The Theory-Death of the Avant-Garde by Paul Mann

Indiana University Press

1991

 

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Rod Smith, in “A Tract,” writes: “& so Paul Mann is wrong, the dialectic quite clearly exists, it is between history & not-history.  Its syntheses is poetry.”

 

The plurality of Smith’s synthesis is just one possible nod towards (an adaptation deriving from) Mann’s book.  My recognition of myself not as a victim of the late capitalist system nor as a means of extending that system but rather as a holographic miniature of that system is perhaps another small nod. 

 

In Mann’s postmodern novel masquerading as a critical essay I find myself identifying not with the Avant-Garde Artist or with the Critic, those bumbling anti-heroes, but with Late Capitalism, the dynamic antagonist. 

 

Perhaps then my texts are the miniature Andy Warhols & I am the concurrently enthralling & revolting culture-at-large.

 

To quote Mann: “Warhol cannot be rejected on the basis of his personal banality or venality: what must be comprehended is the banality and venality of the culture he transparently represents.  Any posture of superiority to the spectacle of recuperation would only have interfered with his theater.  A pure symptom: that is all he constitutes.  Perhaps not so small an accomplishment, for his work thereby reflects the fact that no public art can ever be anything more than a symptom”.

 

The reactions produced by my texts (emotion, indifference, interest, awe) then are the repetitive, eminently collectible canvases of my little Warhols. 

 

Reaction is always in circulation. 

 

I have recently been circulating the story of how Jack Spicer insisted that Open Space remain a magazine that was only shared between the contributors.  I’ve enjoyed the reactions & prestige resulting from my knowing of this story.

 

Self-preservation arises as a vital commodity in my reading of Mann : the economies in which we circulate are so fixed & indeterminate, so settled & schizophrenic.  “Without exception art that calls itself art, that is registered as art, that circulates within art contexts,” Mann writes, “can never again pose as anything but systems-maintenance.”  In his text, assimilation or recuperation into the culture-at-large is assumed, especially as one engages the culture in discourse. 

 

Of course non-engagement is a form of discourse & so another means of being recuperated. 

 

I could write a book about Laura Riding Jackson refusing to allow her work into anthologies. 

 

In Syncopations, Jed Rasula discusses Mann’s book at some length : “This book is finally a critique of criticism, of discourse, of theory’s stage management of a chimera, ‘the avant-garde,’ as a ‘theory-death.’”  My reading differs somewhat from Rasula’s; Mann prescribes disappearance as one course of action.  He leaves the final chapter blank.  Our assumption is that Mann means one must first be recognized as present to eventually disappear & therefore create an energy or present a possible path through this disappearance. 

 

Like the crew of the Pequod disappearing into a milky annihilation. 

 

There indeed is a sublime & terrifying paleness to Mann’s late “white economy.” 

 

Did Marinetti have a wooden leg?

 

Mann’s pose is that of one floating downstream in a casket.

 

In “A Tract” Rod Smith states “The dialectic is just nonsense.  However, we cannot escape nonsense, so we must pay attention to it.” 

 

But mere attention to a predator will not protect you from me.  

 

If self-preservation is the goal the best method for fighting fire is becoming fire. 

 

A symptom of fire.

 

Self-preservation then appears to be an impossibility & we are symptoms of this impossibility.

 

 

TT