boredom is always counter-revolutionary


Marxism 2009; or, Away from a Free Revolutionary Art
July 6, 2009, 10:07 pm
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Recently, I’ve been trying to spend less time idling on the internet, and I’ve been quite successful. I don’t have a television and whilst I read newspapers I have spent too long on media studies courses to become outraged or even particularly interested by much of their content, sensitive to the multitude of discrepancies between event and representation, and then between transmission and reception. The result of these efforts to retract myself from media saturation? Nothing to blog about!

I could bore you all with more research cast-offs (I’m working on a chapter on Alex Trocchi at the moment), and this will happen, but mostly I want this blog to provide me with a break from the day job, so to speak (this is where any of my friends laugh at the implication of my having a day job). There is also a problem in reporting and reviewing ‘real-life’ events, as the reader is reliant in the first instance on my representation of the event, and I am nothing if not biased. With that caveat in mind, I’d like to say a couple of things about the SWP’s recent Marxism 2009 event, and specifically their treatment of cultural and artistic matters.

One talk – sorry, meeting – that I was particularly looking forward to attending was John Molyneux’s ‘How do socialists look at art?’, mostly due to that intriguing title (although I am quite aware of the trick of using a provocative title to disguise a less-than-provocative talk). I was rather disappointed, then, when John began by saying that he wasn’t out to tell socialists how to look at art; and as the talk progressed it became apparent that John didn’t really have much to say other than the assertion that, historically, a lot of art has had some revolutionary significance. I was also disappointed by John’s initial dismissal of Damien Hirst’s For the Love of God as evidence that contemporary art is made by and for the super-rich. In material terms, John is probably correct here, but there is more to it than that one-dimensional reading. Briefly: Hirst’s piece is a skull, an emblem of death; and it is called ‘For the Love of God’, which is something you say when exasperated – this is clearly a piece that takes the piss out of its very buyers! I don’t consider that to be a particularly subtle or difficult message (perhaps it should have been more covert, as I don’t believe the piece has yet sold outright); meanwhile, a Banksy image is praised as a ‘fantastic political statement’.

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Whether a piece of art is deemed politically effective for the Left or not, it seems to me, is really a moot point, as contemporary art exists in a vortex of commodification, recuperation and irony. Art with a capital A has been commodified: no shit. Nor is the issue to determine how the Left should look back at the artwork, or what the Left’s art should look like.  I found it incredible that in the discussion following John’s talk, people – sorry, comrades – were asking what should be the socialist view of art, or how a socialist art could be arrived at prior to the overthrow of capitalism. That Trotsky’s opinion was peddled out was rather less surprising – the problematic ‘dictatorship of the proletariat in politics/ anarchy in art’ – but that the prioritisation of politics over art needed emphasising seemed absurd, not because that hierarchy should be taken for granted, but that art and politics can be considered as such hermetic categories. ‘We’ll do some politics now, and this evening we’ll do some art’.

My other main gripe with the conference was that Terry Eagleton was put into the IoE’s Jeffery Hall to speak about ‘Socialism and Culture’ whilst Martin Smith’s ‘How do we stop the BNP today?’ was in the larger Logan Hall. I tried to attend the former, and upon finding the hall full, attended the latter, where the hall was a third empty. I guess that’s a good demonstration of prioritising politics over art, though.

Just so this post isn’t all whinging, and to try to offer my own opinions regarding some of these issues, I should just mention what I did enjoy about the conference. The answer: David Harvey, whose explanation of the current financial crisis at times evades me, yet whose conceptions for ‘what we should do’ (the SWP say that a lot) seem realistic, reasonable and without dogma. At one point, although speaking principally about economics, Harvey said something along the lines of art’s function being to proffer alternative ways of living, which, Harvey argued, is precisely what needs to happen regarding urbanism and moving beyond capitalism. This is a deceptively instrumental approach to art, as the theatre of experimentation for future living. The point is similar to Jacques Ranciѐre’s notion of art distributing the sensible: art’s potential is to reveal subjectivities elsewhere obscured. Harvey, on this issue and more generally regarding resistance to capitalism and to neoliberal responses to the financial crisis, clashed (gently) with more orthodox SWP members, who were insistent that working class solidarity should always come first and foremost. Harvey doesn’t deny the importance of solidarity, but his configurations of art and economics nicely downplay such a reliance on ideology: he draws heavily from Marx, certainly, but he doesn’t ask that we come together under the name of Marx, or Lenin, or Trotsky, or whoever. The social revolution of the twenty first century cannot draw its poetry from the past, but only from the future.

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london’s burning
June 15, 2009, 4:19 pm
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A quick heads-up: really worth checking out Housman’s ‘London’s Burning‘ series of events, with various walks and talks ranging from Blake to Michael X, and covering Notting Hill to Whitechapel.



It is defiant – the desperate act of men too profoundly convinced of the rottenness of our civilisation to want to save a shred of its respectability.

The lack of substantial posts recently is due to Real Life having rather overtaken me, but yesterday I did present my first conference paper to the Sussex Humanities Grad Conference, which despite overwhelming nervousness on my part seemed to go pretty well. I’ve included the paper below. Its a very pared down version of a section of the first chapter of my DPhil, using the movement of Surrealism across the channel as a prolepsis to the eventual migration of Situationist practice from mainland Europe to England.

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‘Why the English have no taste’: The Dialectics of English Surrealism

In June 1935, in the French Surrealist journal Minotaure, there appeared the provocatively titled essay ‘Why the English have no taste’, by the Englishman Herbert Read. The essay attempted to explain why Surrealism as both artistic and philosophical practice had existed in mainland Europe for over a decade, yet in England there was neither a dedicated Surrealist Group nor much evidence of popular attention to the movement. Read began by qualifying his title, saying, ‘I do not say that the English have bad taste – that, perhaps, might be said of other nations – but simply that they do not exercise those faculties of sensibility and selection which make for good taste. Our condition is neutral – an immense indifference to questions of art.’[i]

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international times
May 25, 2009, 6:34 pm
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The full run of the International Times has been archived online, which is pretty, ahem, far-out.

Also, the Oxford Working Class Bookfair looks rather spiffing.



Chris Gray RIP

There’s a post over at Stewart Home’s Mister Trippy blog announcing that Chris Gray died last week. Chris was a member of the English Section of the Situationist International and then King Mob (see this blog’s header), and was responsible for some of the first English translations of the SI. In 1974, he published Leaving the 20th Century: The Incomplete Work of the Situationist International, which introduced many people to the movement as there weren’t then many freely available translations of the journal. Some thirty years later, it was my first introduction to the SI too.

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EDIT (20/5/09): I did have here what I thought was an e-mail exchange from a ‘Chris Gray’ via the Situationist mailing list at Nothingness.org. However, following Stewart’s comment below I’ve realised this wasn’t the same Chris Gray, so I’ve removed it! My mistake, I apologise for any confusion.



why the english have no taste – the dialectics of english surrealism
May 14, 2009, 2:48 pm
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I shall be presenting a paper titled ‘”Why the English have no taste”: the Dialectics of English Surrealism’ at the Sussex Graduate Conference in June. I’ll post the full paper after the event. (Please note the diagram above is not my own. It is from Rob Jackaman The Course of English Surrealist Poetry Since the 1930s (1989), and is, frankly, rubbish). I’ll be on a panel called ‘Avant-Garde: Art and Life’, I believe.

Here are the details:

‘Transitions: An Interdisciplinary Conference’
Pelham House, Lewes, 11th June
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Here is my abstract:

This paper traces the belated arrival of surrealism in England, moving from the first recognised piece of English surrealist writing in 1929 through to the movement’s climax in 1936. With French surréalisme a decade old and having failed to achieve real purchase in England, the would-be English surrealists had to negotiate complicated identity politics. Was their task to simply import French surrealism to England, or produce a distinctly English surrealism? As well as inheriting problematically discrepant notions of artistic freedom and political discipline, English surrealism had to answer the twin questions of ‘why now?’ and ‘why here?’ These difficulties are reflected in the iconoclastic movement’s uncertain relationship with its native literary predecessors.

In recognising how English surrealism conceptualised its historical identity, this paper proposes models of avant-garde trans-nationalism and inter-generational permutation. This particular moment of avant-garde transition is approached discursively via the editorials, opinion pieces and correspondences that constitute the basis of English surrealism, specifically analysing the various attempts at conceptualising the movement’s dialectical genesis. The dialectical method was important to the surrealists as a means of justifying their relevance to the communist movement with which they sought to align themselves. The English Surrealist Group’s failure to consolidate the movement’s dialectical identity catalysed the group’s implosion, yet the resultant form of English surrealism itself came to represent an alternative paradigm for avant-garde social involvement: the disembodied spectral threat replacing the hierarchically-organised group.

This often overlooked period of English avant-garde activity is illustrative in regard to the accusation that avant-garde aesthetics and forms of political engagement are incongruous with ‘the English’. In this paper, I argue that there is a characteristically English means of negotiating the aesthetic-political avant-garde dialectic, and I also attempt to offer a framework for understanding how other Continental aesthetic movements have been put to work in England.

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‘Do not judge this movement kindly. It is not just another amusing stunt. It is defiant – the desperate act of men too profoundly convinced of the rottenness of our civilisation to want to save a shred of its respectability. HERBERT READ’



reification: serious business

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“What are you working on, exactly? I have no idea.”

“Reification,” he answered.

“It’s an important job,” I added.

“Yes it is,” he said.

“I see,” Carole observed with admiration. “Serious work, at a huge desk cluttered with thick books and papers.”

“No,” said Gilles. “I walk. Mainly I walk.”

Michele Bernstein, All the King’s Horses.



be a man, kill someone, kill yourself, be a man, kill someone, kill yourself

As if the Dalston Army Showroom wasn’t enough, today I noticed that the Dalston Argos was full of posters anticipating the launch of Her Majesty’s Armed Forces Action Figures.

From Defence News:

“With the profile of the men and women of the British Armed Forces enjoying high levels of media coverage and public support, toy manufacturer Character Options, with approval and licensing agreement from the MOD, has made the figures with the aim of filling what they call a significant void in the action figure market in recent years caused by the lack of authentic military-inspired toys.”

High levels of public support and not enough military toys? Seriously?! My favourite section, however, is when the “Leading Child Psychologist” is bought in to assure us that the toys send out “modern messages” of anti-bullying, boundaries and discipline“. From the looks of it, though, that modern message still doesn’t include women or anyone who isn’t white.

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Aphorism (and a call for contributors)
May 5, 2009, 2:24 pm
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At the London Zine Symposium this weekend, I felt there was an unfortunate absence of a certain type of publication. There were quite enough artzines, full of very nice illustrations or photographs, although they rarely seem to buck the trend towards cutesy/grotesque line drawings and Vice Magazine style photography. Lots of these art zines seem to be the training ground for future advertising and marketing creatives: the object amounts to little more than a fetish item, more concerned with style than substance. Then there are the personal zines (perzines), which usually make the point that the mundane and banal can be revelatory, but are sometimes offputting considering their vanity status. The other main category of zine, I would say, is the radical-anarchist type, which tries to convince the reader that baking or riding a bike is a radical activity (don’t get me wrong, I enjoy both baked goods and bicycles) but does little more than transfer domestic-quotidian wisdom, which I appreciate is important but is hardly grounds for radical social challenge.

This perhaps sounds more combative than I mean it to: I did enjoy the zine fest, and appreciate the efforts of any zine-producer. However, there is a gap in the (anti)market that I would like to fill. So, I present Aphorism, which I have outlined below. This will attempt to combine my own interests in gnomic critical theory, the significance of slogans and Herzog-esque moments of ecstatic truth, with the fragmentary form of the zine. I imagine it to be similar to Larry Law’s Spectacular Times series. I’d really appreciate it if anyone would let me know either their favourite Adorno quote/aphorism, or whether they would like to be involved in producing an illustration of an individual aphorism.


‘The melancholy science from which I make this offering to my friend relates to a region that from time immemorial was regarded as the true field of philosophy, but which, since the latter’s conversion into method, has lapsed into intellectual neglect, sententious whimsy and finally oblivion: the teaching of the good life.’

With this promise to return philosophy to its human roots Theodor Adorno begins Minima Moralia, a collection of brief explorations of the philosophical implications of quotidian events and observations, all dedicated to his friend and collaborator Max Horkheimer. Aphorism emerges from a combination of this emphasis on philosophy’s human relevance, to recognise and realise its radical and illuminatory potential, alongside another of Adorno’s observations, that in late capitalism, truth is made to recede into ever smaller fragments. Each issue of Aphorism shall focus on an individual writer or philosopher, to present and illustrate a series of his or her remarks as aphorisms.

This is not to do philosophy an injustice by removing its necessary complexities of thought and concept, but to remind ourselves that philosophy is there to help us. Nor is this the bland and recuperative philosophy-as-therapy of Alain de Botton, or the mass-market factory-line ‘Introductions to…’ or ‘Famous quotations of…’ of highstreet bookselling. Aphorism shall simply present with clarity the sharing of advice and knowledge that is the oft-forgotten essence of philosophy, that theory of ‘the good life’.

Fittingly, the first issue will be based around Adorno’s writing. Adorno was a particularly aphoristic philosopher, so the problem lies in choosing the statements that can stand alone and decontextualised, whilst also attempting to represent as great a range as possible of Adorno’s concerns. Nothing will ever replace a concentrated reading of Adorno’s work; Aphorism offers itself as something like the graffiti slogans that appeared all over the walls of Paris in May ’68, as a direct and radical reminder of the real-life implications of the philosophical project.



JG Ballard, RIP
April 20, 2009, 12:08 am
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I believe in the power of the imagination to remake the world, to release the truth within us, to hold back the night, to transcend death, to charm motorways, to ingratiate ourselves with birds, to enlist the confidences of madmen.

I believe in my own obsessions, in the beauty of the car crash, in the peace of the submerged forest, in the excitements of the deserted holiday beach, in the elegance of automobile graveyards, in the mystery of multi-storey car parks, in the poetry of abandoned hotels.

I believe in the forgotten runways of Wake Island, pointing towards the Pacifics of our imaginations.

I believe in the mysterious beauty of Margaret Thatcher, in the arch of her nostrils and the sheen on her lower lip; in the melancholy of wounded Argentine conscripts; in the haunted smiles of filling station personnel; in my dream of Margaret Thatcher caressed by that young Argentine soldier in a forgotten motel watched by a tubercular filling station attendant.

I believe in the beauty of all women, in the treachery of their imaginations, so close to my heart; in the junction of their disenchanted bodies with the enchanted chromium rails of supermarket counters; in their warm tolerance of my perversions.

I believe in the death of tomorrow, in the exhaustion of time, in our search for a new time within the smiles of auto-route waitresses and the tired eyes of air-traffic controllers at out-of-season airports.

I believe in the genital organs of great men and women, in the body postures of Ronald Reagan, Margaret Thatcher and Princess Di, in the sweet odors emanating from their lips as they regard the cameras of the entire world.

I believe in madness, in the truth of the inexplicable, in the common sense of stones, in the lunacy of flowers, in the disease stored up for the human race by the Apollo astronauts.

I believe in nothing.

I believe in Max Ernst, Delvaux, Dali, Titian, Goya, Leonardo, Vermeer, Chirico, Magritte, Redon, Duerer, Tanguy, the Facteur Cheval, the Watts Towers, Boecklin, Francis Bacon, and all the invisible artists within the psychiatric institutions of the planet.

I believe in the impossibility of existence, in the humour of mountains, in the absurdity of electromagnetism, in the farce of geometry, in the cruelty of arithmetic, in the murderous intent of logic.

I believe in adolescent women, in their corruption by their own leg stances, in the purity of their disheveled bodies, in the traces of their pudenda left in the bathrooms of shabby motels.

I believe in flight, in the beauty of the wing, and in the beauty of everything that has ever flown, in the stone thrown by a small child that carries with it the wisdom of statesmen and midwives.

I believe in the gentleness of the surgeon’s knife, in the limitless geometry of the cinema screen, in the hidden universe within supermarkets, in the loneliness of the sun, in the garrulousness of planets, in the repetitiveness or ourselves, in the inexistence of the universe and the boredom of the atom.

I believe in the light cast by video-recorders in department store windows, in the messianic insights of the radiator grilles of showroom automobiles, in the elegance of the oil stains on the engine nacelles of 747s parked on airport tarmacs.

I believe in the non-existence of the past, in the death of the future, and the infinite possibilities of the present.

I believe in the derangement of the senses: in Rimbaud, William Burroughs, Huysmans, Genet, Celine, Swift, Defoe, Carroll, Coleridge, Kafka.

I believe in the designers of the Pyramids, the Empire State Building, the Berlin Fuehrerbunker, the Wake Island runways.

I believe in the body odors of Princess Di.

I believe in the next five minutes.

I believe in the history of my feet.

I believe in migraines, the boredom of afternoons, the fear of calendars, the treachery of clocks.

I believe in anxiety, psychosis and despair.

I believe in the perversions, in the infatuations with trees, princesses, prime ministers, derelict filling stations (more beautiful than the Taj Mahal), clouds and birds.

I believe in the death of the emotions and the triumph of the imagination.

I believe in Tokyo, Benidorm, La Grande Motte, Wake Island, Eniwetok, Dealey Plaza.

I believe in alcoholism, venereal disease, fever and exhaustion.

I believe in pain.

I believe in despair.

I believe in all children.

I believe in maps, diagrams, codes, chess-games, puzzles, airline timetables, airport indicator signs.

I believe all excuses.

I believe all reasons.

I believe all hallucinations.

I believe all anger.

I believe all mythologies, memories, lies, fantasies, evasions.

I believe in the mystery and melancholy of a hand, in the kindness of trees, in the wisdom of light.

‘What I believe’, JG Ballard 1984

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