tiistai 26. toukokuuta 2015

If I Can't Wear Glitter, It's Not My Revolution

Or some notions of politics, art and politics in art. This short manifesto was published in Finnish in the new anthology called Torasäkeet (Kolera 2015).

I am a hedonist, I am an individualist, and I am an aesthete. These are the principles that are behind all my art.

I may not be your average political poet. I write no smart comments to hot topics, not edgy satire that dwells in everyday, not angry tirades about the evil in the world. Compared to such writers, I am an escapist – and many people would take this as an insult. I believe, though, that escapism is among the most sensible things anyone can do. Those who moralize that probably moralize also masturbation and other things through which a person can create pure pleasure by and for themselves only. You know, such shameless deeds may cause unhealthy independency of other people.

As you can see, actually there’s a political aspect in everything. Nothing is neutral – no matter how hard the straight white males and other Sunday liberals try to claim otherwise. If someone is about to understand this, it should be the writer. That’s because the writer plays with what is possible to think. They operate with associations and connotations, those damned devices that affect to our way of thinking maybe much more than we would like it to. Especially to how we actually react to people and issues.

That’s why I don’t believe in the superiority of realism – the most sacred dogma of the “serious” Finnish cultural life. That’s why I believe it’s better to write about what could be, could have been or even should be. About what is truer than truth itself.

You see, the written law is never the whole reality of what actually is acceptable or forbidden in the society. Our culture is called individualistic – but that doesn’t mean we wouldn’t have a strict sense of what The Normal Person has to want, think, and feel. Our society is called egalitarian – but practically it means that equal rights are talked about as if they were some kind of luxury that “We the Normal People” give to “Them” as charity (a classic example: the concept of tolerance).  The power is everywhere and nowhere – it lies within the words we use and the connotations attached to them.

Among the most incorrect things in our culture, there is the honest love towards beautiful things and flamboyant aesthetics. The only acceptable way to practice it is in the name of camp, or irony, or some other disease typical to our time. Stimulating our senses is probably forbidden for the same reasons as escapism: life just shouldn’t be too pleasing! The Serious Grown-Up “accepts things as they are”!

I, however, strive to bring back the pose of Romanticism and the flamboyance of Baroque. The beauty of life – what our everyday life looks like? – is an issue of no lesser importance than freedom and individuality. And that is why my war is primarily against the mighty Everyday.

1 kommentti:

  1. For me, trying to transfer things from the realm of "being" to "might be", goes throught denial. For example, nobody writes about food like a hungry person...
    A peculiarly hungry person who gives up to lust, becomes fat, not a poet. A peculiarly hungry person might also be one, who has more to deny, than others. This person could dive deeply in the realm of "might be", just because he or she has so long been obsessed with these demons... Fighting with yourself is a pleasure of a kind, that breaks your heart. It does not lead being satisfied: it makes you thirst and hunger, like Tantalus of the underworld. One should rather ask Tantalus, what pleasure is...