It is almost as fashionable in the history of philosophy to declare certainconcepts dead and buried as it is, periodically at least, to announce thediscipline itself to be at an “end.” “The sublime”seems to have undergone a similar fate in recent years, and one writer on thesubject has even penned a “Farewell to the Sublime,” placinghimself proudly in the company of other savants to declare, in their collectiveterminology, the sublime anemic, bourgeois, elitist, feeble, ideological,ineffective, irrelevant, irresponsible, nostalgic, poor, and weak – in aword, dead. Drawing on the concept, moreover, does not “do muchphilosophic work or result in much understanding,” readers are informed,and because the sublime is so clearly “damaged goods,” they mightbe willing to accept a “moratorium on the word” and replace itwith others that are “fresh and exact.” This is bad news indeedand, one has to admit, comes as something of a surprise.
To what, however, is one here saying farewell? What could it mean to declare thesublime dead or, at best, as the preceding litany of adjectives suggests,enervated and decadent? Fortunately, declarations of demise have a poor trackrecord in philosophy, even when they come from the likes of Kant, Hegel, andWittgenstein, and moratoriums imposed on the free spirit of philosophicalthought tend to have the same traction as King Canute commanding the tide tostop. Hyperbole aside, such declarations can refer only to some inadequacy inthe philosophical concept of the sublime, rather than signalingthe disappearance of the human experience to which the conceptrefers or in some way delineates. These are two distinct spheres, but they areeffectively elided when “sublime” is treated, as its naysayersapparently do, generically: “What could it mean to define the sublime,once and for all, when it has changed so much since the first appearance of theword – later taken to be the same as the eighteenth-century sublime– in a classical text by Longinus?”