Not
only is no man an island but, simply, there is no individual. This is
the message of art. Not
the “artist's message” which, like the putative individual,
doesn't exist or, if one insists on presenting
it as a discrete phenomenon, exists only on the level of total
opacity and incomprehensibility.
It
is precisely this chasm of subjectivity which art touches upon. To
confuse it with a personal or individual
profundity is, simultaneously, to mystify the human animal and to
deny unknowability to
human experience. It is to indulge in the magical thinking that
justifies material inequality by cultivating
the illusion of access to infinite self-hood and to escape from the
truth of the impossibility
of an unrelated self.
The
face is the basic node of human communication. It has been
through/with/by faces that the majority
of us have come to the identity we currently advertise and to the
personality we exhibit (taking
personality as that encrustation of possibility dried in the sun of
the contingent relationality that
has made up our social environment).
Before
the face is the other, the face is the self. One is what one sees and
even when one sees oneself,
one becomes two. So the greatest threat to the other, as an other,
is that it is assumed into the
self-hood of the subject which is the only agent capable of
recognising – and so manifesting – the
other.
Consciousness
is the breakdown in the order of material efficiency (physical
process). To say all art is
useless is on a par with conceptualising original sin: it insights
that necessity is infinite and impersonal,
a universal constant or ground that doesn't need any subject to
exist.
The
mothering of invention is not the field of human genius but its
matrix. The subject as such, whether inspired
or not, is the radical openness to this void of ownership – this
unrelenting and unconscious drive
to produce.
Here then, self is negative experience. It is what is not present: a lived absence that opens a gap in the illusion of the permanence of an ever changing world.
Here then, self is negative experience. It is what is not present: a lived absence that opens a gap in the illusion of the permanence of an ever changing world.
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