Showing posts with label profanation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label profanation. Show all posts

28 April, 2025

Visualizing Death

Andy Warhol, Orange Car Crash (5 Deaths 11 Times in Orange) (Orange Disaster), 1963 

 It is as a further result of his ability to travel in the supernatural worlds and to see the superhuman beings (gods, demons, spirits of the dead, etc.) that the shaman has been able to contribute decisively to the knowledge of death. In all probability many features of "funerary geography," as well as some themes of the mythology of death, are the result of the ecstatic experiences of shamans. The lands that the shaman sees and the personages that he meets during his ecstatic journeys in the beyond are minutely described by the shaman himself, during or after his trance. The unknown and terrifying world of death assumes form, is organized in accordance with particular patterns; finally it displays a structure and, in course of time, becomes familiar and acceptable. In turn, the supernatural inhabitants of the world of death become visible; they show a form, display a personality, even a biography. Little by little the world of the dead becomes knowable, and death itself is evaluated primarily as a rite of passage to a spiritual mode of being. In the last analysis, the accounts of the shamans' ecstatic journeys contribute to "spiritualizing" the world of the dead, at the same time that they enrich it with wondrous forms and figures.

—Mircea Eliade, Shamanism

With Warhol, we encounter the radical de-spiritualization of death, its banalization. The flat orange background showing through the transparent photographic reproductions arrests attention on the surface: the painting is formally and connotatively superficial. Repetition transforms the image into visual noise.

The genius of Warhol was to have intuited that the profanation of the world facilitated by photography and its mechanical reproduction is best conveyed by reproducing reproduction. To the extent that one can find elegance, if not beauty, in Warhol's work, it derives from his having discovered the perfect means to frame banality, to make modern vacuity palpable.


04 April, 2025

Marx as Conservative

Marx's hatred of modernity is, I think, insufficiently appreciated.

"Everything solid melts into air, everything holy is profaned . . ." he declared in the Communist Manifesto.

No contemporary conservative mindlessly prattling on about the toxicity of "cultural Marxism" can fathom the revulsion against modernity that colors Marx's writing from beginning to end. 

The idea of a Hegelian Aufhebung that would that would, like the monster in Alien, burst capitalism from within and usher in a latent communism was just cope. Someone who understood as exquisitely as Marx did the depth of capitalism's ignobility was in danger of drowning in despair. Instead, he found in Hegel a means to invert pessimism into a synthetic—one might say almost manic—faith in the inevitability communism and the restoration of the world. Of course, he insisted that he had turned Hegel on his head, that his dialectic was grounded in a materialist logic. But the very notion of a dialectical unfolding is metaphysical and owes its origin in the belief that the universe is animated by an ineffable divine purpose.

Then too, I wonder how much Marx's belief in proletarian revolutionary agency was unconsciously a recreation of the Jewish consoling myth of the golem. Like the golem, the proletariat is an inert mass until it becomes imbued with class consciousness and changes from an "in itself" to a "for itself."

The anti-bourgeois, anti-liberal, and ultimately, amti-modern orientation of Marxism hidden beneath its revolutionary rhetoric helps explain how communism protected the societies in which it was victorious from the worst consequences of modernity, for ultimately communism quarantined these societies from consumerism's relentless liquidation of traditional norms.. And this is why even after the dismantling of the old Stalinist systems, the decadent and now economically and culturally senescent West has not lost any of its antipathy for the East.