greeks,
which developed into their drama, and thereby to, we hope, throw light on the relation
between ritual and art.
1
Adonis, Attis, Osiris,  p. 324.
2

2
Vit. Nik., 13.
3
Rep. X, 596-9.
4
C. H. Lumholtz, Symbolism of the Huichol Indians, in Mem. of the Am. Mus. of Nat. Hist.,
Vol. III, “Anthropology.” (1900.)

29CHAPTER II
PRIMITIVE RITUAL: PANTOMIMIC DANCES

IN books and hymns of bygone days, which dealt with the religion of “the heathen in his
blindness,” he was pictured as a being of strange perversity, apt to bow down to “gods of
wood and stone.” The question why he acted thus foolishly was never raised. It was just his
“blindness”; the light of the gospel had not yet reached him. Now-a-days the savage has
become material not only for conversion and hymn-writing but for scientific observation.
We want to understand his psychology, i.e. how he behaves, not merely for his sake, that we
may abruptly and despotically convert or reform him, but for our own sakes; partly, of
course, for sheer love of knowing, but also,—since we realize that our own behaviour is
based on instincts kindred to his,—in order that, by understanding his behaviour, we may
understand, and it may be better, our own.
30Anthropologists who study the primitive peoples of to-day find that the worship of false
gods, bowing “down to wood and stone,” bulks larger in the mind of the hymn-writer than in
the mind of the savage. We look for temples to heathen idols; we find dancing-places and
ritual dances. The savage is a man of action. Instead of asking a god to do what he wants
done, he does it or tries to do it himself; instead of prayers he utters spells. In a word, he
practises magic, and above all he is strenuously and frequently engaged in dancing magical
dances. When a savage wants sun or wind or rain, he does not go to church and prostrate
himself before a false god; he summons his tribe and dances a sun dance or a wind dance or
a rain dance. When he would hunt and catch a bear, he does not pray to his god for strength
to outwit and outmatch the bear, he rehearses his hunt in a bear dance.
Here, again, we have some modern prejudice and misunderstanding to overcome. Dancing is
to us a light form of recreation practised by the quite young from sheer joie de vivre, and
essentially inappropriate to the mature. But among the Tarahumares of Mexico the
word31 nolávoa means both “to work” and “to dance.” An old man will reproach a young
man saying, “Why do you not go and work?” (nolávoa). He means “Why do you not dance
instead of looking on?” It is strange to us to learn that among savages, as a man passes from
childhood to youth, from youth to mature manhood, so the number of his “dances” increase,
and the number of these “dances” is the measure pari passu of his social importance. Finally,
in extreme old age he falls out, he ceases to exist, because he cannot dance; his dance, and
with it his social status, passes to another and a younger.
Magical dancing still goes on in Europe to-day. In Swabia and among the Transylvanian
Saxons it is a common custom, says Dr. Frazer,  for a man who has some hemp to leap high
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in the field in the belief that this will make the hemp grow tall. In many parts of Germany
and Austria the peasant thinks he can make the flax grow tall by dancing or leaping high or
by jumping backwards from a table; the higher the leap the taller will 32be the flax that year.
There is happily little possible doubt as to the practical reason of this mimic dancing. When
Macedonian farmers have done digging their fields they throw their spades up into the air
and, catching them again, exclaim, “May the crop grow as high as the spade has gone.” In
some parts of Eastern Russia the girls dance one by one in a large hoop at midnight on
Shrove Tuesday. The hoop is decked with leaves, flowers and ribbons, and attached to it are
a small bell and some flax. While dancing within the hoop each girl has to wave her arms
vigorously and cry, “Flax, grow,” or words to that effect. When she has done she leaps out of
the hoop or is lifted out of it by her partner.
Is this art? We shall unhesitatingly answer “No.” Is it ritual? With some hesitation we shall
probably again answer “No.” It is, we think, not a rite, but merely a superstitious practice of
ignorant men and women. But take another instance. Among the Omaha Indians of North
America, when the corn is withering for want of rain, the members of the sacred Buffalo
Society fill a large vessel with water and dance four times 33round it. One of them drinks
some of the water and spirts it into the air, making a fine spray in imitation of mist or
drizzling rain. Then he upsets the vessel, spilling the water on the ground; whereupon the
dancers fall down and drink up the water, getting mud all over their faces. This saves the
corn. Now probably any dispassionate person would describe such a ceremonial as “an
interesting instance of primitive ritual.” The sole difference between the two types is that, in
the one the practice is carried on privately, or at least unofficially, in the other it is done
publicly by a collective authorized body, officially for the public good.
The distinction is one of high importance, but for the moment what concerns us is, to see the
common factor in the two sets of acts, what is indeed their source and mainspring. In the
case of the girl dancing in the hoop and leaping out of it there is no doubt. The words she
says, “Flax, grow,” prove the point. She does what shewants done. Her intense desire finds
utterance in an act. She obeys the simplest possible impulse. Let anyone watch an exciting
game of tennis, or better still perhaps a game of billiards, he 34will find himself doing in
sheer sympathy the thing he wants done, reaching out a tense arm where the billiard cue
should go, raising an unoccupied leg to help the suspended ball over the net. Sympathetic
magic is, modern psychology teaches us, in the main and at the outset, not the outcome of
intellectual illusion, not even the exercise of a “mimetic instinct,” but simply, in its ultimate
analysis, an utterance, a discharge of emotion and longing.
But though the utterance of emotion is the prime and moving, it is not the sole, factor. We
may utter emotion in a prolonged howl, we may even utter it in a collective prolonged howl,
yet we should scarcely call this ritual, still less art. It is true that a prolonged  collective howl
will probably, because it is collective, develop a rhythm, a regular recurrence, and hence
probably issue in a kind of ritual music; but for the further stage of development into art
another step is necessary. We must not only utteremotion, we must represent it, that is, we
must in some way reproduce or imitate or express the thought which is causing us emotion.
Art is not imitation, but art and also ritual frequently and legitimately contain an element of
imita35tion. Plato was so far right. What exactly is imitated we shall see when we come to
discuss the precise difference between art and ritual.
The Greek word for a rite as already noted is dromenon, “a thing done”—and the word is
full of instruction. The Greek had realized that to perform a rite you must dosomething, that
is, you must not only feel something but express it in action, or, to put it psychologically,
you must not only receive an impulse, you must react to it. The word for rite, dromenon,
“thing done,” arose, of course, not from any psychological analysis, but from the simple fact
that rites among the primitive Greeks were things done, mimetic dances and the like. It is a
fact of cardinal importance that their word for theatrical representation, drama, is own
cousin to their word for rite, dromenon;drama also means “thing done.” Greek linguistic
instinct pointed plainly to the fact that art and ritual are near relations. To this fact of crucial
importance for our argument we shall return later. But from the outset it should be borne in
mind that in these two Greek words, dromenon and36 drama, in their exact meaning, their
relation and their distinction, we have the keynote and clue to our whole discussion.

For the moment we have to note that the Greek word for rite, dromenon, “thing done,” is not
strictly adequate. It omits a factor of prime importance; it includes too much and not enough.
All “things done” are not rites. You may shrink back from a blow; that is the expression of
an emotion, that is a reaction to a stimulus, but that is not a rite. You may digest your dinner;
that is a thing done, and a thing of high importance, but it is not a rite.
One element in the rite we have already observed, and that is, that it be done collectively, by
a number of persons feeling the same emotion. A meal digested alone is certainly no rite; a
meal eaten in common, under the influence of a common emotion, may, and often
does, tend to become a rite.
Collectivity and emotional tension, two elements that tend to turn the simple reaction into a
rite, are—specially among primitive peoples—closely associated, indeed scarcely separable.
The individual among savages 37has but a thin and meagre personality; high emotional
tension is to him only caused and maintained by a thing felt socially; it is what the tribe feels
that is sacred, that is matter for ritual. He may make by himself excited movements, he may
leap for joy, for fear; but unless these movements are made by the tribe together they will not
become rhythmical; they will probably lack intensity, and certainly permanence. Intensity,
then, and collectivity go together, and both are necessary for ritual, but both may be present
without constituting art; we have not yet touched the dividing line between art and ritual.
When and how does the dromenon, the rite done, pass over into the drama?
The genius of the Greek language felt, before it consciously knew, the difference. This
feeling ahead for distinctions is characteristic of all languages, as has been well shown by
Mr. Pearsall Smith  in another manual of our series. It is an instinctive process arising
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independently of reason, though afterwards justified by it. What, then, is the distinction
between art and ritual which the genius of the 38 Greek language felt after, when it used the
two words dromenon and drama for two different sorts of “things done”? To answer our
question we must turn for a brief moment to psychology, the science of human behaviour.

We are accustomed for practical convenience to divide up our human nature into partitions
—intellect, will, the emotions, the passions—with further subdivisions, e.g. of the intellect
into reason, imagination, and the like. These partitions we are apt to arrange into a sort of
order of merit or as it is called a hierarchy, with Reason as head and crown, and under her
sway the emotions and passions. The result of establishing this hierarchy is that the
impulsive side of our nature comes off badly, the passions and even the emotions lying under
a certain ban. This popular psychology is really a convenient and perhaps indispensable
mythology. Reason, the emotions, and the will have no more separate existences than
Jupiter, Juno, and Minerva.
A more fruitful way of looking at our human constitution is to see it, not as a bundle of
separate faculties, but as a sort of 39continuous cycle of activities. What really happens is,
putting it very roughly, something of this sort. To each one of us the world is, or seems to be,
eternally divided into two halves. On the one side is ourself, on the other all the rest of
things. All our action, our behaviour, our life, is a relation between these two halves, and that
behaviour seems to have three, not divisions, but stages. The outside world, the other half,
the object if we like so to call it, acts upon us, gets at us through our senses. We hear or see
or taste or feel something; to put it roughly, we perceive something, and as we perceive it,
so, instantly, we feel about it, towards it, we have emotion. And, instantly again, that
emotion becomes a motive-power, we re-act towards the object that got at us, we want to
alter it or our relation to it. If we did not perceive we should not feel, if we did not feel we
should not act. When we talk—as we almost must talk—of Reason, the Emotions, or the
Passions and the Will leading to action, we think of the three stages or aspects of our
behaviour as separable and even perhaps hostile; we want, perhaps, to purge the intellect
from all infection of the emotions. But in reality, though at a given 40moment one or the
other element, knowing, feeling, or acting, may be dominant in our consciousness, the rest
are always immanent.
When we think of the three elements or stages, knowing, feeling, striving, as all being
necessary factors in any complete bit of human behaviour, we no longer try to arrange them
in a hierarchy with knowing or reason at the head. Knowing—that is, receiving and
recognizing a stimulus from without—would seem to come first; we must be acted on before
we can re-act; but priority confers no supremacy. We can look at it another way. Perceiving
is the first rung on the ladder that leads to action, feeling is the second, action is the topmost
rung, the primary goal, as it were, of all the climbing. For the purpose of our discussion this
is perhaps the simplest way of looking at human behaviour.
Movement, then, action, is, as it were, the goal and the end of thought. Perception finds its
natural outlet and completion in doing. But here comes in a curious consideration important
for our purpose. In animals, in so far as they act by “instinct,” as we say, perception,
knowing, is usually followed im41mediately and inevitably by doing, by such doing as is
calculated to conserve the animal and his species; but in some of the higher animals, and
especially in man, where the nervous system is more complex, perception is not instantly
transformed into action; there is an interval for choice between several possible actions.
Perception is pent up and becomes, helped by emotion, conscious representation. Now it is,
psychologists tell us, just in this interval, this space between perception and reaction, this
momentary halt, that all our mental life, our images, our ideas, our consciousness, and
assuredly our religion and our art, is built up. If the cycle of knowing, feeling, acting, were
instantly fulfilled, that is, if we were a mass of well-contrived instincts, we should hardly
have dromena, and we should certainly never pass from dromena to drama. Art and religion,
though perhaps not wholly ritual, spring from the incomplete cycle, from unsatisfied desire,
from perception and emotion that have somehow not found immediate outlet in practical
action. When we come later to establish the dividing line between art and ritual we shall find
this fact to be cardinal.
42We have next to watch how out of representation repeated there grows up a kind
of abstraction which helps the transition from ritual to art. When the men of a tribe return
from a hunt, a journey, a battle, or any event that has caused them keen and pleasant
emotion, they will often re-act their doings round the camp-fire at night to an attentive
audience of women and young boys. The cause of this world-wide custom is no doubt in
great part the desire to repeat a pleasant experience; the battle or the hunt will not be re-
enacted unless it has been successful. Together with this must be reckoned a motive seldom
absent from human endeavour, the desire for self-exhibition, self-enhancement. But in this
re-enactment, we see at once, lies the germ of history and of commemorative ceremonial,
and also, oddly enough, an impulse emotional in itself begets a process we think of as
characteristically and exclusively intellectual, the process of abstraction. The savage begins
with the particular battle that actually did happen; but, it is easy to see that if he re-enacts it
again and again the particular battle or hunt will be forgotten, the representation 43cuts itself
loose from the particular action from which it arose, and becomes generalized, as it were
abstracted. Like children he plays not at a funeral, but at “funerals,” not at a battle, but at
battles; and so arises the war-dance, or the death-dance, or the hunt-dance. This will serve to
show how inextricably the elements of knowing and feeling are intertwined.
So, too, with the element of action. If we consider the occasions when a savage dances, it
will soon appear that it is not only after a battle or a hunt that he dances in order to
commemorate it, but before. Once the commemorative dance has got abstracted or
generalized it becomes material for the magical dance, the dance pre-done. A tribe about to
go to war will work itself up by a war dance; about to start out hunting they will catch their
game in pantomime. Here clearly the main emphasis is on the practical, the active, doing-
element in the cycle. The dance is, as it were, a sort of precipitated desire, a discharge of
pent-up emotion into action.
In both these kinds of dances, the dance that commemorates by re-presenting and the dance
that anticipates by pre-presenting, Plato would have seen the element of imitation, 44what the
Greeks called mimesis, which we saw he believed to be the very source and essence of all
art. In a sense he would have been right. The commemorative dance does especially  re-
present; it reproduces the past hunt or battle; but if we analyse a little more closely we see it
is not for the sake of copying the actual battle itself, but for the emotion felt about the battle.
This they desire to re-live. The emotional element is seen still more clearly in the dance  fore-
done for magical purposes. Success in war or in the hunt is keenly, intensely desired. The
hunt or the battle cannot take place at the moment, so the cycle cannot complete itself. The
desire cannot find utterance in the actual act; it grows and accumulates by inhibition, till at
last the exasperated nerves and muscles can bear it no longer; it breaks out into mimetic
anticipatory action. But, and this is the important point, the action is mimetic, not of what
you see done by another; but of what you desire to do yourself. The habit of this  mimesis of
the thing desired, is set up, and ritual begins. Ritual, then, does imitate, but for an emotional,
not an altogether practical, end.
45Plato never saw a savage war-dance or a hunt-dance or a rain-dance, and it is not likely
that, if he had seen one, he would have allowed it to be art at all. But he must often have seen
a class of performances very similar, to which unquestionably he would give the name of art.
He must have seen plays like those of Aristophanes, with the chorus dressed up as Birds or
Clouds or Frogs or Wasps, and he might undoubtedly have claimed such plays as evidence
of the rightness of his definition. Here were men imitating birds and beasts, dressed in their
skins and feathers, mimicking their gestures. For his own days his judgment would have
been unquestionably right; but again, if we look at the beginning of things, we find an origin
and an impulse much deeper, vaguer, and more emotional.
The beast dances found widespread over the savage world took their rise when men really
believed, what St. Francis tried to preach: that beasts and birds and fishes were his “little
brothers.” Or rather, perhaps, more strictly, he felt them to be his great brothers and his
fathers, for the attitude of the Australian towards the kangaroo, the North American towards
the grizzly bear, is one of 46affection tempered by deep religious awe. The beast dances look
back to that early phase of civilization which survives in crystallized form in what we
call totemism. “Totem” means tribe, but the tribe was of animals as well as men. In the
Kangaroo tribe there were real leaping kangaroos as well as men-kangaroos. The men-
kangaroos when they danced and leapt did it, not to imitate kangaroos—you cannot imitate
yourself—but just for natural joy of heart because they were kangaroos; they belonged to the
Kangaroo tribe, they bore the tribal marks and delighted to assert their tribal unity. What
they felt was not mimesis but “participation,” unity, and community. Later, when man begins
to distinguish between himself and his strange fellow-tribesmen, to realize that he is not a
kangaroo like other kangaroos, he will try to revive his old faith, his old sense of
participation and oneness, by conscious imitation. Thus though imitation is not the object of
these dances, it grows up in and through them. It is the same with art. The origin of art is
not mimesis, but mimesis springs up out of art, out of emotional expression, and constantly
and closely neigh47bours it. Art and ritual are at the outset alike in this, that they do not seek
to copy a fact, but to reproduce, to re-enact an emotion.

We shall see this more clearly if we examine for a moment this Greek word mimesis. We
translate mīmēsis by “imitation,” and we do very wrongly. The word mimesismeans the
action or doing of a person called a mime. Now a mime was simply a person who dressed up
and acted in a pantomime or primitive drama. He was roughly what we should call an actor,
and it is significant that in the word actor we stress not imitating but acting, doing, just what
the Greek stressed in his words dromenonand drama. The actor dresses up, puts on a mask,
wears the skin of a beast or the feathers of a bird, not, as we have seen, to copy something or
some one who is not himself, but to emphasize, enlarge, enhance, his own personality; he
masquerades, he does not mimic.
The celebrants in the very primitive ritual of the Mountain-Mother in Thrace were, we know,
called mimes. In the fragment of his lost play, Æschylus, after describing the din made by the
“mountain gear” of the Mother, 48the maddening hum of the bombykes, a sort of spinning-
top, the clash of the brazen cymbals and the twang of the strings, thus goes on:
“And bull-voices roar thereto from somewhere out of the unseen, fearful mimes, and from a
drum an image, as it were, of thunder underground is borne on the air heavy with dread.”
Here we have undoubtedly some sort of “bull-roaring,” thunder-and wind-making ceremony,
like those that go on in Australia to-day. The mimes are not mimicking thunder out of
curiosity, they are making it and enacting and uttering it for magical purposes. When a sailor
wants a wind he makes it, or, as he later says, he whistles forit; when a savage or a Greek
wants thunder to bring rain he makes it, becomes it. But it is easy to see that as the belief in
magic declines, what was once intense desire, issuing in the making of or the being of a
thing, becomes mere copying of it; the mime, the maker, sinks to be in our modern sense the
mimic; as faith declines, folly and futility set in; the earnest, zealous act sinks into a
frivolous mimicry, a sort of child’s-play.
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These instances are all taken from The Golden Bough,  The Magic Art, I, 139 ff.
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“The English Language,” Home University Library, p. 28.

49CHAPTER III
SEASONAL RITES: THE SPRING FESTIVAL

WE have seen in the last chapter that whatever interests primitive man, whatever makes him
feel strongly, he tends to re-enact. Any one of his manifold occupations, hunting, fighting,
later ploughing and sowing, provided it be of sufficient interest and importance, is material
for a dromenon or rite. We have also seen that, weak as he is in individuality, it is not his
private and personal emotions that tend to become ritual, but those that are public, felt and
expressed officially, that is, by the whole tribe or community. It is further obvious that such
dances, when they develop into actual rites, tend to be performed at fixed times. We have
now to consider when and why. The element of fixity and regular repetition in rites cannot
be too strongly emphasized. It is a factor of paramount importance, essential to the
development from ritual to art, from dromenon to drama.
50The two great interests of primitive man are food and children. As Dr. Frazer has well said,
if man the individual is to live he must have food; if his race is to persist he must have
children. “To live and to cause to live, to eat food and to beget children, these were the
primary wants of man in the past, and they will be the primary wants of men in the future so
long as the world lasts.” Other things may be added to enrich and beautify human life, but,
unless these wants are first satisfied, humanity itself must cease to exist. These two things,
therefore, food and children, were what men chiefly sought to procure by the performance of
magical rites for the regulation of the seasons. They are the very foundation-stones of that
ritual from which art, if we are right, took its rise. From this need for food sprang seasonal,
periodic festivals. The fact that festivals are seasonal, constantly recurrent, solidifies, makes
permanent, and as already explained (p. 42), in a sense intellectualizes and abstracts the
emotion that prompts them.
The seasons are indeed only of value to primitive man because they are related, as he swiftly
and necessarily finds out, to his 51food supply. He has, it would seem, little sensitiveness to
the æsthetic impulse of the beauty of a spring morning, to the pathos of autumn. What he
realizes first and foremost is, that at certain times the animals, and still more the plants,
which form his food, appear, at certain others they disappear. It is these times that become
the central points, the focuses of his interest, and the dates of his religious festivals. These
dates will vary, of course, in different countries and in different climates. It is, therefore, idle
to attempt a study of the ritual of a people without knowing the facts of their climate and
surroundings. In Egypt the food supply will depend on the rise and fall of the Nile, and on
this rise and fall will depend the ritual and calendar of Osiris. And yet treatises on Egyptian
religion are still to be found which begin by recounting the rites and mythology of Osiris, as
though these were primary, and then end with a corollary to the effect that these rites and this
calendar were “associated” with the worship of Osiris, or, even worse still, “instituted by”
the religion of Osiris. The Nile regulates the food supply of Egypt, the monsoon that of
certain South Pacific islands; 52the calendar of Egypt depends on the Nile, of the South
Pacific islands on the monsoon.

In his recent Introduction to Mathematics  Dr. Whitehead has pointed out how the “whole
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life of Nature is dominated by the existence of periodic events.” The rotation of the earth
produces successive days; the path of the earth round the sun leads to the yearly recurrence
of the seasons; the phases of the moon are recurrent, and though artificial light has made
these phases pass almost unnoticed to-day, in climates where the skies are clear, human life
was largely influenced by moonlight. Even our own bodily life, with its recurrent heart-beats
and breathings, is essentially periodic.  The presupposition of periodicity is indeed
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fundamental to our very conception of life, and but for periodicity the very means of
measuring time as a quantity would be absent.
Periodicity is fundamental to certain departments of mathematics, that is evident; it is
perhaps less evident that periodicity is a factor that has gone to the making of ritual, and
hence, as we shall see, of art. 53 And yet this is manifestly the case. All primitive calendars
are ritual calendars, successions of feast-days, a patchwork of days of different quality and
character recurring; pattern at least is based on periodicity. But there is another and perhaps
more important way in which periodicity affects and in a sense causes ritual. We have seen
already that out of the space between an impulse and a reaction there arises an idea or
“presentation.” A “presentation” is, indeed, it would seem, in its final analysis, only a
delayed, intensified desire—a desire of which the active satisfaction is blocked, and which
runs over into a “presentation.” An image conceived “presented,” what we call an idea is, as
it were, an act prefigured.
Ritual acts, then, which depend on the periodicity of the seasons are acts necessarily delayed.
The thing delayed, expected, waited for, is more and more a source of value, more and more
apt to precipitate into what we call an idea, which is in reality but the projected shadow of an
unaccomplished action. More beautiful it may be, but comparatively bloodless, yet capable
in its turn of acting as an initial motor impulse in the 54cycle of activity. It will later (p. 70)
be seen that these periodic festivals are the stuff of which those faded, unaccomplished
actions and desires which we call gods—Attis, Osiris, Dionysos—are made.

To primitive man, as we have seen, beast and bird and plant and himself were not sharply
divided, and the periodicity of the seasons was for all. It will depend on man’s social and
geographical conditions whether he notices periodicity most in plants or animals. If he is
nomadic he will note the recurrent births of other animals and of human children, and will
connect them with the lunar year. But it is at once evident that, at least in Mediterranean
lands, and probably everywhere, it is the periodicity of plants and vegetation generally which
depends on moisture, that is most striking. Plants die down in the heat of summer, trees shed
their leaves in autumn, all Nature sleeps or dies in winter, and awakes in spring.
Sometimes it is the dying down that attracts most attention. This is very clear in the rites of
Adonis, which are, though he rises again, essentially rites of lamentation. The details 55of the
ritual show this clearly, and specially as already seen in the cult of Osiris. For the “gardens”
of Adonis the women took baskets or pots filled with earth, and in them, as children sow
cress now-a-days, they planted wheat, fennel, lettuce, and various kinds of flowers, which
they watered and tended for eight days. In hot countries the seeds sprang up rapidly, but as
the plants had no roots they withered quickly away. At the end of the eight days they were
carried out with the images of the dead Adonis and thrown with them into the sea or into
springs. The “gardens” of Adonis became the type of transient loveliness and swift decay.

“What waste would it be,” says Plutarch,  “what inconceivable waste, for God to create man,
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had he not an immortal soul. He would be like the women who make little gardens, not less
pleasant than the gardens of Adonis in earthen pots and pans; so would our souls blossom
and flourish but for a day in a soft and tender body of flesh without any firm and solid root
of life, and then be blasted and put out in a moment.”
56Celebrated at midsummer as they were, and as the “gardens” were thrown into water, it is
probable that the rites of Adonis may have been, at least in part, a rain-charm. In the long
summer droughts of Palestine and Babylonia the longing for rain must often have been
intense enough to provoke expression, and we remember (p. 19) that the Sumerian Tammuz
was originally Dumuzi-absu, “True Son of the Waters.” Water is the first need for
vegetation. Gardens of Adonis are still in use in the Madras Presidency.  At the marriage of
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a Brahman “seeds of five or nine sorts are mixed and sown in earthen pots which are made
specially for the purpose, and are filled with earth. Bride and bridegroom water the seeds
both morning and evening for four days; and on the fifth day the seedlings are thrown, like
the real gardens of Adonis, into a tank or river.”
Seasonal festivals with one and the same intent—the promotion of fertility in plants, animals
and man—may occur at almost any time of the year. At midsummer, as we have seen, we
may have rain-charms; in autumn we shall have harvest festivals; in late autumn  57and early
winter among pastoral peoples we shall have festivals, like that of Martinmas, for the
blessing and purification of flocks and herds when they come in from their summer pasture.
In midwinter there will be a Christmas festival to promote and protect the sun’s heat at the
winter solstice. But in Southern Europe, to which we mainly owe our drama and our art, the
festival most widely celebrated, and that of which we know most, is the Spring Festival, and
to that we must turn. The spring is to the Greek of to-day the “ánoixis,” “the Opening,” and
it was in spring and with rites of spring that both Greek and Roman originally began their
year. It was this spring festival that gave to the Greek their god Dionysos and in part his
drama.
In Cambridge on May Day two or three puzzled and weary little boys and girls are still to be
sometimes seen dragging round a perambulator with a doll on it bedecked with ribbons and a
flower or two. That is all that is left in most parts of England of the Queen of the May and
Jack-in-the-Green, though here and there a maypole survives and is resuscitated by
enthusiasts about folk-58dances. But in the days of “Good Queen Bess” merry England, it
would seem, was lustier. The Puritan Stubbs, in his Anatomie of Abuses,  thus describes the
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festival:
“They have twentie or fortie yoke of oxen, every oxe havyng a sweete nosegaie of flowers
tyed on the tippe of his hornes, and these oxen draw home this Maiepoole (this stinckying
idoll rather), which is covered all over with flowers and hearbes, bound round aboute with
stringes from the top to the bottome, and sometyme painted with variable colours, with two
or three hundred men, women, and children, following it with great devotion. And thus
beyng reared up, with handkerchiefes and flagges streaming on the toppe, they strewe the
ground about, binde greene boughs about it, set up summer haules, bowers, and arbours hard
by it. And then fall they to banquet and feast, to leap and daunce aboute it, as the heathen
people did at the dedication of their idolles, whereof this is a perfect patterne or rather the
thyng itself.”
The stern old Puritan was right, the maypole was the perfect pattern of a heathen 59 “idoll, or
rather the thyng itself.” He would have exterminated it root and branch, but other and
perhaps wiser divines took the maypole into the service of the Christian Church, and still  on
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May Day in Saffron Walden the spring song is heard with its Christian moral—
“A branch of May we have brought you,And at your door it stands;It is a sprout that is well
budded out,The work of our Lord’s hands.”
The maypole was of course at first no pole cut down and dried. The gist of it was that it
should be a “sprout, well budded out.” The object of carrying in the May was to bring the
very spirit of life and greenery into the village. When this was forgotten, idleness or
economy would prompt the villagers to use the same tree or branch year after year. In the
villages of Upper Bavaria Dr. Frazer  tells us the maypole is renewed once every three, four,
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or five years. It is a fir-tree fetched from the forest, and amid all the wreaths, flags, and
inscriptions with which it is bedecked, an 60essential part is the bunch of dark green foliage
left at the top, “as a memento that in it we have to do, not with a dead pole, but with a living
tree from the greenwood.”
At the ritual of May Day not only was the fresh green bough or tree carried into the village,
but with it came a girl or a boy, the Queen or King of the May. Sometimes the tree itself, as
in Russia, is dressed up in woman’s clothes; more often a real man or maid, covered with
flowers and greenery, walks with the tree or carries the bough. Thus in Thuringia,  as soon
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as the trees begin to be green in spring, the children assemble on a Sunday and go out into
the woods, where they choose one of their playmates to be Little Leaf Man. They break
branches from the trees and twine them about the child, till only his shoes are left peeping
out. Two of the other children lead him for fear he should stumble. They take him singing
and dancing from house to house, asking for gifts of food, such as eggs, cream, sausages,
cakes. Finally, they sprinkle the Leaf Man with water and feast on the food. Such a Leaf
Man is our English Jack-in-the-Green, a chimney-sweeper 61who, as late as 1892, was seen
by Dr. Rouse walking about at Cheltenham encased in a wooden framework covered with
greenery.
The bringing in of the new leafage in the form of a tree or flowers is one, and perhaps the
simplest, form of spring festival. It takes little notice of death and winter, uttering and
emphasizing only the desire for the joy in life and spring. But in other and severer climates
the emotion is fiercer and more complex; it takes the form of a struggle or contest, what the
Greeks called an agon. Thus on May Day in the Isle of Man a Queen of the May was chosen,
and with her twenty maids of honour, together with a troop of young men for escort. But
there was not only a Queen of the May, but a Queen of Winter, a man dressed as a woman,
loaded with warm clothes and wearing a woollen hood and fur tippet. Winter, too, had
attendants like the Queen of the May. The two troops met and fought; and whichever Queen
was taken prisoner had to pay the expenses of the feast.
In the Isle of Man the real gist of the ceremony is quite forgotten, it has become a mere play.
But among the Esquimaux 62 there is still carried on a similar rite, and its magical intent is
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clearly understood. In autumn, when the storms begin and the long and dismal Arctic winter
is at hand, the central Esquimaux divide themselves into two parties called the Ptarmigans
and the Ducks. The ptarmigans are the people born in winter, the ducks those born in
summer. They stretch out a long rope of sealskin. The ducks take hold of one end, the
ptarmigans of the other, then comes a tug-of-war. If the ducks win there will be fine weather
through the winter; if the ptarmigans, bad. This autumn festival might, of course, with equal
magical intent be performed in the spring, but probably autumn is chosen because, with the
dread of the Arctic ice and snow upon them, the fear of winter is stronger than the hope of
spring.
The intense emotion towards the weather, which breaks out into these magical  agones, or
“contests,” is not very easy to realize. The weather to us now-a-days for the most part damps
a day’s pleasuring or raises the price of fruit and vegetables. But our main supplies come to
us from other lands and other weathers, and we find it hard to think 63ourselves back into the
state when a bad harvest meant starvation. The intensely practical attitude of man towards
the seasons, the way that many of these magical dramatic ceremonies rose straight out of the
emotion towards the food-supply, would perhaps never have been fully realized but for the
study of the food-producing ceremonies of the Central Australians.
The Central Australian spring is not the shift from winter to summer, from cold to heat, but
from a long, arid, and barren season to a season short and often irregular in recurrence of
torrential rain and sudden fertility. The dry steppes of Central Australia are the scene of a
marvellous transformation. In the dry season all is hot and desolate, the ground has only
patches of wiry scrub, with an occasional parched acacia tree, all is stones and sand; there is
no sign of animal life save for the thousand ant-hills. Then suddenly the rainy season sets in.
Torrents fill the rivers, and the sandy plain is a sheet of water. Almost as suddenly the rain
ceases, the streams dry up, sucked in by the thirsty ground, and as though literally by magic
a luxuriant vegetation bursts forth, the desert blossoms 64as a rose. Insects, lizards, frogs,
birds, chirp, frisk and chatter. No plant or animal can live unless it live quickly. The struggle
for existence is keen and short.
It seems as though the change came and life was born by magic, and the primitive Australian
takes care that magic should not be wanting, and magic of the most instructive kind. As soon
as the season of fertility approaches he begins his rites with the avowed object of making and
multiplying the plants, and chiefly the animals, by which he lives; he paints the figure of the
emu on the sand with vermilion drawn from his own blood; he puts on emu feathers and
gazes about him vacantly in stupid fashion like an emu bird; he makes a structure of boughs
like the chrysalis of a Witchetty grub—his favourite food, and drags his body through it in
pantomime, gliding and shuffling to promote its birth. Here, difficult and intricate though the
ceremonies are, and uncertain in meaning as many of the details must probably always
remain, the main emotional gist is clear. It is not that the Australian wonders at and admires
the miracle of his spring, the bursting of the flowers and the singing of birds; it is not 65that
his heart goes out in gratitude to an All-Father who is the Giver of all good things; it is that,
obedient to the push of life within him, his impulse is towards food. He must eat that he and
his tribe may grow and multiply. It is this, his will to live, that he utters and represents.
The savage utters his will to live, his intense desire for food; but it should be noted, it is
desire and will and longing, not certainty and satisfaction that he utters. In this respect it is
interesting to note that his rites and ceremonies, when periodic, are of fairly long periods.
Winter and summer are not the only natural periodic cycles; there is the cycle of day and
night, and yet among primitive peoples but little ritual centres round day and night. The
reason is simple. The cycle of day and night is so short, it recurs so frequently, that man
naturally counted upon it and had no cause to be anxious. The emotional tension necessary to
ritual was absent. A few peoples, e.g. the Egyptians, have practised daily incantations to
bring back the sun. Probably they had at first felt a real tension of anxiety, and then—
being 66a people hidebound by custom—had gone on from mere conservatism. Where the
sun returns at a longer interval, and is even, as among the Esquimaux, hidden for the long
space of six months, ritual inevitably arises. They play at cat’s-cradle to catch the ball of the
sun lest it should sink and be lost for ever.
Round the moon, whose cycle is long, but not too long, ritual very early centred, but
probably only when its supposed influence on vegetation was first surmised. The moon, as it
were, practises magic herself; she waxes and wanes, and with her, man thinks, all the
vegetable kingdom waxes and wanes too, all but the lawless onion. The moon, Plutarch  tells 16

us, is fertile in its light and contains moisture, it is kindly to the young of animals and to the
new shoots of plants. Even Bacon  held that observations of the moon with a view to
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planting and sowing and the grafting of trees were “not altogether frivolous.” It cannot too
often be remembered that primitive man has but little, if any, interest in sun and moon and
heavenly bodies for their inherent beauty or wonder; he cares for them, he holds
them 67sacred, he performs rites in relation to them mainly when he notes that they bring the
seasons, and he cares for the seasons mainly because they bring him food. A season is to him
as a Hora was at first to the Greeks, the fruits of a season, what our farmers would call “a
good year.”

The sun, then, had no ritual till it was seen that he led in the seasons; but long before that
was known, it was seen that the seasons were annual, that they went round in aring; and
because that annual ring was long in revolving, great was man’s hope and fear in the winter,
great his relief and joy in the spring. It was literally a matter of death and life, and it was as
death and life that he sometimes represented it, as we have seen in the figures of Adonis and
Osiris.
Adonis and Osiris have their modern parallels, who leave us in no doubt as to the meaning of
their figures. Thus on the 1st of March in Thüringen a ceremony is performed called
“Driving out the Death.” The young people make up a figure of straw, dress it in old clothes,
carry it out and throw it into the river. Then they come back, tell 68the good news to the
village, and are given eggs and food as a reward. In Bohemia the children carry out a straw
puppet and burn it. While they are burning it they sing—
“Now carry we Death out of the village,The new Summer into the village,Welcome, dear
Summer,Green little corn.”
In other parts of Bohemia the song varies; it is not Summer that comes back but Life.
“We have carried away Death,And brought back Life.”
In both these cases it is interesting to note that though Death is dramatically carried out, the
coming back of Life is only announced, not enacted.
Often, and it would seem quite naturally, the puppet representing Death or Winter is reviled
and roughly handled, or pelted with stones, and treated in some way as a sort of scapegoat.
But in not a few cases, and these are of special interest, it seems to be the seat of a sort of
magical potency which can be and is transferred to the figure of Summer or Life, thus
causing, as it were, a sort of Resur69rection. In Lusatia the women only carry out the Death.
They are dressed in black themselves as mourners, but the puppet of straw which they dress
up as the Death wears a white shirt. They carry it to the village boundary, followed by boys
throwing stones, and there tear it to pieces. Then they cut down a tree and dress it in the
white shirt of the Death and carry it home singing.
So at the Feast of the Ascension in Transylvania. After morning service the girls of the
village dress up the Death; they tie a threshed-out sheaf of corn into a rough copy of a head
and body, and stick a broomstick through the body for arms. Then they dress the figure up in
the ordinary holiday clothes of a peasant girl—a red hood, silver brooches, and ribbons
galore. They put the Death at an open window that all the people when they go to vespers
may see it. Vespers over, two girls take the Death by the arms and walk in front; the rest
follow. They sing an ordinary church hymn. Having wound through the village they go to
another house, shut out the boys, strip the Death of its clothes, and throw the straw body out
of the window to the boys, who fling it into a river. Then 70one of the girls is dressed in the
Death’s discarded clothes, and the procession again winds through the village. The same
hymn is sung. Thus it is clear that the girl is a sort of resuscitated Death. This resurrection
aspect, this passing of the old into the new, will be seen to be of great ritual importance when
we come to Dionysos and the Dithyramb.
These ceremonies of Death and Life are more complex than the simple carrying in of green
boughs or even the dancing round maypoles. When we have these figures, these
“impersonations,” we are getting away from the merely emotional dance, from the domain of
simple psychological motor discharge to something that is very like rude art, at all events to
personification. On this question of personification, in which so much of art and religion has
its roots, it is all-important to be clear.
In discussions on such primitive rites as “Carrying out the Death,” “Bringing in Summer,”
we are often told that the puppet of the girl is carried round, buried, burnt; brought back,
because it “personifies the Spirit of Vegetation,” or it “embodies the 71 Spirit of Summer.”
The Spirit of Vegetation is “incarnate in the puppet.” We are led, by this way of speaking, to
suppose that the savage or the villager first forms an idea or conception of a Spirit of
Vegetation and then later “embodies” it. We naturally wonder that he should perform a
mental act so high and difficult as abstraction.
A very little consideration shows that he performs at first no abstraction at all; abstraction is
foreign to his mental habit. He begins with a vague excited dance to relieve his emotion.
That dance has, probably almost from the first, a leader; the dancers choose an actual person,
and he is the root and ground of personification. There is nothing mysterious about the
process; the leader does not “embody” a previously conceived idea, rather he begets it. From
his personality springs the personification. The abstract idea arises from the only thing it
possibly can arise from, the concrete fact. Without perception there is no conception. We
noted in speaking of dances (p.43) how the dance got generalized; how from many
commemorations of actual hunts and battles there arose the hunt dance and the war dance.
So, from 72many actual living personal May Queens and Deaths, from many actual men and
women decked with leaves, or trees dressed up as men and women, arises the Tree
Spirit, theVegetation Spirit, the Death.
At the back, then, of the fact of personification lies the fact that the emotion is felt
collectively, the rite is performed by a band or chorus who dance together with a common
leader. Round that leader the emotion centres. When there is an act of Carrying-out or
Bringing-in he either is himself the puppet or he carries it. Emotion is of the whole band;
drama—doing—tends to focus on the leader. This leader, this focus, is then remembered,
thought of, imaged; from being perceived year by year, he is finally conceived; but his basis
is always in actual fact of which he is but the reflection.
Had there been no periodic festivals, personification might long have halted. But it is easy to
see that a recurrent perception helps to form a permanent abstractconception. The different
actual recurrent May Kings and “Deaths,” because they recur, get a sort of permanent life of
their own and become beings apart. In this way a concep 73tion, a kind of daimon, or spirit, is
fashioned, who dies and lives again in a perpetual cycle. The periodic festival begets a kind
of not immortal, but perennial, god.
Yet the faculty of conception is but dim and feeble in the mind even of the peasant to-day;
his function is to perceive the actual fact year by year, and to feel about it. Perhaps a simple
instance best makes this clear. The Greek Church does not gladly suffer images in the round,
though she delights in picture-images, eikons. But at her great spring festival of Easter she
makes, in the remote villages, concession to a strong, perhaps imperative, popular need; she
allows an image, an actual idol, of the dead Christ to be laid in the tomb that it may rise
again. A traveller in Eubœa  during Holy Week had been struck by the genuine grief shown
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at the Good Friday services. On Easter Eve there was the same general gloom and
despondency, and he asked an old woman why it was. She answered: “Of course I am
anxious; for if Christ does not rise to-morrow, we shall have no corn this year.”
74The old woman’s state of mind is fairly clear. Her emotion is the old emotion, not sorrow
for the Christ the Son of Mary, but fear, imminent fear for the failure of food. The Christ
again is not the historical Christ of Judæa, still less the incarnation of the Godhead
proceeding from the Father; he is the actual figure fashioned by his village chorus and laid
by the priests, the leaders of that chorus, in the local sepulchre.

So far, then, we have seen that the vague emotional dance tends to become a periodic rite,
performed at regular intervals. The periodic rite may occur at any date of importance to the
food-supply of the community, in summer, in winter, at the coming of the annual rains, or
the regular rising of a river. Among Mediterranean peoples, both in ancient days and at the
present time, the Spring Festival arrests attention. Having learnt the general characteristics of
this Spring Festival, we have now to turn to one particular case, the Spring Festival of the
Greeks. This is all-important to us because, as will be seen, from the ritual of this and
kindred festivals arose, we believe, a great form of Art, the Greek drama.
7
Chapter XII: “Periodicity in Nature.”
8
Ibid.
9
De Ser. Num. 17.
10
Frazer, Adonis, Attis, and Osiris,  p. 200.
3

11
Quoted by Dr. Frazer, The Golden Bough,  p. 203.
2

12
E. K. Chambers, The Mediæval Stage, I, p. 169.
13
The Golden Bough,  p. 205.
2

14
The Golden Bough,  p. 213.
2

15
Resumed from Dr. Frazer, Golden Bough,  II, p. 104.
2

16
De Is. et Os., p. 367.
17
De Aug. Scient., III, 4.
18
J. C. Lawson, Modern Greek Folk-lore and Ancient Religion, p. 573.

75CHAPTER IV
THE SPRING FESTIVAL IN GREECE

THE tragedies of Æschylus, Sophocles, and Euripides were performed at Athens at a festival

known as the Great Dionysia. This took place early in April, so that the time itself makes us
suspect that its ceremonies were connected with the spring. But we have more certain
evidence. Aristotle, in his treatise on the Art of Poetry, raises the question of the origin of the
drama. He was not specially interested in primitive ritual; beast dances and spring
mummeries might even have seemed to him mere savagery, the lowest form of “imitation;”
but he divined that a structure so complex as Greek tragedy must have arisen out of a simpler
form; he saw, or felt, in fact, that art had in some way risen out of ritual, and he has left us a
memorable statement.
In describing the “Carrying-out of Summer” we saw that the element of real drama,
real 76impersonation, began with the leaders of the band, with the Queen of the May, and
with the “Death” or the “Winter.” Great is our delight when we find that for Greek drama
Aristotle  divined a like beginning. He says:
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“Tragedy—as also Comedy—was at first mere improvisation—the one (tragedy) originated

with the leaders of the Dithyramb.”
The further question faces us: What was the Dithyramb? We shall find to our joy that this
obscure-sounding Dithyramb, though before Aristotle’s time it had taken literary form, was
in origin a festival closely akin to those we have just been discussing. The Dithyramb was, to
begin with, a spring ritual; and when Aristotle tells us tragedy arose out of the Dithyramb, he
gives us, though perhaps half unconsciously, a clear instance of a splendid art that arose
from the simplest of rites; he plants our theory of the connection of art with ritual firmly with
its feet on historical ground.
When we use the word “dithyrambic” we certainly do not ordinarily think of spring. 77 We
say a style is “dithyrambic” when it is unmeasured, too ornate, impassioned, flowery. The
Greeks themselves had forgotten that the word Dithyramb meant a leaping, inspired dance.
But they had not forgotten on what occasion that dance was danced. Pindar wrote a
Dithyramb for the Dionysiac festival at Athens, and his song is full of springtime and
flowers. He bids all the gods come to Athens to dance flower-crowned.
“Look upon the dance, Olympians; send us the grace of Victory, ye gods who come to the
heart of our city, where many feet are treading and incense steams: in sacred Athens come to
the holy centre-stone. Take your portion of garlands pansy-twined, libations poured from the
culling of spring....
“Come hither to the god with ivy bound. Bromios we mortals name Him, and Him of the
mighty Voice.... The clear signs of his Fulfilment are not hidden, whensoever the chamber of
the purple-robed Hours is opened, and nectarous flowers lead in the fragrant spring. Then,
then, are flung over the immortal Earth, lovely petals of pansies, and roses are amid our hair;
and voices of song 78are loud among the pipes, the dancing-floors are loud with the calling of
crowned Semele.”
Bromios, “He of the loud cry,” is a title of Dionysos. Semele is his mother, the Earth; we
keep her name in Nova Zembla, “New Earth.” The song might have been sung at a
“Carrying-in of Summer.” The Horæ, the Seasons, a chorus of maidens, lead in the figure of
Spring, the Queen of the May, and they call to Mother Earth to wake, to rise up from the
earth, flower-crowned.
You may bring back the life of the Spring in the form of a tree or a maiden, or you may
summon her to rise from the sleeping Earth. In Greek mythology we are most familiar with
the Rising-up form. Persephone, the daughter of Demeter, is carried below the Earth, and
rises up again year by year. On Greek vase-paintings  the scene occurs again and again. A
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mound of earth is represented, sometimes surmounted by a tree; out of the mound a woman’s
figure rises; and all about the mound are figures of dancing dæmons waiting to welcome her.
79All this is not mere late poetry and art. It is the primitive art and poetry that come straight
out of ritual, out of actual “things done,” dromena. In the village of Megara, near Athens, the
very place where to-day on Easter Tuesday the hills are covered with throngs of dancing
men, and specially women, Pausanias  saw near the City Hearth a rock called “Anaklethra,
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‘Place of Calling-up,’ because, if any one will believe it, when she was wandering in search
of her daughter, Demeter called her up there”; and he adds: “The women to this day perform
rites analogous to the story told.”
These rites of “Calling up” must have been spring rites, in which, in some pantomimic
dance, the uprising of the Earth Spirit was enacted.
Another festival of Uprising is perhaps more primitive and instructive, because it is near akin
to the “Carrying out of Winter,” and also because it shows clearly the close connection of
these rites with the food-supply. Plutarch  tells us of a festival held every nine years at
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Delphi. It was called from the name of the puppet used Charila, a word 80which originally
meant Spring-Maiden, and is connected with the Russian word yaro, “Spring,” and is also
akin to the Greek Charis, “grace,” in the sense of increase, “Give us all grace.” The rites
of Charila, the Gracious One, the Spring-Maiden, were as follows:
“The king presided and made a distribution in public of grain and pulse to all, both citizens
and strangers. And the child-image ofCharila is brought in. When they had all received their
share, the king struck the image with his sandal, the leader of the Thyiades lifted the image
and took it away to a precipitous place, and there tied a rope round the neck of the image and
buried it.”
Mr. Calderon has shown that very similar rites go on to-day in Bulgaria in honour of Yarilo,
the Spring God.
The image is beaten, insulted, let down into some cleft or cave. It is clearly a “Carrying out
the Death,” though we do not know the exact date at which it was celebrated. It had its
sequel in another festival at Delphi called Herois, or the “Heroine.” Plutarch  says it 81was
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too mystical and secret to describe, but he lets us know the main gist.
“Most of the ceremonies of the Herois have a mystical reason which is known to the
Thyiades, but from the rites that are done in public, one may conjecture it to be a ‘Bringing
up of Semele.’”
Some one or something, a real woman, or more likely the buried puppet Charila, the Spring-
Maiden, was brought up from the ground to enact and magically induce the coming of
Spring.
These ceremonies of beating, driving out, burying, have all, with the Greeks, as with the
savage and the modern peasant, but one real object: to get rid of the season that is bad for
food, to bring in and revive the new supply. This comes out very clearly in a ceremony that
went on down to Plutarch’s time, and he tells us  it was “ancestral.” It was called “the
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Driving out of Ox-hunger.” By Ox-hunger was meant any great ravenous hunger, and the
very intensity and monstrosity of the word takes us back to days when 82famine was a grim
reality. When Plutarch was archon he had, as chief official, to perform the ceremony at the
Prytaneion, or Common Hearth. A slave was taken, beaten with rods of a magical plant, and
driven out of doors to the words: “Out with Ox-hunger! In with Wealth and Health!” Here
we see the actual sensation, or emotion, of ravenous hunger gets a name, and thereby a
personality, though a less completely abstracted one than Death or Summer. We do not know
that the ceremony of Driving out Ox-hunger was performed in the spring, it is only instanced
here because, more plainly even than the Charila, when the king distributes pulse and peas, it
shows the relation of ancient mimic ritual to food-supply.
If we keep clearly in mind the object rather than the exact date of the Spring Song we shall
avoid many difficulties. A Dithyramb was sung at Delphi through the winter months, which
at first seems odd. But we must remember that among agricultural peoples the performance
of magical ceremonies to promote fertility and the food supply may begin at any moment
after the earth is ploughed and the seed sown. The sowing of the seed is its death  83and
burial; “that which thou sowest is not quickened except it die.” When the death and burial
are once accomplished the hope of resurrection and new birth begins, and with the hope the
magical ceremonies that may help to fulfil that hope. The Sun is new-born in midwinter, at
the solstice, and our “New” year follows, yet it is in the spring that, to this day, we keep our
great resurrection festival.

We return to our argument, holding steadily in our minds this connection. The Dithyramb is
a Spring Song at a Spring Festival, and the importance of the Spring Festival is that it
magically promotes the food-supply.

Do we know any more about the Dithyramb? Happily yes, and the next point is as curious as
significant.
Pindar, in one of his Odes, asks a strange question:
“Whence did appear the Graces of Dionysos,With the Bull-driving Dithyramb?”
Scholars have broken their own heads and one another’s to find a meaning and an answer to
the odd query. It is only quite 84lately that they have come at all to see that the Dithyramb
was a Spring Song, a primitive rite. Formerly it was considered to be a rather elaborate form
of lyric poetry invented comparatively late. But, even allowing it is the Spring Song, are we
much further? Why should the Dithyramb be bull-driving? How can driving a Bull help the
spring to come? And, above all, what are the “slender-ankled” Graces doing, helping to drive
the great unwieldy Bull?
The difficulty about the Graces, or Charites, as the Greeks called them, is soon settled. They
are the Seasons, or “Hours,” and the chief Season, or Hour, was Spring herself. They are
called Charites, or Graces, because they are, in the words of the Collect, the “Givers of all
grace,” that is, of all increase physical and spiritual. But why do they want to come driving
in a Bull? It is easy to see why the Givers of all grace lead the Dithyramb, the Spring Song;
their coming, with their “fruits in due season” is the very gist of the Dithyramb; but why is
the Dithyramb “bull-driving”? Is this a mere “poetical” epithet? If it is, it is not particularly
poetical.
85But Pindar is not, we now know, merely being “poetical,” which amounts, according to
some scholars, to meaning anything or nothing. He is describing, alluding to, an actual rite
or dromenon in which a Bull is summoned and driven to come in spring. About that we must
be clear. Plutarch, the first anthropologist, wrote a little treatise called Greek Questions, in
which he tells us all the strange out-of-the-way rites and customs he saw in Greece, and then
asks himself what they meant. In his 36thQuestion he asks: “Why do the women of Elis
summon Dionysos in their hymns to be present with them with his bull-foot?” And then, by
a piece of luck that almost makes one’s heart stand still, he gives us the very words of the
little ritual hymn the women sang, our earliest “Bull-driving” Spring Song:
“In Spring-time,  O Dionysos,To thy holy temple come;To Elis with thy Graces,Rushing
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with thy bull-foot, come,Noble Bull, Noble Bull.”

86Itis a strange primitive picture—the holy women standing in springtime in front of the
temple, summoning the Bull; and the Bull, garlanded and filleted, rushing towards them,
driven by the Graces, probably three real women, three Queens of the May, wreathed and
flower-bedecked. But what does it mean?
Plutarch tries to answer his own question, and half, in a dim, confused fashion, succeeds. “Is
it,” he suggests, “that some entitle the god as ‘Born of a Bull’ and as a ‘Bull’ himself? ... or
is it that many hold the god is the beginner of sowing and ploughing?” We have seen how a
kind of daimon, or spirit, of Winter or Summer arose from an actual tree or maid or man
disguised year by year as a tree. Did the god Dionysos take his rise in like fashion from the
driving and summoning year by year of some holy Bull?
First, we must notice that it was not only at Elis that a holy Bull appears at the Spring
Festival. Plutarch asks another instructive Question:  “Who among the Delphians is the
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Sanctifier?” And we find to our amazement that the sanctifier is a Bull. A Bull 87who not
only is holy himself, but is so holy that he has power to make others holy, he is the
Sanctifier; and, most important for us, he sanctifies by his death in the month Bysios, the
month that fell, Plutarch tells us, “at the beginning of spring, the time of the blossoming of
many plants.”
We do not hear that the “Sanctifier” at Delphi was “driven,” but in all probability he was led
from house to house, that every one might partake in the sanctity that simply exuded from
him. At Magnesia,  a city of Asia Minor, we have more particulars. There, at the annual fair
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year by year the stewards of the city bought a Bull, “the finest that could be got,” and at the
new moon of the month at the beginning of seedtime they dedicated it, for the city’s welfare.
The Bull’s sanctified life began with the opening of the agricultural year, whether with the
spring or the autumn ploughing we do not know. The dedication of the Bull was a high
solemnity. He was led in procession, at the head of which went the chief priest and priestess
of the city. With them went a herald and the sacrificer, and two bands of youths
and 88maidens. So holy was the Bull that nothing unlucky might come near him; the youths
and maidens must have both their parents alive, they must not have been under the taboo, the
infection, of death. The herald pronounced aloud a prayer for “the safety of the city and the
land, and the citizens, and the women and children, for peace and wealth, and for the
bringing forth of grain and of all the other fruits, and of cattle.” All this longing for fertility,
for food and children, focuses round the holy Bull, whose holiness is his strength and
fruitfulness.
The Bull thus solemnly set apart, charged as it were with the luck of the whole people, is fed
at the public cost. The official charged with his keep has to drive him into the market-place,
and “it is good for those corn-merchants who give the Bull grain as a gift,” good for them
because they are feeding, nurturing, the luck of the State, which is their own luck. So
through autumn and winter the Bull lives on, but early in April the end comes. Again a great
procession is led forth, the senate and the priests walk in it, and with them come
representatives of each class of the State—children and young 89boys, and youths just come
to manhood, epheboi, as the Greeks called them. The Bull is sacrificed, and why? Why must
a thing so holy die? Why not live out the term of his life? He dies because he is so holy, that
he may give his holiness, his strength, his life, just at the moment it is holiest, to his people.
“When they shall have sacrificed the Bull, let them divide it up among those who took part
in the procession.”
The mandate is clear. The procession included representatives of the whole State. The holy
flesh is not offered to a god, it is eaten—to every man his portion—by each and every
citizen, that he may get his share of the strength of the Bull, of the luck of the State.
Now at Magnesia, after the holy civic communion, the meal shared, we hear no more. Next
year a fresh Bull will be chosen, and the cycle begin again. But at Athens at the annual “Ox-
murder,” the Bouphonia, as it was called, the scene did not so close. The ox was slain with
all solemnity, and all 90those present partook of the flesh, and then—the hide was stuffed
with straw and sewed up, and next the stuffed animal was set on its feet and yoked to a
plough as though it were ploughing. The Death is followed by a Resurrection. Now this is
all-important. We are so accustomed to think of sacrifice as the death, the giving up, the
renouncing of something. But sacrificedoes not mean “death” at all. It means making holy,
sanctifying; and holiness was to primitive man just special strength and life. What they
wanted from the Bull was just that special life and strength which all the year long they had
put into him, and nourished and fostered. That life was in his blood. They could not eat that
flesh nor drink that blood unless they killed him. So he must die. But it was not to give him
up to the gods that they killed him, not to “sacrifice” him in our sense, but to have him, keep
him, eat him, live by him and through him, by his grace.
And so this killing of the sacred beast was always a terrible thing, a thing they fain would
have shirked. They fled away after the deed, not looking backwards; they publicly tried and
condemned the axe that struck the blow.91 But their best hope, their strongest desire, was that
he had not, could not, really have died. So this intense desire uttered itself in
the dromenon of his resurrection. If he did not rise again, how could they plough and sow
again next year? He must live again, he should, he did.
The Athenians were a little ashamed of their “Ox-murder,” with its grotesque pantomime of
the stuffed, resurrected beast. Just so some of us now-a-days are getting a little shy of
deliberately cursing our neighbours on Ash Wednesday. They probably did not feel very
keenly about their food-supply, they thought their daily dinner was secure. Anyhow the
emotion that had issued in the pantomime was dead, though from sheer habit the pantomime
went on. Probably some of the less educated among them thought there “might be something
in it,” and anyhow it was “as well to be on the safe side.” The queer ceremony had got
associated with the worship of Olympian Zeus, and with him you must reckon. Then perhaps
your brother-in-law was the Ox-striker, and anyhow it was desirable that the women should
go; some of the well-born girls had to act as water-carriers.
92The Ox-murder was obsolete at Athens, but the spirit of the rite is alive to-day among the
Ainos in the remote island of Saghalien. Among the Ainos the Bear is what psychologists
rather oddly call the main “food focus,” the chief “value centre.” And well he may be. Bear’s
flesh is the Ainos’ staple food; they eat it both fresh and salted; bearskins are their principal
clothing; part of their taxes are paid in bear’s fat. The Aino men spend the autumn, winter
and spring in hunting the Bear. Yet we are told the Ainos “worship the Bear”; they apply to
it the name Kamui, which has been translated god; but it is a word applied to all strangers,
and so only means what catches attention, and hence is formidable. In the religion of the
Ainos “the Bear plays a chief part,” says one writer. The Bear “receives idolatrous
veneration,” says another. They “worship it after their fashion,” says a third. Have we
another case of “the heathen in his blindness”? Only here he “bows down” not to “gods of
wood and stone,” but to a live thing, uncouth, shambling but gracious—a Bear.
Instead of theorizing as to what the Aino thinks and imagines, let us observe
his doings, 93his dromena, his rites; and most of all his great spring and autumn rite,
thedromenon of the Bear. We shall find that, detail for detail, it strangely resembles the
Greek dromenon of the Bull.
As winter draws to a close among the Ainos, a young Bear is trapped and brought into the
village. At first an Aino woman suckles him at her breast, then later he is fed on his favourite
food, fish—his tastes are semi-polar. When he is at his full strength, that is, when he
threatens to break the cage in which he lives, the feast is held. This is usually in September,
or October, that is when the season of bear-hunting begins.
Before the feast begins the Ainos apologize profusely, saying that they have been good to the
Bear, they can feed him no longer, they must kill him. Then the man who gives the Bear-
feast invites his relations and friends, and if the community be small nearly the whole village
attends. On the occasion described by Dr. Scheube about thirty Ainos were present, men,
women, and children, all dressed in their best clothes. The woman of the house who had
suckled the Bear sat by herself, sad and silent, only now and then she 94burst into helpless
tears. The ceremony began with libations made to the fire-god and to the house-god set up in
a corner of the house. Next the master and some of the guests left the hut and offered
libations in front of the Bear’s cage. A few drops were presented to him in a saucer, which
he promptly upset. Then the women and girls danced round the cage, rising and hopping on
their toes, and as they danced they clapped their hands and chanted a monotonous chant. The
mother and some of the old women cried as they danced and stretched out their arms to the
Bear, calling him loving names. The young women who had nursed no Bears laughed, after
the manner of the young. The Bear began to get upset, and rushed round his cage, howling
lamentably.
Next came a ceremony of special significance which is never omitted at the sacrifice of a
Bear. Libations were offered to the inabos, sacred wands which stand outside the Aino hut.
These wands are about two feet high and are whittled at the top into spiral shavings. Five
new wands with bamboo leaves attached to them are set up for the festival; the leaves
according to the Ainos mean that the Bear 95may come to life again. These wands are
specially interesting. The chief focus of attention is of course the Bear, because his flesh is
for the Aino his staple food. But vegetation is not quite forgotten. The animal life of the Bear
and the vegetable life of the bamboo-leaves are thought of together.
Then comes the actual sacrifice. The Bear is led out of his cage, a rope is thrown round his
neck, and he is perambulated round the neighbourhood of the hut. We do not hear that
among the Ainos he goes in procession round the village, but among the Gilyaks, not far
away in Eastern Siberia, the Bear is led about the villages, and it is held to be specially
important that he should be dragged down to the river, for this will ensure the village a
plentiful supply of fish. He is then, among the Gilyaks, taken to each hut in the village, and
fish, brandy, and other delicacies are offered to him. Some of the people prostrate
themselves in front of him and his coming into a house brings a blessing, and if he snuffs at
the food, that brings a blessing too.
To return to the Aino Bear. While he is being led about the hut the men, headed by a chief,
shoot at the Bear with arrows tipped 96with buttons. But the object of the shooting is not to
kill, only apparently to irritate him. He is killed at last without shedding of his sacred blood,
and we hope without much pain. He is taken in front of the sacred wands, a stick placed in
his mouth, and nine men press his neck against a beam; he dies without a sound. Meantime
the women and girls, who stand behind the men, dance, lament, and beat the men who are
killing their Bear. The body of the dead Bear is then laid on a mat before the sacred wands.
A sword and quiver, taken from the wands, are hung about the Bear. If it is a She-Bear it is
also bedecked with a necklace and rings. Food and drink, millet broth and millet cakes are
offered to it. It is decked as an Aino, it is fed as an Aino. It is clear that the Bear is in some
sense a human Bear, an Aino. The men sit down on mats in front of the Bear and offer
libations, and themselves drink deep.
Now that the death is fairly over the mourning ends, and all is feasting and merriment. Even
the old women lament no more. Cakes of millet are scrambled for. The bear is skinned and
disembowelled, the trunk is severed from the head, to which the skin is 97left hanging. The
blood, which might not be shed before, is now carefully collected in cups and eagerly drunk
by the men, for the blood is the life. The liver is cut up and eaten raw. The flesh and the rest
of the vitals are kept for the day next but one, when it is divided among all persons present at
the feast. It is what the Greeks call a dais, a meal divided or distributed. While the Bear is
being dismembered the girls dance, in front of the sacred wands, and the old women again
lament. The Bear’s brain is extracted from his head and eaten, and the skull, severed from
the skin, is hung on a pole near the sacred wands. Thus it would seem the life and strength of
the bear is brought near to the living growth of the leaves. The stick with which the Bear was
gagged is also hung on the pole, and with it the sword and quiver he had worn after his
death. The whole congregation, men and women, dance about this strange maypole, and a
great drinking bout, in which all men and women alike join, ends the feast.
The rite varies as to detail in different places. Among the Gilyaks the Bear is dressed after
death in full Gilyak costume and 98seated on a bench of honour. In one part the bones and
skull are carried out by the oldest people to a place in the forest not far from the village.
There all the bones except the skull are buried. After that a young tree is felled a few inches
above the ground, its stump is cleft, and the skull wedged into the cleft. When the grass
grows over the spot the skull disappears and there is an end of the Bear. Sometimes the
Bear’s flesh is eaten in special vessels prepared for this festival and only used at it. These
vessels, which include bowls, platters, spoons, are elaborately carved with figures of bears
and other devices.
Through all varieties in detail the main intent is the same, and it is identical with that of the
rite of the holy Bull in Greece and the maypole of our forefathers. Great is the sanctity of the
Bear or the Bull or the Tree; the Bear for a hunting people; the Bull for nomads, later for
agriculturists; the Tree for a forest folk. On the Bear and the Bull and the Tree are focussed
the desire of the whole people. Bear and Bull and Tree are sacred, that is, set apart, because
full of a special life and strength intensely desired. They are led and 99carried about from
house to house that their sanctity may touch all, and avail for all; the animal dies that he may
be eaten; the Tree is torn to pieces that all may have a fragment; and, above all, Bear and
Bull and Tree die only that they may live again.
We have seen (p. 71) that, out of the puppet or the May Queen, actually perceived year after
year there arose a remembrance, a mental image, an imagined Tree Spirit, or “Summer,” or
Death, a thing never actually seen but conceived. Just so with the Bull. Year by year in the
various villages of Greece was seen an actual holy Bull, and bit by bit from the remembrance
of these various holy Bulls, who only died to live again each year, there arose the image of a
Bull-Spirit, or Bull-Daimon, and finally, if we like to call him so, a Bull-God. The growth of
this idea, this conception, must have been much helped by the fact that in some places the
dancers attendant on the holy Bull dressed up as bulls and cows. The women worshippers of
Dionysos, we are told, wore bulls’ horns in imitation of the god, for they represented him in
pictures as having a bull’s head. We100 know that a man does not turn into a bull, or a bull
into a man, the line of demarcation is clearly drawn; but the rustic has no such conviction
even to-day. That crone, his aged aunt, may any day come in at the window in the shape of a
black cat; why should she not? It is not, then, that a god ‘takes upon him the form of a bull,’
or is ‘incarnate in a bull,’ but that the real Bull and the worshipper dressed as a bull are seen
and remembered and give rise to an imagined Bull-God; but, it should be observed, only
among gifted, imaginative, that is, image-making, peoples. The Ainos have their actual holy
Bear, as the Greeks had their holy Bull; but with them out of the succession of holy Bears
there arises, alas! no Bear-God.
We have dwelt long on the Bull-driving Dithyramb, because it was not obvious on the face
of it how driving a bull could help the coming of spring. We understand now why, on the
day before the tragedies were performed at Athens, the young men (epheboi) brought in not
only the human figure of the god, but also a Bull “worthy” of the God. We understand, too,
why in addition to the 101tragedies performed at the great festival, Dithyrambs were also sung
—“Bull-driving Dithyrambs.”

We come next to a third aspect of the Dithyramb, and one perhaps the most important of all
for the understanding of art, and especially the drama. The Dithyramb was the Song and
Dance of the New Birth.
Plato is discussing various sorts of odes or songs. “Some,” he says, “are prayers to the gods
—these are called hymns; others of an opposite sort might best be calleddirges; another sort
are pæans, and another—the birth of Dionysos, I suppose—is called Dithyramb.” Plato is not
much interested in Dithyrambs. To him they are just a particular kind of choral song; it is
doubtful if he even knew that they were Spring Songs; but this he did know, though he
throws out the information carelessly—the Dithyramb had for its proper subject the birth or
coming to be, the genesis of Dionysos.
The common usage of Greek poetry bears out Plato’s statement. When a poet is going to
describe the birth of Dionysos he calls the god by the title Dithyrambos. Thus102an inscribed
hymn found at Delphi  opens thus:
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“Come, O Dithyrambos, Bacchos, come....Bromios, come, and coming with thee bringHoly
hours of thine own holy spring....All the stars danced for joy. MirthOf mortals hailed thee,
Bacchos, at thy birth.”
The Dithyramb is the song of the birth, and the birth of Dionysos is in the spring, the time of
the maypole, the time of the holy Bull.
And now we come to a curious thing. We have seen how a spirit, a dæmon, and perhaps
ultimately a god, develops out of an actual rite. Dionysos the Tree-God, the Spirit of
Vegetation, is but a maypole once perceived, then remembered and conceived. Dionysos, the
Bull-God, is but the actual holy Bull himself, or rather the succession of annual holy Bulls
once perceived, then remembered, 103generalized, conceived. But the god conceived will
surely always be made in the image, the mental image, of the fact perceived. If, then, we
have a song and dance of the birth of Dionysos, shall we not, as in the Christian religion,
have a child-god, a holy babe, a Saviour in the manger; at first in original form as a calf, then
as a human child? Now it is quite true that in Greek religion there is a babe Dionysos
called Liknites, “Him of the Cradle.”  The rite of waking up, or bringing to light, the child
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Liknites was performed each year at Delphi by the holy women.

But it is equally clear and certain that the Dionysos of Greek worship and of the drama was
not a babe in the cradle. He was a goodly youth in the first bloom of manhood, with the
down upon his cheek, the time when, Homer says, “youth is most gracious.” This is the
Dionysos that we know in statuary, the fair, dreamy youth sunk in reverie; this is the
Dionysos whom Pentheus despised and insulted because of his young beauty like a
woman’s. But how could such a Dionysos arise out of a rite of birth? He could not, and he
did not. The Dithyramb is also the song 104of the second or new birth, the Dithyrambos is the
twice-born.
This the Greeks themselves knew. By a false etymology they explained the
word Dithyrambos as meaning “He of the double door,” their word thyra being the same as
our door. They were quite mistaken; Dithyrambos, modern philology tells us, is the Divine
Leaper, Dancer, and Lifegiver. But their false etymology is important to us, because it shows
that they believed the Dithyrambos was the twice-born. Dionysos was born, they fabled,
once of his mother, like all men, once of his father’s thigh, like no man.
But if the Dithyrambos, the young Dionysos, like the Bull-God, the Tree-God, arises from
a dromenon, a rite, what is the rite of second birth from which it arises?

We look in vain among our village customs. If ever rite of second birth existed, it is dead and
buried. We turn to anthropology for help, and find this, the rite of the second birth,
widespread, universal, over half the savage world.
With the savage, to be twice born is the rule, not the exception. By his first birth he 105comes
into the world, by his second he is born into his tribe. At his first birth he belongs to his
mother and the women-folk; at his second he becomes a full-fledged man and passes into the
society of the warriors of his tribe. This second birth is a little difficult for us to realize. A
boy with us passes very gradually from childhood to manhood, there is no definite moment
when he suddenly emerges as a man. Little by little as his education advances he is admitted
to the social privileges of the circle in which he is born. He goes to school, enters a
workshop or a university, and finally adopts a trade or a profession. In the case of girls, in
whose upbringing primitive savagery is apt to linger, there is still, in certain social strata a
ceremony known as Coming Out. A girl’s dress is suddenly lengthened, her hair is put up,
she is allowed to wear jewels, she kisses her sovereign’s hand, a dance is given in her
honour; abruptly, from her seclusion in the cocoon state of the schoolroom, she emerges full-
blown into society. But the custom, with its half-realized savagery, is already dying, and
with boys it does not obtain at all. Both sexes share, of course, the religious rite of
Confirmation.
106To avoid harsh distinctions, to bridge over abrupt transitions, is always a mark of
advancing civilization; but the savage, in his ignorance and fear, lamentably over-stresses
distinctions and transitions. The long process of education, of passing from child to man, is
with him condensed into a few days, weeks, or sometimes months of tremendous educational
emphasis—of what is called “initiation,” “going in,” that is, entering the tribe. The
ceremonies vary, but the gist is always substantially the same. The boy is to put away
childish things, and become a grown and competent tribesman. Above all he is to cease to be
a woman-thing and become a man. His initiation prepares him for his two chief functions as
a tribesman—to be a warrior, to be a father. That to the savage is the main if not the whole
Duty of Man.
This “initiation” is of tremendous importance, and we should expect, what in fact we find,
that all this emotion that centres about it issues in dromena, “rites done.” These rites are very
various, but they all point one moral, that the former things are passed away and that the
new-born man has entered on a new life.
107Simplest perhaps of all, and most instructive, is the rite practised by the Kikuyu of British
East Africa,  who require that every boy, just before circumcision, must be born again. “The
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mother stands up with the boy crouching at her feet; she pretends to go through all the labour
pains, and the boy on being reborn cries like a babe and is washed.”
More often the new birth is simulated, or imagined, as a death and a resurrection, either of
the boys themselves or of some one else in their presence. Thus at initiation among some
tribes of South-east Australia,  when the boys are assembled an old man dressed in stringy
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bark fibre lies down in a grave. He is covered up lightly with sticks and earth, and the grave
is smoothed over. The buried man holds in his hand a small bush which seems to be growing
from the ground, and other bushes are stuck in the ground round about. The novices are then
brought to the edge of the grave and a song is sung. Gradually, as the song goes on, the bush
held by the buried man begins to quiver. It moves more and 108more and bit by bit the man
himself starts up from the grave.
The Fijians have a drastic and repulsive way of simulating death. The boys are shown a row
of seemingly dead men, their bodies covered with blood and entrails, which are really those
of a dead pig. The first gives a sudden yell. Up start the men, and then run to the river to
cleanse themselves.
Here the death is vicarious. Another goes through the simulated death that the initiated boy
may have new life. But often the mimicry is practised on the boys themselves. Thus in West
Ceram  boys at puberty are admitted to the Kakian association. The boys are taken blindfold,
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followed by their relations, to an oblong wooden shed under the darkest trees in the depths of
the forest. When all are assembled the high priest calls aloud on the devils, and immediately
a hideous uproar is heard from the shed. It is really made by men in the shed with bamboo
trumpets, but the women and children think it is the devils. Then the priest enters the shed
with the boys, one at a time. A dull thud of chopping is heard, a fearful cry rings 109out, and a
sword dripping with blood is thrust out through the roof. This is the token that the boy’s head
has been cut off, and that the devil has taken him away to the other world, whence he will
return born again. In a day or two the men who act as sponsors to the boys return daubed
with mud, and in a half-fainting state like messengers from another world. They bring the
good news that the devil has restored the boys to life. The boys themselves appear, but when
they return they totter as they walk; they go into the house backwards. If food is given them
they upset the plate. They sit dumb and only make signs. The sponsors have to teach them
the simplest daily acts as though they were new-born children. At the end of twenty to thirty
days, during which their mothers and sisters may not comb their hair, the high priest takes
them to a lonely place in the forest and cuts off a lock of hair from the crown of each of their
heads. At the close of these rites the boys are men and may marry.
Sometimes the new birth is not simulated but merely suggested. A new name is given, a new
language taught, a new dress worn, 110new dances are danced. Almost always it is
accompanied by moral teaching. Thus in the Kakian ceremony already described the boys
have to sit in a row cross-legged, without moving a muscle, with their hands stretched out.
The chief takes a trumpet, and placing the mouth of it on the hand of each lad, he speaks
through it in strange tones, imitating the voice of spirits. He warns the boys on pain of death
to observe the rules of the society, and never to reveal what they have seen in the Kakian
house. The priests also instruct the boys on their duty to their blood relations, and teach them
the secrets of the tribe.
Sometimes it is not clear whether the new birth is merely suggested or represented in
pantomime. Thus among the Binbinga of North Australia it is generally believed that at
initiation a monstrous being called Katajalina, like the Kronos of the Greeks, swallows the
boys and brings them up again initiated; but whether there is or is not adromenon or rite of
swallowing we are not told.
In totemistic societies, and in the animal secret societies that seem to grow out of them, the
novice is born again as the sacred animal. 111 Thus among the Carrier Indians when a man
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wants to become a Lulem, or Bear, however cold the season, he tears off his clothes, puts on
a bearskin and dashes into the woods, where he will stay for three or four days. Every night
his fellow-villagers will go out in search parties to find him. They cry out Yi!
Kelulem (“Come on, Bear”) and he answers with angry growls. Usually they fail to find him,
but he comes back at last himself. He is met and conducted to the ceremonial lodge, and
there, in company with the rest of the Bears, dances solemnly his first appearance.
Disappearance and reappearance is as common a rite in initiation as simulated killing and
resurrection, and has the same object. Both are rites of transition, of passing from one state
to another. It has often been remarked, by students of ancient Greek and other ceremonies,
that the rites of birth, marriage, and death, which seem to us so different, are to primitive
man oddly similar. This is explained if we see that in intent they are all the same, all a
passing from one social state to another. There are but two factors in every rite, the putting
off 112of the old, the putting on of the new; you carry out Winter or Death, you bring in
Summer or Life. Between them is a midway state when you are neither here nor there, you
are secluded, under a taboo.
To the Greeks and to many primitive peoples the rites of birth, marriage, and death were for
the most part family rites needing little or no social emphasis. But the rite which concerned
the whole tribe, the essence of which was entrance into the tribe, was the rite of initiation at
puberty. This all-important fact is oddly and significantly enshrined in the Greek language.
The general Greek word for rite was tělětē. It was applied to all mysteries, and sometimes to
marriages and funerals. But it has nothing to do with death. It comes from a root meaning “to
grow up.” The word tělětē means rite of growing up, becoming complete. It meant at first
maturity, then rite of maturity, then by a natural extension any rite of initiation that was
mysterious. The rites of puberty were in their essence mysterious, because they consisted in
initiation into the sanctities of the tribe, the things which society sanctioned 113and protected,
excluding the uninitiated, whether they were young boys, women, or members of other
tribes. Then, by contagion, the mystery notion spread to other rites.

We understand now who and what was the god who arose out of the rite, the dromenon of
tribal initiation, the rite of the new, the second birth. He was Dionysos. His name, according
to recent philology, tells us—Dionysos, “Divine Young Man.”
When once we see that out of the emotion of the rite and the facts of the rite arises that
remembrance and shadow of the rite, that image which is the god, we realize instantly that
the god of the spring rite must be a young god, and in primitive societies, where young
women are but of secondary account, he will necessarily be a youngman. Where emotion
centres round tribal initiation he will be a young man just initiated, what the Greeks called
a kouros, or ephebos, a youth of quite different social status from a mere pais or boy. Such a
youth survives in our King of the May and Jack-in-the-Green. Old men and women are for
death and winter, the young for life and spring, and most of 114all the young man or bear or
bull or tree just come to maturity.
And because life is one at the Spring Festival, the young man carries a blossoming branch
bound with wool of the young sheep. At Athens in spring and autumn alike “they carry out
the Eiresione, a branch of olive wound about with wool ... and laden with all sorts of
firstfruits, that scarcity may cease, and they sing over it:
“Eiresione bringsFigs and fat cakes,And a pot of honey and oil to mix,And a wine-cup
strong and deep,That she may drink and sleep.”
The Eiresione had another name that told its own tale. It was called Korythalia,  “Branch of
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blooming youth.” The young men, says a Greek orator, are “the Spring of the people.”
The excavations of Crete have given to us an ancient inscribed hymn, a Dithyramb, we may
safely call it, that is at once a spring-song and a young man-song. The god here 115invoked is
what the Greeks call a kouros, a young man. It is sung and danced by young warriors:
“Ho! Kouros, most Great, I give thee hail, Lord of all that is wet and gleaming; thou art
come at the head of thy Daimones. To Diktè for the Year, Oh, march and rejoice in the dance
and song.”
The leader of the band of kouroi, of young men, the real actual leader, has become by
remembrance and abstraction, as we noted, a daimon, or spirit, at the head of a band of
spirits, and he brings in the new year at spring. The real leader, the “first kouros” as the
Greeks called him, is there in the body, but from the succession of leaders year by year they
have imaged a spirit leader greatest of all. He is “lord of all that is wet and gleaming,” for the
May bough, we remember, is drenched with dew and water that it may burgeon and blossom.
Then they chant the tale of how of old a child was taken away from its mother, taken by
armed men to be initiated, armed men dancing their tribal dance. The stone is unhappily
broken here, but enough remains to make the meaning clear.
116And because this boy grew up and was initiated into manhood:
“The Horæ (Seasons) began to be fruitful year by year and Dikè to possess mankind, and all
wild living things were held about by wealth-loving Peace.”
We know the Seasons, the fruit and food bringers, but Dikè is strange. We translate the word
“Justice,” but Dikè means, not Justice as between man and man, but the order of the world,
the way of life. It is through this way, this order, that the seasons go round. As long as the
seasons observe this order there is fruitfulness and peace. If once that order were
overstepped then would be disorder, strife, confusion, barrenness. And next comes a
mandate, strange to our modern ears:
“To us also leap for full jars, and leap for fleecy flocks, and leap for fields of fruit and for
hives to bring increase.”
And yet not strange if we remember the Macedonian farmer (p. 32), who throws his spade
into the air that the wheat may be tall, or the Russian peasant girls who leap high 117in the air
crying, “Flax, grow.” The leaping of the youths of the Cretan hymn is just the utterance of
their tense desire. They have grown up, and with them all live things must grow. By their
magic year by year the fruits of the earth come to their annual new birth. And that there be
no mistake they end:
“Leap for our cities, and leap for our sea-borne ships, and for our young citizens, and for
goodly Themis.”
They are now young citizens of a fencèd city instead of young tribesmen of the bush, but
their magic is the same, and the strength that holds them together is the bond of social
custom, social structure, “goodly Themis.” No man liveth to himself.

Crete is not Athens, but at Athens in the theatre of Dionysos, if the priest of Dionysos, seated
at the great Spring Festival in his beautiful carved central seat, looked across the orchestra,
he would see facing him a stone frieze on which was sculptured the Cretan ritual, the armed
dancing youths and the child to be year by year reborn.
118We have seen what the Dithyramb, from which sprang the Drama, was. A Spring song, a
song of Bull-driving, a song and dance of Second Birth; but all this seems, perhaps, not to
bring us nearer to Greek drama, rather to put us farther away. What have the Spring and the
Bull and the Birth Rite to do with the stately tragedies we know—with Agamemnon and
Iphigenia and Orestes and Hippolytos? That is the question before us, and the answer will
lead us to the very heart of our subject. So far we have seen that ritual arose from the
presentation and emphasis of emotion—emotion felt mainly about food. We have further
seen that ritual develops out of and by means of periodic festivals. One of the chief periodic
festivals at Athens was the Spring Festival of the Dithyramb. Out of this Dithyramb arose,
Aristotle says, tragedy—that is, out of Ritual arose Art. How and Why? That is the question
before us.
19
Poetics, IV, 12.
20
See my Themis, p. 419. (1912.)
21
I, 43. 2.
22
Quaest. Græc. XII.
23
Op. cit.
24
Quæst. Symp., 693 f.
 25
The words “in Spring-time” depend on an emendation to me convincing. See my Themis, p.
205, note 1.
26
IX.
27
See my Themis, p. 151.
28
See my Prolegomena, p. 439.
29
Prolegomena, p. 402.
30
Frazer, Totemism and Exogamy, Vol. I, p. 228.
31
The Golden Bough,  III, 424.
2

32
The Golden Bough,  III, 442.
2

33
The Golden Bough,  III, p. 438.
2

34
See my Themis, p. 503.

119 CHAPTER V
TRANSITION FROM RITUAL TO ART: THE DROMENON (“THING DONE”)
AND THE DRAMA

PROBABLY most people when they go to a Greek play for the first time think it a strange
performance. According, perhaps, more to their temperament than to their training, they are
either very much excited or very much bored. In many minds there will be left a feeling that,
whether they have enjoyed the play or not, they are puzzled: there are odd effects,
conventions, suggestions.
For example, the main deed of the Tragedy, the slaying of hero or heroine, is not done on the
stage. That disappoints some modern minds unconsciously avid of realism to the point of
horror. Instead of a fine thrilling murder or suicide before his very eyes, the spectator is put
off with an account of the murder done off the stage. This account is regularly given, and
usually at considerable 120length, in a “messenger’s speech.” The messenger’s speech is a
regular item in a Greek play, and though actually it gives scope not only for fine elocution,
but for real dramatic effect, in theory we feel it undramatic, and a modern actor has
sometimes much ado to make it acceptable. The spectator is told that all these, to him, odd
conventions are due to Greek restraint, moderation, good taste, and yet for all their supposed
restraint and reserve, he finds when he reads his Homer that Greek heroes frequently burst
into floods of tears when a self-respecting Englishman would have suffered in silence.
Then again, specially if the play be by Euripides, it ends not with a “curtain,” not with a
great decisive moment, but with the appearance of a god who says a few lines of either
exhortation or consolation or reconciliation, which, after the strain and stress of the action
itself, strikes some people as rather stilted and formal, or as rather flat and somehow
unsatisfying. Worse still, there are in many of the scenes long dialogues, in which the actors
wrangle with each other, and in which the action does not advance so quickly as we wish. Or
again, instead of 121beginning with the action, and having our curiosity excited bit by bit
about the plot, at the outset some one comes in and tells us the whole thing in the prologue.
Prologues we feel, are out of date, and the Greeks ought to have known better. Or again, of
course we admit that tragedy must be tragic, and we are prepared for a decent amount of
lamentation, but when an antiphonal lament goes on for pages, we weary and wish that the
chorus would stop lamenting and do something.
At the back of our modern discontent there is lurking always this queer anomaly of the
chorus. We have in our modern theatre no chorus, and when, in the opera, something of the
nature of a chorus appears in the ballet, it is a chorus that really dances to amuse and excite
us in the intervals of operatic action; it is not a chorus of doddering and pottering old men,
moralizing on an action in which they are too feeble to join. Of course if we are classical
scholars we do not cavil at the choral songs; the extreme difficulty of scanning and
construing them alone commands a traditional respect; but if we are merely modern
spectators, we may be re122spectful, we may even feel strangely excited, but we are certainly
puzzled. The reason of our bewilderment is simple enough. These prologues and
messengers’ speeches and ever-present choruses that trouble us are ritual forms still
surviving at a time when the drama has fully developed out of the dromenon. We cannot
here examine all these ritual forms in detail;  one, however, the chorus, strangest and most
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beautiful of all, it is essential we should understand.

Suppose that these choral songs have been put into English that in any way represents the
beauty of the Greek; then certainly there will be some among the spectators who get a thrill
from the chorus quite unknown to any modern stage effect, a feeling of emotion heightened
yet restrained, a sense of entering into higher places, filled with a larger and a purer air—a
sense of beauty born clean out of conflict and disaster.
A suspicion dawns upon the spectator that, great though the tragedies in themselves are, they
owe their peculiar, their incommunicable beauty largely to this element of the chorus which
seemed at first so strange.
123Now by examining this chorus and understanding its function—nay, more, by considering
the actual orchestra, the space on which the chorus danced, and the relation of that space to
the rest of the theatre, to the stage and the place where the spectators sat—we shall get light
at last on our main central problem: How did art arise out of ritual, and what is the relation of
both to that actual life from which both art and ritual sprang?
The dramas of Æschylus certainly, and perhaps also those of Sophocles and Euripides, were
played not upon the stage, and not in the theatre, but, strange though it sounds to us, in
the orchestra. The theatre to the Greeks was simply “the place of seeing, the place where the
spectators sat; what they called the skēnē or scene, was the tent or hut in which the actors
dressed. But the kernel and centre of the whole was the orchestra, the circular dancing-
place of the chorus; and, as the orchestra was the kernel and centre of the theatre, so the
chorus, the band of dancing and singing men—this chorus that seems to us so odd and even
superfluous—was the centre and kernel and starting-point of the drama. The
chorus 124danced and sang that Dithyramb we know so well, and from the leaders of that
Dithyramb we remember tragedy arose, and the chorus were at first, as an ancient writer tells
us, just men and boys, tillers of the earth, who danced when they rested from sowing and
ploughing.
Now it is in the relation between the orchestra or dancing-place of the chorus, and
the theatre or place of the spectators, a relation that shifted as time went on, that we see
mirrored the whole development from ritual to art—from dromenon to drama.
The orchestra on which the Dithyramb was danced was just a circular dancing-place beaten
flat for the convenience of the dancers, and sometimes edged by a stone basement to mark
the circle. This circular orchestra is very well seen in the theatre of Epidaurus, of which a
sketch is given in Fig. 1. The orchestra here is surrounded by a splendid theatron, or
spectator place, with seats rising tier above tier. If we want to realize the primitive Greek
orchestra or dancing-place, we must think these stone seats away. Threshing-floors are used
in Greece to-day as 126convenient dancing-places. The dance tends to be circular because it is
round some sacred thing, at first a maypole, or the reaped corn, later the figure of a god or
his altar. On this dancing-place the whole body of worshippers would gather, just as now-a-
days the whole community will assemble on a village green. There is no division at first
between actors and spectators; all are actors, all are doing the thing done, dancing the dance
danced. Thus at initiation ceremonies the whole tribe assembles, the only spectators are the
uninitiated, the women and children. No one at this early stage thinks of building a  theatre, a
spectator place. It is in the common act, the common or collective emotion, that ritual starts.
This must never be forgotten.

The most convenient spot for a mere dancing-place is some flat place. But any one who
travels through Greece will notice instantly that all the Greek theatres that remain at Athens,
at Epidaurus, at Delos, Syracuse, and elsewhere, are built against the side of hills. None of
these are very early; the earliest ancient orchestra we have is at Athens. It is a simple stone
ring, but it is built against the steep south side of the 127 Acropolis. The oldest festival of
Dionysos was, as will presently be seen, held in quite another spot, in the agora, or market-
place. The reason for moving the dance was that the wooden seats that used to be set up on a
sort of “grand stand” in the market-place fell down, and it was seen how safely and
comfortably the spectators could be seated on the side of a steep hill.
The spectators are a new and different element, the dance is not only danced, but it is
watched from a distance, it is a spectacle; whereas in old days all or nearly all were
worshippers acting, now many, indeed most, are spectators, watching, feeling, thinking, not
doing. It is in this new attitude of the spectator that we touch on the difference between ritual
and art; the dromenon, the thing actually done by yourself has become a drama, a thing also
done, but abstracted from your doing. Let us look for a moment at the psychology of the
spectator, at his behaviour.
Artists, it is often said, and usually felt, are so unpractical. They are always late for dinner,
they forget to post their letters and to return the books or even money that is lent 128them. Art
is to most people’s minds a sort of luxury, not a necessity. In but recently bygone days
music, drawing, and dancing were no part of a training for ordinary life, they were taught at
school as “accomplishments,” paid for as “extras.” Poets on their side equally used to
contrast art and life, as though they were things essentially distinct.
“Art is long, and Time is fleeting.”
Now commonplaces such as these, being unconscious utterances of the collective mind,
usually contain much truth, and are well worth weighing. Art, we shall show later, is
profoundly connected with life; it is nowise superfluous. But, for all that, art, both its
creation and its enjoyment, is unpractical. Thanks be to God, life is not limited to the
practical.
When we say art is unpractical, we mean that art is cut loose from immediate action. Take a
simple instance. A man—or perhaps still better a child—sees a plate of cherries. Through his
senses comes the stimulus of the smell of the cherries, and their bright colour urging him,
luring him to eat. He eats and is satisfied; the cycle of normal behaviour is  129complete; he is
a man or a child of action, but he is no artist, and no art-lover. Another man looks at the
same plate of cherries. His sight and his smell lure him and urge him to eat. He does  not eat;
the cycle is not completed, and, because he does not eat, the sight of those cherries, though
perhaps not the smell, is altered, purified from desire, and in some way intensified, enlarged.
If he is just a man of taste, he will take what we call an “æsthetic” pleasure in those cherries.
If he is an actual artist, he will paint not the cherries, but his vision of them, his purified
emotion towards them. He has, so to speak, come out from the chorus of actors, of cherry-
eaters, and become a spectator.
I borrow, by his kind permission, a beautiful instance of what he well calls “Psychical
Distance” from the writings of a psychologist. 36

“Imagine a fog at sea: for most people it is an experience of acute unpleasantness. Apart
from the physical annoyance and remoter forms of discomfort, such as delays, it is apt to
produce feelings of peculiar anxiety, fears of invisible dangers, strains of watching 130and
listening for distant and unlocalized signals. The listless movements of the ship and her
warning calls soon tell upon the nerves of the passengers; and that special, expectant tacit
anxiety and nervousness, always associated with this experience, make a fog the dreaded
terror of the sea (all the more terrifying because of its very silence and gentleness) for the
expert seafarer no less than the ignorant landsman.
“Nevertheless, a fog at sea can be a source of intense relish and enjoyment. Abstract from
the experience of the sea-fog, for the moment, its danger and practical unpleasantness; ...
direct the attention to the features ‘objectively’ constituting the phenomena—the veil
surrounding you with an opaqueness as of transparent milk, blurring the outlines of things
and distorting their shapes into weird grotesqueness; observe the carrying power of the air,
producing the impression as if you could touch some far-off siren by merely putting out your
hand and letting it lose itself behind that white wall; note the curious creamy smoothness of
the water, hypercritically denying as it were, any suggestion of danger; and, above all, the
strange 131solitude and remoteness from the world, as it can be found only on the highest
mountain tops; and the experience may acquire, in its uncanny mingling of repose and terror,
a flavour of such concentrated poignancy and delight as to contrast sharply with the blind
and distempered anxiety of its other aspects. This contrast, often emerging with startling
suddenness, is like the momentary switching on of some new current, or the passing ray of a
brighter light, illuminating the outlook upon perhaps the most ordinary and familiar objects
—an impression which we experience sometimes in instants of direst extremity, when our
practical interest snaps like a wire from sheer over-tension, and we watch the consummation
of some impending catastrophe with the marvelling unconcern of a mere spectator.”
It has often been noted that two, and two only, of our senses are the channels of art and give
us artistic material. These two senses are sight and hearing. Touch and its special
modifications, taste and smell, do not go to the making of art. Decadent French novelists,
such as Huysmann, make their heroes 132revel in perfume-symphonies, but we feel that the
sentiment described is morbid and unreal, and we feel rightly. Some people speak of a cook
as an “artist,” and a pudding as a “perfect poem,” but a healthy instinct rebels. Art, whether
sculpture, painting, drama, music, is of sight or hearing. The reason is simple. Sight and
hearing are the distant senses; sight is, as some one has well said, “touch at a distance.” Sight
and hearing are of things already detached and somewhat remote; they are the fitting
channels for art which is cut loose from immediate action and reaction. Taste and touch are
too intimate, too immediately vital. In Russian, as Tolstoi has pointed out (and indeed in
other languages the same is observable), the word for beauty (krasota) means, to begin with,
only that which pleases the sight. Even hearing is excluded. And though latterly people have
begun to speak of an “ugly deed” or of “beautiful music,” it is not good Russian. The simple
Russian does not make Plato’s divine muddle between the good and the beautiful. If a man
gives his coat to another, the Russian peasant, knowing no foreign language, will not say the
man has acted “beautifully.”
133To see a thing, to feel a thing, as a work of art, we must, then, become for the time
unpractical, must be loosed from the fear and the flurry of actual living, must become
spectators. Why is this? Why can we not live and look at once? The fact that we cannot is
clear. If we watch a friend drowning we do not note the exquisite curve made by his body as
he falls into the water, nor the play of the sunlight on the ripples as he disappears below the
surface; we should be inhuman, æsthetic fiends if we did. And again, why? It would do our
friend no harm that we should enjoy the curves and the sunlight, provided we also threw him
a rope. But the simple fact is that we cannotlook at the curves and the sunlight because our
whole being is centred on acting, on saving him; we cannot even, at the moment, fully feel
our own terror and impending loss. So again if we want to see and to feel the splendour and
vigour of a lion, or even to watch the cumbrous grace of a bear, we prefer that a cage should
intervene. The cage cuts off the need for motor actions; it interposes the needful physical and
moral distance, and we are free for contemplation. Released from our own terrors, we see
more and 134better, and we feel differently. A man intent on action is like a horse in blinkers,
he goes straight forward, seeing only the road ahead.
Our brain is, indeed, it would seem, in part, an elaborate arrangement for providing these
blinkers. If we saw and realized the whole of everything, we should want to do too many
things. The brain allows us not only to remember, but, which is quite as important, to forget
and neglect; it is an organ of oblivion. By neglecting most of the things we see and hear, we
can focus just on those which are important for action; we can cease to be potential artists
and become efficient practical human beings; but it is only by limiting our view, by a great
renunciation as to the things we see and feel. The artist does just the reverse. He renounces
doing in order to practise seeing. He is by nature what Professor Bergson calls “distrait,”
aloof, absent-minded, intent only, or mainly, on contemplation. That is why the ordinary
man often thinks the artist a fool, or, if he does not go so far as that, is made vaguely
uncomfortable by him, never really understands him. The artist’s focus, all his system 135of
values, is different, his world is a world of images which are his realities.
The distinction between art and ritual, which has so long haunted and puzzled us, now comes
out quite clearly, and also in part the relation of each to actual life. Ritual, we saw, was a re-
presentation or a pre-presentation, a re-doing or pre-doing, a copy or imitation of life, but,—
and this is the important point,—always with a practical end. Art is also a representation of
life and the emotions of life, but cut loose from immediate action. Action may be and often
is represented, but it is not that it may lead on to a practical further end. The end of art is in
itself. Its value is not mediate but immediate. Thus ritual makes, as it were, a bridge between
real life and art, a bridge over which in primitive times it would seem man must pass. In his
actual life he hunts and fishes and ploughs and sows, being utterly intent on the practical end
of gaining his food; in the dromenon of the Spring Festival, though his acts are unpractical,
being mere singing and dancing and mimicry, his intent is practical, to induce the return of
his food-supply.136 In the drama the representation may remain for a time the same, but the
intent is altered: man has come out from action, he is separate from the dancers, and has
become a spectator. The drama is an end in itself.

We know from tradition that in Athens ritual became art, a dromenon became the drama, and
we have seen that the shift is symbolized and expressed by the addition of the theatre, or
spectator-place, to the orchestra, or dancing-place. We have also tried to analyse the meaning
of the shift. It remains to ask what was its cause. Ritual does not always develop into art,
though in all probability dramatic art has always to go through the stage of ritual. The leap
from real life to the emotional contemplation of life cut loose from action would otherwise
be too wide. Nature abhors a leap, she prefers to crawl over the ritual bridge. There seem at
Athens to have been two main causes why the dromenon passed swiftly, inevitably, into the
drama. They are, first, the decay of religious faith; second, the influx from abroad of a new
culture and new dramatic material.
It may seem surprising to some that the 137decay of religious faith should be an impulse to
the birth of art. We are accustomed to talk rather vaguely of art “as the handmaid of
religion”; we think of art as “inspired by” religion. But the decay of religious faith of which
we now speak is not the decay of faith in a god, or even the decay of some high spiritual
emotion; it is the decay of a belief in the efficacy of certain magical rites, and especially of
the Spring Rite. So long as people believed that by excited dancing, by bringing in an image
or leading in a bull you could induce the coming of Spring, so long would the dromena of
the Dithyramb be enacted with intense enthusiasm, and with this enthusiasm would come an
actual accession and invigoration of vital force. But, once the faintest doubt crept in, once
men began to be guided by experience rather than custom, the enthusiasm would die down,
and the collective invigoration no longer be felt. Then some day there will be a bad summer,
things will go all wrong, and the chorus will sadly ask: “Why should I dance my dance?”
They will drift away or become mere spectators of a rite established by custom. The rite
itself will die down, or it will live on 138only as the May Day rites of to-day, a children’s
play, or at best a thing done vaguely “for luck.”
The spirit of the rite, the belief in its efficacy, dies, but the rite itself, the actual mould,
persists, and it is this ancient ritual mould, foreign to our own usage, that strikes us to-day,
when a Greek play is revived, as odd and perhaps chill. A chorus, a band of dancers there
must be, because the drama arose out of a ritual dance. An agon, or contest, or wrangling,
there will probably be, because Summer contends with Winter, Life with Death, the New
Year with the Old. A tragedy must be tragic, must have its pathos, because the Winter, the
Old Year, must die. There must needs be a swift transition, a clash and change from sorrow
to joy, what the Greeks called aperipeteia, a quick-turn-round, because, though you carry out
Winter, you bring in Summer. At the end we shall have an Appearance, an Epiphany of a
god, because the whole gist of the ancient ritual was to summon the spirit of life. All these
ritual forms haunt and shadow the play, whatever its plot, like ancient traditional ghosts; they
underlie and 139sway the movement and the speeches like some compelling rhythm.
Now this ritual mould, this underlying rhythm, is a fine thing in itself; and, moreover, it was
once shaped and cast by a living spirit: the intense immediate desire for food and life, and for
the return of the seasons which bring that food and life. But we have seen that, once the faith
in man’s power magically to bring back these seasons waned, once he began to doubt
whether he could really carry out Winter and bring in Summer, his emotion towards these
rites would cool. Further, we have seen that these rites repeated year by year ended, among
an imaginative people, in the mental creation of some sort of dæmon or god. This dæmon, or
god, was more and more held responsible on his own account for the food-supply and the
order of the Horæ, or Seasons; so we get the notion that this dæmon or god himself led in the
Seasons; Hermes dances at the head of the Charites, or an Eiresione is carried to Helios and
the Horæ. The thought then arises that this man-like dæmon who rose from a real King of the
May, must himself be approached and dealt with as a man, bargained with, 140sacrificed to.
In a word, in place of dromena, things done, we get gods worshipped; in place of
sacraments, holy bulls killed and eaten in common, we get sacrifices in the modern sense,
holy bulls offered to yet holier gods. The relation of these figures of gods to art we shall
consider when we come to sculpture.
So the dromenon, the thing done, wanes, the prayer, the praise, the sacrifice waxes. Religion
moves away from drama towards theology, but the ritual mould of thedromenon is left ready
for a new content.
Again, there is another point. The magical dromenon, the Carrying out of Winter, the
Bringing in of Spring, is doomed to an inherent and deadly monotony. It is only when its
magical efficacy is intensely believed that it can go on. The life-history of a holy bull is
always the same; its magical essence is that it should be the same. Even when the life-
dæmon is human his career is unchequered. He is born, initiated, or born again; he is
married, grows old, dies, is buried; and the old, old story is told again next year. There are no
fresh personal incidents, peculiar to one particular dæmon. If the drama rose from the Spring
Song only, beautiful it might 141be, but with a beauty that was monotonous, a beauty doomed
to sterility.
We seem to have come to a sort of impasse, the spirit of the dromenon is dead or dying, the
spectators will not stay long to watch a doing doomed to monotony. The ancient moulds are
there, the old bottles, but where is the new wine? The pool is stagnant; what angel will step
down to trouble the waters?

Fortunately we are not left to conjecture what might have happened. In the case of Greece
we know, though not as clearly as we wish, what did happen. We can see in part why,
though the dromena of Adonis and Osiris, emotional as they were and intensely picturesque,
remained mere ritual; the dromenon of Dionysos, his Dithyramb, blossomed into drama.
Let us look at the facts, and first at some structural facts in the building of the theatre.
We have seen that the orchestra, with its dancing chorus, stands for ritual, for the stage in
which all were worshippers, all joined in a rite of practical intent. We further saw that
the theatre, the place for the 142spectators, stood for art. In the orchestra all is life and
dancing; the marble seats are the very symbol of rest, aloofness from action, contemplation.
The seats for the spectators grow and grow in importance till at last they absorb, as it were,
the whole spirit, and give their name theatre to the whole structure; action is swallowed up
in contemplation. But contemplation of what? At first, of course, of the ritual dance, but not
for long. That, we have seen, was doomed to a deadly monotony. In a Greek theatre there
was not only orchestra and a spectator-place, there was also a scene or stage.
The Greek word for stage is, as we said, skenè, our scene. The scene was not a stage in our
sense, i.e. a platform raised so that the players might be better viewed. It was simply a tent,
or rude hut, in which the players, or rather dancers, could put on their ritual dresses. The fact
that the Greek theatre had, to begin with, no permanent stage in our sense, shows very
clearly how little it was regarded as a spectacle. The ritual dance was a dromenon, a thing to
be done, not a thing to be looked at. The history of the Greek stage is one long story of
the 143encroachment of the stage on the orchestra. At first a rude platform or table is set up,
then scenery is added; the movable tent is translated into a stone house or a temple front.
This stands at first outside the orchestra; then bit by bit the scene encroaches till the sacred
circle of the dancing-place is cut clean across. As the drama and the stage wax,
the dromenon and the orchestra wane.
This shift in the relation of dancing-place and stage is very clearly seen in Fig. 2, a plan of
the Dionysiac theatre at Athens (p. 144). The old circular orchestra shows the dominance of
ritual; the new curtailed orchestra of Roman times and semicircular shape shows the
dominance of the spectacle.
Greek tragedy arose, Aristotle has told us, from the leaders of the Dithyramb, the leaders of
the Spring Dance. The Spring Dance, the mime of Summer and Winter, had, as we have
seen, only one actor, one actor with two parts—Death and Life. With only one play to be
played, and that a one-actor play, there was not much need for a stage. A  scene, that is a tent,
was needed, as we saw, because all the dancers had to put on their 145rritual gear, but
scarcely a stage. From a rude platform the prologue might be spoken, and on that platform
the Epiphany or Appearance of the New Year might take place; but the play played, the life-
history of the life-spirit, was all too familiar; there was no need to look, the thing was to
dance. You need a stage—not necessarily a raised stage, but a place apart from the dancers
—when you have new material for your players, something you need to look at, to attend to.
In the sixth century B.C., at Athens, came the great innovation. Instead of the old plot, the
life-history of the life-spirit, with its deadly monotony, new plots were introduced, not of
life-spirits but of human individual heroes. In a word, Homer came to Athens, and out of
Homeric stories playwrights began to make their plots. This innovation was the death of
ritual monotony and the dromenon. It is not so much the old that dies as the new that kills.
Æschylus himself is reported to have said that his tragedies were “slices from the great
banquet of Homer.” The metaphor is not a very pleasing one, but it expresses a truth. 146 By
Homer, Æschylus meant not only our Iliad and Odyssey, but the whole body of Epic or
Heroic poetry which centred round not only the Siege of Troy but the great expedition of
the Seven Against Thebes, and which, moreover, contained the stories of the heroes before
the siege began, and their adventures after it was ended. It was from these heroic sagas for
the most part, though not wholly, that the myths or plots of not only Æschylus but also
Sophocles and Euripides, and a host of other writers whose plays are lost to us, are taken.
The new wine that was poured into the old bottles of the dromena at the Spring Festival was
the heroic saga. We know as an historical fact, the name of the man who was mainly
responsible for this inpouring—the great democratic tyrant Peisistratos. We must look for a
moment at what Peisistratos found, and then pass to what he did.
He found an ancient Spring dromenon, perhaps well-nigh effete. Without destroying the old
he contrived to introduce the new, to add to the old plot of Summer and Winter the life-
stories of heroes, and thereby arose the drama.
147Let us look first, then, at what Peisistratos found.
The April festival of Dionysos at which the great dramas were performed was not the earliest
festival of the god. Thucydides  expressly tells us that on the 12th day of the month
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Anthesterion, that is in the quite early spring, at the turn of our February and March, were
celebrated the more ancient Dionysia. It was a three-days’ festival.  On the first day, called
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“Cask-opening,” the jars of new wine were broached. Among the Bœotians the day was
called not the day of Dionysos, but the day of the Good or Wealthy Daimon. The next day
was called the day of the “Cups”—there was a contest or agon of drinking. The last day was
called the “Pots,” and it, too, had its “Pot-Contests.” It is the ceremonies of this day that we
must notice a little in detail; for they are very surprising. “Casks,” “Cups,” and “Pots,” sound
primitive enough. “Casks” and “Cups” go well with the wine-god, but the “Pots” call for
explanation.
The second day of the “Cups,” joyful 148though it sounds, was by the Athenians counted
unlucky, because on that day they believed “the ghosts of the dead rose up.” The sanctuaries
were roped in, each householder anointed his door with pitch, that the ghost who tried to
enter might catch and stick there. Further, to make assurance doubly sure, from early dawn
he chewed a bit of buckthorn, a plant of strong purgative powers, so that, if a ghost should
by evil chance go down his throat, it should at least be promptly expelled.
For two, perhaps three, days of constant anxiety and ceaseless precautions the ghosts
fluttered about Athens. Men’s hearts were full of nameless dread, and, as we shall see, hope.
At the close of the third day the ghosts, or, as the Greeks called them, Keres, were bidden to
go. Some one, we do not know whom, it may be each father of a household, pronounced the
words: “Out of the door, ye Keres; it is no longer Anthesteria,” and, obedient, the Keres were
gone.
But before they went there was a supper for these souls. All the citizens cooked
a panspermia or “Pot-of-all-Seeds,” but of this Pot-of-all-Seeds no citizen tasted. It was
made 149over to the spirits of the under-world and Hermes their daimon, Hermes
“Psychopompos,” Conductor, Leader of the dead.
We have seen how a forest people, dependent on fruit trees and berries for their food, will
carry a maypole and imagine a tree-spirit. But a people of agriculturists will feel and do and
think quite otherwise; they will look, not to the forest but to the earth for their returning life
and food; they will sow seeds and wait for their sprouting, as in the gardens of Adonis.
Adonis seems to have passed through the two stages of Tree-Spirit and Seed-Spirit; his
effigy was sometimes a tree cut down, sometimes his planted “Gardens.” Now seeds are
many, innumerable, and they are planted in the earth, and a people who bury their dead
know, or rather feel, that the earth is dead man’s land. So, when they prepare a pot of seeds
on their All Souls’ Day, it is not really or merely as a “supper for the souls,” though it may
be that kindly notion enters. The ghosts have other work to do than to eat their supper and
go. They take that supper “of all seeds,” that panspermia, with them down to the world
below, 150that they may tend it and foster it and bring it back in autumn as a pot of all fruits,
a pankarpia.
“Thou fool, that which thou sowest is not quickened except it die.”
The dead, then, as well as the living—this is for us the important point—had their share in
the dromena of the “more ancient Dionysia.” These agricultural springdromena were
celebrated just outside the ancient city gates, in the agora, or place of assembly, on a circular
dancing-place, near to a very primitive sanctuary of Dionysos which was opened only once
in the year, at the Feast of Cups. Just outside the gates was celebrated yet another festival of
Dionysos equally primitive, called the “Dionysia in the Fields.” It had the form though not
the date of our May Day festival. Plutarch  thus laments over the “good old times”: “In
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ancient days,” he says, “our fathers used to keep the feast of Dionysos in homely, jovial
fashion. There was a procession, a jar of wine and a branch; then some one dragged in a
goat, 151another followed bringing a wicker basket of figs, and, to crown all, the phallos.” It
was just a festival of the fruits of the whole earth: wine and the basket of figs and the branch
for vegetation, the goat for animal life, the phallos for man. No thought here of the dead, it is
all for the living and his food.
Such sanctities even a great tyrant might not tamper with. But if you may not upset the old
you may without irreverence add the new. Peisistratos probably cared little for, and believed
less in, magical ceremonies for the renewal of fruits, incantations of the dead. We can
scarcely picture him chewing buckthorn on the day of the “Cups,” or anointing his front door
with pitch to keep out the ghosts. Very wisely he left the Anthesteria and the kindred festival
“in the fields” where and as they were. But for his own purposes he wanted to do honour to
Dionysos, and also above all things to enlarge and improve the rites done in the god’s
honour, so, leaving the old sanctuary to its fate, he built a new temple on the south side of
the Acropolis where the present theatre 152now stands, and consecrated to the god a new and
more splendid precinct.
He did not build the present theatre, we must always remember that. The rows of stone seats,
the chief priest’s splendid marble chair, were not erected till two centuries later. What
Peisistratos did was to build a small stone temple (see Fig. 2), and a great round orchestra of
stone close beside it. Small fragments of the circular foundation can still be seen. The
spectators sat on the hill-side or on wooden seats; there was as yet no permanent  theātron or
spectator-place, still less a stone stage; thedromena were done on the dancing-place. But for
spectator-place they had the south slope of the Acropolis. What kind of wooden stage they
had unhappily we cannot tell. It may be that only a portion of the orchestra was marked off.
Why did Peisistratos, if he cared little for magic and ancestral ghosts, take such trouble to
foster and amplify the worship of this maypole-spirit, Dionysos? Why did he add to the
Anthesteria, the festival of the family ghosts and the peasant festival “in the fields,” 153 a new
and splendid festival, a little later in the spring, the Great Dionysia, or Dionysia of the City?
One reason among others was this—Peisistratos was a “tyrant.”
Now a Greek “tyrant” was not in our sense “tyrannical.” He took his own way, it is true, but
that way was to help and serve the common people. The tyrant was usually raised to his
position by the people, and he stood for democracy, for trade and industry, as against an idle
aristocracy. It was but a rudimentary democracy, a democratic tyranny, the power vested in
one man, but it stood for the rights of the many as against the few. Moreover, Dionysos was
always of the people, of the “working classes,” just as the King and Queen of the May are
now. The upper classes worshipped then, as now, not the Spirit of Spring but their own
ancestors. But—and this was what Peisistratos with great insight saw—Dionysos must be
transplanted from the fields to the city. The country is always conservative, the natural
stronghold of a landed aristocracy, with fixed traditions; the city with its closer contacts and
consequent swifter changes, and, above all, with its acquired, not inherited, wealth, tends
towards 154democracy. Peisistratos left the Dionysia “in the fields,” but he added the Great
Dionysia “in the city.”
Peisistratos was not the only tyrant who concerned himself with the dromena of Dionysos.
Herodotos  tells the story of another tyrant, a story which is like a window opening suddenly
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on a dark room. At Sicyon, a town near Corinth, there was in the agora a heroon, a hero-
tomb, of an Argive hero, Adrastos.
“The Sicyonians,” says Herodotos, “paid other honours to Adrastos, and, moreover, they
celebrated his death and disasters with tragic choruses, not honouring Dionysos but
Adrastos.” We think of “tragic” choruses as belonging exclusively to the theatre and
Dionysos; so did Herodotus, but clearly here they belonged to a local hero. His adventures
and his death were commemorated by choral dances and songs. Now when Cleisthenes
became tyrant of Sicyon he felt that the cult of the local hero was a danger. What did he do?
Very adroitly he brought in from Thebes another hero as rival to Adrastos. He then split up
the worship of Adrastos; part of 155his worship, and especially his sacrifices, he gave to the
new Theban hero, but the tragic choruses he gave to the common people’s god, to Dionysos.
Adrastos, the objectionable hero, was left to dwindle and die. No local hero can live on
without his cult.
The act of Cleisthenes seems to us a very drastic proceeding. But perhaps it was not really so
revolutionary as it seems. The local hero was not so very unlike a localdæmon, a Spring or
Winter spirit. We have seen in the Anthesteria how the paternal ghosts are expected to look
after the seeds in spring. The more important the ghost the more incumbent is this duty upon
him. Noblesse oblige. On the river Olynthiakos  in Northern Greece stood the tomb of the
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hero Olynthos, who gave the river its name. In the spring months of Anthesterion and
Elaphebolion the river rises and an immense shoal of fish pass from the lake of Bolbe to the
river of Olynthiakos, and the inhabitants round about can lay in a store of salt fish for all
their needs. “And it is a wonderful fact that they never pass by the monument of Olynthus.
They say that156formerly the people used to perform the accustomed rites to the dead in the
month Elaphebolion, but now they do them in Anthesterion, and that on this account the fish
come up in those months only in which they are wont to do honour to the dead.” The river is
the chief source of the food-supply, so to send fish, not seeds and flowers, is the dead hero’s
business.
Peisistratos was not so daring as Cleisthenes. We do not hear that he disturbed or diminished
any local cult. He did not attempt to move the Anthesteria with its ghost cult; he only added
a new festival, and trusted to its recent splendour gradually to efface the old. And at this new
festival he celebrated the deeds of other heroes, not local but of greater splendour and of
wider fame. If he did not bring Homer to Athens, he at least gave Homer official recognition.
Now to bring Homer to Athens was like opening the eyes of the blind.
Cicero, in speaking of the influence of Peisistratos on literature, says: “He is said to have
arranged in their present order the works of Homer, which were previously in 157confusion.”
He arranged them not for what we should call “publication,” but for public recitation, and
another tradition adds that he or his son fixed the order of their recitation at the great festival
of “All Athens,” the Panathenaia. Homer, of course, was known before in Athens in a
scrappy way; now he was publicly, officially promulgated. It is probable, though not certain,
that the “Homer” which Peisistratos prescribed for recitation at the Panathenaia was just
our Iliad and Odyssey, and that the rest of the heroic cycle, all the remaining “slices” from
the heroic banquet, remained as material for dithyrambs and dramas. The “tyranny” of
Peisistratos and his son lasted from 560 to 501 B.C.; tradition said that the first dramatic
contest was held in the new theatre built by Peisistratos in 535 B.C., when Thespis won the
prize. Æschylus was born in 525 B.C.; his first play, with a plot from the heroic saga,
the Seven Against Thebes, was produced in 467 B.C. It all came very swiftly, the shift from
the dithyramb as Spring Song to the heroic drama was accomplished in something much
under a century. Its effect on the whole of Greek life and religion—nay, on the whole 158of
subsequent literature and thought—was incalculable. Let us try to see why.
Homer was the outcome, the expression, of an “heroic” age. When we use the word “heroic”
we think vaguely of something brave, brilliant, splendid, something exciting and
invigorating. A hero is to us a man of clear, vivid personality, valiant, generous, perhaps hot-
tempered, a good friend and a good hater. The word “hero” calls up such figures as Achilles,
Patroklos, Hector, figures of passion and adventure. Now such figures, with their special
virtues, and perhaps their proper vices, are not confined to Homer. They occur in any and
every heroic age. We are beginning now to see that heroic poetry, heroic characters, do not
arise from any peculiarity of race or even of geographical surroundings, but, given certain
social conditions, they may, and do, appear anywhere and at any time. The world has seen
several heroic ages, though it is, perhaps, doubtful if it will ever see another. What, then, are
the conditions that produce an heroic age? and why was this influx of heroic poetry, coming
just when it did, of such immense influence 159on, and importance to, the development of
Greek dramatic art? Why had it power to change the old, stiff, ritual dithyramb into the new
and living drama? Why, above all things, did the democratic tyrant Peisistratos so eagerly
welcome it to Athens?
In the old ritual dance the individual was nothing, the choral band, the group, everything,
and in this it did but reflect primitive tribal life. Now in the heroic saga the individual is
everything, the mass of the people, the tribe, or the group, are but a shadowy background
which throws up the brilliant, clear-cut personality into a more vivid light. The epic poet is
all taken up with what he called klea andron, “glorious deeds of men,” of individual heroes;
and what these heroes themselves ardently long and pray for is just this glory, this personal
distinction, this deathless fame for their great deeds. When the armies meet it is the leaders
who fight in single combat. These glorious heroes are for the most part kings, but not kings
in the old sense, not hereditary kings bound to the soil and responsible for its fertility. Rather
they are leaders in war and adventure; the homage 160paid them is a personal devotion for
personal character; the leader must win his followers by bravery, he must keep them by
personal generosity. Moreover, heroic wars are oftenest not tribal feuds consequent on tribal
raids, more often they arise from personal grievances, personal jealousies; the siege of Troy
is undertaken not because the Trojans have raided the cattle of the Achæans, but because a
single Trojan, Paris, has carried off Helen, a single Achæan’s wife.
Another noticeable point is that in heroic poems scarcely any one is safely and quietly at
home. The heroes are fighting in far-off lands or voyaging by sea; hence we hear little of
tribal and even of family ties. The real centre is not the hearth, but the leader’s tent or ship.
Local ties that bind to particular spots of earth are cut, local differences fall into abeyance, a
sort of cosmopolitanism, a forecast of pan-Hellenism, begins to arise. And a curious point—
all this is reflected in the gods. We hear scarcely anything of local cults, nothing at all of
local magical maypoles and Carryings-out of Winter and Bringings-in of Summer, nothing
whatever of “Suppers” for the souls, or even of worship 161paid to particular local heroes. A
man’s ghost when he dies does not abide in its grave ready to rise at springtime and help the
seeds to sprout; it goes to a remote and shadowy region, a common, pan-Hellenic Hades.
And so with the gods themselves; they are cut clean from earth and from the local bits of
earth out of which they grew—the sacred trees and holy stones and rivers and still holier
beasts. There is not a holy Bull to be found in all Olympus, only figures of men, bright and
vivid and intensely personal, like so many glorified, transfigured Homeric heroes.
In a word, the heroic spirit, as seen in heroic poetry, is the outcome of a society cut loose
from its roots, of a time of migrations, of the shifting of populations.  But more is needed,
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and just this something more the age that gave birth to Homer had. We know now that before
the northern people whom we call Greeks, and who called themselves Hellenes, came down
into Greece, there had grown up in the basin of the Ægean a civilization splendid, wealthy,
rich in art and already ancient, the civilization that has come to light at Troy, Mycenæ,
Tiryns, and most of 162all in Crete. The adventurers from North and South came upon a land
rich in spoils, where a chieftain with a band of hardy followers might sack a city and dower
himself and his men with sudden wealth. Such conditions, such a contact of new and old, of
settled splendour beset by unbridled adventure, go to the making of a heroic age, its virtues
and its vices, its obvious beauty and its hidden ugliness. In settled, social conditions, as has
been well remarked, “most of the heroes would sooner or later have found themselves in
prison.”
A heroic age, happily for society, cannot last long; it has about it while it does last a sheen of
passing and pathetic splendour, such as that which lights up the figure of Achilles, but it is
bound to fade and pass. A heroic society is almost a contradiction in terms. Heroism is for
individuals. If a society is to go on at all it must strike its roots deep in some soil, native or
alien. The bands of adventurers must disband and go home, or settle anew on the land they
have conquered. They must beat their swords into plowshares and their spears into pruning-
hooks. Their gallant, glorious leader must become a sober, home-keeping, law- 163giving and
law-abiding king; his followers must abate their individuality and make it subserve a
common social purpose.
Athens, in her sheltered peninsula, lay somewhat outside the tide of migrations and heroic
exploits. Her population and that of all Attica remained comparatively unchanged; her kings
are kings of the stationary, law-abiding, state-reforming type; Cecrops, Erechtheus, Theseus,
are not splendid, flashing, all-conquering figures like Achilles and Agamemnon. Athens
might, it would seem, but for the coming of Homer, have lain stagnant in a backwater of
conservatism, content to go on chanting her traditional Spring Songs year by year. It is a
wonderful thing that this city of Athens, beloved of the gods, should have been saved from
the storm and stress, sheltered from what might have broken, even shattered her, spared the
actual horrors of a heroic age, yet given heroic poetry, given the clear wine-cup poured when
the ferment was over. She drank of it deep and was glad and rose up like a giant refreshed.
We have seen that to make up a heroic age there must be two factors, the new and the 164old;
the young, vigorous, warlike people must seize on, appropriate, in part assimilate, an old and
wealthy civilization. It almost seems as if we might go a step farther, and say that for every
great movement in art or literature we must have the same conditions, a contact of new and
old, of a new spirit seizing or appropriated by an old established order. Anyhow for Athens
the historical fact stands certain. The amazing development of the fifth-century drama is just
this, the old vessel of the ritual Dithyramb filled to the full with the new wine of the
heroic saga; and it would seem that it was by the hand of Peisistratos, the great democratic
tyrant, that the new wine was outpoured.
Such were roughly the outside conditions under which the drama of art grew out of
the dromena of ritual. The racial secret of the individual genius of Æschylus and the
forgotten men who preceded him we cannot hope to touch. We can only try to see the
conditions in which they worked and mark the splendid new material that lay to their hands.
Above all things we can see that this material, these Homeric saga, were just fitted 165to give
the needed impulse to art. The Homeric saga had for an Athenian poet just that remoteness
from immediate action which, as we have seen, is the essence of art as contrasted with ritual.
Tradition says that the Athenians fined the dramatic poet Phrynichus for choosing as the plot
of one of his tragedies the Taking of Miletus. Probably the fine was inflicted for political
party reasons, and had nothing whatever to do with the question of whether the subject was
“artistic” or not. But the story may stand, and indeed was later understood to be, a sort of
allegory as to the attitude of art towards life. To understand and still more to contemplate life
you must come out from the choral dance of life and stand apart. In the case of one’s own
sorrows, be they national or personal, this is all but impossible. We can ritualize our sorrows,
but not turn them into tragedies. We cannot stand back far enough to see the picture; we
want to be doing, or at least lamenting. In the case of the sorrows of others this standing back
is all too easy. We not only bear their pain with easy stoicism, but we picture it
dispassionately at a safe distance; we feel 166 about rather than with it. The trouble is that we
do not feel enough. Such was the attitude of the Athenian towards the doings and sufferings
of Homeric heroes. They stood towards them as spectators. These heroes had not the
intimate sanctity of home-grown things, but they had sufficient traditional sanctity to make
them acceptable as the material of drama.
Adequately sacred though they were, they were yet free and flexible. It is impiety to alter the
myth of your local hero, it is impossible to recast the myth of your local dæmon—that is
fixed forever—his conflict, his agon, his death, his pathos, his Resurrection and its
heralding, his Epiphany. But the stories of Agamemnon and Achilles, though at home these
heroes were local daimones, have already been variously told in their wanderings from place
to place, and you can mould them more or less to your will. Moreover, these figures are
already personal and individual, not representative puppets, mere functionaries like the May
Queen and Winter; they have life-histories of their own, never quite to be repeated. It is in
this blend of the individual and the general, the personal and 167the universal, that one
element at least of all really great art will be found to lie; and just here at Athens we get a
glimpse of the moment of fusion; we see a definite historical reason why and how the
universal in dromenacame to include the particular in drama. We see, moreover, how in
place of the old monotonous plots, intimately connected with actual practical needs, we get
material cut off from immediate reactions, seen as it were at the right distance, remote yet
not too remote. We see, in a word, how a ritual enacted year by year became a work of art
that was a “possession for ever.”
Possibly in the mind of the reader there may have been for some time a growing discomfort,
an inarticulate protest. All this about dromena and drama and dithyrambs, bears and bulls,
May Queens and Tree-Spirits, even about Homeric heroes, is all very well, curious and
perhaps even in a way interesting, but it is not at all what he expected, still less what he
wants. When he bought a book with the odd incongruous title, Ancient Art and Ritual, he
was prepared to put up with some remarks on the artistic side of ritual, 168but he did expect to
be told something about what the ordinary man calls art, that is, statues and pictures. Greek
drama is no doubt a form of ancient art, but acting is not to the reader’s mind the chief of
arts. Nay, more, he has heard doubts raised lately—and he shares them—as to whether
acting and dancing, about which so much has been said, are properly speaking arts at all.
Now about painting and sculpture there is no doubt. Let us come to business.
To a business so beautiful and pleasant as Greek sculpture we shall gladly come, but a word
must first be said to explain the reason of our long delay. The main contention of the present
book is that ritual and art have, in emotion towards life, a common root, and further, that
primitive art develops normally, at least in the case of the drama, straight out of ritual. The
nature of that primitive ritual from which the drama arose is not very familiar to English
readers. It has been necessary to stress its characteristics. Almost everywhere, all over the
world, it is found that primitive ritual consists, not in prayer and praise and sacrifice, but in
mimetic dancing. But it is in Greece, and perhaps Greece only, 169in the religion of Dionysos,
that we can actually trace, if dimly, the transition steps that led from dance to drama, from
ritual to art. It was, therefore, of the first importance to realize the nature of the dithyramb
from which the drama rose, and so far as might be to mark the cause and circumstances of
the transition.
Leaving the drama, we come in the next chapter to Sculpture; and here, too, we shall see
how closely art was shadowed by that ritual out of which she sprang.
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See Bibliography at end for Professor Murray’s examination.
36
Mr. Edward Bullough, The British Journal of Psychology (1912), p. 88.
37
II, 15.
38
See my Themis, p. 289, and Prolegomena, p. 35.
39
De Cupid. div. 8.
40
V, 66.
41
Athen., VIII, ii, 334 f. See my Prolegomena, p. 54.
42
Thanks to Mr. H. M. Chadwick’s Heroic Age (1912).

170 CHAPTER VI
GREEK SCULPTURE: THE PANATHENAIC FRIEZE AND THE APOLLO
BELVEDERE

IN passing from the drama to Sculpture we make a great leap. We pass from the living thing,
the dance or the play acted by real people, the thing done, whether as ritual or art,
whether dromenon or drama, to the thing made, cast in outside material rigid form, a thing
that can be looked at again and again, but the making of which can never actually be re-lived
whether by artist or spectator.
Moreover, we come to a clear threefold distinction and division hitherto neglected. We must
at last sharply differentiate the artist, the work of art, and the spectator. The artist may, and
usually indeed does, become the spectator of his own work, but the spectator is not the artist.
The work of art is, once executed, forever distinct both from artist and spectator. In the
primitive choral dance all three—artist, work of art, spectator—were 171fused, or rather not
yet differentiated. Handbooks on art are apt to begin with the discussion of rude decorative
patterns, and after leading up through sculpture and painting, something vague is said at the
end about the primitiveness of the ritual dance. But historically and also genetically or
logically the dance in its inchoateness, its undifferentiatedness, comes first. It has in it a
larger element of emotion, and less of presentation. It is this inchoateness, this
undifferentiatedness, that, apart from historical fact, makes us feel sure that logically the
dance is primitive.
To illustrate the meaning of Greek sculpture and show its close affinity with ritual, we shall
take two instances, perhaps the best-known of those that survive, one of them in relief, the
other in the round, the Panathenaic frieze of the Parthenon at Athens and the Apollo
Belvedere, and we shall take them in chronological order. As the actual frieze and the statue
cannot be before us, we shall discuss no technical questions of style or treatment, but simply
ask how they came to be, what human need do they express. The Parthenon frieze is in the
British Museum, the Apollo172 Belvedere is in the Vatican at Rome, but is readily accessible
in casts or photographs. The outlines given in Figs. 5 and 6 can of course only serve to recall
subject-matter and design.

The Panathenaic frieze once decorated the cella or innermost shrine of the Parthenon, the
temple of the Maiden Goddess Athena. It twined like a ribbon round the brow of the building
and thence it was torn by Lord Elgin and brought home to the British Museum as a national
trophy, for the price of a few hundred pounds of coffee and yards of scarlet cloth. To realize
its meaning we must always think it back into its place. Inside the cella, or shrine, dwelt the
goddess herself, her great image in gold and ivory; outside the shrine was sculptured her
worship by the whole of her people. For the frieze is nothing but a great ritual procession
translated into stone, the Panathenaic procession, or procession of all the Athenians, of all
Athens, in honour of the goddess who was but the city incarnate, Athena.
“A wonder enthroned on the hills and the sea,A maiden crowned with a fourfold
glory,173That none from the pride of her head may rend;Violet and olive leaf, purple and
hoary,Song-wreath and story the fairest of fame,Flowers that the winter can blast not nor
bend,A light upon earth as the sun’s own flame,A name as his name—Athens, a praise
without end.”
SWINBURNE: Erechtheus, 141.
Sculptural Art, at least in this instance, comes out of ritual, has ritual as its
subject, is embodied ritual. The reader perhaps at this point may suspect that he is being
juggled with, that, out of the thousands of Greek reliefs that remain to us, just this one
instance has been selected to bolster up the writer’s art and ritual theory. He has only to walk
through any museum to be convinced at once that the author is playing quite fair. Practically
the whole of the reliefs that remain to us from the archaic period, and a very large proportion
of those at later date, when they do not represent heroic mythology, are ritual reliefs,
“votive” reliefs as we call them; that is, prayers or praises translated into stone.
 174 Fig. 3.
Of the choral dance we have heard much, of the procession but little, yet its ritual importance
was great. In religion to-day the dance is dead save for the dance of the choristers before the
altar at Seville. But the procession lives on, has even taken to itself new life. It is a means of
bringing masses of people together, of ordering them and co-ordinating them. It is a means
for the magical spread of supposed good influence, of “grace.” Witness the “Beating of the
Bounds” and the frequent processions of the Blessed Sacrament in Roman Catholic
lands.175 The Queen of the May and the Jack-in-the-Green still go from house to house.
Now-a-days it is to collect pence; once it was to diffuse “grace” and increase. We remember
the procession of the holy Bull at Magnesia and the holy Bear at Saghalien (pp. 92-100).

Fig. 4.
176What, then, was the object of the Panathenaic procession? It was first, as its name
indicates, a procession that brought all Athens together. Its object was social and political, to
express the unity of Athens. Ritual in primitive times is always social, collective.
The arrangement of the procession is shown in Figs. 3 and 4 (pp. 174, 175). In Fig. 3 we see
the procession as it were in real life, just as it is about to enter the temple and the presence of
the Twelve Gods. These gods are shaded black because in reality invisible. Fig. 4 is a
diagram showing the position of the various parts of the procession in the sculptural frieze.
At the west end of the temple the procession begins to form: the youths of Athens are
mounting their horses. It divides, as it needs must, into two halves, one sculptured on the
north, one on the south side of the cella. After the throng of the cavalry getting denser and
denser we come to the chariots, next the sacrificial animals, sheep and restive cows, then the
instruments of sacrifice, flutes and lyres and baskets and trays for offerings; men who carry
blossoming olive-boughs; maidens with water-vessels and drinking-cups. The
whole 177tumult of the gathering is marshalled and at last met and, as it were, held in check,
by a band of magistrates who face the procession just as it enters the presence of the twelve
seated gods, at the east end. The whole body politic of the gods has come down to feast with
the whole body politic of Athens and her allies, of whom these gods are but the projection
and reflection. The gods are there together because man is collectively assembled.
The great procession culminates in a sacrifice and a communal feast, a sacramental feast like
that on the flesh of the holy Bull at Magnesia. The Panathenaia was a high festival including
rites and ceremonies of diverse dates, an armed dance of immemorial antiquity that may
have dated from the days when Athens was subject to Crete, and a recitation ordered by
Peisistratos of the poems of Homer.
Some theorists have seen in art only an extension of the “play instinct,” just a liberation of
superfluous vitality and energies, as it were a rehearsing for life. This is not our view, but
into all art, in so far as it is a cutting off of motor reactions, there certainly enters an element
of recreation. It is interesting 178to note that to the Greek mind religion was specially
connected with the notion rather of a festival than a fast. Thucydides  is assuredly by nature
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no reveller, yet religion is to him mainly a “rest from toil.” He makes Perikles say:
“Moreover, we have provided for our spirit by many opportunities of recreation, by the
celebration of games and sacrifices throughout the year.” To the anonymous writer known as
the “Old Oligarch” the main gist of religion appears to be a decorous social enjoyment. In
easy aristocratic fashion he rejoices that religious ceremonials exist to provide for the less
well-to-do citizens suitable amusements that they would otherwise lack. “As to sacrifices
and sanctuaries and festivals and precincts, the People, knowing that it is impossible for each
man individually to sacrifice and feast and have sacrifices and an ample and beautiful city,
has discovered by what means he may enjoy these privileges.”
In the procession of the Panathenaia all Athens was gathered together, but—and this is
important—for a special purpose, more 179primitive than any great political or social union.
Happily this purpose is clear; it is depicted in the central slab of the east end of the frieze
(Fig. 5). A priest is there represented receiving from the hands of a boy a great peplos or
robe. It is the sacred robe of Athena woven for her and embroidered by young Athenian
maidens and offered to her every five years. The great gold and ivory statue in the Parthenon
itself had no need of a robe; she would scarcely have known what to do with one; her
raiment was already of wrought gold, she carried helmet and spear and shield. But there was
an ancient image of Athena, an old Madonna of the people, fashioned before Athena became
a warrior maiden. This image was rudely hewn in wood, it was dressed and decked doll-
fashion 180like a May Queen, and to her the great peplos was dedicated. The peplos was
hoisted as a sail on the Panathenaic ship, and this ship Athena had borrowed from Dionysos
himself, who went every spring in procession in a ship-car on wheels to open the season for
sailing. To a seafaring people like the Athenians the opening of the sailing season was all-
important, and naturally began not at midsummer but in spring.

Fig. 5.
The sacred peplos, or robe, takes us back to the old days when the spirit of the year and the
“luck” of the people was bound up with a rude image. The life of the year died out each year
and had to be renewed. To make a new image was expensive and inconvenient, so, with
primitive economy it was decided that the life and luck of the image should be renewed by
re-dressing it, by offering to it each year a new robe. We remember (p. 60) how in Thuringia
the new puppet wore the shirt of the old and thereby new life was passed from one to the
other. But behind the old image we can get to a stage still earlier, when there was at the
Panathenaia no image at all, only a yearly maypole; a bough hung with ribbons and  181cakes
and fruits and the like. A bough was cut from the sacred olive tree of Athens, called
the Moria or Fate Tree. It was bound about with fillets and hung with fruit and nuts and, in
the festival of the Panathenaia, they carried it up to the Acropolis to give to Athena Polias,
“Her-of-the-City,” and as they went they sang the old Eiresione song (p. 114). Polias is but
the city, the Polis incarnate.
This Moria, or Fate Tree, was the very life of Athens; the life of the olive which fed her and
lighted her was the very life of the city. When the Persian host sacked the Acropolis they
burnt the holy olive, and it seemed that all was over. But next day it put forth a new shoot
and the people knew that the city’s life still lived. Sophocles sang of the glory of the
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wondrous life tree of Athens:

“The untended, the self-planted, self-defended from the foe,Sea-gray, children-nurturing
olive tree that here delights to grow,None may take nor touch nor harm it, headstrong youth
nor age grown bold.182For the round of Morian Zeus has been its watcher from of old;He
beholds it, and, Athene, thy own sea-gray eyes behold.”
The holy tree carried in procession is, like the image of Athena, made of olive-wood, just the
incarnate life of Athens ever renewed.
The Panathenaia was not, like the Dithyramb, a spring festival. It took place in July at the
height of the summer heat, when need for rain was the greatest. But the month
Hecatombaion, in which it was celebrated, was the first month of the Athenian year and the
day of the festival was the birthday of the goddess. When the goddess became a war-
goddess, it was fabled that she was born in Olympus, and that she sprang full grown from
her father’s head in glittering armour. But she was really born on earth, and the day of her
birth was the birthday of every earthborn goddess, the day of the beginning of the new year,
with its returning life. When men observe only the actual growth of new green life from the
ground, this birthday will be in spring; when they begin to know that the seasons depend
on 183the sun, or when the heat of the sun causes great need of rain, it will be at midsummer,
at the solstice, or in northern regions where men fear to lose the sun in midwinter, as with us.
The frieze of the Parthenon is, then, but a primitive festival translated into stone, a rite frozen
to a monument.

Passing over a long space of time we come to our next illustration, the Apollo Belvedere
(Fig. 6).
It might seem that here at last we have nothing primitive; here we have art pure and simple,
ideal art utterly cut loose from ritual, “art for art’s sake.” Yet in this Apollo Belvedere, this
product of late and accomplished, even decadent art, we shall see most clearly the intimate
relation of art and ritual; we shall, as it were, walk actually across that transition bridge of
ritual which leads from actual life to art.

Fig. 6. The Apollo Belvedere.

The date of this famous Apollo cannot be fixed, but it is clearly a copy of a type belonging to
the fourth century B.C. The poise of the figure is singular and, till its intent is grasped,
unsatisfactory. Apollo is caught in swift motion but seems, as he stands delicately poised, to
be about to fly rather than to run. 185 He stands tiptoe and in a moment will have left the earth.
The Greek sculptor’s genius was all focussed, as we shall presently see, on the human figure
and on the mastery of its many possibilities of movement and action. Greek statues can
roughly be dated by the way they stand. At first, in the archaic period, they stand firmly
planted with equal weight on either foot, the feet close together. Then one foot is advanced,
but the weight still equally divided, an almost impossible position. Next, the weight is
thrown on the right foot; and the left knee is bent. This is of all positions the loveliest for the
human body. We allow it to women, forbid it to men save to “æsthetes.” If the back numbers
ofPunch be examined for the figure of “Postlethwaite” it will be seen that he always stands
in this characteristic relaxed pose.
When the sculptor has mastered the possible he bethinks him of the impossible. He will
render the human body flying. It may have been the accident of a mythological subject that
first suggested the motive. Leochares, a famous artist of the fourth century B.C., made a
group of Zeus in the form of an eagle carrying off Ganymede. A replica of the 186group is
preserved in the Vatican, and should stand for comparison near the Apollo. We have the
same tiptoe poise, the figure just about to leave the earth. Again, it is not a dance, but a
flight. This poise is suggestive to us because it marks an art cut loose, as far as may be, from
earth and its realities, even its rituals.
What is it that Apollo is doing? The question and suggested answers have occupied many
treatises. There is only one answer: We do not know. It was at first thought that the Apollo
had just drawn his bow and shot an arrow. This suggestion was made to account for the pose;
but that, as we have seen, is sufficiently explained by the flight-motive. Another possible
solution is that Apollo brandishes in his uplifted hand the ægis, or goatskin shield, of Zeus.
Another suggestion is that he holds as often a lustral, or laurel bough, that he is figured as
Daphnephoros, “Laurel-Bearer.”
We do not know if the Belvedere Apollo carried a laurel, but we do know that it was of the
very essence of the god to be a Laurel-Bearer. That, as we shall see in a moment, he, like
Dionysos, arose in part out of a rite, 187a rite of Laurel-Bearing—a Daphnephoria. We have
not got clear of ritual yet. When Pausanias,  the ancient traveller, whose notebook is our
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chief source about these early festivals, came to Thebes he saw a hill sacred to Apollo, and
after describing the temple on the hill he says:
“The following custom is still, I know, observed at Thebes. A boy of distinguished family
and himself well-looking and strong is made the priest of Apollo, for the space of a year.
The title given him is Laurel-Bearer (Daphnephoros), for these boys wear wreaths made of
laurel.”
We know for certain now what these yearly priests are: they are the Kings of the Year, the
Spirits of the Year, May-Kings, Jacks-o’-the-Green. The name given to the boy is enough to
show he carried a laurel branch, though Pausanias only mentions a wreath. Another ancient
writer gives us more details.  He says in describing the festival of the Laurel-Bearing:
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“They wreathe a pole of olive wood with laurel and various flowers. On the top is 188fitted a
bronze globe from which they suspend smaller ones. Midway round the pole they place a
lesser globe, binding it with purple fillets, but the end of the pole is decked with saffron. By
the topmost globe they mean the sun, to which they actually compare Apollo. The globe
beneath this is the moon; the smaller globes hung on are the stars and constellations, and the
fillets are the course of the year, for they make them 365 in number. The Daphnephoria is
headed by a boy, both whose parents are alive, and his nearest male relation carries the
filleted pole. The Laurel-Bearer himself, who follows next, holds on to the laurel; he has his
hair hanging loose, he wears a golden wreath, and he is dressed out in a splendid robe to his
feet and he wears light shoes. There follows him a band of maidens holding out boughs
before them, to enforce the supplication of the hymns.”
This is the most elaborate maypole ceremony that we know of in ancient times. The globes
representing sun and moon show us that we have come to a time when men know that the
fruits of the earth in due season depended on the heavenly bodies. The year  189with its 365
days is a Sun-Year. Once this Sun-Year established and we find that the times of the
solstices, midwinter and midsummer became as, or even more, important than the spring
itself. The date of the Daphnephoria is not known.
At Delphi itself, the centre of Apollo-worship, there was a festival called the Stepteria, or
festival “of those who make the wreathes,” in which “mystery” a Christian Bishop, St.
Cyprian, tells us he was initiated. In far-off Tempe—that wonderful valley that is still the
greenest spot in stony, barren Greece, and where the laurel trees still cluster—there was an
altar, and near it a laurel tree. The story went that Apollo had made himself a crown from
this very laurel, and taking in his hand a branch of this same laurel, i.e. as Laurel-Bearer,
had come to Delphi and taken over the oracle.
“And to this day the people of Delphi send high-born boys in procession there. And they,
when they have reached Tempe and made a splendid sacrifice return back, after wearing
themselves wreaths from the very laurel from which the god made himself a wreath.”
190We are inclined to think of the Greeks as a people apt to indulge in the singular practice of
wearing wreaths in public, a practice among us confined to children on their birthdays and a
few eccentric people on their wedding days. We forget the intensely practical purport of the
custom. The ancient Greeks wore wreaths and carried boughs, not because they were artistic
or poetical, but because they were ritualists, that they might bring back the spring and carry
in the summer. The Greek bridegroom to-day, as well as the Greek bride, wears a wreath,
that his marriage may be the beginning of new life, that his “wife may be as the fruitful vine,
and his children as the olive branches round about his table.” And our children to-day,
though they do not know it, wear wreaths on their birthdays because with each new year
their life is re-born.
Apollo then, was, like Dionysos, King of the May and—saving his presence—Jack-in-the-
Green. The god manifestly arose out of the rite. For a moment let us see  howhe arose. It will
be remembered that in a previous chapter (p. 70) we spoke of “personification.”191 We think
of the god Apollo as an abstraction, an unreal thing, perhaps as a “false god.” The god
Apollo does not, and never did, exist. He is an idea—a thing made by the imagination. But
primitive man does not deal with abstractions, does not worship them. What happens is, as
we saw (p. 71), something like this: Year by year a boy is chosen to carry the laurel, to bring
in the May, and later year by year a puppet is made. It is a different boy each year, carrying a
different laurel branch. And yet in a sense it is the same boy; he is always the Laurel-Bearer
—“Daphnephoros,” always the “Luck” of the village or city. This Laurel-Bearer, the same
yesterday, to-day, and forever, is the stuff of which the god is made. The god arises from the
rite, he is gradually detached from the rite, and as soon as he gets a life and being of his own,
apart from the rite, he is a first stage in art, a work of art existing in the mind, gradually
detached from even the faded action of ritual, and later to be the model of the actual work of
art, the copy in stone.
The stages, it would seem, are: actual life with its motor reactions, the ritual copy of life with
its faded reactions, the image of the 192god projected by the rite, and, last, the copy of that
image, the work of art.
We see now why in the history of all ages and every place art is what is called the
“handmaid of religion.” She is not really the “handmaid” at all. She springs straight out of
the rite, and her first outward leap is the image of the god. Primitive art in Greece, in Egypt,
in Assyria,  represents either rites, processions, sacrifices, magical ceremonies, embodied
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prayers; or else it represents the images of the gods who spring from those rites. Track any
god right home, and you will find him lurking in a ritual sheath, from which he slowly
emerges, first as a dæmon, or spirit, of the year, then as a full-blown divinity.
In Chapter II we saw how the dromenon gave birth to the drama, how, bit by bit, out of the
chorus of dancers some dancers with 193drew and became spectators sitting apart, and on the
other hand others of the dancers drew apart on to the stage and presented to the spectators a
spectacle, a thing to be looked at, not joined in. And we saw how in this spectacular mood,
this being cut loose from immediate action, lay the very essence of the artist and the art-
lover. Now in the drama of Thespis there was at first, we are told, but one actor; later
Æschylus added a second. It is clear who this actor, this protagonist or “first contender” was,
the one actor with the double part, who was Death to be carried out and Summer to be
carried in. He was the Bough-Bearer, the only possible actor in the one-part play of the
renewal of life and the return of the year.
The May-King, the leader of the choral dance gave birth not only to the first actor of the
drama, but also, as we have just seen, to the god, be he Dionysos or be he Apollo; and this
figure of the god thus imagined out of the year-spirit was perhaps more fertile for art than
even the protagonist of the drama. It may seem strange to us that a god should rise up out of
a dance or a pro194cession, because dances and processions are not an integral part of our
national life, and do not call up any very strong and instant emotion. The old instinct lingers,
it is true, and emerges at critical moments; when a king dies we form a great procession to
carry him to the grave, but we do not dance. We have court balls, and these with their stately
ordered ceremonials are perhaps the last survival of the genuinely civic dance, but a court
ball is not given at a king’s funeral nor in honour of a god.
But to the Greek the god and the dance were never quite sundered. It almost seems as if in
the minds of Greek poets and philosophers there lingered some dim half-conscious
remembrance that some of these gods at least actually came out of the ritual dance. Thus,
Plato,  in treating of the importance of rhythm in education says: “The gods, pitying the
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toilsome race of men, have appointed the sequence of religious festivals to give them times
of rest, and have given them the Muses and Apollo, the Muse-Leader, as fellow-revellers.”
“The young of all animals,” he goes on to 195say, “cannot keep quiet, either in body or voice.
They must leap and skip and overflow with gamesomeness and sheer joy, and they must
utter all sorts of cries. But whereas animals have no perception of order or disorder in their
motions, the gods who have been appointed to men as our fellow-dancers have given to us a
sense of pleasure in rhythm and harmony. And so they move us and lead our bands, knitting
us together with songs and in dances, and these we call choruses.” Nor was it only Apollo
and Dionysos who led the dance. Athena herself danced the Pyrrhic dance. “Our virgin
lady,” says Plato, “delighting in the sports of the dance, thought it not meet to dance with
empty hands; she must be clothed in full armour, and in this attire go through the dance. And
youths and maidens should in every respect imitate her example, honouring the goddess,
both with a view to the actual necessities of war and to the festivals.”
Plato is unconsciously inverting the order of things, natural happenings. Take the armed
dance. There is, first, the “actual necessity of war.” Men go to war armed, to 196face actual
dangers, and at their head is a leader in full armour. That is real life. There is then the festal
re-enactment of war, when the fight is not actually fought, but there is an imitation of war.
That is the ritual stage, the dromenon. Here, too, there is a leader. More and more this dance
becomes a spectacle, less and less an action. Then from the periodic dromenon, the ritual
enacted year by year, emerges an imagined permanent leader; a dæmon, or god—a
Dionysos, an Apollo, an Athena. Finally the account of what actually happens is thrown into
the past, into a remote distance, and we have an “ætiological” myth—a story told to give a
cause or reason. The whole natural process is inverted.
And last, as already seen, the god, the first work of art, the thing unseen, imagined out of the
ritual of the dance, is cast back into the visible world and fixed in space. Can we wonder that
a classical writer  should say “the statues of the craftsmen of old times are the relics of
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ancient dancing.” That is just what they are, rites caught and fixed and frozen. “Drawing,”
says a modern 197critic,  “is at bottom, like all the arts, a kind of gesture, a method of dancing
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on paper.” Sculpture, drawing, all the arts save music are imitative; so was the dance from
which they sprang. But imitation is not all, or even first. “The dance may be mimetic; but the
beauty and verve of the performance, not closeness of the imitation impresses; and tame
additions of truth will encumber and not convince. The dance must control the pantomime.”
Art, that is, gradually dominates mere ritual.
We come to another point. The Greek gods as we know them in classical sculpture are
always imaged in human shape. This was not of course always the case with other nations.
We have seen how among savages the totem, that is, the emblem of tribal unity, was usually
an animal or a plant. We have seen how the emotions of the Siberian tribe in Saghalien
focussed on a bear. The savage totem, the Saghalien Bear, is on the way to be, but is not
quite, a god; he is not personal enough. The Egyptians, and in 198part the Assyrians, halted
half-way and made their gods into monstrous shapes, half-animal, half-man, which have
their own mystical grandeur. But since we are men ourselves, feeling human emotion, if our
gods are in great part projected emotions, the natural form for them to take is human shape.
“Art imitates Nature,” says Aristotle, in a phrase that has been much misunderstood. It has
been taken to mean that art is a copy or reproduction of natural objects. But by “Nature”
Aristotle never means the outside world of created things, he means rather creative force,
what produces, not what has been produced. We might almost translate the Greek phrase,
“Art, like Nature, creates things,” “Art acts like Nature in producing things.” These things
are, first and foremost, human things, human action. The drama, with which Aristotle is so
much concerned, invents human action like real, natural action. Dancing “imitates character,
emotion, action.” Art is to Aristotle almost wholly bound by the limitations of human nature.
This is, of course, characteristically a Greek limitation. “Man is the measure of all  199things,”
said the old Greek sophist, but modern science has taught us another lesson. Man may be in
the foreground, but the drama of man’s life is acted out for us against a tremendous
background of natural happenings: a background that preceded man and will outlast him;
and this background profoundly affects our imagination, and hence our art. We moderns are
in love with the background. Our art is a landscape art. The ancient landscape painter could
not, or would not, trust the background to tell its own tale: if he painted a mountain he set up
a mountain-god to make it real; if he outlined a coast he set human coast-nymphs on its
shore to make clear the meaning.
Contrast with this our modern landscape, from which bit by bit the nymph has been wholly
banished. It is the art of a stage, without actors, a scene which is all background, all
suggestion. It is an art given us by sheer recoil from science, which has dwarfed actual
human life almost to imaginative extinction.
“Landscape, then, offered to the modern imagination a scene empty of definite
actors, 200superhuman or human, that yielded to reverie without challenge all that is in a
moral without a creed, tension or ambush of the dark, threat of ominous gloom, the relenting
and tender return or overwhelming outburst of light, the pageantry of clouds above a world
turned quaker, the monstrous weeds of trees outside the town, the sea that is obstinately epic
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It was to this world of backgrounds that men fled, hunted by the sense of their own
insignificance.
“Minds the most strictly bound in their acts by civil life, in their fancy by the shrivelled look
of destiny under scientific speculation, felt on solitary hill or shore those tides of the blood
stir again that are ruled by the sun and the moon and travelled as if to tryst where an
apparition might take form. Poets ordained themselves to this vigil, haunters of a desert
church, prompters of an elemental theatre, listeners in solitary places for intimations from a
spirit in hiding; and painters followed the impulse of Wordsworth.”
201We can only see the strength and weakness of Greek sculpture, feel the emotion of which
it was the utterance, if we realize clearly this modern spirit of the background. All great
modern, and perhaps even ancient, poets are touched by it. Drama itself, as Nietzsche
showed, “hankers after dissolution into mystery. Shakespeare would occasionally knock the
back out of the stage with a window opening on the ‘cloud-capp’d towers.’” But Maeterlinck
is the best example, because his genius is less. He is the embodiment, almost the caricature,
of a tendency.
“Maeterlinck sets us figures in the foreground only to launch us into that limbus. The supers
jabbering on the scene are there, children of presentiment and fear, to make us aware of a
third, the mysterious one, whose name is not on the bills. They come to warn us by the
nervous check and hurry of their gossip of the approach of that background power. Omen
after omen announces him, the talk starts and drops at his approach, a door shuts and the
thrill of his passage is the play.”
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202Itis, perhaps, the temperaments that are most allured and terrified by this art of the bogey
and the background that most feel the need of and best appreciate the calm and level, rational
dignity of Greek naturalism and especially the naturalism of Greek sculpture.
For it is naturalism, not realism, not imitation. By all manner of renunciations Greek
sculpture is what it is. The material, itself marble, is utterly unlike life, it is perfectly cold
and still, it has neither the texture nor the colouring of life. The story of Pygmalion who fell
in love with the statue he had himself sculptured is as false as it is tasteless. Greek sculpture
is the last form of art to incite physical reaction. It is remote almost to the point of chill
abstraction. The statue in the round renounces not only human life itself, but all the natural
background and setting of life. The statues of the Greek gods are Olympian in spirit as well
as subject. They are like the gods of Epicurus, cut loose alike from the affairs of men, and
even the ordered ways of Nature. So Lucretius  pictures them:
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203“The divinity of the gods is revealed and their tranquil abodes, which neither winds do
shake nor clouds drench with rains, nor snow congealed by sharp frost harms with hoary fall:
an ever cloudless ether o’ercanopies them, and they laugh with light shed largely around.
Nature, too, supplies all their wants, and nothing ever impairs their peace of mind.”
Greek art moves on through a long course of technical accomplishment, of ever-increasing
mastery over materials and methods. But this course we need not follow. For our argument
the last word is said in the figures of these Olympians translated into stone. Born of pressing
human needs and desires, images projected by active and even anxious ritual, they pass into
the upper air and dwell aloof, spectator-like and all but spectral.
43
II, 38.
44
Oed. Col. 694, trans. D. S. MacColl.
45
IX, 10, 4.
46
See my Themis, p. 438.
47
It is now held by some and good authorities that the prehistoric paintings of cave-dwelling
man had also a ritual origin; that is, that the representations of animals were intended to act
magically, to increase the “supply of the animal or help the hunter to catch him.” But, as this
question is still pending, I prefer, tempting though they are, not to use prehistoric paintings
as material for my argument.
48
Laws, 653.
49
Athen. XIV, 26, p. 629.
50
D. S. MacColl, “A Year of Post-Impressionism,” Nineteenth Century, p. 29. (1912.)
51
D. S. MacColl, Nineteenth Century Art, p. 20. (1902.)
52
D. S. MacColl, op. cit., p. 18.
53
II, 18.

204CHAPTER VII
RITUAL, ART AND LIFE

IN the preceding chapters we have seen ritual emerge from the practical doings of life. We
have noted that in ritual we have the beginning of a detachment from practical ends; we have
watched the merely emotional dance develop from an undifferentiated chorus into a
spectacle performed by actors and watched by spectators, a spectacle cut off, not only from
real life, but also from ritual issues; a spectacle, in a word, that has become an end in itself.
We have further seen that the choral dance is an undifferentiated whole which later divides
out into three clearly articulate parts, the artist, the work of art, the spectator or art lover. We
are now in a position to ask what is the good of all this antiquarian enquiry? Why is it, apart
from the mere delight of scientific enquiry, important to have seen that art arose from ritual?
205The answer is simple—
The object of this book, as stated in the preface, is to try to throw some light on the function
of art, that is on what it has done, and still does to-day, for life. Now in the case of a complex
growth like art, it is rarely if ever possible to understand its function—what it does, how it
works—unless we know something of how that growth began, or, if its origin is hid, at least
of the simpler forms of activity that preceded it. For art, this earlier stage, this simpler form,
which is indeed itself as it were an embryo and rudimentary art, we found to be—ritual.
Ritual, then, has not been studied for its own sake, still less for its connection with any
particular dogma, though, as a subject of singular gravity and beauty, ritual is well worth a
lifetime’s study. It has been studied because ritual is, we believe, a frequent and perhaps
universal transition stage between actual life and that peculiar contemplation of or emotion
towards life which we call art. All our long examination of beast-dances, May-day festivals
and even of Greek drama has had just this for its object—to make clear that art—save
perhaps in a few specially 206gifted natures—did not arise straight out of life, but out of that
collective emphasis of the needs and desires of life which we have agreed to call ritual.
Our formal argument is now over and ritual may drop out of the discussion. But we would
guard against a possible misunderstanding. We would not be taken to imply that ritual is
obsolete and must drop out of life, giving place to the art it has engendered. It may well be
that, for certain temperaments, ritual is a perennial need. Natures specially gifted can live
lives that are emotionally vivid, even in the rare high air of art or science; but many, perhaps
most of us, breathe more freely in the medium, literally the midway space, of some collective
ritual. Moreover, for those of us who are not artists or original thinkers the life of the
imagination, and even of the emotions, has been perhaps too long lived at second hand,
received from the artist ready made and felt. To-day, owing largely to the progress of
science, and a host of other causes social and economic, life grows daily fuller and freer, and
every manifestation of life is regarded with a new reverence. With 207 this fresh outpouring of
the spirit, this fuller consciousness of life, there comes a need for first-hand emotion and
expression, and that expression is found for all classes in a revival of the ritual dance. Some
of the strenuous, exciting, self-expressive dances of to-day are of the soil and some exotic,
but, based as they mostly are on very primitive ritual, they stand as singular evidence of this
real recurrent need. Art in these latter days goes back as it were on her own steps, recrossing
the ritual bridge back to life.

It remains to ask what, in the light of this ritual origin, is the function of art? How do we
relate it to other forms of life, to science, to religion, to morality, to philosophy? These are
big-sounding questions, and towards their solution only hints here and there can be offered,
stray thoughts that have grown up out of this study of ritual origins and which, because they
have helped the writer, are offered, with no thought of dogmatism, to the reader.
We English are not supposed to be an artistic people, yet art, in some form or another, bulks
large in the national life. We have theatres, a National Gallery, we have 208art-schools, our
tradesmen provide for us “art-furniture,” we even hear, absurdly enough, of “art-colours.”
Moreover, all this is not a matter of mere antiquarian interest, we do not simply go and
admire the beauty of the past in museums; a movement towards or about art is all alive and
astir among us. We have new developments of the theatre, problem plays, Reinhardt
productions, Gordon Craig scenery, Russian ballets. We have new schools of painting
treading on each other’s heels with breathless rapidity: Impressionists, Post-Impressionists,
Futurists. Art—or at least the desire for, the interest in, art—is assuredly not dead.
Moreover, and this is very important, we all feel about art a certain obligation, such as some
of us feel about religion. There is an “ought” about it. Perhaps we do not really care much
about pictures and poetry and music, but we feel we “ought to.” In the case of music it has
happily been at last recognized that if you have not an “ear” you cannot care for it, but two
generations ago, owing to the unfortunate cheapness and popularity of keyed instruments, it
was widely held that one half of humanity, the 209feminine half, “ought” to play the piano.
This “ought” is, of course, like most social “oughts,” a very complex product, but its
existence is well worth noting.
It is worth noting because it indicates a vague feeling that art has a real value, that art is not a
mere luxury, nor even a rarefied form of pleasure. No one feels they oughtto take pleasure in
beautiful scents or in the touch of velvet; they either do or they don’t. The first point, then,
that must be made clear is that art is of real value to life in a perfectly clear biological sense;
it invigorates, enhances, promotes actual, spiritual, and through it physical life.
This from our historical account we should at the outset expect, because we have seen art, by
way of ritual, arose out of life. And yet the statement is a sort of paradox, for we have seen
also that art differs from ritual just in this, that in art, whether of the spectator or the creator,
the “motor reactions,” i.e. practical life, the life of doing, is for the time checked. This is of
the essence of the artist’s vision, that he sees things detached and therefore more vividly,
more completely, and in a different light. This is 210of the essence of the artist’s emotion, that
it is purified from personal desire.
But, though the artist’s vision and emotion alike are modified, purified, they are not
devitalized. Far from that, by detachment from action they are focussed and intensified. Life
is enhanced, only it is a different kind of life, it is the life of the image-world, of
the imagination; it is the spiritual and human life, as differentiated from the life we share
with animals. It is a life we all, as human beings, possess in some, but very varying, degrees;
and the natural man will always view the spiritual man askance, because he is not
“practical.” But the life of imagination, cut off from practical reaction as it is, becomes in
turn a motor-force causing new emotions, and so pervading the general life, and thus
ultimately becoming “practical.” No one function is completely cut off from another. The
main function of art is probably to intensify and purify emotion, but it is substantially certain
that, if we did not feel, we could not think and should not act. Still it remains true that, in
artistic contemplation and in the realms of the artist’s imagination not only are practical
motor-reactions cut off, 211but intelligence is suffused in, and to some extent subordinated to,
emotion.

One function, then, of art is to feed and nurture the imagination and the spirit, and thereby
enhance and invigorate the whole of human life. This is far removed from the view that the
end of art is to give pleasure. Art does usually cause pleasure, singular and intense, and to
that which causes such pleasure we give the name of Beauty. But to produce and enjoy
Beauty is not the function of art. Beauty—or rather, the sensation of Beauty—is what the
Greeks would call an epigignomenon ti telos, words hard to translate, something between a
by-product and a supervening perfection, a thing like—as Aristotle  for once beautifully says
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of pleasure—“the bloom of youth to a healthy young body.”

That this is so we see most clearly in the simple fact that, when the artist begins to aim direct
at Beauty, he usually misses it. We all know, perhaps by sad experience, that the man who
seeks out pleasure for herself fails to find her. Let him do his work 212well for that work’s
sake, exercise his faculties, “energize” as Aristotle would say, and he will find pleasure
come out unawares to meet him with her shining face; but let him look for her, think of her,
even desire her, and she hides her head. A man goes out hunting, thinks of nothing but
following the hounds and taking his fences, being in at the death: his day is full—alas! of
pleasure, though he has scarcely known it. Let him forget the fox and the fences, think of
pleasure, desire her, and he will be in at pleasure’s death.
So it is with the artist. Let him feel strongly, and see raptly—that is, in complete detachment.
Let him cast this, his rapt vision and his intense emotion, into outside form, a statue or a
painting; that form will have about it a nameless thing, an unearthly aroma, which we call
beauty; this nameless presence will cause in the spectator a sensation too rare to be called
pleasure, and we shall call it a “sense of beauty.” But let the artist aim direct at Beauty, and
she is gone, gone before we hear the flutter of her wings.
The sign manual, the banner, as it were, of artistic creation is for the creative artist
not 213pleasure, but something better called joy. Pleasure, it has been well said, is no more
than an instrument contrived by Nature to obtain from the individual the preservation and the
propagation of life. True joy is not the lure of life, but the consciousness of the triumph of
creation. Wherever joy is, creation has been.  It may be the joy of a mother in the physical
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creation of a child; it may be the joy of the merchant adventurer in pushing out new
enterprise, or of the engineer in building a bridge, or of the artist in a masterpiece
accomplished; but it is always of the thing created. Again, contrast joy with glory. Glory
comes with success and is exceedingly pleasant; it is not joyous. Some men say an artist’s
crown is glory; his deepest satisfaction is in the applause of his fellows. There is no greater
mistake; we care for praise just in proportion as we are not sure we have succeeded. To the
real creative artist even praise and glory are swallowed up in the supreme joy of creation.
Only the artist himself feels the real divine fire, but it flames over into the work of art,  214and
even the spectator warms his hands at the glow.
We can now, I think, understand the difference between the artist and true lover of art on the
one hand, and the mere æsthete on the other. The æsthete does not produce, or, if he
produces, his work is thin and scanty. In this he differs from the artist; he does not feel so
strongly and see so clearly that he is forced to utterance. He has no joy, only pleasure. He
cannot even feel the reflection of this creative joy. In fact, he does not so much feel as want
to feel. He seeks for pleasure, for sensual pleasure as his name says, not for the grosser
kinds, but for pleasure of that rarefied kind that we call a sense of beauty. The æsthete, like
the flirt, is cold. It is not even that his senses are easily stirred, but he seeks the sensation of
stirring, and most often feigns it, not finds it. The æsthete is no more released from his own
desires than the practical man, and he is without the practical man’s healthy outlet in action.
He sees life, not indeed in relation to action, but to his own personal sensation. By this alone
he is debarred for ever from being an artist. As M. André Beaunier 215has well observed, by
the irony of things, when we see life in relation to ourselves we cannot really represent it at
all. The profligate thinks he knows women. It is his irony, his curse that, because he sees
them always in relation to his own desires, his own pleasure, he never really knows them at
all.
There is another important point. We have seen that art promotes a part of life, the spiritual,
image-making side. But this side, wonderful though it is, is never the whole of actual life.
There is always the practical side. The artist is always also a man. Now the æsthete tries to
make his whole attitude artistic—that is, contemplative. He is always looking and prying and
savouring, savourant, as he would say, when he ought to be living. The result is that there is
nothing to savourer. All art springs by way of ritual out of keen emotion towards life, and
even the power to appreciate art needs this emotional reality in the spectator. The æsthete
leads at best a parasite, artistic life, dogged always by death and corruption.
This brings us straight on to another question: What about Art and Morality? 216 Is Art
immoral, or non-moral, or highly moral? Here again public opinion is worth examining.
Artists, we are told, are bad husbands, and they do not pay their debts. Or if they become
good husbands and take to paying their debts, they take also to wallowing in domesticity and
produce bad art or none at all; they get tangled in the machinery of practical reactions. Art,
again, is apt to deal with risky subjects. Where should we be if there were not a Censor of
Plays? Many of these instructive attitudes about artists as immoral or non-moral, explain
themselves instantly if we remember that the artist is ipso facto detached from practical life.
In so far as he is an artist, for each and every creative moment he is inevitably a bad
husband, if being a good husband means constant attention to your wife and her interests.
Spiritual creation à deux is a happening so rare as to be negligible.
The remoteness of the artist, his essential inherent detachment from motor-reaction, explains
the perplexities of the normal censor. He, being a “practical man,” regards emotion and
vision, feeling and ideas, as leading to action. He does not see that art arises out 217of ritual
and that even ritual is one remove from practical life. In the censor’s world the spectacle of
the nude leads straight to desire, so the dancer must be draped; the problem-play leads
straight to the Divorce Court, therefore it must be censored. The normal censor apparently
knows nothing of that world where motor-reactions are cut off, that house made without
hands, whose doors are closed on desire, eternal in the heavens. The censor is not for the
moment a persona grata, but let us give him his due. He acts according to his lights and
these often quite adequately represent the average darkness. A normal audience contains
many “practical” men whose standard is the same as that of the normal censor. Art—that is
vision detached from practical reactions—is to them an unknown world full of moral risks
from which the artist is quâ artist immune.
So far we might perhaps say that art was non-moral. But the statement would be misleading,
since, as we have seen, art is in its very origin social, and social means human and collective.
Moral and social are, in their final analysis, the same. That human, 218collective emotion, out
of which we have seen the choral dance arise, is in its essence moral; that is, it unites. “Art,”
says Tolstoy, “has this characteristic, that it unites people.” In this conviction, as we shall
later see, he anticipates the modern movement of the Unanimists (p. 249).
But there is another, and perhaps simpler, way in which art is moral. As already suggested, it
purifies by cutting off the motor-reactions of personal desire. An artist deeply in love with
his friend’s wife once said: “If only I could paint her and get what I want from her, I could
bear it.” His wish strikes a chill at first; it sounds egotistic; it has the peculiar, instinctive,
inevitable cruelty of the artist, seeing in human nature material for his art. But it shows us
the moral side of art. The artist was a good and sensitive man; he saw the misery he had
brought and would bring to people he loved, and he saw, or rather felt, a way of escape; he
saw that through art, through vision, through detachment, desire might be slain, and the man
within him find peace. To some natures this instinct after art is almost their sole morality. If
they find themselves intimately entangled 219in hate or jealousy or even contempt, so that
they are unable to see the object of their hate or jealousy or contempt in a clear, quiet and
lovely light, they are restless, miserable, morally out of gear, and they are constrained to
fetter or slay personal desire and so find rest.
This aloofness, this purgation of emotion from personal passion, art has in common with
philosophy. If the philosopher will seek after truth, there must be, says Plotinus, a “turning
away” of the spirit, a detachment. He must aim at contemplation; action, he says, is “a
weakening of contemplation.” Our word theory, which we use in connection with reasoning
and which comes from the same Greek root as theatre, means really looking fixedly at,
contemplation; it is very near in meaning to ourimagination. But the philosopher differs from
the artist in this: he aims not only at the contemplation of truth, but at the ordering of truths,
he seeks to make of the whole universe an intelligible structure. Further, he is not driven by
the gadfly of creation, he is not forced to cast his images into visible or audible shape. 220 He
is remoter from the push of life. Still, the philosopher, like the artist, lives in a world of his
own, with a spell of its own near akin to beauty, and the secret of that spell is the same
detachment from the tyranny of practical life. The essence of art, says Santayana, is “the
steady contemplation of things in their order and worth.” He might have been defining
philosophy.

If art and philosophy are thus near akin, art and science are in their beginning, though not in
their final development, contrasted. Science, it seems, begins with the desire for practical
utility. Science, as Professor Bergson has told us, has for its initial aim the making of tools
for life. Man tries to find out the laws of Nature, that is, how natural things behave, in order
primarily that he may get the better of them, rule over them, shape them to his ends. That is
why science is at first so near akin to magic—the cry of both is:
“I’ll do, I’ll do, and I’ll do.”
But, though the feet of science are thus firmly planted on the solid ground of practical
action, 221her head, too, sometimes touches the highest heavens. The real man of science, like
the philosopher, soon comes to seek truth and knowledge for their own sake. In art, in
science, in philosophy, there come eventually the same detachment from personal desire and
practical reaction; and to artist, man of science, and philosopher alike, through this
detachment there comes at times the same peace that passeth all understanding.
Attempts have been often made to claim for art the utility, the tool-making property, that
characterizes the beginnings of science. Nothing is beautiful, it is sometimes said, that is not
useful; the beauty of a jug or a table depends, we are often told, on its perfect adaptation to
its use. There is here some confusion of thought and some obvious, but possibly
unconscious, special pleading. Much of art, specially decorative art, arises out of utilities, but
its aim and its criterion is not utility. Art may be structural, commemorative, magical, what-
not, may grow up out of all manner of practical needs, but it is not till it is cut loose from
these practical needs that Art is herself and comes to her own. This does not mean that the
jugs or 222tables are to be bad jugs or tables, still less does it mean that the jugs or tables
should be covered with senseless machine-made ornament; but the utility of the jug or table
is a good in itself independent of, though often associated with, its merit as art.
No one has, I think, ever called Art “the handmaid of Science.” There is, indeed, no need to
establish a hierarchy. Yet in a sense the converse is true and Science is the handmaid of Art.
Art is only practicable as we have seen, when it is possible safely to cut off motor-reactions.
By the long discipline of ritual man accustomed himself to slacken his hold on action, and be
content with a shadowy counterfeit practice. Then last, when through knowledge he was
relieved from the need of immediate reaction to imminent realities, he loosed hold for a
moment altogether, and was free to look, and art was born. He can never quit his hold for
long; but it would seem that, as science advances and life gets easier and easier, safer and
safer, he may loose his hold for longer spaces. Man subdues the world about him first by
force and then by reason; and when the material world is mastered and lies at his beck, he
needs brute force no longer, 223and needs reason no more to make tools for conquest. He is
free to think for thought’s sake, he may trust intuition once again, and above all dare to lose
himself in contemplation, dare to be more and more an artist. Only here there lurks an almost
ironical danger. Emotion towards life is the primary stuff of which art is made; there might
be a shortage of this very emotional stuff of which art herself is ultimately compacted.
Science, then, helps to make art possible by making life safer and easier, it “makes straight
in the desert a highway for our God.” But only rarely and with special limitations easily
understood does it provide actual material for art. Science deals with abstractions, concepts,
class names, made by the intellect for convenience, that we may handle life on the side
desirable to us. When we classify things, give them class-names, we simply mean that we
note for convenience that certain actually existing objects have similar qualities, a fact it is
convenient for us to know and register. These class-names being abstract—that is, bundles
of qualities rent away from living actual objects, do not easily stir emotion, and, therefore,
do not 224easily become material for art whose function it is to express and communicate
emotion. Particular qualities, like love, honour, faith, may and do stir emotion; and certain
bundles of qualities like, for example, motherhood tend towards personification; but the
normal class label like horse, man, triangle does not easily become material for art; it
remains a practical utility for science.
The abstractions, the class-names of science are in this respect quite different from those
other abstractions or unrealities already studied—the gods of primitive religion. The very
term we use shows this. Abstractions are things, qualities, dragged away consciously by the
intellect, from actual things objectively existing. The primitive gods are personifications—
i.e. collective emotions taking shape in imagined form. Dionysos has no more actual,
objective existence than the abstract horse. But the god Dionysos was not made by the
intellect for practical convenience, he was begotten by emotion, and, therefore, he re-begets
it. He and all the other gods are, therefore, the proper material for art; he is, indeed, one of
the earliest forms of art. The abstract horse, 225on the other hand, is the outcome of reflection.
We must honour him as of quite extraordinary use for the purposes of practical life, but he
leaves us cold and, by the artist, is best neglected.

There remains the relation of Art to Religion.  By now, it may be hoped, this relation is
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transparently clear. The whole object of the present book has been to show how primitive art
grew out of ritual, how art is in fact but a later and more sublimated, more detached form of
ritual. We saw further that the primitive gods themselves were but projections or, if we like it
better, personifications of the rite. They arose straight out of it.
Now we say advisedly “primitive gods,” and this with no intention of obscurantism. The god
of later days, the unknown source of life, the unresolved mystery of the world, is not
begotten of a rite, is not, essentially not, the occasion or object of art. With his relation to art
—which is indeed practically non-existent—we have nothing to do. Of the other 226gods we
may safely say that not only are they objects of art, they are its prime material; in a word,
primitive theology is an early stage in the formation of art. Each primitive god, like the rite
from which he sprang, is a half-way house between practical life and art; he comes into
being from a half, but only half, inhibited desire.
Is there, then, no difference, except in degree of detachment, between religion and art? Both
have the like emotional power; both carry with them a sense of obligation, though the
obligation of religion is the stronger. But there is one infallible criterion between the two
which is all-important, and of wide-reaching consequences. Primitive religion asserts that
her imaginations have objective existence; art more happily makes no such claim. The
worshipper of Apollo believes, not only that he has imagined the lovely figure of the god and
cast a copy of its shape in stone, but he also believes that in the outside world the god Apollo
exists as an object. Now this is certainly untrue; that is, it does not correspond with fact.
There is no such thing as the god Apollo, and 227science makes a clean sweep of Apollo and
Dionysos and all such fictitious objectivities; they are eidola, idols, phantasms, not objective
realities. Apollo fades earlier than Dionysos because the worshipper of Dionysos keeps hold
ofthe reality that he and his church or group have projected the god. He knows that prier,
c’est élaborer Dieu; or, as he would put it, he is “one with” his god. Religion has this in
common with art, that it discredits the actual practical world; but only because it creates a
new world and insists on its actuality and objectivity.
Why does the conception of a god impose obligation? Just because and in so far as he claims
to have objective existence. By giving to his god from the outset objective existence the
worshipper prevents his god from taking his place in that high kingdom of spiritual realities
which is the imagination, and sets him down in that lower objective world which always
compels practical reaction. What might have been an ideal becomes an idol. Straightway this
objectified idol compels all sorts of ritual reactions of prayer and praise and sacrifice. It is as
though another and a more exacting and 228commanding fellow-man were added to the
universe. But a moment’s reflection will show that, when we pass from the vague sense of
power or mana felt by the savage to the personal god, to Dionysos or Apollo, though it may
seem a set back it is a real advance. It is the substitution of a human and tolerably humane
power for an incalculable whimsical and often cruel force. The idol is a step towards, not a
step from, the ideal. Ritual makes these idols, and it is the business of science to shatter them
and set the spirit free for contemplation. Ritual must wane that art may wax.
But we must never forget that ritual is the bridge by which man passes, the ladder by which
he climbs from earth to heaven. The bridge must not be broken till the transit is made. And
the time is not yet. We must not pull down the ladder till we are sure the last angel has
climbed. Only then, at last, we dare not leave it standing. Earth pulls hard, and it may be that
the angels who ascended might descend and be for ever fallen.
It may be well at the close of our enquiry to test the conclusions at which we have 229arrived
by comparing them with certain endoxa, as Aristotle would call them, that is, opinions and
theories actually current at the present moment. We take these contemporary controversies,
not implying that they are necessarily of high moment in the history of art, or that they are in
any fundamental sense new discoveries; but because they are at this moment current and
vital, and consequently form a good test for the adequacy of our doctrines. It will be
satisfactory if we find our view includes these current opinions, even if it to some extent
modifies them and, it may be hoped, sets them in a new light.
We have already considered the theory that holds art to be the creation or pursuit or
enjoyment of beauty. The other view falls readily into two groups:
(1) The “imitation” theory, with its modification, the idealization theory, which holds that art
either copies Nature, or, out of natural materials, improves on her.
(2) The “expression” theory, which holds that the aim of art is to express the emotions and
thoughts of the artist.
230The “Imitation” theory is out of fashion now-a-days. Plato and Aristotle held it; though
Aristotle, as we have seen, did not mean by “imitating Nature” quite what we mean to-day.
The Imitation theory began to die down with the rise of Romanticism, which stressed the
personal, individual emotion of the artist. Whistler dealt it a rude, ill-considered blow by his
effective, but really foolish and irrelevant, remark that to attempt to create Art by imitating
Nature was “like trying to make music by sitting on the piano.” But, as already noted, the
Imitation theory of art was really killed by the invention of photography. It was impossible
for the most insensate not to see that in a work of art, of sculpture or painting, there was an
element of value not to be found in the exact transcript of a photograph. Henceforth the
Imitation theory lived on only in the weakened form of Idealization.
The reaction against the Imitation theory has naturally and inevitably gone much too far. We
have “thrown out the child with the bath-water.” All through the present book we have tried
to show that art arises from ritual, and ritual is in its essence a faded 231action, an imitation.
Moreover, every work of art is a copy of something, only not a copy of anything having
actual existence in the outside world. Rather it is a copy of that inner and highly
emotionalized vision of the artist which it is granted to him to see and recreate when he is
released from certain practical reactions.
The Impressionism that dominated the pictorial art of the later years of the nineteenth
century was largely a modified and very delicate imitation. Breaking with conventions as to
how things are supposed to be—conventions mainly based not on seeing but on knowing or
imagining—the Impressionist insists on purging his vision from knowledge, and
representing things not as they are but as they really look. He imitates Nature not as a whole,
but as she presents herself to his eyes. It was a most needful and valuable purgation, since
painting is the art proper of the eye. But, when the new effects of the world as simply  seen,
the new material of light and shadow and tone, had been to some extent—never completely
—mastered, there was inevitable reaction. Up sprang Post- 232Impressionists and Futurists.
They will not gladly be classed together, but both have this in common—they are
Expressionists, not Impressionists, not Imitators.
The Expressionists, no matter by what name they call themselves, have one criterion. They
believe that art is not the copying or idealizing of Nature, or of any aspect of Nature, but the
expression and communication of the artist’s emotion. We can see that, between them and
the Imitationists, the Impressionists form a delicate bridge. They, too, focus their attention
on the artist rather than the object, only it is on the artist’s particular vision, his impression,
what he actually sees, not on his emotion, what he feels.
Modern life is not simple—cannot be simple—ought not to be; it is not for nothing that we
are heirs to the ages. Therefore the art that utters and expresses our emotion towards modern
life cannot be simple; and, moreover, it must before all things embody not only that living
tangle which is felt by the Futurists as so real, but it must purge and order it, by complexities
of tone and rhythm hitherto unattempted. One art, beyond all others, has blossomed into real,
spontaneous, un233conscious life to-day, and that is Music; the other arts stand round arrayed,
half paralyzed, with drooping, empty hands. The nineteenth century saw vast developments
in an art that could express abstract, unlocalized, unpersonified feelings more completely
than painting or poetry, the art of Music.

As a modern critic  has well observed: “In tone and rhythm music has a notation for every
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kind and degree of action and passion, presenting abstract moulds of its excitement,
fluctuation, suspense, crisis, appeasement; and all this anonymously, without place, actors,
circumstances, named or described, without a word spoken. Poetry has to supply definite
thought, arguments driving at a conclusion, ideas mortgaged to this or that creed or system;
and to give force to these can command only a few rhythms limited by the duration of a
human breath and the pitch of an octave. The little effects worked out in this small compass
music sweeps up and builds into vast fabrics of emotion with a dissolute freedom undreamed
of in any other art.”
234It may be that music provides for a century too stagnant and listless to act out its own
emotions, too reflective to be frankly sensuous, a shadowy pageant of sense and emotion,
that serves as a katharsis or purgation.
Anyhow, “an art that came out of the old world two centuries ago, with a few chants, love-
songs, and dances; that a century ago was still tied to the words of a mass or an opera; or
threading little dance-movements together in a ‘suite,’ became in the last century this
extraordinary debauch, in which the man who has never seen a battle, loved a woman, or
worshipped a god, may not only ideally, but through the response of his nerves and pulses to
immediate rhythmical attack, enjoy the ghosts of struggle, rapture, and exaltation with a
volume and intricacy, an anguish, a triumph, an irresponsibility, unheard of. An amplified
pattern of action and emotion is given: each man may fit to it what images he will.” 58

If our contention throughout this book be correct the Expressionists are in one matter
abundantly right. Art, we have seen, again 235and again rises by way of ritual out of emotion,
out of life keenly and vividly livid. The younger generation are always talking of life; they
have a sort of cult of life. Some of the more valorous spirits among them even tend to
disparage art that life may be the more exalted. “Stop painting and sculping,” they cry, “and
go and see a football match.” There you have life! Life is, undoubtedly, essential to art
because life is the stuff of emotion, but some thinkers and artists have an oddly limited
notion of what life is. It must, it seems, in the first place, be essentially physical. To sit and
dream in your study is not to live. The reason of this odd limitation is easy to see. We all
think life is especially the sort of life we are not living ourselves. The hard-worked
University professor thinks that “Life” is to be found in a French café; the polished London
journalist looks for “Life” among the naked Polynesians. The cult of savagery, and even of
simplicity, in every form, simply spells complex civilization and diminished physical
vitality.
The Expressionist is, then, triumphantly right in the stress he lays on emotion; but he is not
right if he limits life to certain of 236its more elementary manifestations; and still less is he
right, to our minds, in making life and art in any sense coextensive. Art, as we have seen,
sustains and invigorates life, but only does it by withdrawal from these very same
elementary forms of life, by inhibiting certain sensuous reactions.
In another matter one section of Expressionists, the Futurists, are in the main right. The
emotion to be expressed is the emotion of to-day, or still better to-morrow. The mimetic
dance arose not only nor chiefly out of reflection on the past; but out of either immediate joy
or imminent fear or insistent hope for the future. We are not prepared perhaps to go all
lengths, to “burn all museums” because of their contagious corruption, though we might be
prepared to “banish the nude for the space of ten years.” If there is to be any true living art, it
must arise, not from the contemplation of Greek statues, not from the revival of folk-songs,
not even from the re-enacting of Greek plays, but from a keen emotion felt towards things
and people living to-day, in modern conditions, including, among other and deeper forms of
life, the haste and237hurry of the modern street, the whirr of motor cars and aeroplanes.
There are artists alive to-day, strayed revellers, who wish themselves back in the Middle
Ages, who long for the time when each man would have his house carved with a bit of
lovely ornament, when every village church had its Madonna and Child, when, in a word, art
and life and religion went hand in hand, not sharply sundered by castes and professions. But
we may not put back the clock, and, if by differentiation we lose something, we gain much.
The old choral dance on the orchestral floor was an undifferentiated thing, it had a beauty of
its own; but by its differentiation, by the severance of artist and actors and spectators, we
have gained—the drama. We may not cast reluctant eyes backwards; the world goes forward
to new forms of life, and the Churches of to-day must and should become the Museums of
to-morrow.
It is curious and instructive to note that Tolstoy’s theory of Art, though not his practice, is
essentially Expressive and even approaches the dogmas of the Futurist. Art is to him just the
transmission of personal 238emotion to others. It may be bad emotion or it may be good
emotion, emotion it must be. To take his simple and instructive instance: a boy goes out into
a wood and meets a wolf, he is frightened, he comes back and tells the other villagers what
he felt, how he went to the wood feeling happy and light-hearted and the wolf came, and
what the wolf looked like, and how he began to be frightened. This is, according to Tolstoy,
art. Even if the boy never saw a wolf at all, if he had really at another time been frightened,
and if he was able to conjure up fear in himself and communicate it to others—that also
would be art. The essential is, according to Tolstoy, that he should feel himself and so
represent his feeling that he communicates it to others.  Art-schools, art-professionalism, art-
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criticism are all useless or worse than useless, because they cannot teach a man to feel. Only
life can do that.
All art is, according to Tolstoy, good quâ239 art that succeeds in transmitting emotion. But
there is good emotion and bad emotion, and the only right material for art is good emotion,
and the only good emotion, the only emotion worth expressing, is subsumed, according to
Tolstoy, in the religion of the day. This is how he explains the constant affinity in nearly all
ages of art and religion. Instead of regarding religion as an early phase of art, he proceeds to
define religious perception as the highest social ideal of the moment, as that “understanding
of the meaning of life which represents the highest level to which men of that society have
attained, an understanding defining the highest good at which that society aims.” “Religious
perception in a society,” he beautifully adds, “is like the direction of a flowing river. If the
river flows at all, it must have a direction.” Thus, religion, to Tolstoy, is not dogma, not
petrifaction, it makes indeed dogma impossible. The religious perception of to-day flows,
Tolstoi says, in the Christian channel towards the union of man in a common brotherhood. It
is the business of the modern artist to feel and transmit emotion towards this unity of man.
240Now it is not our purpose to examine whether Tolstoy’s definition of religion is adequate
or indeed illuminating. What we wish to note is that he grasps the truth that in art we must
look and feel, and look and feel forward, not backward, if we would live. Art somehow, like
language, is always feeling forward to newer, fuller, subtler emotions. She seems indeed in a
way to feel ahead even of science; a poet will forecast dimly what a later discovery will
confirm. Whether and how long old channels, old forms will suffice for the new spirit can
never be foreseen.
We end with a point of great importance, though the doctrine we would emphasize may be to
some a hard saying, even a stumbling-block. Art, as Tolstoy divined, is social, not
individual. Art is, as we have seen, social in origin, it remains and must remain social in
function. The dance from which the drama rose was a choral dance, the dance of a band, a
group, a church, a community, what the Greeks called a thiasos. The word means a band and
a thing of devotion; and reverence, devotion, collective emotion, is social in its very being.
That band was, to 241begin with, as we saw, the whole collection of initiated tribesmen,
linked by a common name, rallying round a common symbol.
Even to-day, when individualism is rampant, art bears traces of its collective, social origin.
We feel about it, as noted before, a certain “ought” which always spells social obligation.
Moreover, whenever we have a new movement in art, it issues from a group, usually from a
small professional coterie, but marked by strong social instincts, by a missionary spirit, by
intemperate zeal in propaganda, by a tendency, always social, to crystallize conviction into
dogma. We can scarcely, unless we are as high-hearted as Tolstoy, hope now-a-days for an
art that shall be world-wide. The tribe is extinct, the family in its old rigid form moribund,
the social groups we now look to as centres of emotion are the groups of industry, of
professionalism and of sheer mutual attraction. Small and strange though such groups may
appear, they are real social factors.
Now this social, collective element in art is too apt to be forgotten. When an artist claims
that expression is the aim of art he is too apt to mean self-expression only— 242utterance of
individual emotion. Utterance of individual emotion is very closely neighboured by, is
almost identical with, self-enhancement. What should be a generous, and in part altruistic,
exaltation becomes mere megalomania. This egotism is, of course, a danger inherent in all
art. The suspension of motor-reactions to the practical world isolates the artist, cuts him off
from his fellow-men, makes him in a sense an egotist. Art, said Zola, is “the world seen
through a temperament.” But this suspension is, not that he should turn inward to feed on his
own vitals, but rather to free him for contemplation. All great art releases from self.
The young are often temporary artists: art, being based on life, calls for a strong vitality. The
young are also self-centred and seek self-enhancement. This need of self-expression is a sort
of artistic impulse. The young are, partly from sheer immaturity, still more through a foolish
convention, shut out from real life; they are secluded, forced to become in a sense artists, or,
if they have not the power for that, at least self-aggrandizers. They write lyric poems, they
love masquerad243ing, they focus life on to themselves in a way which, later on, life itself
makes impossible. This pseudo-art, this self-aggrandizement usually dies a natural death
before the age of thirty. If it live on, one remedy is, of course, the scientific attitude; that
attitude which is bent on considering and discovering the relations of things among
themselves, not their personal relation to us. The study of science is a priceless discipline in
self-abnegation, but only in negation; it looses us from self, it does not link us to others. The
real and natural remedy for the egotism of youth is Life, not necessarily the haunting
of cafés, or even the watching of football matches, but strenuous activity in the simplest
human relations of daily happenings. “Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy
might.”
There is always apt to be some discord between the artist and the large practical world in
which he lives, but those ages are happiest in which the discord is least. The nineteenth
century, amid its splendid achievements in science and industry, in government and learning,
and above all in humanity, illustrates this conflict in an interesting way. 244 To literature, an
art which can explain itself, the great public world lent on the whole a reverent and
intelligent ear. Its great prose writers were at peace with their audience and were inspired by
great public interests. Some of the greatest, for example Tolstoy, produced their finest work
on widely human subjects, and numbered their readers and admirers probably by the million.
Writers like Dickens, Thackeray, Kingsley, Mill, and Carlyle, even poets like Tennyson and
Browning, were full of great public interests and causes, and, in different degrees and at
different stages of their lives, were thoroughly and immensely popular. On the other hand,
one can find, at the beginning of the period, figures like Blake and Shelley, and all through it
a number of painters—the pre-Raphaelites, the Impressionists—walking like aliens in a
Philistine world. Even great figures like Burne-Jones and Whistler were for the greater part
of their lives unrecognized or mocked at. Millais reached the attention of the world, but was
thought by the stricter fraternity to have in some sense or other sold his soul and committed
the great sin of considering the bourgeois. The bourgeois should be despised not
partially 245but completely. His life, his interests, his code of ethics and conduct must all be
matters of entire indifference or amused contempt, to the true artist who intends to do his
own true work and call his soul his own.
At a certain moment, during the eighties and nineties, it looked as if these doctrines were
generally accepted, and the divorce between art and the community had become permanent.
But it seems as if this attitude, which coincided with a period of reaction in political matters
and a recrudescence of a belief in force and on unreasoned authority, is already passing
away. There are not wanting signs that art, both in painting and sculpture, and in poetry and
novel-writing, is beginning again to realize its social function, beginning to be impatient of
mere individual emotion, beginning to aim at something bigger, more bound up with a
feeling towards and for the common weal.
Take work like that of Mr. Galsworthy or Mr. Masefield or Mr. Arnold Bennett. Without
appraising its merits or demerits we cannot but note that the social sense is always there,
whether it be of a class or of a whole community. In a play like Justice the writer 246does not
“express” himself, he does not even merely show the pathos of a single human being’s
destiny, he sets before us a much bigger thing—man tragically caught and torn in the iron
hands of a man-made machine, Society itself. Incarnate Law is the protagonist, and, as it
happens, the villain of the piece. It is a fragment of Les Misérables over again, in a severer
and more restrained technique. An art like this starts, no doubt, from emotion towards
personal happenings—there is nothing else from which it can start; but, even as it sets sail
for wider seas, it is loosed from personal moorings.
Science has given us back something strangely like a World-Soul, and art is beginning to
feel she must utter our emotion towards it. Such art is exposed to an inherent and imminent
peril. Its very bigness and newness tends to set up fresh and powerful reactions. Unless, in
the process of creation, these can be inhibited, the artist will be lost in the reformer, and the
play or the novel turn tract. This does not mean that the artist, if he is strong enough, may not
be reformer too, only not at the moment of creation.
The art of Mr. Arnold Bennett gets its 247bigness, its collectivity, in part—from extension
over time. Far from seeking after beauty, he almost goes out to embrace ugliness. He does
not spare us even dullness, that we may get a sense of the long, waste spaces of life, their
dreary reality. We are keenly interested in the loves of hero and heroine, but all the time
something much bigger is going on, generation after generation rolls by in ceaseless
panorama; it is the life not of Edwin and Hilda, it is the life of the Five Towns. After a vision
so big, to come back to the ordinary individualistic love-story is like looking through the
wrong end of a telescope.
Art of high quality and calibre is seldom obscure. The great popular writers of the nineteenth
century—Dickens, Thackeray, Tennyson, Tolstoy—wrote so that all could understand. A
really big artist has something important to say, something vast to show, something that
moves him and presses on him; and he will say it simply because he must get it said. He will
trick it out with no devices, most of all with no obscurities. It has vexed and torn him enough
while it was pushing its way to be born. He has no peace till it is said, and said as clearly as
he 248may. He says it, not consciously for the sake of others, but for himself, to ease him
from the burden of big thought. Moreover, art, whose business is to transmit emotion, should
need no commentary. Art comes out of theoria, contemplation, steady looking at, but never
out of theory. Theory can neither engender nor finally support it. An exhibition of pictures
with an explanatory catalogue, scientifically interesting though it may be, stands, in a sense,
self-condemned.
We must, however, remember that all art is not of the whole community. There are small
groups feeling their own small but still collective emotion, fashioning their own language,
obscure sometimes to all but themselves. They are right so to fashion it, but, if they appeal to
a wider world, they must strive to speak in the vulgar tongue, understanded of the people.
It is, indeed, a hopeful sign of the times, a mark of the revival of social as contrasted with
merely individualistic instincts that a younger generation of poets, at least in France, tend to
form themselves into small groups, held together not merely by eccen 249tricities of language
or garb, but by some deep inner conviction strongly held in common. Such a unity of spirit is
seen in the works of the latter group of thinkers and writers known as Unanimists. They tried
and failed to found a community. Their doctrine, if doctrine convictions so fluid can be
called, is strangely like the old group-religion of the common dance, only more articulate. Of
the Unanimist it might truly be said, “il buvait l’indistinction.” To him the harsh old Roman
mandate Divide et impera, “Divide men that you may rule them,” spells death. His dream is
not of empire and personal property but of the realization of life, common to all. To this
school the great reality is the social group, whatever form it take, family, village or town.
Their only dogma is the unity and immeasurable sanctity of life. In practice they are
Christian, yet wholly free from the asceticism of modern Christianity. Their attitude in art is
as remote as possible from, it is indeed the very antithesis to, the æsthetic exclusiveness of
the close of last century. Like St. Peter, the Unanimists have seen a sheet let down and heard
a voice from heaven saying: “Call thou nothing common nor unclean.”
250Above all, the Unanimist remembers and realizes afresh the old truth that “no man liveth
unto himself.” According to the Expressionist’s creed, as we have seen, the end of art is to
utter and communicate emotion. The fullest and finest emotions are those one human being
feels towards another. Every sympathy is an enrichment of life, every antipathy a negation. It
follows then, that, for the Unanimist, Love is the fulfilling of his Law.
It is a beautiful and life-giving faith, felt and with a perfect sincerity expressed towards all
nature by the Indian poet Tagore, and towards humanity especially by M. Vildrac in
his Book of Love (“Livre d’Amour”). He tells us in his “Commentary” how to-day the poet,
sitting at home with pen and paper before him, feels that he is pent in, stifled by himself. He
had been about to re-tell the old, old story of himself, to set himself once more on the stage
of his poem—the same old dusty self tricked out, costumed anew. Suddenly he knows the
figure to be tawdry and shameful. He is hot all over when he looks at it; he must out into the
air, into the street, out of the stuffy museum 251where so long he has stirred the dead egotist
ashes, out into the bigger life, the life of his fellows; he must live, with them, by them, in
them.
“I am weary of deeds done inside myself,I am weary of voyages inside myself,And of
heroism wrought by strokes of the pen,And of a beauty made up of formulæ.
“I am ashamed of lying to my work,Of my work lying to my life,And of being able to
content myself,By burning sweet spices,With the mouldering smell that is master here.”
Again, in “The Conquerors,” the poet dreams of the Victorious One who has no army, the
Knight who rides afoot, the Crusader without breviary or scrip, the Pilgrim of Love who, by
the shining in his eyes, draws all men to him, and they in turn draw other men until, at last:
“The time came in the land,The time of the Great Conquest, 252When the people with this
desireLeft the threshold of their doorTo go forth towards one another.
“And the time came in the landWhen to fill all its storyThere was nothing but songs in
unison,One round danced about the houses,One battle and one victory.”
And so our tale ends where it began, with the Choral Dance.
54
Ethics, X, 4.
55
H. Bergson, Life and Consciousness, Huxley Lecture, May 29, 1911.
56
Religion is here used as meaning the worship of some form of god, as the practical
counterpart of theology.
57
Mr. D. S. MacColl.
58
D. S. MacColl, Nineteenth Century Art, p. 21. (1902.)
59
It is interesting to find, since the above was written, that the Confession of Faith published
in the catalogue of the Second Post-Impressionist Exhibition (1912, p. 21) reproduces,
consciously or unconsciously, Tolstoy’s view: We have ceased to ask, “What does this
picture represent?” and ask instead, “What does it make us feel?”

253 BIBLIOGRAPHY
For Ancient and Primitive Ritual the best general book of reference is:
FRAZER, J. G. The Golden Bough, 3rd edition, 1911, from which most of the instances in the
present manual are taken. Part IV of The Golden Bough, i.e. the section dealing
with Adonis, Attis, and Osiris, should especially be consulted.
Also an earlier, epoch-making book:
ROBERTSON SMITH, W. Lectures on the Religion of the Semites, 1889 [3rd edition, 1927].
For certain fundamental ritual notions, e.g. sacrifice, holiness, etc.
[For Egyptian and Babylonian ritual: Myth and Ritual, edited by S. H. HOOKE, 1933.]
For the Greek Drama, as arising out of the ritual dance: Professor GILBERT
MURRAY’S Excursus on the Ritual Forms preserved in Greek Tragedy in J. E.
HARRISON’SThemis, 1912, and pp. 327-40 in the same book; and for the religion of Dionysos
and the drama, J. E. HARRISON’S Prolegomena, 1907, Chapters VIII and X. For the fusion of
the ritual dance and hero-worship, see W. LEAF, Homer and History, 1915, Chapter VII. For
a quite different view of drama as arising wholly from the worship of the dead, see
Professor W. RIDGEWAY, The Origin of Tragedy, 1910. An important discussion of the
relation of tragedy to the winter festival of the Lenaiaappears in A. B. COOK’S Zeus, vol. i,
sec. 6 (xxi) [1914].
[More recent works on Greek drama: A. W. PICKARD-CAMBRIDGE, Dithyramb, Tragedy and
Comedy, 1927; G. THOMSON, Aeschylus and Athens, 1941.]
For Primitive Art:
HIRN, Y. The Origins of Art, 1900. The main theory of the book the present writer believes
to be inadequate, but it contains an excellent collection of facts relating to Art, Magic,
Art and Work, Mimetic Dances, etc., and much valuable discussion of principles.
GROSSE, E. The Beginnings of Art, 1897, in the Chicago Anthropological Series. Valuable
for its full illustrations of primitive art, as well as for text.
[BOAS, F., Primitive Art, 1927.]
254For the Theory of Art:
TOLSTOY, L. What is Art? Translated by Aylmer Maude, in the Scott Library.
FRY, ROGER E. An Essay in Æsthetics, in the New Quarterly, April 1909, p. 174.
This is the best general statement of the function of Art known to me. It should be read in
connection with Mr. Bullough’s article, quoted on p. 129, which gives the psychological
basis of a similar view of the nature of art. My own theory was formulated independently, in
relation to the development of the Greek theatre, but I am very glad to find that it is in
substantial agreement with those of two such distinguished authorities on æsthetics. For my
later conclusions on art, see Alpha and Omega, 1915, pp. 208-220.
[CAUDWELL, C., Illusion and Reality, 1937.]
For more advanced students:
DUSSAUZE, HENRI. Les Règles esthétiques et les lois du sentiment, 1911.
MÜLLER-FREIENFELS, R. Psychologie der Kunst, 1912.

INDEX
255
 Abstraction, 224
 Adonis, rites of, 19, 20, 54-56
o ——, gardens of, 149
 o ——, as tree spirit, 149
 Æschylus, 47
 Aesthete, not artist, 214-215
 Agon, 15
 Anagnorisis, or recognition, 15
 Anthesteria, spring festival of, 147-149
 Apollo Belvedere, 171
 Aristotle on art, 198
 Art and beauty, 213
o —— and imitation, 230
o —— and morality, 215
o —— and nature, 198
o —— and religion, 225
o ——, emotional factor in, 26
o ——, social elements in, 241-248
 Ascension festival, 69

 Bear, Aino festival, 92-99

 Beast dances, 45, 46
 Beauty and art, 211
 Bergson on art, 134
 Birth, rites of new, 104-113
 Bouphonia, 91-92
 Bull-driving in spring, 85
o ——, festival at Magnesia, 87

 Cat’s-cradle, as magical charm, 66

 Censor, function of, 216
 Charila, spring festival, 80
 Chorus in Greek drama, 121-128

 Dancing, a work, 30-31
o ——, magical, 31-35
o ——, commemorative, 44
 Daphnephoros, 186
 Death and winter, 67-72
 Dikè as way of life, 116
 Dionysis, 12, 150
 Dionysis as Holy Child, 103
o —— as tree god, 102
o —— as young man, 113-115
 Dithyramb, 75-89
 Drama and Dromenon, 35-38

 Easter, in Modern Greece, 73

 Eiresione, 114
 Epheboi, Athenian, 12
 Euchè, meaning of, 25
 Expressionists, 232

 Futurists, 232

 Ghosts as fertilizers, 149

 Homer, influence on drama, 145-166

 Horæ or seasons, 116
 Idol and ideal, 227
 Impressionism, 231
 Imitation, 21-23
o ——, ceremonies in Australia, 64
 Individualism, 241
 Initiation ceremonies, 64, 106-113

 Jack-in-the-Green, 60, 187, 190

 Kangaroos, dance of, 46

 Landscape, art of, 199-201

 Maeterlinck, 200
 May-day at Cambridge, 57
 256May, queen of the, 57-61
o ——, king of the, 193
 Mime, meaning of, 47
 Mimesis, 43-47
 Music, function of, 233

 New birth, 106-113

 Olympian gods, 202
 Orchestra, meaning of, 123-127
 Osiris, rites of, 15-23, 51
 Ox-hunger, 81

 Panathenaia, 178
 Panspermia, 148
 Parthenon frieze, 176
 Peisistratos, 146
 Peplos of Athena, 180
 Pericles on religion, 178
 Personification and conception, 70-73
 Plato on art, 21-23
 Pleasure not joy, 213
 Post-impressionists, 238
 Prayer discs, 24
 Presentation, meaning of, 53
 Psychical distance, 129-134

 Representation, 34-41
 Resurrection, rites of, 100
 Rites, periodicity of, 52
 Ritual forms in drama, 188-189

 Santayana on art, 220
 Semelè, bringing up of, 81
 Spring song at Saffron Walden, 59
o —— at Athens, 77
 Stage or scene, 142-145
 Summer, bringing in of, 67-71

 Tammuz, rites of, 18-20

 Tělětē, rite of growing up, 112
 Theatre, 10-13, 136
 Themis, as ritual custom, 117
  Theoria and theory, 248
 Threshing-floor at dancing-place, 124
 Tolstoy on art, 132, 238-241
 Totemism and beast dances, 46, 47
 Tragedy, ritual forms in, 119-122
o ——, origin of, 76
 Tug of war, among Esquimaux, 62

 Unanimism, 249-252

 Vegetation spirit, 72

 Winter, carrying out of, 68-72

 Wool, sacred, 12
 World-soul, 246
 Wreaths, festival of, 189
o ——, at Greek weddings, 190

 Zola on art, 242

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