SIMMEL - Florence
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SIMMEL - Florence
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Florence
Georg Simmel
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VER SINCE that unified sense of life in antiquity was split into the
poles of nature and mind [Geist], and existence perceived in its immediacy had discovered alienation and opposition in the world of the
mind and interiority, a problem has emerged the awareness and attempted
solution of which has preoccupied all of modernity: the problem of restoring this lost unity to both sides of life. Yet this only seems attainable in the
work of art, where the form provided by nature reveals itself as the mind
having come alive. The mind no longer stands behind what is naturally
Theory, Culture & Society 2007 (SAGE, Los Angeles, London, New Delhi, and Singapore),
Vol. 24(78): 3841
DOI: 10.1177/0263276407084467
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visible; rather, the elements become indivisibly one, as they were before the
process of historical life had separated them. However, if one looks down
upon Florence from the heights of San Miniato, framed by mountains and
with the Arno passing through it like a pulsating artery, and if after filling
ones soul with the art of its galleries, palaces and churches one strolls in
the afternoon through its hills, with their vines, olives and cypresses, where
each step of the paths, villas and fields is saturated with culture and the
past, and where a layer of mind surrounds it like an astral body of this earth
then a feeling awakens that here somehow the opposition between nature
and spirit [Geist] has been eradicated. A mysterious unity, which is nevertheless visible to the eyes and tangible to the hands, is woven through the
landscape, along with the smell of the land and its life-lines with the mind
that is its fruit. So too is the history of European man who has taken shape
here with the art that seems like a product of the land. One understands
that this is the place where the Renaissance originated, the initial sense
that all the beauty and meaning that art pursues were formed out of the
naturally given appearances of things, and where Renaissance artists, even
those with their own most sovereign style, could believe they were merely
imitating nature. Here nature has become mind without surrendering itself.
Each of these hills symbolizes the unity in which lifes opposites become
siblings: as each hill lifts itself up to a villa or a church, nature seems to
rise everywhere toward the crowning of the mind. The fertile earth encounters culture every step of the way, and yet no lush southern lavishness overwhelms what is human. There is a tropical abundance of outer as well as
inner being that no art can reach. However, here human forces have been
able to shape this abundance out of itself. It is because of this ultimate
characteristic of Florentine life that Benozzo Gozzoll and others represent
the landscape as a garden divided into flowerbeds, hedges and well-ordered
trees. They cannot imagine nature in any other way than as fashioned by
the mind. As the tension between nature and mind is thereby resolved, an
aesthetic mood emerges: the feeling of standing before a work of art. There
is perhaps no other city in which the overall impression, vividness and
memory, and in which nature and culture working in unison, create in the
viewer so strong an impression of a work of art, even from the most superficial point of view. The bare mountains behind Fiesole, which show no signs
of human activity, unlike those which are closer by, appear as if they are
merely a border for a portrait made up of mind and culture, and are thus
drawn into its full character like the frame of a painting that is useful
precisely by being different, embracing it as an organism that is complete
and sufficient to itself.
The unity of the image of Florence invests each of its details with a
deeper and broader significance comparable only to what is attained when
a detail is integrated into a work of art. Poppies and broom and villas, like
well-kept secrets, and playing children, the blue sky and the clouds all
this can be found anywhere in the world and is beautiful anywhere. Here,
however, it is furnished with a completely different psychic-aesthetic focal
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together by the form of his art. However, the tension between them is so
powerful and even violent that they constantly threaten to break apart, and
only seem to retain their unity by continually calling upon their last reserves
of strength. It is as if he had captured each figure at that very moment in
which the battle between the dark burden of earthly severity and the minds
longing for light and freedom had come to a standstill. Michelangelos every
stroke points to that unity in which art frames a life consisting of two
irreconcilable parts. Florences image its landscape, its culture, its art
wants to persuade us that the parts of reality are growing together into a
unified sense of being. Thus, both express the same thing, but depending
on whether the emphasis is placed on the duality within unity or on the
unity within duality, the two worlds will be divided over what life must
inwardly decide, forsaking the one if it wants to possess the other.
And now a final point. Since in this case the form of culture covers all
of nature, and since every step on these grounds touches upon the history
of the mind that is indissolubly wedded to it, the needs which nature alone
can satisfy in its original being remain unfulfilled, beyond any extension in
the mind. The inner boundaries of Florence are the boundaries of art.
Florence is not a piece of earth on which to prostrate oneself in order to feel
the heartbeat of existence with its dark warmth, its unformed strength, in
the way that we can sense it in the forests of Germany, at the ocean, and
even in the flower gardens of some anonymous small town. That is why
Florence offers us no foundation in epochs in which one might want to start
all over again and to encounter the sources of life once more, when one must
orient oneself within those confusions of the soul to an entirely original
existence. Florence is the good fortune of those fully mature human beings
who have achieved or renounced what is essential in life, and who for this
possession or renunciation are seeking only its form.
Translated by Ulrich Teucher and Thomas M. Kemple