We are all identified, which means we are fucked within zenbuddhist terminologies. The question is whether this counts for all – the right not to be identified. Identity politics as it now works in fine art, especially the conceptual art that grew out of the anthropological wave after Foucaults micropolitics and the power play of Bourdieu’s segments. The acknowledgment of gender, sex, race and ethnicity as inherent elements of anyones identity i.e. subjectivity may seem strange to any white man who believed exactly neuter, neutrality, even objectivity to be privileges of the superior colonial power. Here it becomes obvious that the turning around of the values of terminologies, somehow brings a maximum of confusion, and the right to silence and neutral position, is a point to be conquered by those who have been silenced and neutralised by those whose position could allow them to value this silence and neutrality as if it was something accessible for everyone. As with modernism – as if modernity was accessible for everyone. The white cube that has been under deconstruction since the late fifties, relocates as something ideal, ideal in the sense of a space of tranquility – mindfulness as something desirable for the hungry ? Dying from hungry mindfulness in the trenches of WW1 – So the need to speak on behalf of identity, because an identity is needed before any neutral neuter position can be attained – as full nutrition before nirvana. Otherwise we will die fasting – i.e. faster.
What kind of capitalism are we talking about today – in what way do understand production and product. Even if art does not need capitalism it still need capital. At least for production costs and bread on the butter.
Question we can rise is, if we can come up with a different kind of capital production, which is neither thanks to capitalism or state. Capital produced solely on alternative energy production such as solar and wind energy, would naturally appear as green capital and venture towards the bright side of speed and movement distribution. All this sounds logic on the border to stupid even if it is true.
If we manage to tip the scale here and promote a capital superior in quality to the existent based on oil, gas, coal and weapon we may imagine a fully equipped industry based on gaming, solar and wind energy, biological agriculture. Vast field of Facebook servers running on solar energy producing heat – waterfalls producing electricity and satellites running on electromagnetic waves from the sun. The question is purely how to concentrate all forces of capital in this direction – if we want capital production to survive itself we truly must change investment banking. In its core. Even Formular One Grand Prix could each year produce vast amount of electricity simply by accumulators of all the speed running in the world, by constructing all the roads with dynamos and batteries.
Again recycle spill water for toilet flushing, let the movement of an asteroide produce energy together with the tornados – imagine how much electricity could be accumulated from a typhoon and at the same time calming it down. Maybe saving the planet is not about stopping the development, but about speeding it up remarkably – so that even the movement of the planets themselves can produce the energy we need to read this. And this.
Today we are in that lucky situation, that capitalism, neoliberalism is not able to create its own reason to exist. The flowing contexts of capital are not able to maintain themselves, capital is only produced for the sake of more capital. In the lack of reason, capitalism shows its face as idiosyncratic, complete irrationel as all myth. No wonder that the most popular movies in cinemas are superhero movies, which are all deeply products of neoliberalist developments from Captain America to Batman.
So, what is left is far from republican paint – what we have, when Jesus, Christ, Darth Vader and Clark Kent are buried, is fine art. Myth, conspiracy theories and fine art. Without these, capitalism would die from lack of fiction to cover its own emptiness. Did we forget literature and family ? Of course, because they are boring. In a few moments, the world will end in Virtual Reality – the most mythic, fictive and yes virtual world of all world – Wake me up so I can go to sleep, and dream about myself waking up, wearing my headset and donate my brain to entertainment. Thank God, we have heard all these complaints and anxieties before, and we are still here, dreaming that we are awake.
And did we forget about the antidepressive medicine – the drugs ? Of course not. Tranquillisers for deep sleep, and amphetamine for light dreaming about war. The sad thing is not writing this, but writing this in lack of any alternative content, something better to say. Maybe it is the format – the poverty of meaning. Language must be used on its own premises, not to describe or represent problems outside language. Or ?
Could we imagine a language arranged in a structure that would solve real problems ? Like in politics, law or medicine. Not poetry. Unless the secret of poetry is that it doesn’t appear before the problem is solved already in that very moment. And what happens afterwards, outside language is a completely new problem.
Well, let’s see how it works.
Parergonic Square Pusher
Wittgenstein – Early and late.
Good morning, Ludwig – Good night.
The meaning of the night depends upon it’s context, the morning is always just a morning in itself.
Objective art is not for you – it is for everyone
Subjective art is just for you.