The brilliant Professor Wanowsky weighs in on the most crucial political question: evolution or revolution?
My previous post on the film, La cérémonie, evoked some comments on class conflict and violence. This is an issue that has interested me for some time: both the serious questions about whether or when violence is justified, or even practical; and the way that violence is romanticized by political types of various stripes. I consider the Left and the Right, the bolshevik and the fascist attachment to violence to be romantic, overtly so in the case of most fascists, especially the Italians, and covertly so among the devotees of the cult of terror in revolutionary Russia. (They liked to think they were always being scientific.)
Pancime’s comment on that post got me thinking once again of an old comic by Robert Crumb – click on the image to see the entire rant by Professor Wanowsky (my italics):
Reading Sartre, Foucault, Ranciere, and current school texts and academic works in this country – all of which celebrate or promote violence – leads me to believe that there is a violent strain of the revolutionist left that is still strong and seeks to depose by violence whoever it constructs as its enemy. In this country that enemy is despised in part merely for its commitment to peaceful change.
Ah yes, the eternal argument between the “candy-assed liberals” and the real radicals committed to change. The good Professor captures the tone of that split so well!
Pancime also pointed me to the Papin sisters, who were an inspiration to many French intellectuals (what is the matter with those guys…and gals?) and certainly to Claude Chabrol. Two maids who maimed and killed their employers and were found huddled together in bed in 1933. For some, there was clearly a ideological frisson to be had if you could stomach the bloodshed.
“In its broad outline, the tragedy of the Papin sisters was immediately clear to us. . .One must accuse their childhood orphanage, their serfdom, the whole hideous system set up by decent people for the production of madmen, assassins and monsters. The horror of this all-consuming machine could only be rightfully denounced by an exemplary act of horror: the two sisters had made themselves the instruments and martyrs of a sombre form of justice… For two bourgeois women hacked to pieces, a bloody atonement was required. The killer wasn’t judged. He acted as a scapegoat…” (my italics)
Simone Beauvoir in La Force de l’âge
This intellectual romanticizing of violence, often dissembled as hard-nosed realism, is not foreign to America:
In America all too few blows are struck into flesh. We kill the spirit here, we are experts at that. We use psychic bullets and kill each other cell by cell.
Moving along to the right, we have the oft-quoted Filippo Tommaso Marinetti, who put his aesthetic into practice and became an early supporter of Italian fascism:
War is beautiful because it establishes man’s dominion over the subjugated machinery by means of gas masks, terrifying megaphones, flame throwers, and small tanks. War is beautiful because it initiates the dreamt-of metalization of the human body. War is beautiful because it enriches a flowering meadow with the fiery orchids of machine guns.
And finally, Lenin, in a rare moment of intellectual undress:
I know of nothing better than the Appassionata and could listen to it every day. What astonishing, superhuman music! It always makes me proud, perhaps with a childish naiveté, to think that people can work such miracles! … But I can’t listen to music very often, it affects my nerves. I want to say sweet, silly things, and pat the little heads of people who, living in a filthy hell, can create such beauty. These days, one can’t pat anyone on the head nowadays, they might bite your hand off. Hence, you have to beat people’s little heads, beat mercilessly, although ideally we are against doing any violence to people. Hm – what a devillishly difficult job!
This quote was spoken in full by the heroic Soviet figure skater man-of-ice while Melina, the hot socialist babe, is trying to get him to warm up to her in the fantastic film WR: Mysteries of the Organism.