There's a lot of chatter these days on the subject of Guy Debord's
philosophy and revolutionary insight into the horror of the social spectacle.
It seems those who have awakened to the reality of their socially manipulated
lives are now fighting mad and threatening anarchy. On a particularly heady
web site regarding "the spectacle" (nothingness.org),
I found the following quote from someone called Cronflakes:
"The aspiration of the SI (Debord's "Situationists") was to expose and combat the method by which the people are oppressed and exploited through the manipulation of images, language and ideas. In case you hadn't noticed, that battle is not yet over. We cannot move on FROM here until the rest of the revolution has moved on TO here. The SI was LATE in that the attack preceded the defense, but before its time in that (incredibly) most so-called radicals and activists still do not perceive the nature of the problem. This is the only PARTY going on! Unless you want to go down to Mexico and get shot at by the police."
Tsk, tsk! Why must this be so upsetting? Are we so bored with ourselves
and our lives that we must swing to such extremes when we find ourselves
deceived by the promise of our commodity lifestyles? Long before there
was Nike or Coca Cola or Microsoft, there were consumers. We just didn't
call them shoppers in those days. It was all about survival then.
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Lights! Color! Action!These days the shopper is met with a sea of imagery: colors, shapes, textures dazzle and seduce. The shopper is soon caught in the comfort of the visual. It validates, it accepts, it consoles him or her in its reinforcement of existence. It seems to say, "Yes, I see you there, you are valuable and renewed." The commodity of spectacle begs for contact, for the participation of all of the senses, but it starts with the visual, with the gaze. It catches the eye of the flaneur as he or she casually floats by, and its soothing display holds him or her captive. |
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Is this the Brave New World?In his book Brave New World written in 1932, Aldous Huxley described a similar vision of ideal culture -- a culture built on happiness for everyone. The ideal society defined here would include an enforced promise of perfection. In the "real" world, we buy our happiness. It comes in the form of some attention-getting "new" thing that's guaranteed to give us sweeter breathe, greater sex appeal and longer life to enjoy more stuff. The Brave New World that Huxley envisioned was a dour place, however, where escape was essential and numbing oneself to stark reality ensured bliss. We've taken this vision and reworked it a bit. We've polished it and imbued it with hypnotic fascination. Why not? It makes us happy. The question is: Is the spectacle a "bad" thing? Must we fight this? Should we take up arms against the tyranny of an oppressive imperialism? Are we merely controlled by external forces, or do we see the enemy here and find that s/he is US. If the idea of spectacle is to call our attention to ourselves, why do we put energy into trying to control it instead of using the mirrored reflection to see ourselves as we really are? The spectacle is not just a manipulation of the somnambulistic hordes who are easily led to their own destruction for the good of the advertisers. This is not mere Pavlovian capitalism set in motion by greed and lust for power. Social interaction in the 21st century is gradually slipping
away. Society is redefining itself in the technological age.
The sparkles and glitter of a commodity culture lures us back into this
interaction, not away from it. It pulls us into contact with each other,
instead of allowing us to become plugged-in members of the web cloister. |
We look out on the world from inside ourselves. The bright lights of our own responses catch us, pull us out of the shells we insist on climbing into. Deep within each of us a gnawing urge moves us to be with others of our kind. This is what being human is all about. We can create incredible things, but ultimately, we create ourselves and our relationships with other people. This creativity is dazzling, colorful, attractive, spontaneous and eternal. Each human being finds himself in the world and carves his or her own life in it. It marks his or her passing -- it says, "I was here" -- but, there's no way to control other people in this flurry of creativity, and this is what we now, through spectacle, teach ourselves. It seems all change feels like loss. Perhaps those who
become so upset by spectacle fear a loss of Self in all this glitz.
The loss is no more than a shifting, a shedding, a moving onto other things. "What we lose is not the world,
but our captivation by the world." Notes: Debord, Guy. The Society of the Spectacle, Detroit.
Black and Red Press. (1977) The point of return (if you want to go home now). |
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