Pandora hastened to replace the lid; but, alas! The whole contents of the jar had escaped, one thing only excepted, which lay at the bottom, and that was RHETORICAL AUDACITY. So we see at this day, whatever lame tendentiousness abounds, the Balls still remain to just follow through on rebranding bullshit as if it was the truth.  

Useless Idiots: The Leninist Avant-Reargarde

While Lenin and Trotsky can at least claim to have backed up their Viagra-infused braggadocio with some serious wet work, their ‘avant-garde’ cultural familiars amounted to little more than lukewarm flatus. Contrary to Žižek and Watson’s revisionism Lenin and Trotsky regarded their modernist hangers-on accordingly, half-heartedly pandering to them when it helped the Bolshevik brand but otherwise dismissing them with barely-disguised disdain[1], in the same manner Lenin dismissed his progressive liberal defenders as ‘useful idiots’. The disdain was well earned, as Andre Breton et. al. kept their art pretty distinct from their politics, with the former being largely avant-as-usual (ooohh, here’s a little anti-bourgeois Freudian frisson, ooohh, here’s the mildest of formal experimentation!) and the latter amounting to little more than manifesto-signing. This is most apparent when one compares the paragon of soft-Bolshevist modernism, Diego Rivera, to the unrepentant Stalinist daring of his contemporary, David Alfaro Siqueiros.  Read the rest of this entry »

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Ben Watson, the Blakean wit and poetic insurgent extraordinaire, is a difficult man to pin down. Only utilising his slave name for the purposes of communicating and proselytizing at the frequency of Babylon[1], via the medium of Quartet Books and its suitably eccentric owner Naim Attalah[2] and Wire magazine he slips out of the grip of administrative positivism like a lubed-up marsupial mole. Under the guise of his nom de poesie, Out To Lunch, Watson has been responsible for the death of seventeen accountants and twelve welfare reports. Though Watson shares Žižek love of ‘radical’ totalising theory in the form of Hegel, Žižek’s less-than-absolute embrace of Bolshevism condemns him to soft-cock, academic leftism in Watson’s eyes (Art, Class & Cleavage: Quantulumcunque Concerning Materialist Esthetix [beeyatchh!]: 121).  Read the rest of this entry »