A recent retweet from my youngest daughter reminded me of John Lennon's magnificent, autobiographical, vicious and oh-so true song "Working Class Hero" the lines:
"Keep you doped on religion and sex and TV,
And you think you're so clever and classless and free,
But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see."
Have never been so true.
Yes, but does it make bingly bongly
And, of course, there have to be loudpeakers lurking beneath chemical-orange coloured plastic chairs with flaking chrome legs placed in dimly-lit corners and producing some sort of bingly-bongly chimes. Is the newspaper on one of the chairs a comment on the fact that all news is propaganda? And is all propaganda unwittingly Art? Or was it left by someone's granny?
Enigmatic. The artist's objective is, in all probability, the highly original one of raising awareness of the disorienting, depersonalising nature of today's capitalist society and of the individual's unceasing struggle to steer a course through it. The secondary objective is most likely that of getting as much (taxpayer's) cash as possible in order to join the hierarchy s/he most vehemently denounces.
Awarenesses duly raised, our trendies still endeavour to climb the greasy pole of advancement in order to gain some piddling achievement and "be like the folks on the hill" while retaining their ideological, and personal purity. They will become a kind of "folks on the hill" but with BO, washed-out scruffy clothes and an "appreciate me for what I am" type of mentality that is common to us all in adolescence. By our mid-20s most of us have discarded these narcissistic postures - unless of course you are from a comfortably-off background which is almost invariably the case of these 40-something "innocents". Probably once on the top of the hill, they will try to "educate" their neighbours in their own values by a mixture of example and tut-tutting disapproval, setting a shining template for us all. As the saying goes: "Shit flows downhill".
Neanderthal man - probably the last time anyone was so
clever and classless and free -except for German Seifefrei
flute-playing hippies. The Neanderthal probably washed
more often, though.
These free spirits tend to believe that they are indeed above the rest of us poor ignorants who have bought into the consumer society and spend money on soap, toothpaste, deodorants and other such fripperies. What they don't seem to understand is that they are as unfree as the people in front of them in the IKEA checkout - or almost. The poor deluded wage slaves in front probably don't smell of ripe sweat and so do not subject anyone's olfactory glands to an unwarranted sensorial invasion. Perhaps the people in front of our naturally-perfumed innocent aren't shopping "ironically", but so what? They are trying to improve their home to the best of their ability and make it more comfortable, decent and welcoming for their family.
Such flower fascists who are so convinced of their liberal open-mindedness tend to be the most narrow-minded people you are ever likely to meet. They tend to be so obsessed with their own worldview that any other is obviously mistaken and is almost beneath their sneering contempt.
Unfortunately we are all serfs in this new digito-feudal society, as I have already discussed here in depth and here and here in passing. This is also true for my "alternative" acquaintances; it's also true for the flute-playing German hippie in the local square (with his VISA gold card in his pocket charged to daddy's account in case things get too tough) living the romantic vagabond dream; it's true for me and it's true for you. Just like our forebears, there is nothing we can do about it. Except of course be aware of the fact and live as decently as possible.
That - and shower daily .
That - and shower daily .