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鲍德里亚:当代艺术只与它自己当代了

那么这样的话,说当代艺术不值得是毫无意义,因为它是它自己的生存功能:它来说明我们的无用性和荒谬. 更准确地说,它让衰落变成一种生意,同时也让它变成一种表演。如果,像一些人说,艺术功能是让生活比艺术更有趣,那么我们可以把这个幻想忘记掉。

现代艺术的冒险结束了。当代艺术只与他自己当代了。面对过去和未来,它不存在任何超越;唯一的现实就是在现实时间中的运作以及与此现实本身的混淆。

现在没有任何东西把它从技术、宣传、媒体和数字化操作中区分出来。不再有超越和分歧,再也没有另一幅场景:只是反映当代世界的游戏,就好像它所发生的那样。这就在于当代艺术这样的毫无价值:在它和这个世界的方程式之间只有零添加。且不谈创造者和消费者在观察“奇怪”、无法解释的物品的那种无耻同谋。这些光涉及到他们自己以及艺术的概念,真正的阴谋也就在这个艺术自己给自己建造的同谋。艺术跟现实的共谋,而仅仅变成它的一个反映。再也没有微分艺术。只存在现实的微积分。目前,在艺术实现的过程当中它变成一个被滥用的观念。

现代性是从现实到简单元素的解构主义和具体分析的黄金时代,先是印象派,再是抽象派,实验性地对感性、知觉、对象结构和形式解构等各方面开放。抽象的悖论就在于:通过把特定对象从其约束的形象中解放出来,达到对形式的纯粹玩味。这种做法将它与隐匿的结构镣铐在一起——与其相似性相比,对象本身更加严格和激进。这被视为将形象和相似性的面具搁在一旁,来进一步实现对对象真实性的分析。在抽象的旗帜下,我们朝着现实,朝着揭开事物“基本结构”的方向,似是而非地前进着。也就是说,朝着比真实更加真实前进。

相反的,在一般审美化的旗帜下,艺术侵入了整个现实领域。这段历史的结束见证了艺术的平庸融入了现实世界的平庸——杜尚的行为,与对象本身的自动转移,在过程中就位(带有讽刺性)的手势。所有从现实到美学的转移,已经变为广义交换的重要特征之一。

这些也都在艺术和现实世界解放的旗帜下操作。这个“解放”其实相当于互相指出——而这个指出对两种都致命。艺术的转移到现实变成无效,因为艺术吸收了它否定、超越、理想化的所有的事情。变成一个不可能的现实交换。就说它跟自己交换,而永远重复自己。

那么什么东西关于艺术的精神可以让我们放心?艺术也就是艺术世界里、绝望与自我痴迷社区的争论。“创意”行动在对折自己,而变成自己操作的符号——画家的真正主题不再是他所画的东西,而是“他在画”这一事实。起码,这样的话,艺术的概念还是完整的。这个是阴谋的其中一方面。另外一方面是观众为了了解所有的一切按照这些把自己的文化消耗掉。他消耗他什么都不懂以及这些都没有任何必要除非因为文化的需求,这个事实,其实也就是为了属于文化循环。但文化也是全球循环的副作用。

艺术的概念被减弱以及极简化了,引导概念艺术,引导在非画廊里非作品的非展览——艺术的崇拜作为一个非事件。

作为推论,消费者在这些循环来体验他对作品的非享受。按照一个概念、极简的最极端逻辑,艺术应该消失掉。在这个程度,毫无疑问它就会变成它现在的状况:一个虚假的问题;而每一种美学也都变成一种假的解决。但其实也就是因为没什么可说所以必须说很多。艺术民主化的运动矛盾地把艺术这个概念的位置加强了,到达这个普遍赘言顶点为“艺术是艺术”。在这个循环里任何东西就能够找到自己的位置。就像Marshall McLuhan说“我们现在意识到能够按照一个艺术作品安排整个人类环境”。

当代艺术的革命想法是任何物品、任何世界的细节或局部能够引起同样一个引诱感也可以提出一些以前只属于高档形式所谓艺术作品。这个也就是真正民主的基础:不是所有的人对美学享受的接近,但是一个任何物品可以享受15分钟名声的一个世界的穿越美学。所有的物品都属于同一个平台,所有的东西都是天才做出来的。它的推论是,艺术与作品的改变成为一个物品,没有幻想,没有超越,一个被拆掉的物品的纯粹概念行为,而这些物品也把让我们迷茫。再也没有脸、没有目光、没有人表情或身体——没有身体、没有分子的器官,只有分形。跟作品的关系属于传染的、污染的:你被它钩到了然后你被它吸收掉,相当于在一个流动或网络系统一样。转喻序列、连锁反应.再也没有一个真的物品:在现成品的情况下物品已经不在了,而是物品的概念,而我们不能够通过这个去享受艺术,但是通过艺术的概念。我们完全属于一个思想体系。而最后现代艺术和当代艺术的双重诅咒都属于“现成品”:被现实和普遍性沉浸的诅咒,以及被艺术思想概念地吸收掉。“。。。这个毕加索的荒唐雕塑,跟金属花梗和树叶;没有翅膀,没有胜利,只是一个证据、一个痕迹——艺术作品的想法,而不是其他的。跟激励我们生命的其他想法和痕迹一样——不是苹果,但想法,一个由果品学家做的关于苹果原来是什么东西的重建——不是冰淇淋,但想法,一个很好吃的、用淀粉、糖以及其他化学物品做的东西——不是性,而是性的想法——跟爱情、信仰、思想等其他东西都一样??“。

艺术自己没有任何意义。是一个指标什么都没有的符号。但这个‘什么都没有和’空虚的透视在这个已经没有意义和现实的当代世界里变成什么?艺术只能跟总的无价值和忽略连在一起。它再也没有任何特殊定位。它出了世界交流、网络和互动之外再也没有其他目标。发信息和收信息都在同一个循环里:都是发信息的人也都是收信息的人。每个人跟自己互动,只关注表达自己而没时间跟其他人互相听。网络明显地提高那种为自己传播的可能性,所有的人都加自己的虚拟行为而参与整个窒息。所以,在艺术的情况下,最有趣的是侵入现在观众的海绵状脑。因为神秘也就在这里:在收信息道的人的脑袋里,到他们对“艺术作品”服务的神经中心。这个秘密是什么?这个秘密在于“有创造力艺术家”对物品和对自己的苦行与消费者对自己和自己的大脑功能的苦行之间。对最差的物品的宽容明显地提高成一种整个同谋的功能。界面和行为——这个是两个强调方面。行为领域里,所有表达方式出现——综合媒体、摄影、录像、装置、互动屏幕。这个垂和横、美学和商业多样化属于作品的一部分,无法定居的最根本的核心。一个(非)事件像“黑客帝国”完全说明这些:是一个典型全球装置、全球事件:不光是电影(电影从某一个角度是托辞) 而是它的副产品,在全球的不同地方同步投影让几百万观众紧密参与它。我们从一个全球互动角度来看都是这个全球事实的演员。

摄影当被数码技术处理过、被拼出来也碰到同样一个问题。这个一往一个无终点、无规则的方向去发展,是摄影的死亡,摄影被提高到行为的位置上。在这个全球混合,每一个分类失去了它的特点——就像每个人在网络失去了主权——就像现实和图像,艺术和现实因为再也不是两个极端所以失去了它们的力量。

从19世纪开始,艺术一直声称自己是无用的。它一直为这个感觉傲气(古典艺术的情况不一样,当时有没有用这个问题都不存在)。如果继续发展这个理论,就可以让任何物品变成无用的而让它变成一个作品。而这个也就是“现成品”做的事情,直接让一个物品脱离它的功能,其他就没有改变,而这样让它变成一个画廊作品。也足够把现实变成一个无用功能而让它变成一个艺术作品,变成普遍性美学的受害者。同样,一些旧的,所以过时和无用的,物品自动得了一种美学魅力。它们离我们的时间距离相当于杜尚的艺术行动;它们也变成“现成品”,被我们美术馆世界复活的怀旧痕迹。我们也可以推论这个美学变形到材料制作。当它接近一个已经不是为了社会财富交换的窗口,它变成一个超现实物品,被美学控制,而在一种虚拟美术馆出现。所以也有技术环境的美术馆化用一个工业荒地形式,像“现成品”一样。无用的逻辑只能把当代艺术引导一个损耗偏爱,而这个本来也是无用的。通过损耗、损耗的图像、损耗的困扰,艺术就大声宣布它的无用。它说明它的无用价值,它的无交换价值,同事把自己卖的很贵。这里有一个误解。“无用”也是有价值。是一个副作用,因为它这样为了这个阴性本质而牺牲目标,所以艺术完全脱离了常轨进去一个无用的免费性。跟之前的理论关于“宣布自己的很差”的理论差不多,宣布无意义、无价值和普遍性,这些都变成一种双重美学借口。“反艺术”尽量逃避美学范围。但自从“现成品”跟普遍性合并了,这些都结束了。无意义、无具象、卑劣、异议的单纯也结束了。这些当代艺术希望当或回去的事情加强这个反艺术的强制美学特点。

艺术一直否定了自己。但它以前是通过过度性、演自己的消失。今天艺术是默认地否定自己——比这个还可怕,它否定自己的死亡。它不是现实杀手的象征代表,也不是它的消失的魔力操作者,而它反过来把自己沉浸于现实。这里的矛盾是,它越接近这个现象的混乱:这个作为艺术的“差”,越又人给它一种价值,就按照Canetti说,我们到了一个阶段没有好看难看的问题;我们无意识地过了这个过程,然后因为我们不能够回去到这个地步,我们也只能继续操作艺术的消灭。

最后,这个无用性的功能目标是什么?这个无用性从那个方面解放我们?像政治家一样,他们从权利责任解放我们,当代艺术作为不连贯的技巧,通过提供无意义表演给我们让我们从意义解放。这个也解释它的扩大:跟美学价值无关它通过它的无意义和虚空发展。就像一个没有可信性或代表性的政治家忍受的一样。所以艺术和艺术市场按照他们的衰落就繁荣:他们是文化的现代具体房子也是幻影。

那么这样的话,说当代艺术不值得是毫无意义,因为它是它自己的生存功能:它来说明我们的无用性和荒谬. 更准确地说,它让衰落变成一种生意,同时也让它变成一种表演。如果,像一些人说,艺术功能是让生活比艺术更有趣,那么我们可以把这个幻想忘记掉。我们感觉目前的大部分艺术参与一个威慑操作, 一个关于图像和想象力的悲痛作品,一个——几乎失败的——悲痛美学作品引导艺术世界的总的忧郁,而这个世界通过整修自己的历史和痕迹来生存。现代艺术的冒险结束了。当代艺术只与他自己当代了。面对过去和未来,它不存在任何超越;唯一的现实就是在现实时间中的运作以及与此现实本身的混淆。

现在没有任何东西把它从技术、宣传、媒体和数字化操作中区分出来。不再有超越和分歧,再也没有另一幅场景:只是反映当代世界的游戏,就好像它所发生的那样。这就在于当代艺术这样的毫无价值:在它和这个世界的方程式之间只有零添加。且不谈创造者和消费者在观察“奇怪”、无法解释的物品的那种无耻同谋。这些光涉及到他们自己以及艺术的概念,真正的阴谋也就在这个艺术自己给自己建造的同谋。艺术跟现实的共谋,而仅仅变成它的一个反映。再也没有微分艺术。只存在现实的微积分。目前,在艺术实现的过程当中它变成一个被滥用的观念。

现代性是从现实到简单元素的解构主义和具体分析的黄金时代,先是印象派,再是抽象派,实验性地对感性、知觉、对象结构和形式解构等各方面开放。抽象的悖论就在于:通过把特定对象从其约束的形象中解放出来,达到对形式的纯粹玩味。这种做法将它与隐匿的结构镣铐在一起——与其相似性相比,对象本身更加严格和激进。这被视为将形象和相似性的面具搁在一旁,来进一步实现对对象真实性的分析。在抽象的旗帜下,我们朝着现实,朝着揭开事物“基本结构”的方向,似是而非地前进着。也就是说,朝着比真实更加真实前进。

相反的,在一般审美化的旗帜下,艺术侵入了整个现实领域。这段历史的结束见证了艺术的平庸融入了现实世界的平庸——杜尚的行为,与对象本身的自动转移,在过程中就位(带有讽刺性)的手势。所有从现实到美学的转移,已经变为广义交换的重要特征之一。

这些也都在艺术和现实世界解放的旗帜下操作。这个“解放”其实相当于互相指出——而这个指出对两种都致命。艺术的转移到现实变成无效,因为艺术吸收了它否定、超越、理想化的所有的事情。变成一个不可能的现实交换。就说它跟自己交换,而永远重复自己。

那么什么东西关于艺术的精神可以让我们放心?艺术也就是艺术世界里、绝望与自我痴迷社区的争论。“创意”行动在对折自己,而变成自己操作的符号——画家的真正主题不再是他所画的东西,而是“他在画”这一事实。起码,这样的话,艺术的概念还是完整的。这个是阴谋的其中一方面。另外一方面是观众为了了解所有的一切按照这些把自己的文化消耗掉。他消耗他什么都不懂以及这些都没有任何必要除非因为文化的需求,这个事实,其实也就是为了属于文化循环。但文化也是全球循环的副作用。

艺术的概念被减弱以及极简化了,引导概念艺术,引导在非画廊里非作品的非展览——艺术的崇拜作为一个非事件。

作为推论,消费者在这些循环来体验他对作品的非享受。按照一个概念、极简的最极端逻辑,艺术应该消失掉。在这个程度,毫无疑问它就会变成它现在的状况:一个虚假的问题;而每一种美学也都变成一种假的解决。但其实也就是因为没什么可说所以必须说很多。艺术民主化的运动矛盾地把艺术这个概念的位置加强了,到达这个普遍赘言顶点为“艺术是艺术”。在这个循环里任何东西就能够找到自己的位置。就像Marshall McLuhan说“我们现在意识到能够按照一个艺术作品安排整个人类环境”。

当代艺术的革命想法是任何物品、任何世界的细节或局部能够引起同样一个引诱感也可以提出一些以前只属于高档形式所谓艺术作品。这个也就是真正民主的基础:不是所有的人对美学享受的接近,但是一个任何物品可以享受15分钟名声的一个世界的穿越美学。所有的物品都属于同一个平台,所有的东西都是天才做出来的。它的推论是,艺术与作品的改变成为一个物品,没有幻想,没有超越,一个被拆掉的物品的纯粹概念行为,而这些物品也把让我们迷茫。再也没有脸、没有目光、没有人表情或身体——没有身体、没有分子的器官,只有分形。跟作品的关系属于传染的、污染的:你被它钩到了然后你被它吸收掉,相当于在一个流动或网络系统一样。转喻序列、连锁反应.再也没有一个真的物品:在现成品的情况下物品已经不在了,而是物品的概念,而我们不能够通过这个去享受艺术,但是通过艺术的概念。我们完全属于一个思想体系。而最后现代艺术和当代艺术的双重诅咒都属于“现成品”:被现实和普遍性沉浸的诅咒,以及被艺术思想概念地吸收掉。“。。。这个毕加索的荒唐雕塑,跟金属花梗和树叶;没有翅膀,没有胜利,只是一个证据、一个痕迹——艺术作品的想法,而不是其他的。跟激励我们生命的其他想法和痕迹一样——不是苹果,但想法,一个由果品学家做的关于苹果原来是什么东西的重建——不是冰淇淋,但想法,一个很好吃的、用淀粉、糖以及其他化学物品做的东西——不是性,而是性的想法——跟爱情、信仰、思想等其他东西都一样??“。

艺术自己没有任何意义。是一个指标什么都没有的符号。但这个‘什么都没有和’空虚的透视在这个已经没有意义和现实的当代世界里变成什么?艺术只能跟总的无价值和忽略连在一起。它再也没有任何特殊定位。它出了世界交流、网络和互动之外再也没有其他目标。发信息和收信息都在同一个循环里:都是发信息的人也都是收信息的人。每个人跟自己互动,只关注表达自己而没时间跟其他人互相听。网络明显地提高那种为自己传播的可能性,所有的人都加自己的虚拟行为而参与整个窒息。所以,在艺术的情况下,最有趣的是侵入现在观众的海绵状脑。因为神秘也就在这里:在收信息道的人的脑袋里,到他们对“艺术作品”服务的神经中心。这个秘密是什么?这个秘密在于“有创造力艺术家”对物品和对自己的苦行与消费者对自己和自己的大脑功能的苦行之间。对最差的物品的宽容明显地提高成一种整个同谋的功能。界面和行为——这个是两个强调方面。行为领域里,所有表达方式出现——综合媒体、摄影、录像、装置、互动屏幕。这个垂和横、美学和商业多样化属于作品的一部分,无法定居的最根本的核心。一个(非)事件像“黑客帝国”完全说明这些:是一个典型全球装置、全球事件:不光是电影(电影从某一个角度是托辞) 而是它的副产品,在全球的不同地方同步投影让几百万观众紧密参与它。我们从一个全球互动角度来看都是这个全球事实的演员。

摄影当被数码技术处理过、被拼出来也碰到同样一个问题。这个一往一个无终点、无规则的方向去发展,是摄影的死亡,摄影被提高到行为的位置上。在这个全球混合,每一个分类失去了它的特点——就像每个人在网络失去了主权——就像现实和图像,艺术和现实因为再也不是两个极端所以失去了它们的力量。

从19世纪开始,艺术一直声称自己是无用的。它一直为这个感觉傲气(古典艺术的情况不一样,当时有没有用这个问题都不存在)。如果继续发展这个理论,就可以让任何物品变成无用的而让它变成一个作品。而这个也就是“现成品”做的事情,直接让一个物品脱离它的功能,其他就没有改变,而这样让它变成一个画廊作品。也足够把现实变成一个无用功能而让它变成一个艺术作品,变成普遍性美学的受害者。同样,一些旧的,所以过时和无用的,物品自动得了一种美学魅力。它们离我们的时间距离相当于杜尚的艺术行动;它们也变成“现成品”,被我们美术馆世界复活的怀旧痕迹。我们也可以推论这个美学变形到材料制作。当它接近一个已经不是为了社会财富交换的窗口,它变成一个超现实物品,被美学控制,而在一种虚拟美术馆出现。所以也有技术环境的美术馆化用一个工业荒地形式,像“现成品”一样。无用的逻辑只能把当代艺术引导一个损耗偏爱,而这个本来也是无用的。通过损耗、损耗的图像、损耗的困扰,艺术就大声宣布它的无用。它说明它的无用价值,它的无交换价值,同事把自己卖的很贵。这里有一个误解。“无用”也是有价值。是一个副作用,因为它这样为了这个阴性本质而牺牲目标,所以艺术完全脱离了常轨进去一个无用的免费性。跟之前的理论关于“宣布自己的很差”的理论差不多,宣布无意义、无价值和普遍性,这些都变成一种双重美学借口。“反艺术”尽量逃避美学范围。但自从“现成品”跟普遍性合并了,这些都结束了。无意义、无具象、卑劣、异议的单纯也结束了。这些当代艺术希望当或回去的事情加强这个反艺术的强制美学特点。

艺术一直否定了自己。但它以前是通过过度性、演自己的消失。今天艺术是默认地否定自己——比这个还可怕,它否定自己的死亡。它不是现实杀手的象征代表,也不是它的消失的魔力操作者,而它反过来把自己沉浸于现实。这里的矛盾是,它越接近这个现象的混乱:这个作为艺术的“差”,越又人给它一种价值,就按照Canetti说,我们到了一个阶段没有好看难看的问题;我们无意识地过了这个过程,然后因为我们不能够回去到这个地步,我们也只能继续操作艺术的消灭。

最后,这个无用性的功能目标是什么?这个无用性从那个方面解放我们?像政治家一样,他们从权利责任解放我们,当代艺术作为不连贯的技巧,通过提供无意义表演给我们让我们从意义解放。这个也解释它的扩大:跟美学价值无关它通过它的无意义和虚空发展。就像一个没有可信性或代表性的政治家忍受的一样。所以艺术和艺术市场按照他们的衰落就繁荣:他们是文化的现代具体房子也是幻影。

那么这样的话,说当代艺术不值得是毫无意义,因为它是它自己的生存功能:它来说明我们的无用性和荒谬. 更准确地说,它让衰落变成一种生意,同时也让它变成一种表演。如果,像一些人说,艺术功能是让生活比艺术更有趣,那么我们可以把这个幻想忘记掉。我们感觉目前的大部分艺术参与一个威慑操作, 一个关于图像和想象力的悲痛作品,一个——几乎失败的——悲痛美学作品引导艺术世界的总的忧郁,而这个世界通过整修自己的历史和痕迹来生存。现代艺术的冒险结束了。当代艺术只与他自己当代了。面对过去和未来,它不存在任何超越;唯一的现实就是在现实时间中的运作以及与此现实本身的混淆。

现在没有任何东西把它从技术、宣传、媒体和数字化操作中区分出来。不再有超越和分歧,再也没有另一幅场景:只是反映当代世界的游戏,就好像它所发生的那样。这就在于当代艺术这样的毫无价值:在它和这个世界的方程式之间只有零添加。且不谈创造者和消费者在观察“奇怪”、无法解释的物品的那种无耻同谋。这些光涉及到他们自己以及艺术的概念,真正的阴谋也就在这个艺术自己给自己建造的同谋。艺术跟现实的共谋,而仅仅变成它的一个反映。再也没有微分艺术。只存在现实的微积分。目前,在艺术实现的过程当中它变成一个被滥用的观念。

现代性是从现实到简单元素的解构主义和具体分析的黄金时代,先是印象派,再是抽象派,实验性地对感性、知觉、对象结构和形式解构等各方面开放。抽象的悖论就在于:通过把特定对象从其约束的形象中解放出来,达到对形式的纯粹玩味。这种做法将它与隐匿的结构镣铐在一起——与其相似性相比,对象本身更加严格和激进。这被视为将形象和相似性的面具搁在一旁,来进一步实现对对象真实性的分析。在抽象的旗帜下,我们朝着现实,朝着揭开事物“基本结构”的方向,似是而非地前进着。也就是说,朝着比真实更加真实前进。

相反的,在一般审美化的旗帜下,艺术侵入了整个现实领域。这段历史的结束见证了艺术的平庸融入了现实世界的平庸——杜尚的行为,与对象本身的自动转移,在过程中就位(带有讽刺性)的手势。所有从现实到美学的转移,已经变为广义交换的重要特征之一。

这些也都在艺术和现实世界解放的旗帜下操作。这个“解放”其实相当于互相指出——而这个指出对两种都致命。艺术的转移到现实变成无效,因为艺术吸收了它否定、超越、理想化的所有的事情。变成一个不可能的现实交换。就说它跟自己交换,而永远重复自己。

那么什么东西关于艺术的精神可以让我们放心?艺术也就是艺术世界里、绝望与自我痴迷社区的争论。“创意”行动在对折自己,而变成自己操作的符号——画家的真正主题不再是他所画的东西,而是“他在画”这一事实。起码,这样的话,艺术的概念还是完整的。这个是阴谋的其中一方面。另外一方面是观众为了了解所有的一切按照这些把自己的文化消耗掉。他消耗他什么都不懂以及这些都没有任何必要除非因为文化的需求,这个事实,其实也就是为了属于文化循环。但文化也是全球循环的副作用。

艺术的概念被减弱以及极简化了,引导概念艺术,引导在非画廊里非作品的非展览——艺术的崇拜作为一个非事件。

作为推论,消费者在这些循环来体验他对作品的非享受。按照一个概念、极简的最极端逻辑,艺术应该消失掉。在这个程度,毫无疑问它就会变成它现在的状况:一个虚假的问题;而每一种美学也都变成一种假的解决。但其实也就是因为没什么可说所以必须说很多。艺术民主化的运动矛盾地把艺术这个概念的位置加强了,到达这个普遍赘言顶点为“艺术是艺术”。在这个循环里任何东西就能够找到自己的位置。就像Marshall McLuhan说“我们现在意识到能够按照一个艺术作品安排整个人类环境”。

当代艺术的革命想法是任何物品、任何世界的细节或局部能够引起同样一个引诱感也可以提出一些以前只属于高档形式所谓艺术作品。这个也就是真正民主的基础:不是所有的人对美学享受的接近,但是一个任何物品可以享受15分钟名声的一个世界的穿越美学。所有的物品都属于同一个平台,所有的东西都是天才做出来的。它的推论是,艺术与作品的改变成为一个物品,没有幻想,没有超越,一个被拆掉的物品的纯粹概念行为,而这些物品也把让我们迷茫。再也没有脸、没有目光、没有人表情或身体——没有身体、没有分子的器官,只有分形。跟作品的关系属于传染的、污染的:你被它钩到了然后你被它吸收掉,相当于在一个流动或网络系统一样。转喻序列、连锁反应.再也没有一个真的物品:在现成品的情况下物品已经不在了,而是物品的概念,而我们不能够通过这个去享受艺术,但是通过艺术的概念。我们完全属于一个思想体系。而最后现代艺术和当代艺术的双重诅咒都属于“现成品”:被现实和普遍性沉浸的诅咒,以及被艺术思想概念地吸收掉。“。。。这个毕加索的荒唐雕塑,跟金属花梗和树叶;没有翅膀,没有胜利,只是一个证据、一个痕迹——艺术作品的想法,而不是其他的。跟激励我们生命的其他想法和痕迹一样——不是苹果,但想法,一个由果品学家做的关于苹果原来是什么东西的重建——不是冰淇淋,但想法,一个很好吃的、用淀粉、糖以及其他化学物品做的东西——不是性,而是性的想法——跟爱情、信仰、思想等其他东西都一样??“。

艺术自己没有任何意义。是一个指标什么都没有的符号。但这个‘什么都没有和’空虚的透视在这个已经没有意义和现实的当代世界里变成什么?艺术只能跟总的无价值和忽略连在一起。它再也没有任何特殊定位。它出了世界交流、网络和互动之外再也没有其他目标。发信息和收信息都在同一个循环里:都是发信息的人也都是收信息的人。每个人跟自己互动,只关注表达自己而没时间跟其他人互相听。网络明显地提高那种为自己传播的可能性,所有的人都加自己的虚拟行为而参与整个窒息。所以,在艺术的情况下,最有趣的是侵入现在观众的海绵状脑。因为神秘也就在这里:在收信息道的人的脑袋里,到他们对“艺术作品”服务的神经中心。这个秘密是什么?这个秘密在于“有创造力艺术家”对物品和对自己的苦行与消费者对自己和自己的大脑功能的苦行之间。对最差的物品的宽容明显地提高成一种整个同谋的功能。界面和行为——这个是两个强调方面。行为领域里,所有表达方式出现——综合媒体、摄影、录像、装置、互动屏幕。这个垂和横、美学和商业多样化属于作品的一部分,无法定居的最根本的核心。一个(非)事件像“黑客帝国”完全说明这些:是一个典型全球装置、全球事件:不光是电影(电影从某一个角度是托辞) 而是它的副产品,在全球的不同地方同步投影让几百万观众紧密参与它。我们从一个全球互动角度来看都是这个全球事实的演员。

摄影当被数码技术处理过、被拼出来也碰到同样一个问题。这个一往一个无终点、无规则的方向去发展,是摄影的死亡,摄影被提高到行为的位置上。在这个全球混合,每一个分类失去了它的特点——就像每个人在网络失去了主权——就像现实和图像,艺术和现实因为再也不是两个极端所以失去了它们的力量。

从19世纪开始,艺术一直声称自己是无用的。它一直为这个感觉傲气(古典艺术的情况不一样,当时有没有用这个问题都不存在)。如果继续发展这个理论,就可以让任何物品变成无用的而让它变成一个作品。而这个也就是“现成品”做的事情,直接让一个物品脱离它的功能,其他就没有改变,而这样让它变成一个画廊作品。也足够把现实变成一个无用功能而让它变成一个艺术作品,变成普遍性美学的受害者。同样,一些旧的,所以过时和无用的,物品自动得了一种美学魅力。它们离我们的时间距离相当于杜尚的艺术行动;它们也变成“现成品”,被我们美术馆世界复活的怀旧痕迹。我们也可以推论这个美学变形到材料制作。当它接近一个已经不是为了社会财富交换的窗口,它变成一个超现实物品,被美学控制,而在一种虚拟美术馆出现。所以也有技术环境的美术馆化用一个工业荒地形式,像“现成品”一样。无用的逻辑只能把当代艺术引导一个损耗偏爱,而这个本来也是无用的。通过损耗、损耗的图像、损耗的困扰,艺术就大声宣布它的无用。它说明它的无用价值,它的无交换价值,同事把自己卖的很贵。这里有一个误解。“无用”也是有价值。是一个副作用,因为它这样为了这个阴性本质而牺牲目标,所以艺术完全脱离了常轨进去一个无用的免费性。跟之前的理论关于“宣布自己的很差”的理论差不多,宣布无意义、无价值和普遍性,这些都变成一种双重美学借口。“反艺术”尽量逃避美学范围。但自从“现成品”跟普遍性合并了,这些都结束了。无意义、无具象、卑劣、异议的单纯也结束了。这些当代艺术希望当或回去的事情加强这个反艺术的强制美学特点。

艺术一直否定了自己。但它以前是通过过度性、演自己的消失。今天艺术是默认地否定自己——比这个还可怕,它否定自己的死亡。它不是现实杀手的象征代表,也不是它的消失的魔力操作者,而它反过来把自己沉浸于现实。这里的矛盾是,它越接近这个现象的混乱:这个作为艺术的“差”,越又人给它一种价值,就按照Canetti说,我们到了一个阶段没有好看难看的问题;我们无意识地过了这个过程,然后因为我们不能够回去到这个地步,我们也只能继续操作艺术的消灭。

最后,这个无用性的功能目标是什么?这个无用性从那个方面解放我们?像政治家一样,他们从权利责任解放我们,当代艺术作为不连贯的技巧,通过提供无意义表演给我们让我们从意义解放。这个也解释它的扩大:跟美学价值无关它通过它的无意义和虚空发展。就像一个没有可信性或代表性的政治家忍受的一样。所以艺术和艺术市场按照他们的衰落就繁荣:他们是文化的现代具体房子也是幻影。

那么这样的话,说当代艺术不值得是毫无意义,因为它是它自己的生存功能:它来说明我们的无用性和荒谬. 更准确地说,它让衰落变成一种生意,同时也让它变成一种表演。如果,像一些人说,艺术功能是让生活比艺术更有趣,那么我们可以把这个幻想忘记掉。我们感觉目前的大部分艺术参与一个威慑操作, 一个关于图像和想象力的悲痛作品,一个——几乎失败的——悲痛美学作品引导艺术世界的总的忧郁,而这个世界通过整修自己的历史和痕迹来生存。现代艺术的冒险结束了。当代艺术只与他自己当代了。面对过去和未来,它不存在任何超越;唯一的现实就是在现实时间中的运作以及与此现实本身的混淆。

现在没有任何东西把它从技术、宣传、媒体和数字化操作中区分出来。不再有超越和分歧,再也没有另一幅场景:只是反映当代世界的游戏,就好像它所发生的那样。这就在于当代艺术这样的毫无价值:在它和这个世界的方程式之间只有零添加。且不谈创造者和消费者在观察“奇怪”、无法解释的物品的那种无耻同谋。这些光涉及到他们自己以及艺术的概念,真正的阴谋也就在这个艺术自己给自己建造的同谋。艺术跟现实的共谋,而仅仅变成它的一个反映。再也没有微分艺术。只存在现实的微积分。目前,在艺术实现的过程当中它变成一个被滥用的观念。

现代性是从现实到简单元素的解构主义和具体分析的黄金时代,先是印象派,再是抽象派,实验性地对感性、知觉、对象结构和形式解构等各方面开放。抽象的悖论就在于:通过把特定对象从其约束的形象中解放出来,达到对形式的纯粹玩味。这种做法将它与隐匿的结构镣铐在一起——与其相似性相比,对象本身更加严格和激进。这被视为将形象和相似性的面具搁在一旁,来进一步实现对对象真实性的分析。在抽象的旗帜下,我们朝着现实,朝着揭开事物“基本结构”的方向,似是而非地前进着。也就是说,朝着比真实更加真实前进。

相反的,在一般审美化的旗帜下,艺术侵入了整个现实领域。这段历史的结束见证了艺术的平庸融入了现实世界的平庸——杜尚的行为,与对象本身的自动转移,在过程中就位(带有讽刺性)的手势。所有从现实到美学的转移,已经变为广义交换的重要特征之一。

这些也都在艺术和现实世界解放的旗帜下操作。这个“解放”其实相当于互相指出——而这个指出对两种都致命。艺术的转移到现实变成无效,因为艺术吸收了它否定、超越、理想化的所有的事情。变成一个不可能的现实交换。就说它跟自己交换,而永远重复自己。

那么什么东西关于艺术的精神可以让我们放心?艺术也就是艺术世界里、绝望与自我痴迷社区的争论。“创意”行动在对折自己,而变成自己操作的符号——画家的真正主题不再是他所画的东西,而是“他在画”这一事实。起码,这样的话,艺术的概念还是完整的。这个是阴谋的其中一方面。另外一方面是观众为了了解所有的一切按照这些把自己的文化消耗掉。他消耗他什么都不懂以及这些都没有任何必要除非因为文化的需求,这个事实,其实也就是为了属于文化循环。但文化也是全球循环的副作用。

艺术的概念被减弱以及极简化了,引导概念艺术,引导在非画廊里非作品的非展览——艺术的崇拜作为一个非事件。

作为推论,消费者在这些循环来体验他对作品的非享受。按照一个概念、极简的最极端逻辑,艺术应该消失掉。在这个程度,毫无疑问它就会变成它现在的状况:一个虚假的问题;而每一种美学也都变成一种假的解决。但其实也就是因为没什么可说所以必须说很多。艺术民主化的运动矛盾地把艺术这个概念的位置加强了,到达这个普遍赘言顶点为“艺术是艺术”。在这个循环里任何东西就能够找到自己的位置。就像Marshall McLuhan说“我们现在意识到能够按照一个艺术作品安排整个人类环境”。

当代艺术的革命想法是任何物品、任何世界的细节或局部能够引起同样一个引诱感也可以提出一些以前只属于高档形式所谓艺术作品。这个也就是真正民主的基础:不是所有的人对美学享受的接近,但是一个任何物品可以享受15分钟名声的一个世界的穿越美学。所有的物品都属于同一个平台,所有的东西都是天才做出来的。它的推论是,艺术与作品的改变成为一个物品,没有幻想,没有超越,一个被拆掉的物品的纯粹概念行为,而这些物品也把让我们迷茫。再也没有脸、没有目光、没有人表情或身体——没有身体、没有分子的器官,只有分形。跟作品的关系属于传染的、污染的:你被它钩到了然后你被它吸收掉,相当于在一个流动或网络系统一样。转喻序列、连锁反应.再也没有一个真的物品:在现成品的情况下物品已经不在了,而是物品的概念,而我们不能够通过这个去享受艺术,但是通过艺术的概念。我们完全属于一个思想体系。而最后现代艺术和当代艺术的双重诅咒都属于“现成品”:被现实和普遍性沉浸的诅咒,以及被艺术思想概念地吸收掉。“。。。这个毕加索的荒唐雕塑,跟金属花梗和树叶;没有翅膀,没有胜利,只是一个证据、一个痕迹——艺术作品的想法,而不是其他的。跟激励我们生命的其他想法和痕迹一样——不是苹果,但想法,一个由果品学家做的关于苹果原来是什么东西的重建——不是冰淇淋,但想法,一个很好吃的、用淀粉、糖以及其他化学物品做的东西——不是性,而是性的想法——跟爱情、信仰、思想等其他东西都一样??“。

艺术自己没有任何意义。是一个指标什么都没有的符号。但这个‘什么都没有和’空虚的透视在这个已经没有意义和现实的当代世界里变成什么?艺术只能跟总的无价值和忽略连在一起。它再也没有任何特殊定位。它出了世界交流、网络和互动之外再也没有其他目标。发信息和收信息都在同一个循环里:都是发信息的人也都是收信息的人。每个人跟自己互动,只关注表达自己而没时间跟其他人互相听。网络明显地提高那种为自己传播的可能性,所有的人都加自己的虚拟行为而参与整个窒息。所以,在艺术的情况下,最有趣的是侵入现在观众的海绵状脑。因为神秘也就在这里:在收信息道的人的脑袋里,到他们对“艺术作品”服务的神经中心。这个秘密是什么?这个秘密在于“有创造力艺术家”对物品和对自己的苦行与消费者对自己和自己的大脑功能的苦行之间。对最差的物品的宽容明显地提高成一种整个同谋的功能。界面和行为——这个是两个强调方面。行为领域里,所有表达方式出现——综合媒体、摄影、录像、装置、互动屏幕。这个垂和横、美学和商业多样化属于作品的一部分,无法定居的最根本的核心。一个(非)事件像“黑客帝国”完全说明这些:是一个典型全球装置、全球事件:不光是电影(电影从某一个角度是托辞) 而是它的副产品,在全球的不同地方同步投影让几百万观众紧密参与它。我们从一个全球互动角度来看都是这个全球事实的演员。

摄影当被数码技术处理过、被拼出来也碰到同样一个问题。这个一往一个无终点、无规则的方向去发展,是摄影的死亡,摄影被提高到行为的位置上。在这个全球混合,每一个分类失去了它的特点——就像每个人在网络失去了主权——就像现实和图像,艺术和现实因为再也不是两个极端所以失去了它们的力量。

从19世纪开始,艺术一直声称自己是无用的。它一直为这个感觉傲气(古典艺术的情况不一样,当时有没有用这个问题都不存在)。如果继续发展这个理论,就可以让任何物品变成无用的而让它变成一个作品。而这个也就是“现成品”做的事情,直接让一个物品脱离它的功能,其他就没有改变,而这样让它变成一个画廊作品。也足够把现实变成一个无用功能而让它变成一个艺术作品,变成普遍性美学的受害者。同样,一些旧的,所以过时和无用的,物品自动得了一种美学魅力。它们离我们的时间距离相当于杜尚的艺术行动;它们也变成“现成品”,被我们美术馆世界复活的怀旧痕迹。我们也可以推论这个美学变形到材料制作。当它接近一个已经不是为了社会财富交换的窗口,它变成一个超现实物品,被美学控制,而在一种虚拟美术馆出现。所以也有技术环境的美术馆化用一个工业荒地形式,像“现成品”一样。无用的逻辑只能把当代艺术引导一个损耗偏爱,而这个本来也是无用的。通过损耗、损耗的图像、损耗的困扰,艺术就大声宣布它的无用。它说明它的无用价值,它的无交换价值,同事把自己卖的很贵。这里有一个误解。“无用”也是有价值。是一个副作用,因为它这样为了这个阴性本质而牺牲目标,所以艺术完全脱离了常轨进去一个无用的免费性。跟之前的理论关于“宣布自己的很差”的理论差不多,宣布无意义、无价值和普遍性,这些都变成一种双重美学借口。“反艺术”尽量逃避美学范围。但自从“现成品”跟普遍性合并了,这些都结束了。无意义、无具象、卑劣、异议的单纯也结束了。这些当代艺术希望当或回去的事情加强这个反艺术的强制美学特点。

艺术一直否定了自己。但它以前是通过过度性、演自己的消失。今天艺术是默认地否定自己——比这个还可怕,它否定自己的死亡。它不是现实杀手的象征代表,也不是它的消失的魔力操作者,而它反过来把自己沉浸于现实。这里的矛盾是,它越接近这个现象的混乱:这个作为艺术的“差”,越又人给它一种价值,就按照Canetti说,我们到了一个阶段没有好看难看的问题;我们无意识地过了这个过程,然后因为我们不能够回去到这个地步,我们也只能继续操作艺术的消灭。

最后,这个无用性的功能目标是什么?这个无用性从那个方面解放我们?像政治家一样,他们从权利责任解放我们,当代艺术作为不连贯的技巧,通过提供无意义表演给我们让我们从意义解放。这个也解释它的扩大:跟美学价值无关它通过它的无意义和虚空发展。就像一个没有可信性或代表性的政治家忍受的一样。所以艺术和艺术市场按照他们的衰落就繁荣:他们是文化的现代具体房子也是幻影。

那么这样的话,说当代艺术不值得是毫无意义,因为它是它自己的生存功能:它来说明我们的无用性和荒谬. 更准确地说,它让衰落变成一种生意,同时也让它变成一种表演。如果,像一些人说,艺术功能是让生活比艺术更有趣,那么我们可以把这个幻想忘记掉。我们感觉目前的大部分艺术参与一个威慑操作, 一个关于图像和想象力的悲痛作品,一个——几乎失败的——悲痛美学作品引导艺术世界的总的忧郁,而这个世界通过整修自己的历史和痕迹来生存。

 

JEAN BAUDRILLARD. CONTEMPORARY ART: ART CONTEMPORARY WITH ITSELF.

Jean Baudrillard. Contemporary Art: Art Contemporary with Itself." in: Chris Turner (Translator). The Intelligence of Evil or the Lucidity Pact (Talking Images). Berg Publishers. November 15, 2005. Paperback, 208 pages, Language English, ISBN: 1845203348. Buy it at Amazon.com,Amazon.caAmazon.deAmazon.co.uk or Amazon.fr. (English).

The adventure of modern art is over. Contemporary art is contemporary only with itself. It no longer knows any transcendence either towards past or future; its only reality is that of its operation in real time and its confusion with that reality. 
   Nothing now distinguishes it from the technical, promotional, media, digital operation. There is no transcendence, no divergence any more, nothing of another scene: merely a specular play with the contemporary world as it takes place. It is in this that contemporary art is worthless: between it and the world, there is a zero-sum equation. 
   Quite apart from that shameful complicity in which creators and consumers commune wordlessly in the examination of strange, inexplicable objects that refer only to themselves and to the idea of art, the true conspiracy lies in this complicity that art forges with itself, its collusion with the real, through which it becomes complicit in that Integral Reality, of which it is now merely the image-feedback. 
   There is no longer any differential of art. There is only the integral calculus of reality. Art is now merely an idea prostituted in its realization.

Modernity was the golden age of a deconstruction of reality into its simple elements, of a detailed analytics, first of impressionism, then of abstraction, experimentally open to all the aspects of perception, of sensibility, of the structure of the object and the dismemberment of forms. 
   The paradox of abstraction is that, by "liberating" the object from the constraints of the figural to yield it up to the pure play of form, it shackled it to an idea of a hidden structure, of an objectivity more rigorous and radical than that of resemblance. It sought to set aside the mask of resemblance and of the figure in order to accede to the analytic truth of the object. Under the banner of abstraction, we moved paradoxically towards more reality, towards an unveiling of the "elementary structures" of objectality, that is to say, towards something more real than the real. 
   Conversely, under the banner of a general aestheticization, art invaded the whole field of reality.

The end of this history saw the banality of art merge with the banality of the real world -- Duchamp's act, with its automatic transference of the object, being the inaugural (and ironic) gesture in this process. The transference of all reality into aesthetics, which has become one of the dimensions of generalized exchange... 
   All this under the banner of a simultaneous liberation of art and the real world. 
   This "liberation" has in fact consisted in indexing the two to each other -- a chiasmus lethal to both. 
   The transference of art, become a useless function, into a reality that is now integral, since it has absorbed everything that denied, exceeded or transfigured it. The impossible exchange of this Integral Reality for anything else whatever. Given this, it can only exchange itself for itself or, in other words, repeat itself ad infinitum.

What could miraculously reassure us today about the essence of art? Art is quite simply what is at issue in the world of art, in that desperately self-obsessed artistic community. The "creative" act doubles up on itself and is now nothing more than a sign of its own operation -- the painter's true subject is no longer what he paints but the very fact that he paints. He paints the fact that he paints. At least in that way the idea of art remains intact.

This is merely one of the sides of the conspiracy. 
   The other side is that of the spectator who, for want of understanding anything whatever most of the time, consumes his own culture at one remove. He literally consumes the fact that he understands nothing and that there is no necessity in all this except the imperative of culture, of being a part of the integrated circuit of culture. But culture is itself merely an epiphenomenon of global circulation. 
   The idea of art has become rarefied and minimal, leading ultimately to conceptual art, where it ends in the non-exhibition of non-works in non-galleries -- the apotheosis of art as a non-event. As a corollary, the consumer circulates in all this in order to experience his non-enjoyment of the works.

At the extreme point of a conceptual, minimalist logic, art ought quite simply to fade away. At that point, it would doubtless become what it is: a false problem, and every aesthetic theory would be a false solution. 
   And yet it is the case that there is all the more need to speak about it because there is nothing to say. The movement of the democratization of art has paradoxically merely strengthened the privileged status of the idea of art, culminating in this banal tautology of "art is art", it being possible for everything to find its place in this circular definition. 
   As Marshall McLuhan has it, "We have now become aware of the possibility of arranging the entire human environment as a work of art".1

The revolutionary idea of contemporary art was that any object, any detail or fragment of the material world, could exert the same strange attraction and pose the same insoluble questions as were reserved in the past for a few rare aristocratic forms known as works of art. 
   That is where true democracy lay: not in the accession of everyone to aesthetic enjoyment, but in the transaesthetic advent of a world in which every object would, without distinction, have its fifteen minutes of fame (particularly objects without distinction). All objects are equivalent, everything is a work of genius. With, as a corollary, the transformation of art and of the work itself into an object, without illusion or transcendence, a purely conceptual acting-out, generative of deconstructed objects which deconstruct us in their turn. 
   No longer any face, any gaze, any human countenance or body in all this -- organs without bodies, flows, molecules, the fractal. The relation to the "artwork" is of the order of contamination, of contagion: you hook up to it, absorb or immerse yourself in it, exactly as in flows and networks. Metonymic sequence, chain reaction. 
   No longer any real object in all this: in the ready-made it is no longer the object that's there, but the idea of the object, and we no longer find pleasure here in art, but in the idea of art. We are wholly in ideology. 
   And, ultimately, the twofold curse of modern and contemporary art is summed up in the "ready-made": the curse of an immersion in the real and banality, and that of a conceptual absorption in the idea of art.

"... that absurd sculpture by Picasso, with its stalks and leaves of metal; neither wings, nor victory, just a testimony, a vestige -- the idea, nothing more, of a work of art. Very similar to the other ideas and vestiges that inspire our existence -- not apples, but the idea, the reconstruction by the pomologist of what apples used to be -- not ice-cream, but the idea, the memory of something delicious, made from substitutes, from starch, glucose and other chemicals -- not sex, but the idea or evocation of sex -- the same with love, belief, thought and the rest..."2

Art, in its form, signifies nothing. It is merely a sign pointing towards absence. 
   But what becomes of this perspective of emptiness and absence in a contemporary universe that is already totally emptied of its meaning and reality? 
   Art can now only align itself with the general insignificance and indifference. It no longer has any privileged status. It no longer has any other final destination than this fluid universe of communication, the networks and interaction. 
   Transmitter and receiver merging in the same loop: all transmitters, all receivers. Each subject interacting with itself, doomed to express itself without any longer having time to listen to the other. 
   The Net and the networks clearly increase this possibility of transmitting for oneself in a closed circuit, everyone going at it with their virtual performances and contributing to the general asphyxia.

This is why, where art is concerned, the most interesting thing would be to infiltrate the spongiform encephalon of the modern spectator. For this is where the mystery lies today: in the brain of the receiver, at the nerve centre of this servility before "works of art". What is the secret of it? 
   In the complicity between the mortification "creative artists" inflict on objects and themselves, and the mortification consumers inflict on themselves and their mental faculties. 
   Tolerance for the worst of things has clearly increased considerably as a function of this general state of complicity.

Interface and performance -- these are the two current leitmotifs. 
   In performance, all the forms of expression merge -- the plastic arts, photography, video, installation, the interactive screen. This vertical and horizontal, aesthetic and commercial diversification is henceforth part of the work, the original core of which cannot be located. 
   A (non-)event like The Matrix illustrates this perfectly: this is the very archetype of the global installation, of the total global fact: not just the film, which is, in a way, the alibi, but the spin-offs, the simultaneous projection at all points of the globe and the millions of spectators themselves who are inextricably part of it. We are all, from a global, interactive point of view, the actors in this global total fact.

Photography has the selfsame problem when we undertake to multi-mediatize it by adding to it all the resources of montage, collage, the digital and CGI, etc. This opening-up to the infinite, this deregulation, is, literally, the death of photography by its elevation to the stage of performance. 
   In this universal mix, each register loses its specificity -- just as each individual loses his sovereignty in interaction and the networks -- just as the real and the image, art and reality lose their respective energy by ceasing to be differential poles.

Since the nineteenth century, it has been art's claim that it is useless. It has prided itself on this (which was not the case in classical art, where, in a world that was not yet either real or objective, the question of usefulness did not even arise). 
   Extending this principle, it is enough to elevate any object to uselessness to turn it into a work of art. This is precisely what the "ready-made" does, when it simply withdraws an object from its function, without changing it in any way, and thereby turns it into a gallery piece. It is enough to turn the real itself into a useless function to make it an art object, prey to the devouring aesthetic of banality. 
   Similarly, old objects, being obsolete and hence useless, automatically acquire an aesthetic aura. Their being distant from us in time is the equivalent of Duchamp's artistic act; they too become "ready-mades", nostalgic vestiges resuscitated in our museum universe. 
   We might extrapolate this aesthetic transfiguration to the whole of material production. As soon as it reaches a threshold where it is no longer exchanged in terms of social wealth, it becomes something like a giant Surrealist object, in the grip of a devouring aesthetic, and everywhere takes its place in a kind of virtual museum. And so we have the museumification, like a "ready-made", of the whole technical environment in the form of industrial wasteland.

The logic of uselessness could not but lead contemporary art to a predilection for waste, which is itself useless by definition. Through waste, the figuration of waste, the obsession with waste, art fiercely proclaims its uselessness. It demonstrates its non-use-value, its non-exchange-value at the same time as selling itself very dear. 
   There is a misconception here. Uselessness has no value in itself. It is a secondary symptom and, by sacrificing its aims to this negative quality, art goes completely off track, into a gratuitousness that is itself useless. It is the same scenario, more or less, as that of nullity, of the claim to non-meaning, insignificance and banality, which attests to a redoubled aesthetic pretension. 
   Anti-art strives, in all its forms, to escape the aesthetic dimension. But since the "ready-made" has annexed banality itself, all that is finished. The innocence of non-meaning, of the non-figurative, of abjection and dissidence, is finished. 
   All these things, which contemporary art would like to be, or return to, merely reinforce the inexorably aesthetic character of this anti-art.

Art has always denied itself. But once it did so through excess, thrilling to the play of its disappearance. Today it denies itself by default -- worse, it denies its own death. 
   It immerses itself in reality, instead of being the agent of the symbolic murder of that same reality, instead of being the magical operator of its disappearance. 
   And the paradox is that the closer it gets to this phenomenal confusion, this nullity as art, the greater credit and value it is accorded, to the extent that, to paraphrase Canetti, we have reached a point where nothing is beautiful or ugly any more; we passed that point without realizing it and, since we cannot get back to that blind spot, we can only persevere in the current destruction of art.

Lastly, what purpose does this useless function serve? 
   From what, by its very uselessness, does it deliver us? 
   Like politicians, who deliver us from the wearisome responsibility of power, contemporary art, by its incoherent artifice, delivers us from the ascendancy of meaning by providing us with the spectacle of non-sense. This explains its proliferation: independently of any aesthetic value, it is assured of prospering by dint of its very insignificance and emptiness. Just as the politician endures in the absence of any representativeness or credibility.

So art and the art market flourish precisely in proportion to their decay: they are the modern charnel-houses of culture and the simulacrum.

It is absurd, then, to say that contemporary art is worthless and that there's no point to it, since that is its vital function: to illustrate our uselessness and absurdity. Or, more accurately, to make that decay its stock in trade, while exorcizing it as spectacle.

If, as some have proposed, the function of art was to make life more interesting than art, then we have to give up that illusion. One gets the impression that a large part of current art participates in an enterprise of deterrence, a work of mourning for the image and the imaginary, a -- mostly failed -- work of aesthetic mourning that leads to a general melancholia of the artistic sphere, which seems to survive its own demise by recycling its history and its relics.

But neither art nor aesthetics is alone in being doomed to this melancholy destiny of living not beyond their means, but beyond their ends.



1 In English in the original.

2 This passage is cited from an unidentified work by Saul Bellow, and I have not been able to trace the original. As a result, I can only offer here a retranslation of the French.

            A perpetual escalation that is also the escalation of growth – or of fashion, which is pre-eminently the field of compulsive change and built-in obsolescence. The ascendancy of models gives rise to a culture of difference that puts an end to any historical continuity. Instead of unfolding as part of a history, things have begun to succeed each other in the void. A pro­fusion of language and images before which we are defenseless, reduced to the same powerlessness, to the same paralysis as we might show on the approach of war.

            It isn't a question of disinformation or brainwashing. It was a naive error on the part of the FBI to attempt to create a Disin­formation Agency for purposes of managed manipulation – a wholly useless undertaking, since disinformation comes from the very profusion of information, from its incantation, its looped repetition, which creates an empty perceptual field, a space shattered as though by a neutron bomb or by one of those devices that sucks in all the oxygen from the area of impact. It's a space where everything is pre-neutralized, including war, by the precession of images and commentaries, but this is perhaps because there is at bottom nothing to say about something that unfolds, like this war, to a relentless scenario, without a glimmer of uncertainty regarding the final outcome.

            It is in the sphere of the media that we most clearly see the event short-circuited by its immediate image-feedback. Information, news coverage, is always already there. When there are catastrophes, the reporters and photojournalists are there before the emergency services. If they could be, they would be there before the catastrophe, the best thing being to invent or cause the event so as to be first with the news.

            This kind of speculation reached a high point with the Penta­gon's initiative of creating a “futures market in events”, a stock market of prices for terrorist attacks or catastrophes. You bet on the probable occurrence of such events against those who don't believe they'll happen.

            This speculative market is intended to operate like the market in soya or sugar. You might speculate on the number of AIDS victims in Africa or on the probability that the San Andreas Fault will give way (the Pentagon's initiative is said to derive from the fact that they credit the free market in speculation with better forecasting powers than the secret services).

            Of course it is merely a step from here to insider trading: betting on the event before you cause it is still the surest way (they say Bin Laden did this, speculating on TWA shares before 11 September). It's like taking out life insurance on your wife before you murder her.

            There's a great difference between the event that happens (happened) in historical time and the event that happens in the real time of information.

            To the pure management of flows and markets under the banner of planetary deregulation, there corresponds the “global” event – or  rather the globalized non-event: the French victory in the World Cup, the year 2000, the death of Diana, The Matrix, etc. Whether or not these events are manufactured, they are orchestrated by the silent epidemic of the information net­works. Fake events.5

            François de Bernard analyses the war in Iraq this way, as a pure transcription of film theory and practice. What we are watching as we sit paralyzed in our fold-down seats isn't “like a film”; it is a film. With a script, a screenplay, that has to be followed unswervingly. The casting and the technical and financial resources have all been meticulously scheduled: these are professionals at work. Including control of the distribution channels. In the end, operational war becomes an enormous special effect; cinema becomes the paradigm of warfare, and we imagine it as “real”, whereas it is merely the mirror of its cinematic being.

            The virtuality of war is not, then, a metaphor. It is the literal passage from reality into fiction, or rather the immediate metamorphosis of the real into fiction. The real is now merely the asymptotic horizon of the Virtual.

            And it isn't just the reality of the real that's at issue in all this, but the reality of cinema. It's a little like Disneyland: the theme parks are now merely an alibi – masking the fact that the whole context of life has been Disneyfied.

            It's the same with the cinema: the films produced today are merely the visible allegory of the cinematic form that has taken over everything – social and political life, the landscape, war, etc. – the form of life totally scripted for the screen. This is no doubt why cinema is disappearing: because it has passed into reality. Reality is disappearing at the hands of the cinema and cinema is disappearing at the hands of reality. A lethal transfusion in which each loses its specificity.

            If we view history as a film – which it has become in spite of us –  then the truth of information consists in the post­-synchronization, dubbing and sub-titling of the film of history.

            In the former West Germany they are going to build a theme park where the decor and ambience of the now defunct East will be re-created (Ost-algia as a form of nostalgia). A whole society memorialized in this way in its own lifetime (it has not completely disappeared).

            So the simulacrum does not merely telescope actuality, but gives the impression that the “Real” will soon eventuate only in “real time”  without even passing through the present and history.

            As a result, history becomes once again for us an object of nostalgia, and a desire for history, for rehabilitation, for sites of memory, can be seen flourishing everywhere, as though, even as we suffer it, we are striving to fuel this same end of history.

            History too is operating beyond its own end. There was a definition of the historical event and the French Revolution was its model. The very concepts of event and history date really from that point. The event could be analyzed as the high point in a continuous unfolding and its discontinuity was itself part of an overall dialectic.

            It is not that way at all now, with the rise of a world order exclusive of all ideology and exclusively concerned with the circulation of flows and networks. In that generalized circulation, all the objectives and values of the Enlightenment are lost, even though they were at its origin. For there was once an idea, an ideal, an imaginary of modernity, but these have all disappeared in the exacerbation of growth. It is the same with history as it is with reality.

            There was a reality principle. Then the principle disappeared and reality, freed from its principle, continues to run on out of sheer inertia. It develops exponentially, it becomes Integral Reality, which no longer has either principle or end, but is content merely to realize all possibilities integrally. It has devoured its own utopia. It operates beyond its own end.

            But the end of history is not the last word on history. For, against this background of perpetual non-events, there looms another species of event. Ruptural events, unforeseeable events, unclassifiable in terms of history, outside of historical reason, events which occur against their own image, against their own simulacrum. Events that break the tedious sequence of current events as relayed by the media, but which are not, for all that, a reappearance of history or a Real irrupting in the heart of the Virtual (as has been said of 11 September). They do not constitute events in history, but beyond history, beyond its end; they constitute events in a system that has put an end to history. They are the internal convulsion of history. And, as a result, they appear inspired by some power of evil, appear no longer the bearers of a constructive disorder, but of an absolute disorder.

            Indecipherable in their singularity, they are the equivalent in excess of a system that is itself indecipherable in its extension and its headlong charge.

            In the New World Order there are no longer any revolutions, there are now only convulsions. As in an allegedly perfect mechanism, a system that is too well integrated, there are no longer any crises, but malfunctions, faults, breakdowns, aneurysmal ruptures. Yet events are not the same as accidents.

            The accident is merely a symptom, an episodic dysfunction, a fault in the technical (or natural) order that can possibly be prevented. This is what all the current politics of risk and pre­vention is about.

            The event, for its part, is counter-offensive and much stranger in inspiration: into any system at its peak, at its point of perfection, it reintroduces internal negativity and death. It is a form of the turning of power against itself, as if, alongside the ingredients of its power, every system secretly nourished an evil spirit that would ensure that system were overturned. It is in this sense that, unlike accidents, such events cannot be predicted and they form no part of any set of probabil­ities.

            The analysis of revolution and the spectre of communism by Marx offers plenty of analogies with the current situation. He too made the proletariat the historic agent of the end of capital – its evil spirit, so to speak, since, with the rise of the proletariat, capital fomented the internal virus of its own destruction.

            There is, however, a radical difference between the spectre of communism and that of terrorism. For capital's great trick was to transform the agent of disintegration it carried within it into a visible enemy, a class adversary, and thus, beyond economic exploitation, to change this historic movement into a dynamic of reintegration leading to a more advanced stage of capital.

            Terrorism operates at a higher level of radicalism: it is not a subject of history; it is an elusive enemy. And if the class struggle generated historical events, terrorism generates another type of event. Global power (which is no longer quite the same as capital) finds itself here in direct confrontation with itself. It is now left to deal not with the spectre of com­munism, but with its own spectre. The end of revolutions (and of history in general) is not, then, in any sense a victory for global power. It might rather be said to be a fateful sign for it.

            History was our strong hypothesis, the hypothesis of maxi­mum intensity. Change, for its part, corresponds to a minimum intensity – it is where everything merely follows everything else and cancels it out, to the point of re-creating total immobilism: the impression, amid the whirl of current events, that nothing changes.

            Generalized exchange – the exchange of flows, of networks, of universal communication – leads, beyond a critical thresh­old we passed long ago, to its own denial, which is no longer then a mere crisis of growth, but a catastrophe, a violent in­volution, which can be felt today in what might be called the “tendency of the rate of reality to fall” (similarly, the profusion of information corresponds to a tendency of the rate of know­ledge to fall). Zero degree of value in total equivalence.

            Globalization believed it would succeed in the neutralization of all conflicts and would move towards afaultless order. But it is, in fact, an order by default: everything is equivalent to everything else in a zero-sum equation. Gone is the dialectic, the play of thesis and antithesis resolving itself in synthesis. The opposing terms now cancel each other out in a leveling of all conflict. But this neutralization is, in its turn, never definitive, since, at the same time as all dialectical resolution disappears, the extremes come to the fore.

            No longer a question of a history in progress, of a directive schema or of regulation by crisis. No longer any rational continuity or dialectic of conflicts, but a sharing of extremes. Once the universal has been crushed by the power of the global and the logic of history obliterated by the dizzying whirl of change, there remains only a face-off between virtual omnipotence and those fiercely opposed to it.

            Hence the antagonism between global power and terrorism – the present confrontation between American hegemony and Islamist terrorism being merely the visible current twist in this duel between an Integral Reality of power and integral rejection of that same power. There is no possible reconciliation; there never will be an armistice between the antagonistic forces, nor any possibility of an integral order. Never any armistice of thought either, which resists it fierc­ely, or an armistice of events in this sense: at most, events go on strike for a time, then suddenly burst through again.

            This is, in a way, reassuring: though it cannot be dismantled, the Empire of Good is also doomed to perpetual failure. We must retain for the event its radical definition and its impact in the imagination. It is characterized entirely, in a paradoxical way, by its uncanniness, its troubling strangeness – it is the irruption of something improbable and impossible – and by its troubling familiarity: from the outset it seems totally self-explanatory, as though predestined, as though it could not but take place.

            There is something here that seems to come from else­where, something fateful that nothing can prevent. It is for this reason, both complex and contradictory, that it mobilizes the imagination with such force. It breaks the continuity of things and, at the same time, makes its entry into the real with stupefying ease.

            Bergson felt the event of the First World War this way. Before it broke out, it appeared both possible and impossible (the similarity with the suspense surrounding the Iraq war is total), and at the same time he experienced a sense of stupefaction at the ease with which such a fearful eventuality could pass from the abstract to the concrete, from the virtual to the real.

            We see the same paradox again in the mix of jubilation and terror that characterized, in a more or less unspoken way, the event of 11 September. It is the feeling that seizes us when faced with the occurrence ofsomething that happens without having been possible.

            In the normal course of events, things first have to be possible and can only actualize themselves afterwards. This is the logical, chronological order. But they are not, in that case, events in the strong sense.

            This is the case with the Iraq war, which has been so pre­dicted, programmed, anticipated, prescribed and modelled that it has exhausted all its possibilities before even taking place. There is no longer anything of the event in it. There is no longer anything in it of that sense of exaltation and horror felt in the radical event of 11 September, which resembles the sense of the sublime spoken of by Kant. The non-event of the war leaves merely a sense of mystifica­tion and nausea.

            It is here we must introduce something like a metaphysics of the event, indications of which we find once again in Bergson.

            Asked if it was possible for a great work to appear, he replied: No, it was not possible, it is not possible yet, it will become possible once it has appeared: “If a man of talent or genius emerges, if he creates a work, then it is real and it thereby becomes retrospectively, retroactively possible”.6

            Transposed to events, this means that they first take place, ex nihilo as it were, as something unpredictable. Only then can they be conceived as possible. This is the temporal paradox, the reversed temporality that designates the event as such.

            As a general rule, we conceive of an ascending line running from the impossible to the possible, then to the real. Now, what marks out the true event is precisely that the real and the possible come into being simultaneously and are immedi­ately imagined. But this relates to living events, to a living temporality, to a depth of time that no longer exists at all in real time.

            Real time is violence done to time, violence done to the event. With the instantaneity of the Virtual and the precession of models, it is the whole depth of field of the duree, of origin and end, that is taken from us. It is the loss of an ever-deferred time and its replacement by an immediate, definitive time.

            Things have only to be concentrated into an immediate presentness by accentuating the simultaneity of all networks and all points on the globe for time to be reduced to its smallest simple element, the instant – which is no longer even a “present” moment, but embodies the absolute reality of time in a total abstraction, thus prevailing against the irruption of any event and the eventuality of death.

            Such is “real time”, the time of communication, information and perpetual interaction: the finest deterrence-space of time and events. On the real-time screen, by way of simple digital manipulation, all possibilities are potentially realized – which puts an end to their possibility. Through electronics and cybernetics, all desires, all play of identity and all interactive potentialities are programmed in and auto-programmed. The fact that everything here is realized from the outset prevents the emergence of any singular event. Such is the violence of real time, which is also the violence of information.

            Real time dematerializes both the future dimension and the past; it dematerializes historical time, pulverizes the real event. The Shoah, the year 2000 – it did not take place, it will not take place. It even pulverizes the present event in news coverage [l’information] which is merely its instantaneous image­-feedback.

            News coverage is coupled with the illusion of present time, of presence – this is the media illusion of the world “live” and, at the same time, the horizon of disappearance of the real event. Hence the dilemma posed by all the images we receive: un­certainty regarding the truth of the event as soon as the news media are involved. As soon as they are both involved in and involved by the course of phenomena, it is the news media that are the event. It is the event of news coverage that substitutes itself for coverage of the event.

            The historic time of the event, the psychological time of affects, the subjective time of judgment and will, the objective time of reality – these are all simultaneously thrown into question by real time. If there were a subject of history, a subject of knowledge, a subject of power, these have all disappeared in the obliteration by real time of distance, of the pathos of distance, in the in­tegral realization of the world by information.

            Before the event it is too early for the possible. After the event it is too late for the possible. It is too late also for representation, and nothing will really be able to account for it. September 11th, for example, is there first – only then do its possibility and its causes catch up with it, through all the discourses that will attempt to explain it. But it is as impossible to represent that event as it was to forecast it before it occurred. The CIA's experts had at their disposal all the information on the possibility of an attack, but they simply didn't believe in it. It was beyond imagining. Such an event always is. It is beyond all possible causes (and perhaps even, as Italo Svevo suggests, causes are merely a misunderstanding that prevents the world from being what it is).

            We have, then, to pass through the non-event of news coverage (information) to detect what resists that coverage. To find, as it were, the “living coin” of the event. To make a literal analysis of it, against all the machinery of commentary and stage-management that merely neutralizes it. Only events set free from news and information (and us with them) create a fantastic longing. These alone are “real”, since there is nothing to explain them and the imagination welcomes them with open arms.

            There is in us an immense desire for events. And an immense disappointment, as all the contents of the information media are desperately inferior to the power of the broadcasting machinery. This disproportionality creates a demand that is ready to swoop on any incident, to crystallize on any catastrophe. And the pathetic contagion that sweeps through crowds on some particular occasion (the death of Diana, the World Cup) has no other cause. It isn't a question of voyeurism or letting off steam. It's a spontaneous reaction to an immoral situation: the excess of information creates an immoral situation, in that it has no equivalent in the real event. Automatically, one wants a maximal event, a “fateful” event – which repairs this immense banalization of life by the information machine. We dream of senseless events that will free us from this tyranny of meaning and the constraint of causes.

            We live in terror both of the excess of meaning and of total meaninglessness. And in the banal context  of social and political life these excessive events are the equivalent of the excess of signifier in language for Lévi-Strauss: namely, that which founds it as symbolic function.

            Desire for events, desire for non-events – the two drives are simultaneous and, doubtless, each as powerful as the other. Hence this mix of jubilation and terror, of secret elation and remorse. Elation linked not so much to death as to the unpredictable, to which we are so partial. All the justifications merely mask precisely this obscure desire for events, for overthrowing the order of things, whatever it may be.

            A perfectly sacrilegious desire for the irruption of evil, for the restitution of a secret rule, which, in the form of a totally unjustified event (natural catastrophes are similarly unjustified), reestablishes something like a balance between the forces of good and evil. Our moral protestations are directly proportionate to the immoral fascination that the automatic reversibility of evil exerts on us.

            They say Diana was a victim of the “society of the spectacle” and that we were passive voyeurs of her death. But there was a much more complex dramaturgy going on, a collective scenario in which Diana herself was not innocent (in terms of display of self), but in which the masses played an immediate role in a positive “reality show” of the public and private life of Lady Di with the media as interface. The paparazzi were merely the vehicles, together with the media, of this lethal interaction, and behind them all of us, whose desire shapes the media – we who are the mass and the medium, the network and the electric current.

            There are no actors or spectators any more. We are all immersed in the same reality, in the same revolving respons­ibility, in a single destiny that is merely the fulfillment of a collective desire. Here again we are not far removed from Stockholm Syndrome: we are the hostages of news coverage, but we acquiesce secretly in this hostage-taking.

            At the same time we violently desire events, any event, provided it is exceptional. And we also desire just as passionately that nothing should happen, that things should be in order and remain so, even at the cost of a disaffection with existence that is itself unbearable. Hence the sudden convulsions and the contradictory affects that ensue from them: jubilation or terror.

            Hence also two types of analysis: the one that responds to the extreme singularity of the event and the other whose function might be said to be to routinize it – an orthodox thinking and a paradoxical thinking. Between the two there is no longer room for merely critical thought.

            Like it or not, the situation has become radicalized. And if we think this radicalization is that of evil – evil being ultimately the disappearance of all mediation, leaving only the clash between extremes – then we must acknowledge this situation and confront the problem of evil. We do not have to plump for the one or the other.

            We experience the simultaneous attraction and repulsion of the event and the non-event. Just as, according to Hannah Arendt, we are confronted in any action with the unforeseeable and the irreversible. But, since the irreversible today is the movement towards virtual ascendancy over the world, towards total control and technological “enframing”, towards the tyranny of absolute prevention and technical security, we have left to us only the unpredictable, the luck of the event. And just as Mallarmé said that a throw of the dice would never abolish chance – that is to say, there would never be an ultimate dice throw which, by its automatic perfection, would put an end to chance – so we may hope that virtual programming will never abolish events.

            Never will the point of technical perfection and absolute prevention be reached where the fateful event can be said to have disappeared. There will always be a chance for the troubling strangeness [das Unheimliche] of the event, as against the troubling monotony of the global order.

            A fine metaphor for this is that video artist who had his camera trained on the Manhattan peninsula throughout the month of September 2001, in order to record the fact that nothing happens, in order to film the non-event. And banality went right ahead and blew up in his camera lens with the Twin Towers!


Jean Baudrillard is among the most important theorists of our time. He has been employing theory to challenge the real for many years.  His recent books include The Intelligence of Evil or the Lucidity Pact (2005), The Spirit of Terrorism and Requiem For The Twin Towers (2002),  Cool Memories IV (2004) and Passwords (2003). His most recent book (with Enrique Valiente Noailles) Les Exilés du dialogue. Paris: Galilée, 2005, is not yet in print in English translation.  He is an editor of the International Journal of Baudrillard Studies.
 

1 Editor’s note: This article appears in Jean Baudrillard. The Intelligence of Evil or the Lucidity Pact. New York: Berg Publishing, 2005. Translation and endnotes 2 through 6 by Chris Turner. Reprint by permission of Berg Publishing, see: www.bergpublishers.com

2 The works referred to here are by J. Seward Johnson and the late Michael Richards, respectively.

3 The French terms “la sécurité” and “l'insécurité” advert more clearly than their English cognates to the debate on what is colloquially known in English as “law and order”.

4 “L'information” in French has a broader range of reference than in English, de­noting both information in the English sense, where it connects with informa­tion technology (l'informatique), and also news coverage in a general sense (cf. la presse d'information: the newspapers).

5 “Fake events” in English in the original.

6 Henri Bergson. La pensée et Ie mouvant. Third edition, Paris: PUF, 1990:110.

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