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Aristotle Versus Ad Reinhardt

I was very pleased to have this review published in the brilliant magazine Critique d’Art 64 – with a translation into French

64 | Printemps/été : CRITIQUE D’ART 64

Articles –https://journals.openedition.org/critiquedart/122227

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Aristotle Versus Ad Reinhardt

Anthony Howell

p. 39-47Traduction(s) :Aristote contre Ad Reinhardt

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Meredith Monk Calling

Meredith Monk Calling

Amsterdam : Hartwig Art Foundation ; Munich : Haus der Kunst ; Berlin : Hatje Kantz, 2024, 400p. ill. en noir et en coul. 29 x 23cm, eng

Biogr.

ISBN : 9783775754811. _ 58,00 €

Sous la dir. de Beatrix Ruf, Anna Schneider, Peter Sciscioli

Disordered Attention: How We Look at Art and Performance Today

Claire Bishop, Disordered Attention: How We Look at Art and Performance Today

London : Verso, 2024, 265p. ill. 22 x 15cm, eng

Index

ISBN : 9781804292884

Dance First Think Later, vol. 1 : le corps pensant entre danse et arts visuels = the thinking body between danse and visual arts

Dance First Think Later, vol. 1 : le corps pensant entre danse et arts visuels = the thinking body between danse and visual arts

Dijon : Les presses du réel ; Genève : Arta Sperto, 2024, 271p. ill. en coul. 29 x 21cm, fre/eng

Biogr.

ISBN : 9782970184003. _ 30,00 €

Sous la dir. d’Olivier Kaeser

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1Three books to review. The editors ask me “to give a critical reading of these books, which approach performance from an interventionist and political point of view while offering a reflection on the contemporary.” But where am I coming from? Well, I am a poet and a fox-hunting anarcho-communist who danced briefly with the Royal Ballet, who pioneered performance art in the seventies, and who teaches Argentine tango. I shall make no attempt to be objective in my reaction.

2Least interesting is the mega-monograph on Meredith Monk. It is basically a ‘coffee-table book’ – enormous, lavishly illustrated, with extra-large text (but to what purpose?). Monk embraces all the arts, combining singing and movement, installation, sculpture – you name it, she’s done it. But this is precisely my problem with her work, and, incidentally, that of Pina Bausch and Twyla Tharp. They sample. They pick up and steal snippets of concepts that were more deeply explored by the performance artists of their time.

3In London, for many years, we have tended to distinguish between performing arts and performance art. Performing arts is an all-embracing definition. So dance, opera, theatre, and all amalgamations of these, are included. Performance art, on the other hand, is a specific term referring to ‘actions’. These have largely (but not exclusively) derived from concepts developed in visual art. They include the live work of the surrealists and the dadaists between the wars; the work of actionist artists creating events in Austria then, Germany from the sixties onwards; the ‘happenings’ that visual artists performed in the 60s and 70s, Shamanistic art, spectacles that include bodily interventions such as cutting, bondage and cupping, and Stelarc flying over Amsterdam suspended from a crane on hooks inserted through his skin. Sometimes performance art is referred to as Live Art – I find this term confusing.

4Performance art is not dance. Dance is an illustrative medium. Merce Cunningham may have gone some way towards its liberation from music by dancing to the random noise generated by John Cage. But there was still the notion of accompaniment. Aristotle considered that “all arts aspire towards the condition of theatre” (where they served the common purpose of illustrating their subject). Ad Reinhardt maintained “that all the arts seek emancipation from each other”. Performance art is associated with the latter. It liberates action from illustrating music (dance) or accompanying a narrative (theatre). Action becomes an art in its own right. None of these books so much as mentions this issue. Because they confuse dance with action and never seriously address performance art, they all lean towards the Aristotelian notion – and naturally attempt to approach performance “from an interventionist and political point of view” – because that was the whole point of the drama and its catharsis. There was always a social subject.

5Dance First Think Later is largely a visual experience and some of its spreads I enjoyed, particularly those of Xavier Le Roy. I was pleased to see that it included at least a quote from Simone Forti, admittedly one related to dance. But Forti has created work that is genuine performance art – I recall being impressed by her action studies of animal movements back in the seventies. Nevertheless, this tome is not up my street. It is a book on contemporary dance that seeks to amalgamate dance with the ambience of international art exhibitions. This echoes my viewpoint that we’re still being led towards the trend to merge everything into a mish-mash – which must lead to a diversion from art itself (which is always concerned with its constraints – even when advertising its freedoms). Let me be even more subjective in my reaction: I have a problem with much that goes under the label of “contemporary dance”. While I enjoyed seeing Cage and Cunningham perform at the Fondation Maeght in Saint-Paul-de-Vence in the sixties, amid sculptures by Alberto Giacometti, what they did was actually inimitable. Chance action’s interplay with chance sound was their particular contribution to art philosophy. What we see today is dull imitation. Cage simply gives dancers the excuse not to listen to the music – so again, there is no constraint.

6At least, when I dance the tango, I must dance to the music – whether my movement be syncopated or not. But so much contemporary dance consists of endless undisciplined gestures, vapid technique, no need to dance to any beat. In her heyday, Martha Graham was involved in a far more considered discipline of movement, while the more or less forgotten Alwin Nikolais created fantastic dehumanisations of movement through costume innovations connected to kites.

  • 1 Sun & Sea (Marina) represented Lithuania at the 58th Venice Biennale. An opera-performance by

7Finally, to Disordered Attention, the most serious read of the three. Claire Bishop begins by identifying Sun and Sea – the installation by Vaiva Grainytė and Lina Lapelytė at the Venice Biennale in 2019 as a key work of its time1, and it does sound wonderful: a sandy beach to look down on, where opera singers in swimsuits, children, even a dog, created a locale perfect for sun-bathing and the singers sporadically sang their complaints about needing more sunscreen or the sea filling with algae, mixing the personal with the environmental. Bishop continues by describing the nature of attention in our time – mobiles and selfies, the Internet and social media, and the tendency to skim and to sample the text, while we worry about the rise of ADHD (Attention Deficient Hyperactivity Disorder). Rather than bemoan these tendencies, she embraces them, demanding new methods of teaching and a fluid acceptance of attention modes. She also offers a brief history of attention which is intriguing to read. She then presents four categories to be considered in contemporary art and performance: research-based art, the hybrid nature of spectatorship, interventions and déjà vu – the nostalgia for modernist architecture.

  • 2 James, Williams. The Principles of Psychology (1890), vol. 1, Cambridge (MA): Harvard University Pr (…)

8These categories do give an overview of the Zeitgeist prevailing today. She allows William James to define attention: “Everyone knows what attention is. It is taking possession by the mind, in clear and vivid form, of one out of what seem several simultaneously possible objects or trains of thought.”2 She calls this normative attention, and she points out how this clashes with “a contemporary culture of digital activity.” People chattered quite happily during 17th century performances and made assignations in each other’s boxes. Normative attention is largely a 20th-century notion. I have a Japanese woodprint of a Noh play – where the goings-on in the pit (snack-selling and flirtation) are of more interest than the stilted action onstage.

  • 3 Anthony McCall: Solid Light (27 June 2024–27 April 2025), Tate Modern, London

9The chapter on hybridisation discusses how “dance” has intruded on galleries once devoted to purely visual art. It is dance now merged with screenings, sometimes nostalgically projected through 16mm or some more antiquated technology. But as previously stated, all this aspiration towards the merger of forms leads to an overriding focus on subject-matter and a distraction from genuine sensation, where art is at is best – as attested by Anthony McCall’s Solid Light installations, shown recently at the Tate Modern3.

10Intervention is also problematic and Bishop fails to mention its precedents in the 20th century, as far as I could tell (there is no index). I would have mentioned the anti-oil demonstrations by Hayley Newman and others at the Tate (2010-2016). My own performance of a solo Table Move at the same gallery was attacked by a schizophrenic acquaintance back in the early 80s. This traumatised me, and I made no performances for several years after that. So I am not keen on interventions – again, most interventions assume an “accepted” political view.

11By the time I opened the final chapter on art based on a nostalgia for the architectural integrity of modernism my own eyes were beginning to glaze over, as Bishop says hers do when confronted by a Breuer chair, Oscar Niemeyer curves and deserted modernist buildings. What is it, then, that irritates me about this book, which does at least provide us with an authentic survey?

12Two things, first, the fairly skimpy acknowledgement of what had been achieved in the latter half of the 20th century. There is one mention of Robert Wilson, one of the writing on Performance Art: From Futurism to the Present by RosaLee Goldberg (1999). There is no understanding of what defined performance art in the first place, and when Bishop describes a street performance such as Kevin Beasley’s The Sound of Morning (2021), there is no reference to precedents in the street art of the 70s. There is a crisis of multitude. Blame it on creative writing classes perhaps, or the proliferation of arts PhDs. To make a survey of the contemporary scene is far more time-consuming than it would have been in my day.

13The second problem for me is the assumption of the author that we still admire the US and its artists and that most of us identify with the contemporary “democratic” values we associate with the Americans. I sometimes felt while reading this book that the artists chosen were useful as accompanists to Bishop’s political view: Pussy Riot good, Putin bad and so on, or whatever fits in comfortably with the current idées reçues. The soi-disant “Left” is no longer in any way left. It is instead a middle-class way of espousing “worthy” causes. The amalgamizing, algorithmic art of today is obliged to de-emphasise constraint and adopt such distractions. The language of this book is permeated with the irritating vocabulary of this trend – I am averse to the art generated by identity politics. There are artists I admire who happen to be black, green, queer, criminal, female and bestial –but – each of them defies categorisation of this nature.

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Notes

1 Sun & Sea (Marina) represented Lithuania at the 58th Venice Biennale. An opera-performance by

Rugilė Barzdžiukaitė, Vaiva Grainytė and Lina Lapelytė. Curator: Lucia Pietroiusti.

2 James, Williams. The Principles of Psychology (1890), vol. 1, Cambridge (MA): Harvard University Press, 1983, p. 381-382 quoted in: Bishop, Claire. Disordered Attention: How we look at art and performance today, London:Verso, 2024, p. 8

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Anthony Howell

Anthony Howell is an English poet, novelist and performance artist. He founded performance company The Theatre of Mistakes in 1974. This company made notable appearances at The Cambridge Poetry Festival (1975), at the Serpentine Gallery, and at the Stedelijk Museum Amsterdam (1976), at the Hayward Gallery, at the Biennale de Paris, and at FIAC in the Grand Palais (1977). His literary output includes poems and novels. He has also written a book on performance with Fiona Templeton, Elements of Performance Art (Ting Books, 1977). Howell was Senior Lecturer in Time Based Studies at the Faculty of Art, Design and Technology, University of Wales Institute, Cardiff, and the editor of Grey Suit: Video for Art & Literature (1993-1995). See https://anthonyhowelljournal.com/Haut de page

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Srebenica, atrocity or false flag?

Well, as for Srebenica, that Ursula von der Liar is begging us to remember, I don’t buy it. Let’s remember a few other events. The bombing of the Serbian broadcasting house, exterminating all Serb journalists. The expected prisoner exchange, when thousands of Serbian soldiers were supposed to be returned, but who never appeared. The ethnic cleansing of Serbs from contested areas of Yugoslavia, when children had to drive the trucks because there were no men. And remember that Srebenica was entirely reported by pro-Western journalists, and that Yugoslavia had the largest standing army in Europe (after the fall of the Soviet Union) and that Yugoslavia was a wonderfully successful communist country, and that these facts made it the target of the CIA and MI6. This was a colour revolution everyone bought into, long before we understood the role of the deep state in global affairs. The whole period should be re-examined, in the light of our contemporary consciousness of what happened to Libya, what happened to Iraq, what has just happened to Syria. Back then we were all far more naive and loved blowing our little whistles. And right now poor old Serbia is going through it again. Let’s explore the cracks in the narrative.

Belgrade TV and Broadcasting Centre

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Intermezzo

Can-Can dancers – artist unknown

Intermezzo

TO THE MEMORY OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE

Nini Patte-en-l’Air (Casino de Paris’)

The gold Casino’s Spring parterre

Flowers with the Spring, this golden week;

Glady, Toloche, Valtesse, are there;

But all eyes turn as one to seek

The drawers of Nini Patte-en-l’air.

Surprising, sunset-coloured lace,

In billowy clouds of gold and red,

They whirl and flash before one’s face;

The little heel above her head

Points an ironical grimace.

And mark the experimental eyes,

The naughty eloquence of feet,

The appeal of subtly quivering thighs,

The insinuations indiscreet

Of pirouetting draperies.

What exquisite indecency,

Select, supreme, severe, an art!

The art of knowing how to be

Part lewd, aesthetical in part,

And fin-de-siecle essentially.

The Maenad of the Decadence,

Collectedly extravagant,

Her learned fury wakes the sense

That, fainting, needs for excitant

This science of concupiscence.

ARTHUR SYMONS (Paris, May 14, 1892)

Symons has left this out of his Collected Poems. A shame as it is one of his best. Was it too risque?

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Charybdis

Charybdis swallowing a ship – drawn with the eyes closed.

Bayesian, the name of that yacht. Elementary, my dear Wat!

Scilla and Charybdis frequent the strait at Messina.

Water-spouts round Sicily are nothing new, it seems to me.

Another old dilemma has still to be resolved in the wake

Of any revolt – as is suggested by Percy Bysshe Shelley’s

Returning to the idiom in his essay A Defence of Poetry –  

Put with some pith, and still as true as it was in 1820:

“The rich have become richer, and the poor have become

Poorer; and the vessel of the state is driven between

The Scylla and Charybdis of despotism and anarchy.”

Analysis in Bayesian ways factors in advertisement,

Codifies prior knowledge in the form of a predicted

Distribution – so you know what profit you might make

Given you promote the item, even if it proves a fake.

And yet the best of plans may go awry and splendid lies

Go bottom up, just as extravagent yachts may capsize.

MK Ultra’s agents, unaware of their acts, morph into maniacs.

When entities arrive at their extreme, they turn into

Their opposite. Freud observed this in the way a dream

May substitute wet for hot, sour for the forbidden sweet

We each of us long to consume. Entanglement of true crime

And mythology? The yacht with the tallest mast in the world

Appears to have been sucked under by a water spout.

I turn in early, much new stuff to dream about.

The dream I have however, delves with some nostalgia

Into my lecturer days to earn my bread. And Jason arrives for a tutorial.

Since leaving art-school he has been afflicted by a

Wasting disease. Now he exists within a glass case

With circular holes to respire. His brain’s enclosed in chicken-wire;

His one remaining arm extending out of the case

So that his hand can caress the stalk of a dandelion.

Jason waxes lyrical about its ephemeral sphere

That can be dispersed as easily as a cloud into the air

And I say, from now on you can do anything, Jason,

Argue for the King’s assassination, shit on the floor

(I’m actually not so sure Jason does shitting any more).

No one is going to tell you what you are doing is crap,

They will do nothing but praise you. Not to do so would be

Anti-freakist. Next there is this girl who wants to perform

With a sheep, but the sheep’s no pet, and keeps wandering

Off the set. Clearly she was looking for a lamb. I get friendly

With the sheep which is dirty, but so what? Didn’t I

Grow up on a farm? The sheep is content to be my pillow

As I dream about going back into performance for a spell,

Recalling all my actions with a pig. A Tamworth sow.

Am I dreaming about a sheep because wolves are supposed to make

An appearance again in this book? I dreamt I had mislaid

My old jacket after a fatal row with my old friend.

It’s all very well remembering them, but dreams are supposed

To happen in one’s sleep. Should you recall

Such a detail, that detail from a dream can depress you

By leaving its dark trace through the hours of your day.

Better put all recollection away. But that gets you stuck on

Darktrace, cybersecurity company founded by the Brit tycoon

Mike Lynch – one of the six missing in the shipwreck

That occurred off Porticello, round the head from Palermo –

Darktrace has consolidated relations with the deep state rabbis

Of Mossad. And Darktrace is known to secret services,

Including Italian ones, but has close relationships in particular

With Tel Aviv who, according to a source interviewed

By Nova Agency, used Darktrace’s systems to locate

Leaders of Hamas. Lynch, also known as the

“British Bill Gates”, played a role in the birth of Darktrace.

From The Runiad, Book 12. The completed poem may by read for free on this Heyzine link.

Book 12 can be found on page 272, so move along the bar below the text to get to any specific page.

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More on Victor Hugo

I am fascinated by the art of Victor Hugo, recently seen at the RA. Here is a link to my essay on his work and that of Alexander Cozens. Modern Art is Over: Embrace Deep Art

There is also an article about his work in the New Statesman.

https://www.newstatesman.com/culture/art-design/2022/01/the-sinister-art-of-victor-hugo

I don’t see Hugo’s work as “modern art”. The first use I can find of the word “modern”, applied to a creative act, is George Meredith’s brilliant sequence of sonnets – “Modern Love”.

This is a sequence of fifty 16-line sonnets about the failure of a marriage, an episodic verse narrative that has been described as “a novella in verse”. It first appeared in 1862. I get the sense that it was Meredith’s intention to bring love “up to date”. This notion has persisted. Modern art is up to date – it’s the latest thing, and it always has been. Neither Cozens nor Hugo seem to have been interested in being up to date. If anything their work is nostalgic, harking back to a more gothic age, a romantic notion that had already faded.

The trouble is, today, being up to date is in itself dated. Modern art has simply come to mean trendy art; more aligned to the world of fashion than to artistic aspiration. Today, genuine originality will often seem unfashionable, out on its own bizarre limb.

And this is precisely why deep art appeals to me.

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Digital Masks

Very pleased to see this work by The Theatre of Mistakes on the front cover of Gazeta Grupy 404 – an arts magazine from Poznan in Poland.

Design by Maciej Koziowski.

It features a brilliant article on the relationship of art and propaganda, as well as poetry and other great pieces of writing, much of it in English as well as in Polish.

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Why “Runiad”?

Why Runiad as the title of the epic poem I have just completed?

Rune is a word which may be translated as ‘a secret, a mystery, a rumour or a whisper’. It can also suggest an enigmatic or incantatory line of verse. I chose Runiad as a contrast to the term “Ruliad” – which is a mathematical term defined as the sum of all possible theorems. My Runiad is therefore intended as an imaginary sum, the sum of all possible rumours, spells and charms. I wrote the poem over the years 2023 to 2025. It traces certain of my own experiences during that time, as well as the gossip heard, the rumours circulating during that time, the so-called conspiracy theories (as opposed to provable theorems).

When I began it, I had no further clue as to what its content might be. I knew that there would be twenty-four books, each twenty-three pages long, with three seven-line verses per page (except for the last page, which could have between one to three verses on it). This would bring it out to being the same length as the Odyssey. It was clear that I needed to know no more than this structure, to have no preconceived notion as to the poem’s content and to only “half-know” what it was I was writing. I wanted the poem to discover its content as it was being written. In a sense I wrote it as if I were a ‘seer’, or, in the sense used by William Burroughs, an antenna; picking up the lines as if they were vibrations or airwaves.

Shiva, the god of balance, was a guiding force – so I tried to balance art with science, legend with fact, love with war, dryness with juiciness, journalism with conjecture. It is intended to be read aloud, and to be read on the page.

The complete poem can be found by clicking on this Heyzine link.

It can be read from start to finish, or it can be read by choosing a book – or even a page – at random. John Ashbery referred to a system of prognostication called “Sortes Virgilae” – by which a personal reading was obtained by opening a page of Virgil’s Aeniad at random. The same method could be applied to the Runiad.

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Earth Day 2025 – Kristian Evans and Nathan Roach

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JPkBj7X1dfQ

A Film by Kristian Evans & Nathan Roach

This is one of the best poem/films I have come across. It often uses a constant moving image (reeds moving, waves breaking etc) which I have always found the ideal backdrop for focusing on the language, and Kristian Evans – who I have never heard of before – seems to me an excellent poet.

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