Posted by @ 12:00 pm on August 1st, 2011

Blood Rites of the Bourgeoisie
by Stewart Home
Book Works, 2010
120 pages / $19.99 Buy from Amazon


The New Poetics
by Mathew Timmons
Les Figues Press 2010
112 pages / $15.00 Buy from Les Figues




If you’re anything like me, you’re probably keen on the emergent discourse surrounding our current atemporal, altermodern new media status. Facebook, Flickr, Google, iPad, iPod, Myspace, Youtube, etc, etc: its all grist for contemporary philosophers, and writers too have attempted to capitalize on the ubiquity of Twitter feeds and Facebook updates – with mixed results. Zen literary terrorist Stewart Home and Los Angeles-based poet Mathew Timmons are both authors of recent books that are candidates for an emergent atemporal literature (for lack of a better term); what Home and Timmons have managed to do is to avoid the trap of the ever-expanding rotting mounds and heaps of aspiring internet-based fiction, and needless to say – that trap is the perennial lure of narrative storytelling.

It’s not so much that the urge to tell traditional narratives is dead or undesirable; it is more a question of convincingly reflecting registering the atemporal social reality in the developed world (presumably developing countries like South Sudan and North Korea are still telling themselves stories when they’re not dying of famine or scrambling for clean water). As futurist Bruce Sterling [1] puts it, practically no one immersed in our present new media network culture knows how to tell a proper “story.” The skill sets and the ideological impetus to even tell stories are simply not there. It’s just gone, Sterling tells us, and it isn’t coming back; to the degree that we have anything like a collective sense of progress or classical teleology – it’s been so ruptured by wiki-particles and hyperlinks, so shattered by search engines and BlackBerrys, so devoured by the global mass entertainment industry, that even the semblances to what was once a “story” are thoroughly unrecognizable as they are simply treated as “special effects” and juxtapositioned with other RPG fables from our pre-digital, pre-dial up modem past.

How, then, should we proceed from our current cultural impasse? Enter Stewart Home’s para-literary technique of recycling cyberwaste and appropriating penis enlargement spam emails by replacing generic references to women with the names of famous female artists. What?! Thus “Make Her Tremble With Pleasure!” becomes “Make Miriam Schapiro Tremble With Pleasure!” “Give Your Girlfriend the Best Orgasms Ever!” transforms into “Give Judy Chicago the Best Orgasms Ever!” Home’s book is rife with such examples, including an index listing abandoned porn quotes, and consequently Blood Rites of the Bourgeoisie is one of the most idiosyncratic examples of how the internet and today’s resulting network culture is the purest exemplification of what Lacan called the lamella. Lacan, in The Four Fundamental Concepts of Psycho-Analysis describes it this way:

The lamella is something extra-flat, which moves like the amoeba. . . . But it goes everywhere. . . . it survives any division, and scissiparous intervention. . . . Well! This is not very reassuring. But suppose it comes and envelops your face while you are quietly asleep . . . I can’t see how we would not join battle with a being capable of these properties. But it would not be a very convenient battle. This lamella, this organ, whose characteristic is not to exist, but which is nevertheless an organ . . . is the libido, qua pure life instinct, that is to say, immortal life, irrepressible life, life that has need of no organ, simplified, indestructible life. It is precisely what is subtracted from the living being by virtue of the fact that it is subject to the cycle of sexed reproduction.

Of course, many authors before Stewart Home have successfully shown that the internet is “something extra-flat;” after all, the web is always experienced on flat monitors, flat screens, flat windows; even augmented reality is virtually always flat. And prior authors too have shown that network culture itself can go simultaneously “everywhere” and nowhere, and survive “any division, and scissiparous intervention”; for all practical intents the net is indeed an “irrepressible life” that has “need of no organ.” Home, however, complicates this lamella a step further by showing how social media itself is “precisely what is subtracted from the living being by virtue of the fact that it is subject to the cycle of sexed reproduction.” It is precisely against this background that Home’s art-infused penis enlargement adverts gains a certain charm and menace (no matter how you chop them up, they multiply and sprout back up like over-sexed zombie smurfs). An attempt to subtract and delete these one-liners from our increasingly amorphous data cloud would only prove Home’s point: consumer society stimulates in us envy and unrealizable desires that are intrinsically tied “to the cycle of sexed reproduction.”

Note the subtlety. The Lacan quote I previously excerpted is not claiming that the lamella is something totally alien and separate from human experience, quite the contrary. The lamella is intimately linked with the cycle of sexed reproduction; in other words, there is something in us – let’s call it our libidinal organ, that is “immortal” but is nevertheless grounded in the cycle of sexed reproduction. The paradox here though is that if we were to violently remove this inhuman alien amoeba, all it would do is make us less human – not more. Lacan further complicates the picture by suggesting we ought to nonetheless battle this terrifying being; after all, “suppose it comes and envelopes your face while you are quietly sleeping.”

How are we to oppose this super-libidinal lamella that is our new media environ that threatens to swallow everything and dissolve all identities? In The New Poetics Timmons opts to use a search engine and an algorithm as a kind of strainer or distiller to accumulate just exactly what is new in our new media. The final list that Timmons ends up with contains over 100 pages of “The New,” each packet of new-ness adding to our increasingly efficient communal prosthetic memory. Here is a short sample of the project (in alphabetic order): The New Criticism / The New Cultural Productivity / The New Culture / The New Dawn / The New Day / The New Deal / The New Death / The New Debility. Though a fair number of “The New” are without footnote, a chosen few are supplemented with edited text. For example, under The New Emotion:

The New Emotion is a collection of movement: Automatic Mechanical Self-Winding Movement. The key concept of The New Emotion is a multimodal presentation by a lifelike agent of emotion expression. The computing industry of the 1990s enabled significantly higher image quality, boosting diagnostic accuracy with less radiation exposure, giving us The New Emotion.

Like Home, Timmons is very keen on transcoding data from one medium to another, the rhizomatic subversion of postmodern culture by recycling and repurposing cybertrash. Paradoxically the overwhelming sense one gets from actually sitting down and reading The New Poetics is a sense of movement. Perhaps Timmons has serendipitously come up with something novel by terming The New Emotion as “Automatic Mechanical Self-Winding Movement,” his edited texts translate into a sensation of wandering geographies and neighboring psychogeographies.

It is important to note that one thought that absolutely did not occur to me as I was reading Blood Rites and New Poetics was: O, gee – why am I not reading this on a Kindle or an iPad? Admittedly, I have my share of tech-savvy friends who are genuinely mystified by my attachment to books, especially books that are published by non-mainstream arts-oriented groups like Book Works and Les Figues. The New Logic: Why pay money and wait on snailmail for these rotting, outdated, arcane, analog relics of the industrial past when I can just download it on my wireless broadband network for free? A few thoughts on this topic: Firstly, are we aware to what degree our ideas about technology are time-based? Forty years from now the iPad and Kindle will look about as arcane and obsolete as the Walkman or 8-track; already, my cousins are using their iPads as frisbees as they and my parents have grown bored of both it and the Wii. As for the frailty of the book as a technology – I own books that are 40 years old; my Kindle, on the other hand, because of a hard stop at a freeway on ramp, has been replaced.

To avoid any misunderstandings, I’m not arguing here that Blood Rites and New Poetics shouldn’t be open-sourced, perhaps they should; nor am I arguing that the book is somehow superior to new media. It’s just that having both projects as physical books recognizes a certain sensibility that history is more or less a literary project. And let’s face it: we’ve lost the thread of history. If modernity lasted from some time in the 1920s to the late 1960s and postmodernity lasted from the early 1970s to some time in the 1990s, our current atemporal state shouldn’t last for more than a few decades. We can call it post-postmodernity, altermodernity, the Electronic Baroque era, pre-Singularity, pre-post humanity – whatever we decide to call it, we can at least agree that it’s atemporal. We’re neither here nor there, neither at the end of history nor at the return of history. We appear to be stuck in a holding pattern, in just another transitional state – but a transition into what? From mayhem to chaos, and back again?

It is precisely in the face of such unfamiliar terrain that it helps to have certain books to reorient the disoriented. Isn’t this precisely how Timmons’ book functions? The New Poetics as an aid to organize and structure reality for us in a playful, albeit earnest, manner. Will The New Poetics prevent another 9/11 or financial meltdown? Will it mitigate another oil disaster or reverse global warming? Stop catastrophic earthquakes and subsequent tsunamis? Probably not. Nonetheless, Timmons’ efforts can help us sort of get our heads around the sheer massive-ness and messiness of it all; just the process of listing and juxtapositioning “The New” in alphabetic order has the power to reveal the quotidian in “The New.” The New Poetics certainly induces us to gain a sense of the intrinsic oldness in the new; after all, every future is someone else’s past, every past is someone else’s future. Whether or not the Singularity happens in the next 30 years or another 100 years, it will likely be helpful to keep a sense of perspective when confronted with the new. Dream as we might no one gets a clean slate.

Not to end this review on such a lugubrious note, it dawned on me as I was reading Blood Rites – with all the shit that’s recently hit the fan, let’s remind ourselves that we’re still living in a surprisingly exciting time in human history. For the longest time, History was a book that only the nation-state was actively writing, and the only literate institutions with the means of production to generate History were religious orders and states. Until very recently it was hardly strange to think of History as the metaphysical knowledge of the human race in its totality! How far we have come. Today practically anyone who has the means, motive, and opportunity can inhabit the role of a historian. For Stewart Home too, history is a minor history that can be in the unconventional form of an Appendix: Stewart Home Replies to an Enquiry from Guardian Newspaper Blogger Jane Perrone Concerning the Claim that he is the Real Author of the Belle de Jour Blog and Book. You see? Why not document your literary feuds & cultural activities and write an anti-novel like Stewart Home? – and, in the process, reveal MoMA’s Neoist Show for what it is: a false representation of the New made up of old post-Neoist material from the 1990s. Surprise! Surprise! It’s all a groove sensation! Grist for new media historians! Mister Trippy has once again tripped up the master narrative. Let’s join him! Everyone’s invited!

[1] Bruce Sterling: Historical Narrative, Futurism and Emergent Network Culture (EGS 2010).




Author of One Break, A Thousand Blows, Maxi Kim‘s forthcoming book Did Somebody Say North Korea? confronts one of the pervasive myths of our time: that North Korea is a Communist regime led by a Stalinist dictator that will, with time, disintegrate like the Soviet Union. He currently divides his time between San Francisco and Los Angeles.

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