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Sunday 11 September 2011
Standing upon the brink of a precipice: The nature of death anxiety in the works of Emily Dickinson and Edgar Allan Poe
Inside The Bell Jar
Saturday 10 July 2010
Goshka Macuga’s current installation ‘The Nature of The Beast’
This installation bombards you: with different art forms, different media types, different questions, all of which force you to use our own discretion as opposed to kitsch art where you just absorb whatever propaganda it feeds you. Yet despite this, it does not hit you: unlike a viewer of Guernica, one is not shocked into a revelation but encouraged to think and learn and discuss the numerous ideas presented. It is a cumulative process of exchange and dialogue, durational rather than immediate. Avant-Garde art aimed to shock people out of their objective, positivist view of the world and become more sensitive and human. But Macuga seems to ask whether it is possible for art to reclaim a less violent relationship with the viewer whilst maintaining its power to broaden his/her mind.
Like Cubism, however, its archival nature brings together heterogeneous elements to emphasise their proximity rather than their difference. For example, Macuga essentially equates fascism and the bombing of Guernica with America’s invasion of Iraq. But the links are never that simple, or two-dimensional. They build up like the layers of a collage, made up of different mediums and historical figures: you find out that the tapestry was covered by Colin Powell at the U.N when he declared war on Iraq, which had been put their by Nelson Rockafella as a deterrent to war (who in turn had destroyed Diego Rivera’s painting as it included a portrait of Lenin), and the tapestry was a copy of the original by Picasso against fascism, which was very useful to Clement Atlee’s campaign and was claimed by Franco after Picasso died, despite his last will and testament. As you can see, layers are constantly stuck on and peeled off people’s mouths as they try to fight their corner. It seems then that the nations are not united, but fractured, like the installation itself.
So in this sense, the exhibition is a paradoxical experience. The emotional aspect of war is both freed and covered up in a rather kaleidoscopic manner: art and dialogue might reveal the true nature of the beast, particularly the documentary that airs the views of disillusioned soldiers, but does it help in stopping it? After all, these soldiers go on fighting. I guess it is slightly encouraging that when Colin Powell tried to destroy the link between art and dialogue, for the sake of war, his actions backfired, merely adding to the anti-war discussion. But is this enough? I think if anything, the exhibition’s location in Whitechapel, where the original Guernica had rallied so much support, seems to call for ‘the good old days’ when art brought society together as a force against tyranny. Perhaps Macuga's aim is to rebuild the social links that have disappeared in modern society.
Reading Kafka's 'Metamorphosis' after 9/11
From the very beginning of Kafka's most reknowned tale, one is lulled into an unflinching acceptance of Gregor's hellish reality. The perceived normality of Gregor's treatment (even to himself) makes it harder to question. This is similar to what happened after 9/11: the unguarded demonisation of all Muslims as terrorists made such thinking mainstream. (Indeed, in my experience, many didn't even know what a Muslim was before 9/11!) But can people who think this way be excused for being ignorant and scared? Gregor feels sorry for his family, as ‘it was precisely all the uncertainty that was oppressing the others and that excused their behaviour.’[1] But surely such behaviour is not innocent and excusable if it results in the demise of another?
At first, Gregor is not at all self-conscious or pre-occupied with his appearance, he is mainly concerned about the weather and work. His self-perception only changes after seeing other people's reactions to him: rather than feeling normal he feels he has to try to ‘make bearable the unpleasantness he was absolutely compelled to cause them in his present condition.’ There is now no doubt in his mind that he has a ‘condition’, a very inconvenient one at that. His perception of the world also changes, ‘with each passing day his view of things at only a slight distance was becoming increasingly blurry...what he saw from his window was a featureless solitude, in which the grey sky and the grey earth blended inseparably.’ And when his sister removes everything from the room, it is as though the world around him is shutting down bit by bit, until even Gregor himself is deleted. By positioning the reader so that they are with Gregor before the others enter, we are able to see that the psychological transformation inflicted upon Gregor by society is far more consequential than his physical metamorphosis. Similar to Fanon's depiction of being black, Gregor, and perhaps the Muslim too, begins to feel a desperation to shed his treacherous skin.
Gregor’s character also changes as a result of his dehumanization. At first he is very considerate but towards the end he feels indifferent towards everyone, including himself, and goes into the room where his sister is playing the violin. He even has violent intentions, wishing to kidnap his sister and ‘spit at his assailants like a cat’. His family consider this a violation, “it has to go.” But when reading this in the wake of 9/11, I couldn’t shake the (rather contemporary) adage that ‘one man’s terrorist is another man’s freedom fighter’. Like 9/11, Gregor’s transformation throws everything into a state of panic and a world of extremes - good and evil, zealous love and irrational hate, utopian happiness and hysterical grief - which makes any attempt at understanding and integrating impossible.
The sickly sweet and rather surreal ending, depicting the rebirth of the family out of Gregor's ashes, could be used to parody the right wing notion that the suppression and eradication of 'alternative' sectors will bring society together. I don’t think this ending is supposed to feel right or fit with the realism of the rest of the tale, because the idea of self-othering as an acceptable path to social cohesion is unnerving, to say the least.
But Kafka also warns against mere ‘tolerance’, a term we’ve become so accustomed to using, which really just means swallowing one’s repulsion and being patient, ‘only patient’. What is wrong with using the term ‘duty’, or even ‘empathy’, with regards to our global family?
The reader is constantly made to feel that Gregor's is a temporary condition that will go as quickly and randomly as it came. But it is only when he dies that we realise it was actually the beginning of the end for Gregor: ‘he realized that the sight of him was still unbearable for her and would surely remain unbearable for her in the future’. This is how dehumanization happens. Whether it is the sudden enslavement and colonization of the African peoples or the overnight stigmatization of Muslims after 9/11, all are suddenly pushed out of ‘the circle of humanity.’
Impressionism and The City
However, individuality is at once crushed and celebrated by Impressionist art. Hueffer argues that modern man, whose talents are unchallenged and overlooked in the work place, picks up a hobby to assert his individuality, be it through a sport or merely personal adornment. And Degas kindly displays his subjects in these more defining and even heroic roles - the ballerina, the musician and the trapeze artist. However, for every dainty dancer bathed in light there is a lonely alcoholic, a beggar, or even a rape victim sunk in shadow. They dwell in the 'underbelly', the city's the tragic heroes.
[1] All the quotes for this piece are taken from The Soul of London, by Ford Madox Hueffer.