NPR show on copies
April 6, 2013 by marcusboon Leave a Comment
Wisconsin's NPR show To the Best of Our Knowledge just broadcast an impressively wide ranging show about copies and copying including discussions with a variety of people about architectural mimicry in China; identical twins; apocalypse memes; biotech dilemmas … and my own take on the topic. My own thoughts turn increasingly to the issue of 3-D printers, which especially when linked to a 3D scanner, really radicalize what kinds of objects ordinary people can now copy in their home. With nanotechnology slowly moving from hypothesis to reality, and the possibility of making copies that are accurate at the atomic level, the kinds of confusion of original and copy that we see happening today are going to increase exponentially. Which again raises the question: why do we copy? What do we really want? And how does copying fit or not fit into the broader political-economic framework that we live in?
On the Copies in Kiarostami's Certified Copy
April 27, 2011 by marcusboon Leave a Comment
A number of people have asked me what I thought of Abbas Kiarostami's new film Certified Copy, which is about an English writer, James Miller, who's just published a book arguing that the distinction between original and copy is meaningless, and his meeting with a charming art dealer, identified only as "Elle", who may or may not be his wife, in Tuscany during a book tour. The movie is set up so didactically – it more or less begins with a ten minute lecture setting out the thesis of the writer's book – that one is forced to assume that what follows – a more or less standard European art movie scene of romantic hijinx played out in a picturesque location – is also about copying. I felt fairly indifferent to the movie while watching it, but it's growing on me as I think about it. I'm not sure whether that's a good thing.
If the movie is indeed a copy of a generic European art house movie narrative, then it's such a correct copy that it's hard to see where the intervention, or the creativity in the act of making the copy is. True, Duchamp's "Fontaine" is also just another urinal, but it achieved it's power through the shock of being relocated from the bathroom to the art gallery. But isn't this kind of film and role exactly what we expect of Juliet Binoche (playing "Elle"), if not Kiarostami himself?
Perhaps something is lost in translation. Certainly the film abounds with translation problems: the shifts from English to Italian to French; between lovers and genders; between generations; between those with traditional commitments and those who believe themselves without them. In every case, something like a copy appears when there's an expectation as to how things are supposed to be, an expectation which is let down. Which incidentally describes prevalent critical reaction to the film.
Is anything gained in translation too? An "Iranian" director making a "European" art house film? Certainly it'd be worth looking at the way in which non European film-makers are invited to participate in art house cinema only through adopting and reiterating certain kinds of cinematic discourse. But that's old news at this point, isn't it? A dysfunctional couple forced to roleplay traditional gender and marital parts in order to revive their relationship? Ditto. Perhaps translation is the wrong word for what's happening.
Most reviewers of the film feel compelled to make a decision about who the two main characters in the film are, while the film itself goes to great lengths to resist this. In fact, the weakness of the film, if it is one, consists in the apparently artificial lengths that Kiarostami is compelled to go to in order to maintain the ambiguity about whether or not Elle and Miller are a long time married couple now meeting up again and acting as if they don't know each other, or a couple meeting for the first time who find themselves playing the roles of people in a long term relationship. In other words, a drama of original and copy.
Is the point then that the same claim that Miller makes in his book turns out to be true in real life, that the distinction between original and copy is not so important and that sometimes the copy may be more relevant or powerful than the original? Just in terms of the narrative arc of the movie this doesn't sound entirely right. The movie ends with Elle remembering a moment of happiness and satisfaction on her wedding night, while Miller looks at himself in the bathroom mirror and has a moment presumably of self recognition, marked by the somewhat crude device of the church bells outside ringing. Is the point then conversely that behind the superficial play of original and copy there is the mark of an original trauma which somehow is revealed by the tracking and repeating of symptoms, which are in a sense copies that disavow the original that is in fact their source. That would explain the unpleasantly uptight and reactive character of Miller, and equally clueless sentimentality of Elle.
But that also sounds too crude. After all, there's no clear explanation or resolution given at the end of the movie. Even the mirror that one assumes Miller is looking into is not actually seen on screen. It's a camera that the actor faces onto, imitating the expression he might have in front of a mirror. A camera is not exactly a mirror. So the movie floats in a strange way towards recent films such as Charlie Kaufman's Synecdoche New York, or Lars von Trier's Dogville, where the scaffolding of the film set is itself visible and constitutive of what goes on in the film. Kiarostami goes a step further than Kaufman or von Trier by exposing the "Real" of the Tuscan town in the movie as a kind of mimetic installation as much as the warehouses and stages of those other films. The point is driven home by the presentation of the Tuscan towns as tourist destinations, frozen in some image of their own past and cultural heritage, yet still full of people finally just trying to live their lives.
What is disturbing or confusing or even disappointing in the film is the lack of clear directions as to what we are to do with this mimetic impasse. Is it an invitation to the unleashing of drives as in von Trier's movies? Or to the multiple personalities or aphasiacs that populate Kaufman's films? Perhaps there's a simpler response: that one of the core principles animating mimetic phenomena is erotic. Put crudely, the film tracks an amorous encounter through various stages of deflection and displacement to the very moment where the two lovers are finally in a hotel room, about to make love. Or not. In other words, copying in the movie is mostly an expression of erotic ambivalence. The young couples who are getting married in the church are disavowed by Miller because of their supposed naivete about what the future actually holds in store for them, but what's provocative mimetically of course is that the religious and state rituals around marriage structure the obscenity of sexual reproduction. The couples are not so much naïve as committed to the mimetic rites that they are going through. Miller is incapable of this commitment. As my colleague Ian Carr-Harris said to me in a recent discussion, he's "afraid of originals"! And therefore obfuscates the difference between original and copy in his work.
Am I guilty of the same kind of obfuscation? For me, an original is a kind of copy, since there is no original without an act of labeling or designation that says "this is an original" (at the same time obscuring the processes of imitation and appropriation that make up an object). But both originals and copies can expose one to the nonconceptual Real, and it's this exposure to the Real that we are afraid of. Certified Copy is a film about this fear, about the ways in which cinema can or can't address it, and in particular about the way Kiarostami thinks it can be addressed, in 2011, in a film funded by European backers.
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Arthur Russell and Buddhism
December 20, 2010 by marcusboon Leave a Comment
I'm just finishing Tim Lawrence's excellent biography of Arthur Russell, Hold On To Your Dreams: Arthur Russell and the Downtown Music Scene, 1973-1992. In some ways, New York in the 1970s is starting to be very well charted territory, but the complicated web of connections between different scenes which is described in this book is still news, and Lawrence draws out these connections with the same loving detail he brought to his first book, Love Saves The Day: A History of American Dance Music Culture, 1970-1979. The book nicely complements the recent compilation of Russell protégé Peter Gordon's Love of Life Orchestra – a group that variously featured Kathy Acker on vocals, Laurie Anderson, Rhys Chatham and many others. I think Lawrence underplays the breadth of the "mutant disco" scene – there's no mention of Ze Records, the Bush Tetras, Arto Lindsay's various dance projects – but maybe Russell's path somehow didn't intersect with "punk funk" or the other post-new wave styles that were floating around when I first visited New York in the early 1980s.
One of the surprises the book contains is that Russell was a committed Buddhist. Russell was turned on to Buddhism in San Francisco in the early 1970s when he was involved with a Theosophical sounding commune called Kailas Shugendo, and then with a Japanese Shingon priest Yuko Nonomura (Shingon being an esoteric form of Japanese Buddhism with similarities to Tibetan Vajrayana). After that he appears to have made his own way, supported by friendships with Buddhists such as Allen Ginsberg, who Russell performed with and lived in the same building as for decades. He was either incapable of orthodoxy or uninterested in it: his Buddhism more like the "spontaneous Beat zen" of the early Beats which, as Hakim Bey argues, was arguably more true to the core of Buddhist thought and practice than the more orthodox and technically authentic versions of Asian religious traditions which dominate in Europe and the Americas today.
It's still kind of shocking to read that Russell's early disco masterpiece "Is It All Over My Face?" was produced according to Buddhist principles:
"… Arthur planned to record a song that bubbled with the earthy, collective spontaneity of the dance floor …. In order to realize this goal, Arthur decided to run the recording sessions as a live mix and knowingly fell back on the philosophy of Chögyam Trungpa and Ginsberg, who argued for the poetic value of unmediated inspiration and lived according to the maxim "First thought best thought.""
Recording sessions took place on a full moon, because that "is a time of celestial energy, productivity, and ritual." Definitely a key event in a generally still unwritten history of queer post-hippie spiritual practice. And although the goal of such recording sessions was generally to produce a capitalist commodity, i.e. a 12 inch single, the situation is more interesting than that kind of crude summary. For one thing, Russell was notorious for playing with time in the studio and most of the recordings he made were never finished, let alone released. As with Jack Smith's endlessly respliced movies, Russell made rhizomes of sound that seem to have been an end in themselves. For another, the tapes produced in these recording sessions were often played at places like Nicky Siano's Gallery or the Paradise Garage without ever being officially released, in the same way that Jamaican dub plates allowed for dancehall transmissions that would often simultaneously be kept a secret by not being labelled and packaged for the marketplace.
When you start to look, a lot of Russell's songs have obviously Buddhist lyrics. The pre-François K version of "Go Bang" starts with the lyric "Thank you for asking me questions/you showed us the face of delusion/ to uproot the cause of confusion". While the famous chorus line "I wanna see all my friends at once/I'd do anything to get a chance to go bang, I wanna go bang" is usually interpreted as celebrating an orgiastic dancehall sexuality, it could just as easily be talking about the Bodhisattva's vow to bring all sentient beings together to perfect enlightenment. Nor is there necessarily a contradiction between the erotic and Buddhist meanings of the lyric since in Tantric Buddhism, bliss is an aspect of the realization of emptiness or sunyata. Russell's dance music has a peculiar suppleness and flexibility, it feels truly at ease and open, always morphing in unexpected and delightful ways – listen to "Let's Go Swimming" some time – and that is how the greatest Buddhist teachers I've met have felt too.
What could, would or should a Buddhist music sound like? Maybe the question is meaningless: a number of Buddhist artists who I've talked to about the relationship between their work and their Buddhist practice have bluntly denied any connection between the two, even when their music or paintings or poetry are full of explicit references to Buddhist ideas. Generally such people embrace Buddhism as a traditional practice that is self-sufficient and separate from other aspects of their "modern" lives. "Buddhist music" then would be something that sounds like music associated with a particular Buddhist tradition or culture. But that then suggests that Buddhist culture is somehow frozen within a particular set of historical forms which it must dutifully repeat in order to appear authentic.
There have been a number of interesting books about Buddhism and the poetic avant-gardes, but Buddhism and contemporary music has barely been thought about. Maybe it's because John Cage captured the brand of "Buddhist composer" so early on, although as La Monte Young once noted, "John Cage dipped into the well, but how deep did he dip?" I love Cage, and I happen to think that we have yet to find out how deep he dipped, but it's true that his version of Buddhist music is just one version, with very particular musical decisions built around a particular set of East Asian Buddhist histories. Philip Glass seems to me a great Buddhist in terms of his support of a community of musicians (including Russell), but his music comes from other places. Although she denied it when I asked her about it, Eliane Radigue's drones, with their emphasis on slow transformation of tonal combinations feels very meditative, and her collaboration with Robert Ashley on the life of Milarepa is stunning, reading the Tibetan saint as an old-timer in a American western. Ashley himself references Buddhism often, and his use of vernacular conversational lyrics in records like Private Lives and Automatic Writing (two of my favorite records ever ever) has an openness and spontaneity whose sources are surely in Cage, Kerouac, Ginsberg, and other practitioners of Buddhist inflected "spontaneous bop poetics."
But Russell doesn't really sound like any of these composers with the possible exception of Ashley. Maybe Ginsberg's musical adventures such as First Blues, which Russell actually plays on, were important. Don Cherry was making a similarly eclectic Buddhist music throughout the 1970s, blending rock, and electric African sounds with Tibetan Buddhist chanting on records like Brown Rice and Relativity Suite. While Russell is fearless in moving between genres, he also displays a kind of warped respect for the fragile construction of those genres – which is why I was able to hear "Go Bang" for the first time in a Soho London nightclub full of strictly old school funk freaks. I think Lawrence does a great job of showing how an ethics of openness and spontaneity are expressed in Russell's music, and in the ways that he imagined his music being used socially, to break down barriers between scenes, styles and so on. As with John Giorno's poetry, there's a non-coercive opening up of mental and physical spaces through montage and repetition. You don't need to know that "this is Buddhist music" because that labeling would reify what's going on and turn it into a mere idea of Buddhism. The "logic of sense" is loosened up in a melodic and rhythmically disciplined way — and that's how the joys of the dancehall and the recognition of emptiness resonate.
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Plagiarism is a Philosophical Issue: A Response to Stanley Fish
August 19, 2010 by marcusboon 6 Comments
There have been a number of pieces around issues of plagiarism and copyright in the New York Times recently. I could write a whole blog that did nothing but catalog these articles: the piece describing college student skepticism regarding the idea of plagiarism, another describing the travails of a woman hired by BMI, one of the largest performing rights organizations in the world, as she moves from town to town, trying to persuade restaurant and club owners to pay royalties for their use of copyrighted music; a third on the impact of copyright law on the fashion industry. And then there's literary/legal scholar Stanley Fish's "Plagiarism is Not a Big Moral Deal", which makes the argument that plagiarism is not a moral or philosophical issue but simply one of professional decorum. The argument restates Fish's broader thesis that there are no pre-existing meanings, only interpretive communities that make fragile but decisive agreements about meaning. Thus:
" … in order to have a basis, plagiarism would have to stand on some philosophical ground. But the ground plagiarism stands on is more mundane and firm; it is the ground of disciplinary practices and of the histories that have conferred on those practices a strong, even undoubted (though revisable) sense of what kind of work can be appropriately done and what kind of behavior cannot be tolerated. If it is wrong to plagiarize in some context of practice, it is not because the idea of originality has been affirmed by deep philosophical reasoning, but because the ensemble of activities that take place in the practice would be unintelligible if the possibility of being original were not presupposed."
The obvious rejoinder to Fish's essay (and Fish's position in general) is that if plagiarism is not a moral problem, then surely one should campaign for reform of laws and rules governing plagiarism. After all, students can be thrown out of college, employees can be fired, artists and writers fined large sums of money if they are found guilty of plagiarism in various disciplinary contexts. There's no indication in the essay that Fish believes in such reform. If one did argue for legal reform, the particular intellectual frameworks that support the current disciplinary practices and interpretive communities would reveal themselves and plagiarism would quickly become a philosophical issue…
Or a theoretical one, at any rate. After all, the main "philosophical" argument made in favor of intellectual property is that it's natural that human beings claim their thoughts as their property, even when it's equally evident that no one can own language and that every thought has its basis in a chain of signs, events, influences which do not belong to the thinker. The presupposition of originality that Fish speaks of is ideological: it supports the interests of a particular economic and political framework or, if you like, practice. It is necessary in order to render that practice intelligible … but at what cost? And for who's benefit?
That discussion of plagiarism in mainstream media tends to be ideological is beyond doubt. The first sentence of "The Music Copyright Enforcers" lets you know what is to follow: "Few things can make Devon Baker cry". Baker, the BMI representative is a caring, feeling individual, while those who resist paying fees to BMI are a gang of subhuman beasts who curse and threaten violence at every turn. At no point is the idea of the public domain or fair use mentioned in the article, even though these concepts are an integral part of intellectual property law today. Following Fish, we might argue that it's necessary, or valid, to present copyright violators as subhuman beasts because otherwise the practice of intellectual property law would become unintelligible. That argument has obvious weaknesses though. It ignores the power relations that allow certain parties (for example corporations that benefit from aggressive enforcement of intellectual property law) to dominate discussions of what is intelligible and what is not, and who gets to practice what. Even so, practices of imitation, labeled as plagiarism or not, continue, because in them the life of the people manifests in a somewhat autonomous way.
Unlike Fish, I do believe that there's a need to align "disciplinary practices" such as intellectual property law with philosophical principles. I don't claim that this is easy to do well. But the law as it stands is already taking explicitly philosophical positions and it always has been, all the way back to the Statute of Anne with its direct basis in Lockean possessive individualism. In In Praise of Copying, I connect plagiarism to the problem of deception since what is objectionable in plagiarism is not the borrowing of someone else's work, but the lack of attribution. But that's one of the main objections to copying in general: that something is presented as something else, and that we are deceived when we mistake the copy for the original. This was Plato's objection to mimesis and the poets in the Republic. The main challenge to the perfect operation of reason and self-knowledge according to Kant in Critique of Pure Reason is also deception. So plagiarism is intimately connected to very basic issues that the western philosophical tradition has struggled with since the beginning.
In his second piece on plagiarism, written in response to the many comments on the first piece, Fish restates his objection to philosophical examinations of plagiarism:
"I don't say, as several posters charge, that rules against plagiarism are called into question by the deconstruction (in some quarters) of the idea of originality. I introduce those arguments only in order to assert their irrelevance to any enterprise founded on the presumption of originality as both a possibility and a value. A theoretical debunking of a concept has no effect on a practice whose very shape depends on that concept's being firmly in place."
But the point of a theoretical debunking is to make a concept that appears to be "firmly in place" less so. And if the "very shape" of a particular practice "depends on that concept's being firmly in place", dislodging it will at least potentially lead to a change of practice. It's worth a shot, anyway.
Fish's rethinking of the concept of practice is key to understanding his work. He develops his ideas on this topic most fully in Doing What Comes Naturally: Change, Rhetoric and the Practice of Theory in Literary and Legal Studies (1989). A lot of what seems paradoxical in these New York Times op ed pieces has to do with the very specific meaning that Fish assigns to words like morality, philosophy, theory and practice. At the same time, as Alan Jacobs notes in his excellent review of that book, there's something wrong with how Fish thinks about practice. Everything is practice – fine. The world is a multiplicity of unstable but significant constellations of practice and practices — sure. With plagiarism, we're talking about a number of different practices, even when we focus on the problem of student plagiarism in the university, as Susan Blum notes in her new book on the topic.
The internet for example has changed the practice of teaching and learning in the university. We can rigidly stick to a particular framing of education and the concepts that enable it, such as plagiarism, originality etc., but when that framing is undermined by the practice of consulting iPhones in the classroom, we have the option of abandoning or at least revising our values and the concepts which inform our practices. This might involve teaching methodology, practices of citation more, as Fish notes in his second column. But also a greater acceptance of competent but unattributed use of other people's work – since if the goal is learning, the intrusion of the internet into the university classroom is, amongst other things, the intrusion of a different practice of learning. That practice comes more naturally to many students today than the practices of citation that governed the Gutenberg/book era university. So: there's a conflict of practices. Theory has a role in illuminating and resolving that conflict.
Mimesis is a concept that Fish doesn't talk about much in his work, even though it's pervasively present. He loves to use examples from sports to illustrate his arguments about practice. Practice is mimetic because it's about the repetition of a form shaped by rules. Sports are an intensely mimetic activity, as we know from reading the two great theorists of play, Huizinga and Caillois. But sports are not a great model for thinking more broadly about practice since the explicit agreements about rules that make them possible don't exist to the same degree in other aspects of the human world, or the natural world. Practice – and mimesis – are much more chaotic outside of the realm of sports, and it requires something like Bruno Latour's actor-network theory to track the way a practice evolves. Or Mahayana Buddhism, another antifoundationalist practice – but I won't go into that right now.
The problem of practice is a profound one. It's not a coincidence that many of the debates around the nature of practice today concern copying. This is because a very particular way of thinking about copying dominates our legal, economic, political and aesthetic systems — yet the practices of everyday life, the various mimetic modes by which Hardt and Negri's multitude are constituted, continually exceed those systems. That surplus is reappropriated through intellectual property law and various kinds of taboos on mimetic activity, generating official or disciplinary practices. Yet the practices of the multitude always reappear again, in one form or another …
Filed Under: Books, Uncategorized Tagged With: BMI, Buddhism, Copying Culture, copyright, In Praise of Copying, Kant, New York Times, plagiarism, Plato, Stanley Fish
Victorian Photocollage at the AGO
August 12, 2010 by marcusboon Leave a Comment
Lady Filmer, from the Filmer Album, mid-1860s
The Victorian photocollage show currently on display at the Art Gallery of Ontario adds a new chapter to the history of montage and collage. The show consists of pages from a series of albums produced by British society women in the mid-nineteenth century. The pages cut and paste heads from cartes de visite, society portrait photographs, onto animals, exotic scenes and domestic interiors, playfully juxtaposing and arranging connections between families. The cartes de visite were the first mass produced commercially available photographs, enabling a relatively large group of people to have photographic images of Queen Victoria and the like, which they collected in albums. Society women like Lady Filmer, who is pictured above at work with knife and glue at her pink table, remixed such photographs against watercolor backgrounds, for the amusement of guests. The albums functioned very much as social networking sites like Facebook do today — except that these albums are literally "books of faces", discreetly revealed to a visitor one wants to impress, who might leave their own carte de visite on the table.
It's still commonplace to think of montage and collage as primarily modernist or avant garde practices, even though they're clearly part of advertising or subcultures like hip-hop. I make the argument in In Praise of Copying that montage is an essential part of folk-cultures, where cut and paste techniques, appropriation of materials from the environment, collaboration and collective authorship are basic strategies of cultural production. I was particularly interested in things like quilting or cooking recipes: semi-anonymous, stereotypically feminine arts that involve the use of pattern to transform pre-existing materials — in other words, to make highly charged copies.
The Victorian photocollage show certainly makes one question to what degree montage is really an inherently radical practice. If the montage of Berlin dada aimed at the destruction of the images that support a particular arrangement of society, these images playfully participate in constructing such arrangements. Playing With Pictures, the book that accompanies the exhibition, does a good job of situating the photocollage albums within the Victorian cultural context of upper class amusements such as the tableau vivant. The "surreal" juxtapositions of animals and humans found in the albums are already there in Grandville's Parisian periodical illustrations of the 1840s — but without the use of photographic material. Susan Buck-Morss traced this tradition back through the Baroque in her Dialectics of Seeing.
Grandville, "Seven of Wands, II", 1847
For Buck-Morss, and for Walter Benjamin, such images were bourgeois fantasies of the commodified utopia of nineteenth century capitalism. That analysis works well for Victorian Photocollage too. Looking through the albums, it's striking how often human faces are grafted onto the bodies of animals (second nature as nature), objects such as bags, juggling balls, mirror and cups (commodification), and presented within highly staged domestic spaces that look like IKEA showrooms ('nuff said). As much as the albums are aimed at the consolidation of aristocractic Victorian society, the encroaching future, certainly bourgeois, but with the masses not far behind, is there in the gaps and disjunctures within the image, whose meaning is waiting to be realized. The mass availability of cartes de visite of the Prince of Wales allowed for his appropriation into other social milieux … Monty Python dreamt up a hundred years in advance by upper class Victorian women.
Filed Under: Books, Uncategorized Tagged With: Art Gallery of Ontario, cartes de visite, collage, IKEA showrooms, In Praise of Copying, Lady Filmer, montage, Monty Python, Playing With Pictures, Queen Victoria, Susan Buck-Morss, Victorian photocollage, Walter Benjamin
WikiLeaks as a Culture of the Copy
August 2, 2010 by marcusboon Leave a Comment
Plato wanted to keep imitation out of the Republic, even as he copied the words of Socrates to write his text. The WikiLeaks affair reminds us how improbable that dream of a world without imitation remains today. With WikiLeaks' recent publication of 90,000 secret US military documents describing the day to day operation of the war in Afghanistan over the last six years, we can see familiar claims being made about the danger that the distribution of copies poses to the polis. But it's equally clear that the way that we make use and share copies forms an essential part of the functioning of a genuinely democratic republic. Intriguingly, WikiLeaks' logo is itself an image of the world being copied, duplicated: the real world perhaps leaking out of the false, spectacular "original".
The stories about illegal copying that we're most familiar with today concern intellectual property law: pirated copies of consumer products that break copyright, trademark or patent law in one way or another. Setting aside those cases where a company's entire production and distribution system has been copied (see Adrian John's recent book Piracy on NEC's corporate doppelgänger), the issue is also usually connected to mass distribution of copies: filesharing of music and video being the most obvious example. With WikiLeaks, the issue is state property and state secrets — just as it was with the event that people are comparing WikiLeaks with: the release of the Pentagon Papers in 1971 (itself a fascinating episode in the history of copying). Sensitive or classified information is precisely state-owned information whose reproduction and distribution is controlled by law. It would be interesting to compare and contrast intellectual property law and laws governing classified information. The obligations of the state to its citizens are different to those of private property owners to the public, yet in both cases, particular historical notions of property, rights, ownership and copy are key to how things play out.
As Mark Rose tells it in his essential history of the birth of copyright law, Authors and Owners, there's an intriguing link between laws governing copyright and "sensitive information". The censorship of the press, established and maintained through an agreement between the Crown and the printers guild known as the Stationers' Company, broke down during the English Revolution of 1641-1660. When the monarchy was restored, the censorship of the press resumed, and journalist/authors such as Daniel Defoe were imprisoned for seditious writings. The first calls for a copyright law which would give authors the right to claim their work as their property were made at the end of the seventeenth century. One of the arguments made by Defoe, when he was released from Newgate prison in 1703, was that if a writer could be punished for saying something seditious, with the implication that the seditious writing belonged to him/her, then surely he or she should be rewarded for more acceptable writings by being recognized as the legal owner of his/her work. Questions of responsibility were resolved within the emerging capitalist marketplace by being framed in terms of ownership. The Statute of Anne became law in England in the spring of 1710.
What is new in the WikiLeaks situation is the sheer scale of the copying of state secrets, the ease with which the public can access these documents, and the possibility of a highly public debate on the WikiLeaks website that can build on and examine the documentation. The notion of producing a copy of a war is not itself new. As Paul Virilio has shown us, many of the key developments in twentieth century military technology aimed at allowing those conducting war to obtain as detailed a realtime picture as possible of a battlefield that could have many simultaneous geographical fronts. This picture is already a copy, a representation of a war, and forms an archive of data that can be drawn upon in various ways. While for obvious reasons the focus with the Afghan War Diary has been on the content of the revealed documents, it would be interesting to know how exactly these copies were copied: we know that they were often transcripts of radioed reports from the battlefield presumably entered into a database, but how exactly did such data make its way to Wikipedia's website? How do particular kinds of mediation by "copies" foreclose or enable different political possibilities? Of course, it is precisely this kind of information that WikiLeaks will not be releasing, in order to maintain the anonymity of its sources.
WikiLeaks is a good example of what I mean when I say that the future of copying lies in depropriation. The word is not too elegant, it's something I discuss in the last chapter of In Praise of Copying which is about appropriation. It's clear that most of the crises and struggles around copying are about appropriation: I make a copy of x, x is not mine, by making a copy of it, I appropriate it. But everything is in some sense appropriated, including x before I make a copy of it. So the problem is: who has the right to appropriate something, or: who has the right to make a copy? This is basically the question Marx asked. The problem with Marx's answer — see the history of communism, as well as Marx's own explicit remarks on the subject – is that it still assumes that appropriation is unavoidable. When appropriation may precisely be the problem. The notion of depropriation – which I take from feminist theorists such as Hélène Cixous and Avital Ronell – attempts to name the possibility of letting go of appropriation, of living without appropriating. That's very challenging since we appropriate with every mouthful of food we eat, every breath of air we take. Buddhist texts recognized this problem and attempt to address it in a variety of ways, from extreme asceticism to continuous ethically focused exchange with the environment. Depropriation seems to be a practical impossibility. Yet we signs of it happening around us today, both in events and the circulation of ideas. It's something we can work towards: a world in which we minimize appropriation and maximize what Hardt and Negri call "the common". But we have to learn as individuals and as societies how to do that, which means addressing our own desire to appropriate.
I imagine that a lot people are suspicious of a "Buddhist" logic of depropriation since they assume that it means an attempted "quietist" withdrawal from mainstream society that lets capitalist appropriation continue unchecked. But the history of Buddhist societies, for better and for worse, is not really one of quietism. Anyway, it's not a question of idealizing those societies, whose faults are obvious to anyone who opens a history book. The issue is whether there is something within Buddhism that remains unrealized, or only partly, temporarily, occasionally realized, that can prospectively help us make a different world., Active depropriation … an ethics of engagement that means allowing oneself to be appropriated into a situation so that one can participate in transforming it without having to appropriate it again. This is something we can learn a lot about from Buddhism.
William S. Burroughs called his incendiary 1959 novel Naked Lunch to mark "a frozen moment when everyone sees what is on the end of every fork". But what would that really mean? The word we usually use for "appropriation" is "steal", and the conventional narrative about WikiLeaks is that these secret documents have been stolen, appropriated. What's interesting though is to consider whose property they have become. Unlike spy agencies who steal national secrets which then remain secrets, these documents have become visible without exactly becoming property. They don't belong to a nation-state; since they are published anonymously, they don't belong to a particular person; they don't belong to WikiLeaks' founder, Julian Assange, though he is obviously in danger of becoming the face or designated spokesperson for the documents. They also don't belong to the mainstream press, who, despite WikiLeaks' collaboration with the New York Times, Der Spiegel and Guardian, probably stand to lose the most in the current situation.
WikiLeaks heralds a new kind of journalism, if indeed you can call it that. Thanks to the particular way that WikiLeaks has organized the presentation of the documents, they are truly depropriated copies, belonging to no one yet accessible to many. It's a great example of the way the politics of open source goes beyond questions of proprietary software code. Assange rightly suggests that there might be legal proceedings that develop out of what is found in the leaked documents, and in this sense, we find ourselves in a familiar tho necessary struggle to reappropriate the meaning of this event. But perhaps that puts them back within a framework of appropriation which WikiLeaks has already done considerable damage to …
Thanks to Eric Cazdyn for pointing out the copy related nature of this story.
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Brion Gysin at the New Museum
July 26, 2010 by marcusboon Leave a Comment
Brion Gysin: Dream Machine at the New Museum in New York City is the first US retrospective show of the Beat multimedia pioneer. I have yet to see the show, so I'll save a review of it until that time. For me, Gysin is a major figure in the history of the theory and practice of copying and it's great to see him getting attention via this show, Nik Sheehan's excellent documentary Flicker, and John Geiger's recent biography, Nothing is True, Everything is Permitted and the collection Brion Gysin: Tuning in to the Multimedia Age.
Most of Gysin's work involves the exploration of the power of repetition – sound poems like "I Am What I Am", the large paintings with their waves of script, the light loops of the Dream Machine. The cut up, which Gysin invented according to William S. Burroughs, is not just the act of cutting up a text, but the repeated attempt to reconfigure and rearrange the fragments through permutation into a new whole which speaks the hidden truth contained in the original.
While it's clear that the cut up has a long history in art, Gysin, along with Burroughs, may well have been the first to explictly claim that this practice exposed the nature of reality itself: that reality is "nothing but the recordings". Gysin claimed that the idea of the cut up came to him in Tangier, where he was running a nightclub and discovered one day that disgruntled employees had placed a spell on the restaurant in the form of an object with a text and various magical substances mixed together.
One of the core claims of In Praise of Copying is that all copies are "objects made out of fragments of other objects", and since indeed all objects are "made of out of fragments of other objects", everything is, in a specific sense, a copy. While I take this insight in the direction of Madhyamaka Buddhist philosophy, which makes this argument in a very rigorous and disciplined way, I think I first became familiar with it from early Industrial musicians such as Cabaret Voltaire, writers such as Burroughs and John Giorno, the turntablist experiments of early hip-hop — and Gysin, who I saw in England in the early 1980s.
The aesthetic practice of collage, montage, cut up, has mostly been absorbed into the fabric of contemporary capitalism, where Dell's post industrial assembly line will build you a computer that is a montage of Your Choices. But the fundamental emptiness of everything that Gysin and others intuited through the practice of the cut up (which is mistaken today for a fascination with "multimedia" — another reification) remains in some sense the political problem today. It raises the question for example of property including intellectual property. For a few years in the 1960s, the art object dematerialized (as Lucy Lippold puts it). But the commodity didn't. We don't know how to talk about emptiness, or how to live in a universe which is an assemblage of temporary fragments. Gysin, Burroughs, Giorno and those who worked through the cut up were trying to understand how best to relate to, align ourselves with this emptiness. That's still a work in progress …
Brion Gysin w. John Giorno, I Give You/You Give Me, 1965
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Culture(s) of Copy/ 重復 重造 翻譯
An intriguing exhibition at the Goethe Institute in Hong Kong. Contemporary art devoted to cross cultural thinking about the phenomenon of the copy. Third part in a series of exhibitions that's included History Will Repeat Itself – Strategies of Re-enactment in Contemporary (media) Art and Performance (2008) and Chinese Copy Art (2007) — this last one being an exhibition of German photographer Michael Wolf's excellent photographs of south Chinese artists who make copies of famous artworks.
From the exhibition website: "It became clear that the term REPEAT should translate into COPY. 'Culture(s) of Copy' is about the phenomenon of the copy as a global cultural strategy. The discussion of intellectual property, as it has already been treated in diverse ways, is only one angle from which one can approach the topic. The 'copy' here is understood positively as a remake, a cultural translation and an achievement ("You have to copy a master to become a master", "The best way to appreciate a master is to copy him")."
Michael Wolf, "Copy Art #13, Vincent van Gogh, Euro 4.20"
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Counterfeiting and Authentication in the Age of Forensics
Fascinating article in this week's New Yorker by David Grann entitled "The Mark of a Masterpiece". It concerns shifts in the ways in which paintings are authenticated or revealed to be forgeries — in particular, the use of forensic techniques such as fingerprinting that claim to bypass the traditional methods of the art expert or connoisseur to scientifically validate authorship or otherwise. It's a topic that I touched on in the "deception" chapter of In Praise of Copying, noting the complexity of all claims of authenticity.
It's interesting how easily the alleged forger becomes an alleged expert and vice versa. The piece, "classic sprawling New Yorker stuff", as the Charlie Kaufman character in Adaptation puts it, is elegantly written, showing how Peter Paul Biro, a Canadian art expert, debunks the claims of art world connoisseurs with his forensic methods … but then reverses itself in the second half, to examine the possibility that Biro himself is forging fingerprints in order to establish authentications. While the author concludes that maybe the old fashioned methods of the connoisseur are perhaps more to be trusted than the flashy new gimmicks of the scientist, my own conclusion is that there are no claims of authenticity that are simply true. Everyone is to some degree copying, and all methods of establishing authenticity can be copied. Caveat Emptor. I think that behind the author's faith in the connoisseur is the notion that even when two paintings look identical, the one that is the original must necessarily be the more aesthetically satisfying and that therefore someone with a refined aesthetic sensibility can not only make aesthetic judgments, but distinguish originals from copies. I greatly admire the ability to discern very subtle differences between objects, but I find the way that this ability is deployed in making judgments of authenticity by no means self-evident.
Speaking of which, it's striking how almost every event, every action, every actor in the piece involves money. The paintings are valuable or not, the opinions of experts cost money, even the journalist gets paid to write a piece. Which is to say that the question of authenticity, of what is original and what is copy, is an economic question. It involves commodities and commodification. And commodification is itself mimetic, as Marx told us. The object that appears in the marketplace, the expert opinion that is sold for $2000 a day — are already "copies", with that dazzling power of the copy to enchant – and deceive – us. The copies proliferate … and the more we look for them, the more we find them, everywhere around us …
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WatersFIN
January 6, 2001 by marcusboon Leave a Comment
"Black is the Color of My True Love's Hair" (traditional, 19th C, Appalachians, based on an 18th C English folk song) covered by Patti Waters on Sings (ESP, 1966)
This lovely devotional folk song, first written down by the great Kentucky song collector John Jacob Niles was given a decisive twist in the late 1950s by Nina Simone, who brought out the civil rights era politics contained in celebrating the word "black". Patty Waters' version, recorded in 1965, is something else again. A crude biographical reading – that Waters, who is white, is singing about her lover and father of her child, Sun Ra Arkestra drummer Clifford Jarvis, who was black – only scratches the surface. Waters' epic thirteen minute take on the song, accompanied by mystical sub-Cecil Taylor piano, bass and drums sounds like a kettle slowly rising to a boil. You can hear Albert Ayler, who recommended her to ESP, and his extraordinary take on standards like "Summertime" in Waters' voice, as she moves from an achingly slow, erotic take on the words, individual syllables turning into pulsating drones, to a wordless moan, then an incantatory, stabbing repetition of the word black. It all builds to a crescendo containing not just a proud erotic celebration of Waters' love for a black man, or a political act of solidarity with African American or global blackness, but the fully unleashed feminine power of darkness. Waters becomes black Mother Kali as universal force of embodied divine energy, joyfully tearing apart the known universe and rebuilding it as a space of manifested freedom into which women like Linda Sharrock, Yoko Ono, Patti Smith and Diamanda Galas would walk and develop their own voices and styles. And she doesn't even get beyond the first verse of the song. Thirteen minutes. Imagine what might happen if she sang the whole song.
Originally published in The Wire, 2005 in a feature on mutant song.