What is Hollywood, you ask, dear children? A quorum of whores babbling endlessly on about fucking while the bordello is razed for a penny arcade -- Paul Bern
Showing posts with label Atavism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Atavism. Show all posts

Monday, April 4, 2011

CANNIBAL FEROX

On the surface of the image, in principle a scenario that seems easy to mock. The bride, for a remarriage ceremony, has commissioned a fetish cake of herself. But the more you think about it, the more gossamer & mysterious and perhaps witchy the act becomes. The bride is forcing the celebrants to consume HER IMAGE, leaving the real person, triumphant and protected, and in more than one way, dominant over the social action. It's like something a schizophrenic would conjure for a poetic defense against the world. Eat yer heart out, Marina Abramovic!

Friday, January 28, 2011

FALLEN ANGELS

 SPECTACULAR GRIEF; 
Can there be any doubt that terrorists -- celebrants -- must engage periodically in A Black Mass of/and for state power? 

They lead the celebrations that people no longer have the heart for. 
 

Monday, December 20, 2010

THE RETURN OF DICKENS


The anxiety that comes out of the post-freudian schizo-identity (as opposed to the traditional mutual confusion of tribe and self; mutual potentialities) naturally benefits the consumerist (ideology of "Choice") constructions of the self.

But this may be transitional phase...

People are becoming stereotypes, but not in a simple way -- that is, they possess an "optical", surrealist dimensionality, but psychology, which is the realm of the weak/wounded and private, the position of resistance, is giving way to the intriguing "flatness" of socio-tribal functionality.

Away from authenticity and back to social stylization of self.

Virginia Woolf: "we remodel our psychological geography when we read Dickens (with his) characters who exist not in detail, not accurately or exactly, but abundantly in a cluster of wild yet extraordinarily revealing remarks."

Zach Campbell: ....the context of emotion is usually left wholly unexamined in mainstream film & TV.  Only a false sense of "contained" emotion is to be respected. Emotions do not build upon each other; they do not have texture - the audiovisual, gestural archive of emotional cues is large enough at this moment to be drawn upon without elaboration, without narrative. We already see what a pouting lip means, what a raised eyebrow might mean, what a threatening posture entails ...the biggest aesthetic threat to competent film & TV acting is that people often hit these cues thoughtlessly and yet treat them as a register of "knowing" performance.
Woolf's "remarks" or strokes are somewhat like the Kata and Mie in Kabuki. They are devices to invite public participation in the spectacle, where the audience too has a role to play in the dynamic exchange. Kata and Mie have the power of artifice because we recognize that we often don't behave as idiosyncratic, withholding Brandos, but as clearly telegraphing types. We may not need for people to applaud the formal perfection of the performative move, but we at the very least want to be recognized. There is a not-that obscure virtue in the sophistication of fulfilling typage in an aristeia with regard to one's culture or audience.
Mahmood refuses the ideals of liberal philosophers who insist that individual choice is the prime value. She describes these Egyptian Muslim women's strong desires to follow socially-prescribed religious conventions "as the potentialities, the 'scaffolding' through which the self is realized", not the signs of their subordination as individuals. She argues that their desire to take the ideals and tools of self-reference from outside the self (in Islamic religious practice, texts, and law) challenges the usual separation of individual and society upon which liberal political thinking rests. She tells us we need to question the (modern American) distinction that underlies most liberal theory between "the subject's real desires and obligatory social conventions".

Saturday, November 6, 2010

PALACE COUP



The people have spoken.

& MSNBC goes ever more meta, replaces self described "Angry Weatherman" with cute, loveable puppy, Bong Cha, who also holds the rank of Colonel in the North Korean Air Force. Puppy to be voiced by gringo humorist, Roberto Smigel.

American leftists overwhelmingly feel the move better reflects their need for a televised political mascot & champion.

Thursday, September 30, 2010

GRAPHIC GOES GLYPHIC


We quit the Official Thingified World of Things with its rational lexicon long ago. Away from objecthood into....a un-place where it has become improper to speak even of reification anymore.

This was what Antonioni was so relentlessly after in that fierce middle period from Red Desert to The Passenger:

Antonioni: What interests me now is to put the characters IN CONTACT with things, because what counts today are things, objects, matter.

Giuliana panics not at what the world of objects MEANS, (what you would find in the ordinary expressionist world of Stendhal or Flaubert, -- & of course, Hollywood's) but rather at its' cryptic, occulted non-messages. Because things now have a sort of animal spirit and they chatter incomprehensibly -- rather like Princess Raccoon, if you would encounter her in real life. Communication frighteningly without expression. Grandiloquent Blankness. Strange OMENS of Further Abstraction and Separation.

Marxist unease (Panic!) with the fetishism of the commodity lies with the suspicion that the idea hijacks the scientific and inevitable character of revolution and leads ideology into what is, frankly, animism. The superstitious world of magic, the occult, and the primitive.

Two basic polarities in language that also apply to cinema and to reality:
explicitness and ellipsis. And the spirit-substance halfway in between is The Glyphic, which splits the difference.

Thursday, July 29, 2010

THE "PROBLEM" WITH STORIES

"How many women's hearts are vanquished by the mere sanguine insistence of some man that they must love him! He will not consent to the hypothesis that they cannot. The desire for a certain kind of truth here brings about that special truth's existence; and so it is in innumerable cases of other sorts. Who gains promotions, boons, appointments, but the man in whose life they are seen to play the part of live hypotheses, who discounts them, sacrifices other things for their sake before they have come, and takes risks for them in advance? His faith acts on the powers above him as a claim, and creates its own verification."    
                                                                  --William James, The Will to Believe

STORIES MUST BE BELIEVED; TEXTS HAVE NO POWER.

WE ARE "COOL" TO THEM; THEY ARE "COOL" TO US. Coolness is that strange (non)affective stance whose defensive and protective genealogy is no longer recognized; we use it so often.

When we believe (& risk making a perhaps foolish investment) in something or someone there is a Jamesian liveness, an interactivity that opens us up to something cosmic.

The problem with Petit Recit Anti-Culture is not that the mystical, mythic, atavistic wellsprings go anywhere -- it's that people are numb and clueless to what is moving them.

When seized by these powerful impulses, they become, literally....

IDiots.