The Silver Stair was
Charles Williams's first published book. It was published in London
by Herbert & Daniel in 1912. It is a collection of 84 Petrarchan
sonnets on the theme Renunciation of Love. He presented it to his
girlfriend, Florence Conway, in January between 1909 and 1911. Hadfield, CW's biographer (until a better biographer be found—that is, until
Grevel Lindop produces his magnum
opus) suspects
it was 1910. Florence read the poems and, perspicacious girl, wondered if
they meant he was going to join a monastery. Instead, they became
engaged and remained engaged for nine (9!) years while Charles
wrestled with the competing claims of the Way of Affirmation and the
Way of Negation.
That is the overarching theme
of this volume: the relative merits and pains of the Via
Affirmativa and
the Via
Negativa. Williams
naturally connected
the Way of the Rejection of Images with asceticism. It suggests that
his bent was towards Rejection until he met Florence, and that she
guided him (consciously or not—perhaps just by her presence? or
perhaps by conversation?—we will never know in this life) into
Affirmation, which is partly if not wholly why he saw in her his Way
to God.
This volume is full of the
Negative Way. There is some sense that the Affirmative Way is the
Garden of Eden, while the Negative Way is the Garden of Gethsemane;
the Affirmative Way is Golden, while the Negative Way is Silver
(hence the title—a sacrificial, ascetic stairway to Heaven). Here are the clearest lines about the Gold/Silver dichotomy:
But if thou choose love, wilt thou have this giftThe narrator thinks of the end of love before it even begins. He talks about Convents, Brotherhood, a Monastic Chapel, and abstinence. He claims that the cross rebukes us and makes us turn from earthly love, saying that any who have “put off love for Love’s sake” do the “greater thing.” Throughout the series, the narrator is trying to decide “If I should seek her or should stand aloof,” asking whether God desires marriages or celibacy. He asks, “Shall we reject…Fruition?” And seems to answer Yes when he states that if we chose to enjoy “corporal pleasaunce” we are fools! He desires her, but he also desires “Never to seek her eyes with mine, to touch / Never,” and thinks perhaps it is best if “The Lover will choose locusts & wild honey rather than Dead Sea fruit.” In his most extreme moments, he believes that love must be renounced if Christ is to enter. He believes that “love can be consummated and so grow old and die”—or it can be consecrated to perpetual virginity, which is its true telos. And in the end, the consummation of the love appears to be a commitment to perpetual virginity.
Fashioned in work of silver or of gold?--
Aureate, bought with toil and holy thrift,
With filling and with emptying horn and cruse?
Argent, with tears, sad hours, and frustrate hold?--
Or wilt thou enter empty-handed? Choose.
(from Sonnet XLV, "The two Offerings of Love")
In short, The
Silver Stair contains
a startlingly clear Via
Negativa that
contrasts with his later wide-spread use of the Via
Affirmativa, but
also helps explain lots of the imagery and language of Rejection in
the later works.
And yet Charles married
Florence in 1917. Of course, biographical criticism is suspect, and I am entirely guilty here of trying to read the Life from the Verse. It's really the Verse that matters.
The Silver Stair is
a gorgeously well-structured volume of verse whose strengths of
organization and narrative power have been overlooked due to the
derivative pastiche of its rhymes and prosody—but even those have
been overstated. It is not the work of a child prodigy, but it is
surprisingly mature poetry for a 23-to-26-year-old. CW handles the
iambic pentameter deftly, if not with absolute consistency. There are
very strong enjambments that work well against the near-regularity of
the lines. The tone is almost precisely that of Edna St. Vincent
Millay, so I'll need to think about whether that's just how youthful
love sonnets in the early 20th
century always sound, or if they read one another! The rhymes are
skillful, if a little too chimey for my 21st-century ear, and
occasionally forced. The images are exact and suited to his
subject—quite Dantean, too. There are some poignantly memorable
lines:
“How shall he know, how shall his heart be sureThat even unto her his love endure?”—Sonnet XXXI
Or:
“I love her. O! what other word could keepIn many tongues one clear immutable sound,Having so many meanings? . . .
These know I, with one more, which is: 'To weep.'”—Sonnet XXXVIII
Or how about these lines, from
Sonnet XXXIII, “Of Love's Enemies—The Cross”—oh, I have to
share the whole sonnet!!
In sight of stretched hands and tormented browsHow should I dare to venture or to winLove? how draw word from silence to beginTremulous utterance of the bridal vows?Or, as the letter of the law allows,If so I dared, how keep them without sin,While through our goings out and comings inThat Sorrow fronts the doorway of our house?
It is the wont of lovers, who delightIn time of shadows and in secrecy,To linger under summer trees by night.But on our lips the words fail, and our eyesLook not to one another: a man diesIn dusk of noon upon a barren tree.
That is a very good question.
And not shabby poetry, either.
More interestingly still, for
scholarship, this sonnet sequence contains the seeds of most of his
Big Ideas.
First, these 82 sonnets follow
the pattern that CW would later postulate in Outlines
of Romantic Theology,
in which he theorized that the stages of romantic/sexual love follow
the stages of Christ's earthly life. The association is explicit in
the sonnets' titles, especially a series near the end entitled “The
Passion of Love.” There, “passion” makes reference to Christ's
Passion—suffering, death, and resurrection—rather than to the
common sense of “sexual ecstasy,” although that meaning is not
out of view.
Second, they contain the
importance of the City that would grow to enormous significance in
his later work. Even little St. Albans, it appears, is microcosm for
the Kingdom of Heaven—because Florence walks its streets.
Rather
astonishingly, these poems also prefigure
some of the ideas he later embraced in The Fellowship of the Rosy
Cross. CW uses the words “unmagicked,” “alchemy,” and
“hierarchic,” and talks about rites, oaths, and a company. He also mentions “The earth,
man’s body” in a foreshadowing of his later body geography.
How this is possible remains a
mystery to me, because I do not know whether CW could have read any
of the works of A.E. Waite yet at this time. This is partly
complicated because I have not yet worked out exactly when CW wrote
these poems. He met Florence at Christmastime in 1908; he may have
handed her these sonnets only weeks later, in January of 1909. If so,
very few of Waite's influential works had yet been published. A few
had: An
Ode to Astronomy and other Poems (1877);
Lucifer;
a dramatic Romance, and other Poems (1879);
Israfel
(1886); The
Real History of the Rosicrucians (1887);
The
Hermetic Museum Restored and Enlarged
(1893); The
Golden Stairs (1893);
Strange
Houses of Sleep (1906)--all
poems and fairy stories, except for The
Hermetic Museum.
Obviously this is an area in which I need to do more research.
If
CW wrote these poems over the course of the next few years, then he
may well have read one of the most important of Waite's early works,
and one that had a powerful impact on him: The
Hidden Church of the Holy Grail
(1909). I suspect, however, that what happened with Williams and
Waite follow the same pattern that recurred throughout CW's life:
Williams picked up on the merest hint that he encountered in
literature, in the church fathers, in theology, or in his own
imagination, ran with that idea, created an idiosyncratic doctrinal
system out of it—and later discovered something very like in
someone else's writings. I think this happened with Kierkegaard.
Williams recognized Kierkegaard as a kindred thinker, rather than
learning new ideas from him. It happened with the Inklings,
especially Lewis. And I suspect it happened with A.E. Waite.
Finally, this sonnet sequence
also carries strong hints of the way Williams would live his life
according to a myth: he and she are special, above the ordinary
common people; he wants to keep her away from his mundane work-a-day
life, and yet she transforms that life; people play roles in the
grand myth. Throughout
his career, CW turned to Arthurian legends as sources for fiction and
poetry. His three published collections of Arthurian poetry—Heroes
and Kings
(1930),
Taliessin
Through Logres (1938),
and
The
Region of the Summer Stars (1944)—reveal
a trajectory from lyric to narrative. He died while beginning
to revise the poems into one narrative whole. This move towards
narrative is also evident in his private correspondence and in his
increasing trend to identify his life, the lives of his
acquaintances, and the unfolding history of Europe with the storyline
of his myth.
Williams
peopled his mythopoetic world with characters modeled after an
idealized version of himself. His internal life had been largely
shaped by reading A. E. Waite’s occult books and by membership in
the Fellowship of the Rosy Cross. Secret societies, rife with
hermetic knowledge, teach that the universe develops according to a
hidden story only its adepts can “read” and “retell.”
Williams
eventually became unable to keep his fictional and work-a-day worlds
apart. He nicknamed friends, assigning them roles as characters in
his mythology. He compelled them to enact creative, religious, and
sexual rituals as performative embodiments of his tale. Finding
social interaction difficult, Williams interpreted others through his
story, making them conform to his meaning.
Williams also
mapped his Creation-Fall-Redemption arc onto European geography,
using this linear narrative to interpret World War II. He made
meaning inside his poetry that then re-made the world—both private
and public—in its own image.
All of this incipient narrative
mythologization is inherent in The
Silver Stair. Even
in 1909-1912 CW was already
developing a myth of chivalry. In “He appoints Time and Place for
Meeting with his Lady,” the rendezvous does not occur anywhere
associated with his everyday life. It seems to be in church. He is
already making a myth that lifts her (and himself) above “common”
life and people into a mythic existence where everything has a lofty
significance. No stranger should contemplate their love, for it is
the stuff of legends, of myths, of a romantic theology. No wonder he
couldn't renounce it in the end.
A pessimistic—or, rather,
critical—interpretation of CW at this point is to say that he
believed his religious calling was to the Way of Negation: that he
felt called to celibacy, singleness, dedication to poetry, not
family. But then the vision rose in him of himself as the center of a
great Myth: making great verse, shaping his life into narrative,
influencing historical events, remaking everything he touched by the
power of his poetry.
And what's a Myth without a
beautiful Woman? So he subjected them both to a nine-years' torment
of unconsummated love, turning the tension into literature. Then they
married, and he could mythologize the whole Bride of Christ story,
the father-son story, the family story.
But he didn't. Instead, he fell
in love again, with somebody else, and spent pretty much the rest of
his life centering the Myth on “Celia” and on their unrequited
love. He found a way to make Rejection work, even when he was
married: Reject the second Image (or suffer her Rejection), the Other
Woman, and turn that
tension into literature.
That is a very critical
picture, indeed. I am afraid it may be true. Yet there is another
possibility.
CW may have believed that,
given his high-flying temperament, he needed to submit to the small
domestic restrictions of family life and to take of the little cross
of bearing Romantic Theology through all its stages: the triumphant
joys of courtship, the ecstasy of consummation, the Olivet of daily
accommodation and marital strife, the Golgoltha of extramarital
affection and a painful fidelity, the comfortable revival of
later-life affection and commitment. That is probably what he
believed he was doing.
From a literary point of view,
it hardly matters what his autobiographical motivations were. Who
cares why he married Florence? Yet an examination of the psychology
is intrinsic to an analysis of the verse, and vice-versa. I suspect
the truth is: both.
8 comments:
Well written, Sorina. I'm wondering, though, why does does iconoclasm=asceticism? The loss of images (iconoclasm) is another kind of gorging, isn't it?
Brenton
Thanks, Brenton. You're right, iconoclasm does not always equal asceticism; nor, for that matter, does the Via Negativa always equal active iconoclasm. Here's a bit about that from a paper of mine:
In application (if not in theory), the Two Ways lead to attitudes towards and specific practices of sexuality, aesthetics, culture, and community (Carabine 8). The Cappadocian “fathers,” for instance, wrote a great deal about the virtue of virginity (Pelikan 87); they believed that human nature would be freed of sexuality when it was glorified (Pelikan 88) and tended to prefer the soul over the body (Pelikan 124). Although the apophatic way began as (merely) “a linguistic and methodological procedure…. it became a way of life as well - asceticism. However, one did not necessarily lead to the other” (Horne). In short, “apophaticism and asceticism are historically related but formally separable” (Trueman). In that historical relationship, the apophatic way has lead to voluntary celibacy, poverty, and solitude; vows of silence; and the rejection of artistic products as ways to God. In that historical relationship, the apophatic way has lead to voluntary celibacy, poverty, and solitude; vows of silence; and the rejection of artistic products as ways to God.
I'd like to hear more about your idea that iconoclasm is a "kind of gorging"; can you say more?
What a great response! I get the separation.
By iconoclasm, I meant the idea more generally. But think to the early iconoclasts roaming through Europe stripping places of worship of images. It is both selective and a kind of gorging.
It is selective in its rejection of art, stripping places of painting and sculptures but not rejecting architecture and poetry--space and word were protected while image and symbol were rejected. Yet not all symbols were rejected: the cross merely went from Friday to Sunday, but the symbol remained. The empty space of God in the gothic rafters remained untouched. It was selective.
And the gorging: a personal story. I discovered Christ at a small camp (then discovered Christ was in all my reality). It was 1990, and the Christian subculture was just beginning. At some point in the genuine moment of conversion and revival for the 19 of us, someone brought some porn out of his bag and set it in the fire, saying that it got in the way of his Christ-faith. Others did the same: some porn, some bad books, rock 'n' roll tapes, cigarettes and weed.
But I had nothing to burn. Well, I had Stephen King's "It," but I really liked it. So I had this black book that I had tried reading and found it to be horribly difficult and arcane. So I brought it to the fire's edge to rip pages out for my own purging of sin.
It was, of course, the King James Bible I brought unwittingly, and was caught by a counselor, who explained things a little better for me. But the point was my purging was not actually a purging but a gorging: I wanted more of the experience I had just had, I wanted more of the community, and I wanted things right that were not necessarily wrong.
It is essence of all eating disorders, these three broken ideas. It is a gorging.
And I think the iconoclasts are gorging on these three broken ideas. It is indulgent, and leads to a different kind of obesity.
Brenton, thanks for that story. It brought back memories! I was in a Bible study back in the 80s or early 90s that was very much influenced by Bill Gothard who told people that all rock music was evil because of its beat. Anything with an "off beat" was bad because it was a disordering of the created order. Even jazz was bad. I felt pricked to the heart about my collection of rock records and brought them out during one of our Bible study sessions and confessed my use of them and broke them all up in front of everyone. It felt like a sort of purging, and I got affirmation from those I was with. So yes, I can see it as gorging on the positive feelings one gets from destroying something one thinks is evil. But I felt sick about it a few years later when I realized how twisted Bill Gothard's theology is. And I eventually bought back on CD many of those albums I'd had.
I think it's really sad that there's such bad teaching at various stages of Christianity, that leads to the destruction of things that are not evil.
And here's something else bad, and deplorable. Practitioners of one of the Ways tend to condemn followers of the other Way, claiming that theirs is the only Way.
For instance, I've been in two different Christian small group settings, each studying a book that advocated the Negative Way as the only way -- but, what's more, did so in an historically ignorant manner, without labeling, contextualizing, or clarifying their positions. Each went about building up a case for a Via Negativa. One spoke at great length about getting rid of all our mental pictures of God, stripping away all metaphors and similes for Him, and meditating on just God Himself.
I ask, what do I meditate on if I strip away all images and metaphors? Nothing? Nothing is an image, and a quite idolatrous one at that.
The other spent several (poorly written) chapters talking about all the "idols" that get in the way of our knowing God: jobs, dreams, goals, ambitions, hobbies, spouses, children.... While that is true, I've thought that the solution is to love God THROUGH these, by means of submitting them to His will -- not by getting rid of these things, or ceasing to care about them.
So obviously in these cases I am a follower of the Via Positiva, but mostly I just desire for all Christians to acknowledge the value of both Ways, and to do so in a manner that is intelligent and historically informed, without condemning those who follow the other Way.
And clearly I need to modify my judgmental position against the Way of Rejection.
That's one thing I like about Williams: I don't think he got the balance right, but at least he acknowledged that both Ways were valid.
Intriguing. Do you mean balance, or possibly tension or dialectic? The first, balance is a negotiating of the two where they remain in a fair light to one another. Tension is the honest reality that they don't fit in balance and yet remain in relationship to one another. Dialectic (in the way I use it here) means that something new comes from the the tension or balance.
I think I do mean balance: If an individual Christian finds herself practicing Negation in every area of her life, it is a good idea to intentionally spend some time enjoying the good gifts of God's creation as a means of experiencing Him; if she finds herself indulging in too much hedonism, perhaps it is time for some kinds of abstinence -- to maintain balance. And those of an indulgent or addictive personality must intentionally choose to avoid certain essentially good creations, or limit their use/intake of those creations, to remain balanced. And those of an abstemious nature must avoid self-imposed penance, and need to make sure to take care of themselves, etc. I do think I mean balance.
But your question is a good one, and my use of "balance" does not exclude the possibility that Williams was also trying to negotiate the [at least] historical tension between the two. And at any given moment, in any one particular choice, there is tension. As Lewis said, both celibacy and marriage are good, but a man must choose between them; he cannot have both. So there is tension, resolved by choice rather than by balance.
And true success in negotiating the tension and maintaining the balance throughout life would, I suppose, be a kind of dialectic (in the way you use it), because a whole new kind of healthy devotional practice and life of lived love, service, and pleasure would come from it.
What do you think of that?
Thanks for this; it was an excellent read, and it's good to know that I'm not the only one still enjoying these forgotten poems.
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