Art and fear virilio pdf

In this essay Virilio is for the most part involved with exposing a silence that has lost its ability to 'speak', with a mutism that takes the form of a censorship of silence in an age awash with the obscenity of noise. U nrestricted ' Son et Lumiere' even ts and ' live' art exhibitions, for instance, currently flood many social and cultural spaces.

Assuming a historical perspective, he points to the previously neglected significance of the appearance and imposition of talking pictures or ' talkies' in the 1 s. In fact, i n Virilio's opinion, it was in this period that citizens who indicated silence as a mode of articulation were first j udged to assent to the diminishing power of silent observation and the increasing supremacy of the a udio-visual. I n our day, however, the question according to Virilio is whether the work of art is to be conside red an object th a t m u s t b e looked a t o r lis tened to.

O r , alternatively, given the reduction of the position of the art lover to that of a component in the multimedia academy's tybernetic machine, whether the aesthetic and ethical silenc.

Nevertheless, it appears in ' Silence on Trial' that Virilio's interpre tation of the new information and communications technologies of 'hyper-abstraction ' , such as the Internet, is shaping new forms of theoretical exploration that are. For in this essay Virilio also contemplates the speed of sound.

As he describes it, the contemporary technique of painting with sound , lacking figures or images, first emerged in the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries in the works of Wagner and Kandinsky, Schwitters, Mondrian and Moholy-Nagy.

People today, for exampl e , have to endure t h e pressure of the 'ambien t m urmuring' of incessant muzak a t the art gallery, at work or at the shopping centre. Furthermore, their silence on such matters is, in Virilio's terms, connected wi th the closing phase of the aesthetics of disappearance that is also the gateway to a new 'aesthetics of absence', an absence where the silence of the visible is abolished by the sound of audio-visual multimedia.

However, as Virilio m akes clear, in s truggling against the aesthetics of absence in the name of the silence of the visible, i t is important not to overemphasize the sign i fi c a n c e of the visual cinematic i m age in. From his perspective, this is due to the fact that cinematic images saturate human consciousness and are more damaging than often recognized.

Virilio places his hopes in the ' accident of the visible' and the annihilation of the audio-visual by a politics of silence. Dating the contemporary crisis in the plastic arts from the invention of the talkies, he insists that this is the b asis of the resulting conde mnation of human deafness and the marketing of sound that has given rise to the ' trauma of the ear'.

E q ually significantly, Virilio is especially sceptical of the insertion of speech into the image, owing to the fact that the art lover rapidly becomes a casualty of the speed of sound and a prisoner of the noise of the visible. I t'"is also impOl'tant to keep in mind that for him the arts are presen tly transfixed by a will to noise, a phenomenon whose objective is the purging of silence. For these reasons, as Virilio und erstands it, the turmoil in contemporary visual art is no t the consequence of the development of photography or the cinema but the outcome of the creation of the talkies.

S uch a declaration in addition relates to his questioning of the waning of oral traditions that unsurprisingly for Virilio entails the ever ' telepresent' talking image and the ever fainter presence of silent reality. To say nothing,. I mplicated in Virilio's final thoughts about contemporary art's losing ground to sonority on account of i ts immediacy is his on-going resistance to the end of spontaneous reactions to works of art and the continuing imposition of the conditioned reflex action.

Virilio's purpose at this juncture is to disrupt those graphic arts that unreservedly rely on the speed of sound. This s trategy is typical of Virilio's 'pitiful' artistic stance and of his preceding radical cultural analyses.

In The Art of the Motor and in 'Silence on Trial', for instance, Virilio rej ects the screaming and streaming m ultimedia performances of the body artist, S telarc. As Virilio notes, it is of fundamental importance that the hyperviolence and hypersexuality that at present rule the screens of hypermodernity are challenged given that they are the supreme instigators of social i nsecurity and the crisis in figurative art. H e understands the art of the mass media consequen tly as the most perilous effort yet to manage the silen t maj ority through a spurious voice conveyed through public opinion polls, corporate sponsorship and advertising.

Virilio thus laments the eradication of the modern 'man of art'. S uch a loss to him is also an injury to all those who still yearn to speak even when they remain silent. By explaining in 'Silence on Trial' that such forces plan to extend the motorization of art while removing the sensations of the human subject, Virilio concludes that, for him at least, cybernetic art and politics have limits that do not include murder.

Commentators on Virilio's A rt and Fear might claim that his powerful speculations on contemporary media are the conj ectures of a cri tic of the art of technology who h as lost hope in the ability of modernism and hypermodernism to effectively face up to rising hyperviolence and hypersexuality.

His works and interviews as a rule are, however, very much concerned with circumventing the d angers of an indiscriminate aesthetic p essimism.

Yet it does appear in 'A Pitiless Art' and 'Silence on Trial' as if he is at times perhaps excessively disparaging of the trends and theories associated with contemporary. In condemning pitiless art and the recent ordeal experienced by those seeking a right to silence without implied assent, he is possibly rather too cautious with regard to the practices of contemporary art.

For Virilio, however, the humiliation of the art lover through the imposition of pitiless images and ear-splitting sound systems in the art gallery and elsewhere is not so much the beginning of an aes thetic debate as the beginning of the end of humanity. I n the same way, the thinking behind Virilio's recent writings on the idea of a contemporary multimedia academy only adds to the feeling that he increasingly proposes a type of criticism that is an tagonistic towards acad emia generally.

One difficulty with this sort of strategy is that in order to oppose accepted theoretical dialogues on art and poli tics Virilio is obliged to ignore or to engage with them and in both instances thereby draw attention to the fact that his work cannot sustain i tself without. Virilio's dilemma, of course, then develops into that of both being censured for his lack of fa.

In other words, Virilio is from time to time in danger of s taging a debate wi th only himself in attendance. In so d oing he can occasionally be read as if he is unaware that a body artist like Stelarc also criticizes multimedia academicism as well as traditional conceptions of identi tY.

He is, in short, developing a stimulating mode of theorizing in these essays, which moves away from that typically found in contemporary art. What is absolutely vi tal for Virilio is the technological means by which con-. As a result of such heartfelt aesthetic declarations, Virilio is q uick to single out the hypersexuality of contemporary pornography as the most recent source of pitiless representations and sadistic ideas.

Given that contemporary artists and specialists in pornography have twisted pi tilessness and noise into the rallying call of a to tally d es t ruc tive and increasingly non-representational regime, it is hardly surprising that Virilio senses that he must dissociate his work from what might be called the 'aesthetics of Auschwitz'.

He thus not only refuses the collective delusion that Auschwitz was a singular historical event but also Adorno's assertion that to write poetry after it is barbaric. Virilio wants to recognize that in video and film, TV and on the Internet, Auschwitz inhabits us all as a fundamental if often repressed component of contemporary processes of cultural. In jeopardy of preoccupying itself with virtualized self-absorption, contemporary art, Virilio argues, as well as humanity, has attained such a level of 'self:'alienation' that i t can now 'experience its own destruction as an aesthetic pleasure of the first order,.

In 'A Pitiless Art' and 'Silence on Tri al ' , however, it is not so much Virilio's aesthetics of disappearance that takes centre s tage b u t rather his reconsideration of twentieth-century art and especially its associations with the ruling audio-visual regime of contemporary art. For him, these and other artists and the multimedia events they perform disclose their anti-. Virilio condemns pitiless art and the destruction of silence as a consequence of his belief that the mutism intrinsic to contemporary body art s hows the way to the terrorization of the real body by the virtual body.

Virilio's words of warning to contemporary artists are that to stop thinking about the Second World War and Auschwitz is to forget the reality of the horror of war and the violence of extermination. It is to ignore the responsibility to value the body and its alternating attachments to silence and noise. In evoking this responsibility, Virilio explains that he employs his Christian humanist critique of war, alienation and cruel ty in an artistic and political sense, perhaps a s an aide-memoire of a further precise obligation to poetry or as an awareness of the aesthetics of Auschwitz.

Hypermodern art is for Virilio a manifestation of a contemporary aesthetics that aspires to celebrate Nietzschean violence while discounting a crisis of meaning that is so profound that it is fast becoming indistinguishable from what he describes in 'A Pitiless Art' as 'the call to murder and torture'.

As a constant critic of the art of technology and the curre n t attack on representation, Virilio is intensely uneasy about the development of pitiless art. He challenges its claim to a freedom of expression that demands the implosion of aesthetics, the explosion of dread and the u nleashing of a worldwide art of nihilism and a politics of hate.

Virilio thus looks to reclaim a poignant Qr pitiful art and the politics of silence from an art world enchanted by its own extinction because to refuse pity continuation of war. But, more thari this, in the pages that follow, he seeks to go beyond the gates of pitiless art and the prosecution of silence in order to explore the aes thetics of Auschwitz, the source of all our contemporary art and fears.

John Armitage This pitiless century, the twentieth. Albert Camus. This evening we are not going to talk about piety or impiety but about pity , the pitiful or pitiless nature of ' contemporary art'.

So we will not be talking about p rofane art versus sacred art but we may well tackle the profanation of forms and bodies over the course of the twentieth century. For these days when people get down to debate the relevance or awfulness of contemporary art, they generally forget to ask one vital question : Contemporary art, sure, but contempormy with what? What I saw there were images from contemporary art and I found that absolutely terrifying. Looking at the exhibits of suitcases, prosthetics, children's toys, I didn' t feel frightened.

I didn ' t collapse. I wasn' t completely overcome the way I had been walking around the camp. In the Museum, I suddenly had the impression I was in a museum if contemporary art. I took the train back, telling myself that they had won!

They had won since they'd produced forms of perception that are all of a piece with the mode of destruction they made their own. At the dawn of industrial moderni ty, Baudelaire declared, 'J am the wound and the knife. Dada today is still for war. Life should hurt. Twenty years later the ' Theatre of Cruelty' would not be the one defined by Antonin Artaud but by Kafka, that prophet of doom of the metamorphosis engineered by the camps, the smashing to smithereens of humanism.

The slogan of the First Futurist Manifesto of 1 'War is the world's only hygiene' led directly, though. And Breton ' s ' S urrealism' , following hot on the heels of D ada, emerged fully armed from the fireworks of the Great War where common reali ty was suddenly transfigured by the magic of explosives and poison gases at Ypres and Verdun.

Perhaps at this juncture it i s worth remembering Paul Celan, the German poet who committed suicide in Paris in 1 9 70, the same year that painter Mark Rothko did in New York. But why stop there in art's death roll, featuring as it does a constant suicide rate from the self-destruction of Vincent van Gogh, ' th e man with the missing ear'?

You would think the drive to extinguish the suffocating cul ture o f the bourgeoisie consisted specifically in exterminating oneself into the bargain. Remember what Friedrich Nietzsche advised: 'Simplify your life: die!

Short of committing a real crime by killing innocent passers-by with a bomb, the pitiless contemporary author of the twen tieth century attacks symbols, the very meaning of a ' pitiful' art he assimilates to ' academicism'. Take Guy Debord , the French Situationist, as an example. I n 1 95 2 , speaking about h i s Film Without Images, which mounted a defence of the Marquis de Sade, Debord claimed he wanted to kill the cinema 'because it was easier than killing a passer-by'. You would think it was not so much impressionism that laid the foundations for the latter as the nihilism of the calamitous intelligentsia of nineteenth-century Russia, with men like Netcha'iev decreeing that one had to 'forge full steam ahead into the mire'.

The new German painting, naturally, represents current sensibility in Germany and it really frightens me. The demons of gothic pictures are child's play when it comes to the human, or, rather, inhuman, heads of a humanity bent on destruction.

They would like to carve the Germans of tomorrow o u t of fresh meat. So wrote the great art dealer, Rene Gimpel, in his diary of Year's Day, 1 Thoroughly convinced of the lethal character of the works of Oskar Kokoschka, Emil Nolde or the sculptor, Lehmbruck, Gimpel goes on to tell us that there never has been any such thing as old-master art or modern or contemporary art, but that the ' old master' shaped us, whereas the 'contemporary' artist shapes the perception of the next generation, to the point where no one is 'ahead of their time for they are their time, each and every day'.

How can we not subscribe to this statement of the bleeding obvious if we compare the fifteenth-century PIE TA OF A VIGNON with the sixteenth-century lssenheim Altarpiece of M atthis Grunewald both pi tiful works the ' expressionism' of the German master of the polyptych illustrating the atrocity of the battles and epidetnics of his time in the manner of Jerome Bosch? B u t i t shows all the impropriety o f profaners and torturers, all the arrogance of the executioner.

The whole process, moreover, implies that the 'image' suffices to give art its meaning and significance. At one extreme the artist, like the journalist, is redundant in the face-off between performer and viewer. Yet the conformism of abjection is never more than a habit the twentieth century has enjoyed spreading round the globe.

Here, the brutality is no longer so much aimed at warning as at destroying, paving the way for the actual torturing of the viewer, the listener, which will not be long coming thanks to that cybernetic artefact: the interactive feed-back if virtual reality. This is how Rothko put it: ' I studied the figure. Only reluctantly did I realize i t didn' t correspond to my needs. Using human representation, for me, meant mutilating it'.

Shot of all moral o r emotional compromise, the painter seeks to move ' towards the elimination of all obstacles between the painter and the idea, between the idea and the onlooker'.

This is the radiographic triumph of transparence, the way radiation of the real in archi tecture today. Thirty years on, how can we fail to feel the concentration of accumulated hate in every square metre of the ' uncivil cities' of this fin de siecle? I f God died in the nineteenth century, according. Let's not repeat their crimes, let's not become nfgationists of art.

To sufer with or to sympathize with? That is a question that concerns both ethics and aesthetics, as was clearly intuited by Gericault, the man who made his famous ' portraits of the insane' at La Salperriere Hospital in Paris over the winter of 1 at the invitation of one Dr Georget, founder of 'social psychiatry'. Gericault's portraits were meant to serve as classificatory sets for the alienist's students and assistants. Driven by a passion for immediacy, Gericault sought to seize the moment whether of madness or death live.

The art of painting at the time was already busy. I NTERACT I VITY was actually born i n the nine teenth century with the telegraph, certainly, but also and especially with clinical electricity, which involved p lanting electrodes on the faces of the human guinea pigs used in such ' medical art' as practised by Dr D uchenne de Boulogne. Already i n the eighteenth cen tury j ust prior t o the French Revolution, this confusion of cold-bloodedness with a mode oj perception that allowed the doctor or surgeon to diagnose illness due to the ability to repress emotion pity had contaminated the artistic representations o f ' naturalistic' painters and engravers.

Jacques Agoty, for instance, as a painter and anatomist on the trail of ' the invisible tru th of. But the truly decisive s tep had to wait until much more recently, till 1 , with ' The World of Bodies' exhi bition at the the M a n nheim Museum of Technology and Work L andesmuseum fur Technik und Arbeit , where close to ,00 0 visitors rushed to contemplate 20 0 human corpses presented by Gunther von Hagens.

The German anatomis t actually has invented a process for preserving the d ead and , in particular, for sculpting them, by plastination, thereby taking things a lot further than the mere embalming of mummies.

S tanding tall like statues of antiquity, the flayed cadavers either b randished their skins like trophies of some kind or showed off their innards in imitation of Salvador D ali's Venus de Milo with drawers.

A kind of slide occurs as a result of this Mannheim terrorist manifesto, j ust as it does with the exhibi tion 'Sensation' in London and New York: it will not be long before we are forced to acknowledge that the German Expressionists who called for murder were not the only avant-garde artists.

By the same token so were people like Ilse. The p lace was B uchenwald. The woman they would call ' the Bitch Dog of Buchenwald' actually enj oyed aesthetic aspirations pretty similar to those of the g ood Dr von Hagens, for she had certain d e tai n ees sporting tattoos skinned so that she could turn their skins into various objects of art bru t, as well as lampshades. The story goes that Rudolf Schwarzkogler actually died after a bout of castra tion he inflicted on himself during one of his performance p ieces that took p lace without a single viewer in the huis clos between the artist and a video camera.

At the close of the twentieth century, with Stelarc, the Australian adept at ' body art', the visual arts Schopenhauer wro te were 'the suspension of the pain of living' would turn into a headlong rush towards pain and death for individuals who have gradually developed the u nconsidered habi t of leaving their bodies not so much ' to science' as to some sort of clinical voyeurism harking back to the heyday of a certain Dr Josef M e ngele who perfo r m e d e x p e r i m e n ts w e all know a b o u t, AUSCHWITZ-BI RKENAU for a time becoming the biggest genetic laboratory in the world.

Well, art is every bit as. By way of illustrating the path the impiety of art has taken in the twentieth century, let's look at two types of funerary imagery back to back, though these are separated by almost 2 , years. In Cambodia at the going down of a pitiless cen tury, the photographic identity of the detainee was filed before they were put to death. In the twinkling of an eye we have, on the one hand, the birth of the portrait in all its humility, its d iscretion.

Two versions of an ' art' that French artist, Christian Boltanski, has tried to pull off according to his own ligh ts in order to fend off forgetting,. It is better to be an object oj desire than pity, they say. Once the province of advertising, this adage surely now belongs to the realm of art, the d esire to consume yielding to the desire to rape or kill. If this really is the case, the academicism of horror will have triumphed, the proJane art of modernity bowing down before the sacred art of conformism, its primacy, a conformism that always spawns ordinary everyday fascism.

How can we fail to see that the mask of modernism has been concealing the most classic academicism: that of an endlessly reproduced stand ardiz a tion of opinion, the duplication of 'bad feelings' identically reproducing the duplication of the 'good feelings' of the official art of yore? How can we ultimately fail to twig that the apparent impiety of contemporary art is only ever the inverted image of sacred art, the reversal of the creator's initial question : why is there something instead oJ nothing?

Finally, just like the mass media, which no longer peddle anything other than obscenity and fear to satisfy the ratings, contemporary nihilism exposes the drama of an aesthetic of disappearance that no.

And speaking of disappearance and decline, note the underhand way the naif painters have been bundled away: without wanting to wheel out yet again the 'Douanier' Rousseau, whose masterwork, War, inspired Picasso's Guernica, think of painters like Vivin or Bauchant.

Why the Freudian lapse? Do we really believe that this trend of art's towards ingenuity suddenly stopped in its tracks, decidedly too p itiful like that ingenu lib ertin , Raoul Dufy? I t will not be long before the drawings of kindergarten children are banned, replaced by digital calligraphic exercises.

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Incredibly narrow viewpoints that are very right leaning - borderline fear mongering. His ideas are interesting, but overly excitable.

Name dropping like an Art Historian. This went over my head a few times and I've studied art history for almost 4 years. Oh, and formatting for whatever version I read was atrocious translated by Julie Rose. Her preface was exceedingly dry and boring and her translation is both verbose and complicated.

It seemed like "vocabulary words" were capslocked. It also Incredibly narrow viewpoints that are very right leaning - borderline fear mongering. I don't know what's worse: that or quoting yourself.

Haven't read Virilio's other work, and am not that interested to after this book. Someone would have to make a strong case. Will keep this book in the library for entertainment's sake, but is not a must read. Dec 08, Grace Suarez rated it it was ok. As others have stated, while Virillo brings up some interesting points about violence in art, I don't necessarily agree with him.

Auschwitz and WW2 were great tragedies, but say that all violence in art stems from those events also the shattering of humanism, the lowering of ethical values, the suicide rate in the bourgeoise community is a massive leap to make. An interesting read regardless. Sep 26, Christina rated it liked it Shelves: Great ideas and valid points made difficult to understand through loose argumentation.

Feb 02, Devon rated it it was ok. Jul 20, Mark rated it did not like it. Feb 28, Ben Walker added it Shelves: music , life. Not an easy book. Some incredible ideas, but by the time I mad it to the end I couldn't face going back to figure out what they were.

May 26, razonabilidad rated it did not like it. Mar 06, Victor added it. Interesting argument. He apparently did not like the German Expressionist painters and artists, and blamed them the atrocities of World War II. Feb 20, Nathalie rated it liked it. Virilio, in this book, compares how art symbolically and science militarily worked in the twentieth century at destroying the human form. Amy rated it liked it Jul 23, Joe rated it it was amazing Oct 14, Giamila rated it it was amazing Jan 17, Benny Profane rated it liked it Jul 31, Cat rated it it was amazing Jan 05, Fede rated it it was ok Mar 23,