Thursday 5 February 2009

An attempt to reconcile my politics with my philosophy


At the risk of offering anecdotal evidence, in my experience, arborescent thinking often leads to people compartmentalising their political allegiances and their philosophical leanings into two seperate entities. I suspect am guilty of this myself, but my excuse is that the immediacy of politics often make them collide with philosophy, which is often more of a long term goal. This seems quite contradictory, and is a model that has failed to work throughout the Western world until one section, the Far Right, gave up on utopianism all together, with the Left soon following with the collapse of the Soviet Union. These defeatist attitudes have left us in a state of aporia. We now seem to live purely in the present: if someone strikes you, you strike them back, often in the name of peace. In the end, as in the Middle-East/USA conflict, we forget who threw the first punch, and if we're lucky to be actively literate, recall the morally bankrupt British hand in the formation of Israel or the States' support for Saddam Hussein in the 1970s, but to no end goal. One is reminded of the comical conflict between the offenders and the defenders in Finnegans Wake, who eventually become one all-encompassing concept: the fenders.


I sometimes think that as beings with a functioning cerebral cortex, we have to be hypocritical, or at least non-doctrinal. When philosophy or science, both, I agree with Rorty, types of literature, become dogmatic, they cease to be good philosophy or good science. Yet the scale of the hypocrisy must be measured. Being flexible does not have to mean supporting Israel when you did not support apartheid South Africa. (In fairness, commentaries on Hamas have very much resembled what Reagan and Thatcher said about Nelson Mandela; although I of course agree with Edward Said that Palestine is still waiting for its version of Mandela.) And surely, the best way to solve a problem like Israel/Palestine, to continue using a topical example, is for all concerned parties to look at what the country must eventually become in order to be allowed to co-exist with the modern world - a cosmopolitan liberal democracy not unlike South Africa - and work backwards from there.


What is my preferred end product? I am unashamedly an anarchist. Yet all movements that seem to be a step in the direction of anarchism range between distasteful and downright cruel. Take, for instance, economic libertarianism, which shares an incestuous bed with both anarcho-capitalism and Randian Objectivisim. I am in this sense a socialist and a Left-winger, largely because the Marxists, in setting themselves up as mutual enemies of capitalism, have had the largest successes in criticising the status quo (with the possible exception of Bakunin, one of the first to rightfully point out that dogmatic Communism would lead to totalitarianism). So whilst I agree with, say, anarcho-syndicalists, in many respects, I can't help but feel they are focusing their efforts in the wrong area. The biggest question anarchism has had to face (I have witnessed and participated in some beatdowns in debates against my fellow anarchists over this subject) is healthcare. Hence, why I have rarely agreed with a quote more than I agree with the utilitarian William Godwin's:


"Above all we should not forget, that government is an evil, an usurpation upon the private judgment and individual conscience of mankind; and that, however we may be obliged to admit it as a necessary evil for the present, it behoves us, as the friends of reason and the human species, to admit as little of it as possible, and carefully to observe whether, in consequence of the gradual illumination of the human mind, that little may not hereafter be diminished."

The more I look at the world around me, as officials close down my local libraries and my government fails again and again to make education a priority, I realise that those in power realise this, too, and continue to make their assault on knowledge in order to prolong their necessity. One should look no further than the frankly despicable recent election campaigns in the United States. John McCain's vow to run a clean, respectful campaign resulted in him calling his opponent everything from a sexist to a terrorist sympathiser to a Marxist to an elistist (any one of which I would probably have welcomed were they aimed at me ;)). And now we discover Barack Obama's claim to end torture and the British government's claim to condemn it were not only false but conspiratorially so.


The problem with philosophical anarchism is that it breaks down by the very nature of its passivity. The zeitgeist of what is right and what is wrong has most usually been changed by radical or revolutionary individuals, such as Gallileo or Martin Luther King, who broke down the consensus in order to create a new one. Unfortunately people such as the women's suffrage campaigners did not compell people by the moral superiority of their arguments but at the force, passion and single mindedness they delivered them with. We must then draw inspiration from publications such as Einstein's Theory of Relativity, which could, within the sphere of scientific thought, be seen as a violent act, taking into account the effect it had on preconceived notions of, say, spectroscopy. Because the truth is that every lie our governments tell us, every library they close, every piece of spin a company puts on a product, is an act of violence, and we must respond by spreading knowledge and tearing down falsehoods in order to be in a situation where we can turn the other cheek, in the manner described by Tolstoy in his seminal treaty The Kingdom of God is Within You, without fear of being struck by an ignorant and powerful fist. That is the sick irony of the situation: that the analogy of the battlefield is inescapable, and we must find when and where the ends justify the means.


I do not, then, agree with neo-Luddites, who have more in common with the prosophobic Right than they would care to admit. Quite the opposite. If we can create a culture where our philosophic and our scientific progresses are paramount, we can achieve the socially-just, transhuman world we so desperately need in order to vindicate ourselves as a species. Already we can talk of germline engineering and celular manipulation of longevity in nature.


Vice-President Joe Biden posing with futurist
Steve Jurvetson, a photo that has disarmed my cynicism, however briefly.

I think this might be why I do a literature degree. Anarchy needs literature like birds need wings. There is something frightening and beautiful about both, which is why I was drawn to them. But in truth, anarchy is not alone in this respect. As Shelly put it:

"Reason is to imagination as the instrument is to the agent, as the body is to the spirit, as the shadow is to the substance."

"The great instrument of moral good is the imagination, and poetry administers to the effect by acting on the cause."

"Ethical science arranges the elements that poetry has created."

J.G. Ballard of course concurred but went a step further, saying that all fiction writers should be scientists. Whatever our political differences it might not be a bad thing to emphasise the things in life that matter, i.e. how we're all going to live together. Pride, partisanship and patriotism be damned if they get in the way. Long live science, literature and the arts. In my fictionalised review of the Sk-Interface exhibition I seemed justifiably frightened by a marriage of the three. But one guiding the other is probably not a bad idea at all, as long as that which is being lead does not fear rebelling from time to time: intellectual rebellion is the only way we truly advance.

Monday 2 February 2009

Comics are still best when they're in print...

... Not on the big screen. And recently a lot of that has been down to one man.

Although I have always described myself as a comic book reader (can't stand the term "graphic novel," myself), I've become more of an Alan Moore reader in recent years. But his movements have been harder and harder to follow as he went from the truly shit but readily available Awesome line to America's Best Comics onto more independent publishing in an attempt to escape the ever pervasive mainstream comics limelight that has followed him since his blockbuster turns for DC in the 80s. It's not that I think he has diminished as a writer, but having to wait for the trade paperback of, say, Promethea, (you can fucking forget about getting a copy of Lost Girls for less that £30) at some point took over from the unfettered, instantly attainable jouissance of simply buying the latest X-Men or JLA comic and reading it from cover to cover. So, a few years ago now, I gave my wallet a break and transitioned back into the casual, mainstream comic world.

It wasn't a second honeymoon, largely due to my traditional willingness to give Marvel the benefit of the doubt over DC. I followed the Big M's major events and regretted it: Civil War, for instance, was an excremental excuse for a pile of super-fights, World War Hulk more of the same except even more nonsensical, sort of Greg Pak's childish way of getting back at all those Thor fans who have no doubt pointed out to him over the years that Hulk's warcry of being the Strongest One There Is is hyperbole by having him dick The Sentry. I read back a bit and caught Batman: Hush from the DC side, which helped me truly understand the special hatred resevered for Jeph Loeb (as if I was in any doubt, I did skim through Red Hulk recently. Gracious me). And Jim Lee's bulging torsos and gritted teeth reminded me why I stopped putting myself through this shit in the 90s. Soon, as the cynic inside me had anticipated, I longed for the complex reference structure of a V For Vendetta or the interesting mis en scene of a Watchmen. Or, at the very least, something grown-up but fun enough to keep me entertained, like Chris Claremont-era X-Men/New Mutants/Excalibur. After experiencing Claremont's New Excalibur debacle, I wasn't hopeful. The man should, frankly, be banned from writing comics before all my good childhood memories are erased.

However, it wasn't all doom and gloom. I knew at least I could rely on Grant Morrison. And I wasn't disappointed. His run on New X-Men was cruel and fascinating, siccing Cassandra Nova and an insane, drug-addicted Magneto on Charlie's loveable mutants (with Frank Quietly's artwork complimenting the dark tone perfectly). His Batman had its ups (I enjoyed the "Batgod," the Bruce Wayne with a plan for absolutely everything, he and Mark Waid have seemingly conspired on giving us over the years) and downs (Batman & Son being a tired retread of an Elseworlds story) but in Batman: RIP the series reached its creative zenith, a challenging, multi-faceted and hugely rewarding yarn that got as many people talking about Batman comics as any storyline since Knightfall, or perhaps even The Dark Knight Returns. And I've utterly devoured any issue of Final Crisis I've been able to lay my paws on, it being an event that has improved massively upon its predecessor and more than lived up to Crisis on Infinite Earths.

My point? Simply that it's so reassuring to find a media where craft and hard work brings in the dosh (DC has sold fantastically well this year during Morrison's free reign, but what else would you expect when Arkham Asylum is still the biggest selling Batman trade paperback of all time?), even if it is "only comics." Television has succumbed to cheap "reality-TV," pro-wrestling hasn't placed a real emphasis on quality since Giant Baba passed away, the best films are coming out of places like Thailand and are difficult to acquire, theatre is overly reliant on celebrity and even opera has me agreeing with Jonathan Miller that the establishment needs a kick in the pants. Everywhere, the Western superstructure is so weak you have to filter through so much crap before you find a diamond, except in comics, where Dulness, whilst undeniably present, is battled on an even economic field.

Having Superman's powers, a comic book genius-level
intellect and a snazzy green suit won't stop you
from getting fucking owned if you muck about
with the real deal.

I offer as defining evidence Morrison's All-Star Superman, which surpasses even Moore's Tom Strong and run on Supreme as a non-canonical reconstruction of the original superhero. After years of post-Crisis Superman playing second fiddle in terms of strength to the other JLA powerhouses like Green Lantern, Martian Manhunter, The Flash and even his own cousin Supergirl (yes, they'd all trounce Clark these days), it's incredible and heart-warming to see a return to the reverence that hasn't been offered to this character in modern times. Okay, so Supes isn't smashing through the time barrier on pure speed without breaking a sweat or closing a black hole with his bare hands like he did in the, ahem, good old days. But the reason the Richard Donner Superman (1978) is still the best superhero comic book adaptation is that it tempered that apotheosis with humour, and if anything, All-Star Superman plays these two elements in an even more convincing tandem. Whether he's effortlessly bicep-curling 20 quintillion tons or trouncing demigods at arm wrestling, you're in no doubt who is Superman and who is not. And I don't want to give anything away to people who haven't read it, but the true genius of All-Star Superman is in its metafictional revelation that a world without Superman could not exist: he would still have to be invented. That this is told in a way that incorporates directed panspermia and Nietzsche should make it irresistable, at least to anyone who shares my tastes.

So drool over The Dark Knight's Guignol acting, "wow factor" setpieces, political opportunism and blunt directorship only if you're starved for the real deal. End this one-for-me, one-for-the-studio director culture and remember that there's a reason comics are comics and not films: they really can play by different rules. And sometimes, just sometimes, you might get that tickle in your soul you got when Jean Grey died, that little tug that nobody from Ingmar Bergman to David Tennant's Hamlet to Coronation Street has been able to replace. Best attempted with a free Saturday afternoon and a beanbag chair.