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Barbarian
While Im very much concerned in konkretion with the failure of avant-gardes to
make revolutionary change, I dont think that my work really participates in
anything like a contemporary avant-garde in Australia; it would seem a
ridiculous romance to dream it possible for any subversive movement to get real
traction in these slippery, grey, cynical times. Here, mainstream culture is
controlled by a handful of mega-marketers and state ethics an oxymoronic
combo dictated by military alignment with the US, the latest polls and the
maximization of mining profits. What kind of book can rival the impact of Gina
Rinehart fulminating from a traytop? Work thats genuinely subversive has to be
feral, electric, evanescent, flaring in fugitive acts through street performance, in
image and text interventions outside galleries and theatres and formal
publishing. Art thats genuinely avant-garde erupts in events eschewing the
theatres of financial transaction.
But I hope that a text like konkretion might at least work interruptively, in
the sense that, in its difference from mainstream literary fiction, its not readily
assimilated into consumer culture. As a citational text, it draws attention to the
productivity of quoted fragments from the radical tradition of European writing,
set in friction with each other. It seeks to disrupt reading as smooth consumption
through the clash and spark of plural voices, rather than claiming to be the
singular expression of an author who-might-happen-to-be-me.
With this term, interruptive, I also invoke the potential energy to challenge
the dominant cultural myths that lamentably still masquerade here under
larrikinism and its avatars, whereby so-called casual racism adopts a jokey
mask in football and its subcultures. I think we could claim that there are myriad
cultural workers in Australia whose work strives to be interruptive of the reflex
logorrhea of talk-back jocks, the mindless twittering of racist, sexist, homophobic
reflexes, the circulation of readymade thought, the cumulative deadly toxins of
prejudice. It is the daily manifestation of crude casual racism and sexism that
makes one want to define oneself as unrepentantly barbarian.
her recent Barbarism & its Discontents, rather than the avant-garde I would argue
that there is a surprising number of writers in Australia who practise a radical
kind of literary barbarism, not just in the sense of engaging in making-strange in
the matter of language, but in terms of magnifying the politics operating slyly in
the fabric of everyday life: Im thinking of the poetic practice of John Tranter,
Philip Salom, Jennifer Maiden, Gig Ryan, Jill Jones, Joanne Burns and Michael
Farrell, to name a few. In the experimental prose poetry of such as Ania Walwicz
and Kathleen Mary Fallon you find still active a virulently willed barbarism. And
in terms of narrative there come to mind the radiant exceptions of Anthony
Macris in his Capital II: Great Western Highway, the works of Brian Castro or the
magnificent protest that is Kim Scotts fictional output.
One or two reviewers have complained that I have endlessly cited foreign
writers in konkretion, as if this were decking myself out in so much borrowed
prestige; but for me poetry should be made by all not by one, as the gloriously
ioconoclastic avant-gardiste Lautramont asserted back in 1873. I do not
integrate these voices, subduing them in a logic of the same; my text carries them
like so many glinting splinters in its flesh. They are recruited to speak back to
this world now, this world where the poetic and revolutionary fervour still might
come together to produce waves of life-affirming change, as we seemed for a
moment to be glimpsing in the beginnings of the Arab Spring.
This is what I most wanted to explore in konkretion. I wondered what might have
happened had the German would-be revolutionaries of the early 1970s like
Ulrike Meinfhof and Gudrun Ennslin of the Rote Armee Fraktion, the Red Army
Faction, used language as a field of pleasure, a site for barbarian ridicule of
mainstream politics and its grey discourses and earnest dialectics, that is, if
theyd worked more like the Situationists International. Then perhaps they might
have delivered less lethal but more effectively interruptive events, rather that
bombing newspaper headquarters and military installations and gunning down
industrialists and police. Setting language into a state of jubilation, into a
Rabelaisian parody of instrumental discourse, can perhaps still be a subversive
force. I would love to see performances breaking out in the parliament, in the
with their chopper-in-the sky assurances that all is seen; that all can be
accounted for, all glossed, prickly questions smoothed over, their resolution
assured in an aesthetics of harmonious integration.
Let us not nurse nostalgia for the failure of social upheaval. Murderous violence
and semiotic violence are not the same. However, as oppositional ex-pat
Australian intellectuals McKenzie Wark and Andrew McCann remind us, there is
still the possibility of improvising ways of making interruptive art to challenge
the pre-consumed texture of daily life, even if the Situationists of the 1960s and
1970s failed to disable what seem to have been the ineluctable, all-consuming
triumph of pan-capitalism.
Marion May Campbell
July, 2013