Aesthetics
Maodada is the old man-child President who says: ‘10,000 years
are too long’ and ‘bomb the headquarters’, as if he
himself was not inside the headquarters. The Cultural Revolution was
the most massive collective political phenomenon ever known in the
entire history of humanity. Hundreds of millions of men, women, young
people, crossed billions of kilometres on foot, by train and bicycle to
rewrite history, to overturn Confucian conformism, to free human beings
from the capitalist psychology that remained despite the socialist
revolution. This process reached such a point of contradiction that
those who rebelled against conformism used the most conformist
violence, those who battled for liberation from the psychology of
arrivisme were distinguished by the most unbridled arrivisme, those who
struggled for equality exalted privilege, those who fought for the new
culture spread and publicized lack of culture, those who desired
liberty became the unintentional promoters of dictatorship. During this
process […] art […] became daily life. When […]
the Dadaists arrived on the scene, the first thing they shouted was:
‘Down with art! Down with daily life! Down with the separation
between art and daily life!’ In ’77 we said: ‘Dadaism
plus Mao’. – Radio Alice
Today the avant-garde is not moral commitment, beautiful soul,
ideological militancy, etc; the new realism is rather the testimony of
a desperate epoch, constructive punk realism, expressive violence and
shaking the techniques of mystification of communication. A single punk
fanzine contains more reality than all the novels of Ecco and Orsenna.
Disutopia – hope incarnated by that which we know can no longer
sustain it – is the line of light for our world. The violence of
our experience abstract, directed against us and against others, is the
only possibility for producing catharsis, but a continually frustrated
catharsis. This avant-garde that the sea of empty rose-colored fables
of the ‘prize-winning contemporary novel’ cannot manage to
annul. The avant-garde does not lead time, but rather is that which
constitutes it radically; it is the definition of the beautiful that we
have given and that becomes the conscious motor of production itself.
– Antonio Negri