russSCHOOL OF SOFT SELF-FLAGELLATION
ALEXANDER YAKIMOVITCH
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The matter lies in the context. If anything could be imagined outside the context, then it could seem that the critics of absurd and preposterous relations between new Russian art and sovereign might of the Western hierarchies is simply ascertaining the state of affairs. But the context would not let one in. Growing at the same field as a moaning and pitiful weed, even noble theoretical flora gets a shade of the "poor relative" exclamation: please, look, everything is so difficult for us, understand that it is also your concern. While in the deep hidden context, not really perceived by the authors themselves, it is stated: give us as much as you can. It would not be appropriate to add the meaning which does not exist in the world of their respected colleagues. But it should not be forgotten that the deepest meaning of any saying (as Walter Benjamin put it much earlier and much more decisively than Jacques Derrida) is not at the level of conscious significates, but in the poorly lit dimensions of secrecy. They were not wanted to be pronounced, but they pronounce themselves. They crawl out of the shapeless "risoma" of the eastern European reality and post-communist experiences. And even the sharpest and the coldest weapons of analysis and demystification pulled into the orbit of this black hole - the issue of self-identification of the Other in front of the Real - turn into weeping of cunning slaves, who want to show their misery and make their master feel sorry. I do not include any moral content into my words, moreover in the unintended weeping, breaking through the proud gestures of the new aristocrats of spirit, I find a savor witticism of the unintended cynicism of the history itself. The intellectual metamorphoses of contemporary situation are interesting because they are multidimensional like the psychology of a released serf, like an institutionally organized business-like rebellion, which transformed, according to the European and American critics' observations, into establishment. They should not be condemned, they are gorgeous as the marriage practices of birds and fish, as the magic rituals and the humanistic philosophy. They make us think that they lead to the celebration of the truth (power, spirit, holiness, mind, etc.), while in fact they work for the intoxicating energies of the other side - entropy, chaos, madness, violence and death. With this preface we finally come to the most beautiful and perfect ideas of Igor Zabel - a great theoretic of contemporary art. In a subtle and elegant way he can describe the strangest situation: the non-western world constructs its image by comparison and contrast with the imagined (and seriously deformed) image of the western Other. Isn't it like a system of distorted mirrors, reflecting each other? And somebody, who is looking into them is trying to learn something about his or not his real face? Colored with the sarcasm of the famous paradox of Rimbaud-Lacane (Je est un autre), this theoretical construction has the same destiny as a new stylish shoe in a labyrinth of a poorly lit cellar full of dirt. It will pop into this dirt anyway. It does not want this, it does not like to moan about itself, it does not like to curse its own values and bill the winners. The re-emerging East European mentality wants to be independent and strong. It wants to be neither a trouble-maker nor a masochist and a beggar. It is worth not being this by all parameters. But what can it do? One of the brightest (and one of the few recognized in the West) East European intellectuals, Slavoj Zizek offers an attractive tool to art critics: a new understanding of the notorious multiculturalism. It is not by chance that Zabel values this precious spike, which, as it seems, can not only cut all sticky excrescence of pitiful and repenting myths about themselves down to the root, but also crash into the life centers of the western culture as such. The multiculturalism as the strategy of the global capitalism, whose center is located nowhere, but whose presence can be felt in any place (in all landscapes, national traditions and social structures) provides with an invaluable possibility of feeling the control over the situation. |
The westward trend, dissolved and dissipated in non-western cultures, inclines them to the world-wide promiscuity in the bed of multiculturalism (important for a global penetration of the capital into national, social, religious "locus" of the planet and euphoric worship of the stock exchange's ultimate truth with various baseball caps and turbans) gets an impartial direct light into its face. It is discovered, caught by surprise and arrested in cold blood not by the avengers of the suppressed East and not by the pitiful sufferers from the former Soviet block. A completely modern experience of deconstructive, rough non-enlightening thinking and genealogical demystification of hidden motives is in our hands. However the risomatic weaving of troubled destinies leaves its traces even here. Both Zabel and Zizek are discussing a poor man lost in the multicultural world. After removing the shine of metallic cold, post-human coolness, it appears that the main moving force is the hidden idea that poor west-eastern and north-southern creatures are trapped: they do not understand what is going on with them, but suppose to help each other: West to East, South to North and vise versa. We are all floundering in one net made in the way to give an illusion of the unbelievable freedom of the center. And in fact, the net does not have a center, while the net exists. Not to get lost while separated let's follow Zizek's advice and help those in trouble. We are all in trouble without any division into Ours and the Other. It is clear that such an idea can entertain only Western minds, meanwhile, it was born at the Western periphery of the Eastern block. It would be easy and impudent to get down to the pedagogic banality and declare that the best way to avoid a disease is to stop meeting with the diseased and the best way to avoid a piece of shit is to stay away from a shitty place. What is to be done if it is unavoidable? The only statement I can put forward against observations, public and hidden desires of an East European is that one should not think only about the dyhotomies, which seem to be hot. Perhaps the East in its own eyes, the East in the eyes of the West and the West as the reference point (and the point of applying of different other forces) - is an envelope, a camouflage for some other desires, the tricks of Mother-History and Grandma-Nature, who allow to play toys, so that we could come back to the place where we are supposed to be and cope with serious and long-term tasks? |
Alexander Yakimovitch Art historian, theoretician and contemporary art critic. Vice-president of AICA (Russia). Lives in Moscow. |