
Currently reading through, e-flux journal #12, which is chock-full of exceptional texts potentially teetering on the opportunity and failure of asking the question What is Contemporary Art?…
The most operational* of the texts is Jan Verwoert’s Standing on the Gates of Hell, My Services Are Found Wanting. This [um] essay [?] encourages the art-text to have potential beyond the typically discursive lines that their writers often fall short with by working on the same liminal grounds that the work of art often works on.
*Operational is being used here as a way to describe a process of delineating a phenomenon by performing it [a sort of in-and-of-itself].
The following excerpts have been compiled in order to persuade you to read for yourself.
“Standing there, I find myself, for instance, in the company of Irit Rogoff, and I am with her when she writes that what makes us contemporaries is the act of looking at the problems of our time together and the realization that we share these problems—and maybe not much more apart from these problems—as we inhabit the condition of contemporaneity together. I agree with her in principle.”
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“Weeping and laughing on the gates of hell, I do not feel particularly postmodernist. Postmodernism was neither particularly funny nor sad.”
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“In art and thinking we find the historical codes for understanding what meaning will have meant and how experience will have been experienced.”
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“This is done through a simple trick. It is the secret of the trade of true liars: Always only give people what they already have and think they deserve. But give it to them in a guise that allows them to rejoice in the illusion that they received something new, foreign, and exciting.”
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“A philosophy that creates laughter because it is a joke and consoles the weeping because it is a philosophy of tears, a philosophy in tears.”
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“Standing on the gates hell, facing the gates of hell, laughing and weeping on the gates of hell, I summon you now, my uncontemporary contemporaries, because you have summoned me to come here, to address you.”
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[Read it.]
And for those of you like me, who find yourselves needing to flip back to the author photo, continuously, while reading a book [so you can feel better about trying to understanding where the hell something is coming from], I’ve attached the following photo.
