In a previous post about no experimental wriiting after Abu Ghraib/Katrina aftermath/white phosphorus in Fallujah and the list keeps growing, I have decided to elaborate, especially since a commentor astutely asked, "what would non-experimental art be?"
It would be bad, I said, bad art for a bad world, with bad art criticism, bad art magazines, which is actually kind of what we have now anyway. I'm not a total grouch. I don't get out to galleries much any more. I don't see enough art period. I know there is some good art out there, but I have a general feeling, that if most art is baaaaad right now, it is because a great deal of what is made is very facile and that the kiss of the fashion world and the cult of youth, the power of collectors and the enormous amounts of money have conspired to make art baaaaad, which is why some one like Damien Hirst is authentic, because somehow he understands that there is some thing immoral about it all and he celebrates it. And Andrea Fraser's performances last year tried to allegorize the artist as prostitute, collector as john relationship, but the work just came off as sensationalistic and sleazy. Suddenly, I had to think of Michael Fried and his "anti-theatricality" fondly.
Now, I know that I'm quite crazy because I think that it is somehow it matters that I am keeping track of bad people and all the bad things happening in the world, but I must make a confession. I have not read a novel in months, and the only ones I can bear to read are Coetzee and Salih's
Season of Migration to the North , books that are about senseless suffering and an ethically unsentimental position with regard to it. In addition, I have only able to read muckraking journalism, histories of the Middle East, labor history from the 70s -- histories of monopoly capitalism, Frankfurt School, Walter Benjamin, etc. I read cult studs because I'm working on a book about it, and in order to get angry.
I read
Minima Moralia by Adorno over and over again. I may read Zizek for comic relief, I find most recent (80s, 90s) "theoretical writing" unreadable. I feel unmoved by the intricacies of "disrupting" or "subverting" or "transgressing" identities. I don't like the word "anxiety" as used without castration involved, I don't like the term 'masculinity in crisis."
While I was moved by Egger's autobiography, I couldn't finish it. Occasionally, I look at
McSweeneys and admire the production values. I have become a philistine. The reign of W. has made me a barbarian, and I'd like to think in a good way.
I do yoga and try to block out the New Age spiel because the postures awaken my nerves, help with my bad back and shoulder and get me out of myself.
I admire anyone who experiments with art making, but writing/reading an entire novel without using the letter e does seem to me to be the kind of luxury I can't afford. Because I've got to keep track of the badness, in order to be able to better recognize the beauty, the goodness, the promises of happiness, as they are occasionally dealt to us, and of course to keep track of the bad guys. Who knows? What if one day I wake up with super powers and then I'll have to take care of some business, and my lists will have to be in order!