# Bourriaud's 'Altermodern', an eclectic mix of bullshit & bad taste

The recent trend for curators to view themselves as the ‘real’ ‘heroes’ of the art world continues with the Parisian fashion-poodle Nicolas Bourriaud (AKA Boring Ass) using “Altermodern”, the 2009 Tate Triennial, to promote himself over and above anything he’s actually included in this aesthetic disaster. The selection of works for ‘Altermodern’ struck me as remarkably similar to the last ‘big’ show I’d seen curated by Bourriaud, the Lyon Biennial in 2005. The art itself doesn’t really matter, it is there to illustrate a thesis. The thesis doesn’t matter either since it exists to facilitate Bourriaud’s career; and Bourriaud certainly doesn’t matter because he is simply yet another dim-witted cultural bureaucrat thrown up by the institution of art.
In Lyon, Bourriaud’s theme was Expérience de la Durée, which Frieze summed up as: “an art-historical argument for a ‘long 1990s’…. Unlike Cinderella, methods of making and thinking about art don’t become unwelcome at the ball just because the clock strikes midnight. If time, for David Bowie, ‘flexes like a whore’, for Bourriaud and Sans (Boring Ass’s Lyon co-curator and Palais de Tokyo chum) its movements are closer to soporific languor.” (Frieze ±95, Nov-Dec 2005).
For the Tate Triennial, Bourriaud has adopted a technique much beloved by talentless song-smiths when record companies demand new material they haven’t yet composed, take an existing riff and reverse it. Thus the back cover of the Triennial catalogue announces: “Few books introduce a word into the language as this one does. The term ‘altermodern’ has been coined by leading critical theorist and curator Nicolas Bourriaud to describe the art that has arrived at the end of the postmodern period, made in today’s global context, as a reaction against cultural standardisation.’ This claim singularly fails to mark out any new field for ‘contemporary’ cultural practice, since art in the modern sense of the term developed more than two centuries ago in reaction to the cultural standardisation of the first industrial revolution, and in the context of the development and global expansion of capitalism (the initial moves from its formal to its real domination, a process that continued until well into the 20th century). And it should hardly need stating that the justification for Bourriaud’s Tate squib is simply Lyon 2005 in reverse. But forwards, backwards or anagramatised, the notions Bourriaud hangs his shows on all amount to the same thing: bullshit.
So much for the (non)-‘theory’, what about the art? The video installation Hermitos Children by Spartacus Chetwynd looks like out-takes from a promo by a really bad indie band replete with mock-shocking nudity (zzzzzzz). Nathaniel Mellors’ Gaintbum is even worse, featuring as it does films of would-be luvvies rehearsing for a play about being stuck inside a huge arse (and yes, the free guide really does explain that coprophilia is “an obsession with excrement”). While in The Plover’s Wing, Marcus Coates fakes it up as a shaman, and comes across as truly pathetic because he clearly has no idea that practices he is unable to even parody, emerged at the very moment tribal society began to stratify into class societies, and were thus a response to alienation.
That said, there is the odd decent piece in Altermodern, even if Bourriaud is only able to include the most outstanding work by completely over-indulging his taste for slip-shod curational methods. The Tate Triennial is supposedly an exhibition of emerging British artists, Gustav Metzger is actually stateless (he does live in London) and his art world reputation dates all the way back to the 1960s. Those two things don’t particularly matter to me in relation to the curation of this show, but I do object to Bourriaud re-dating Metzger’s work so that it can be presented as recent art. Metzger’s Liquid Crystal Environment dates from 1965, not 2006 as the labelling in Bourriaud’s Altermodern exhibition would have it. This work has also been shown relatively recently as part of the Gustav Metzger Retrospectives at the Museum of Modern Art Oxford in 1998/99, and the photograph in the MOMA Papers Volume 3 (page 40) produced to accompany that exhibition is dated ‘1965/98’ (the standard method of dating re-made work when the ‘original’ is unavailable). Metzger’s Liquid Crystal Environment was shown again as part of the Summer of Love show at Tate Liverpool (2005) and then toured in Europe through to late summer 2006. The piece was re-made once more for this exhibition and is correctly dated in the catalogue (page 221) as “1965/2005”. The Tate then bought the piece from Metzger, and it should have been labelled in Altermodern as “1965/2005”; but this dating would render its inclusion absurd, and a charlatan like Bourriaud – who can’t be bothered to seek out decent contemporary work – has no qualms about faking the provenance of a piece like Liquid Crystal Environment.
But let’s move on to the catalogue, which like the posters and other graphic elements in the show was designed by M/M, the Paris based team of Michael Amzalag and Mathias Augustyniak. The Design Museum sums up the career of these bozos with the following words: “After starting out with music projects, M/M became involved with Yamamoto and Sitbon in 1995 and have since worked for other fashion houses including Balenciaga, Louis Vuitton and Calvin Klein. Their work in the art world ranges from commissions for museums such as Centre Georges Pompidou and Palais de Tokyo in Paris, to collaborations with artists like Philippe Parreno and Pierre Hughe. Amzalag and Augustyniak also work as creative consultants to Paris Vogue.” My own take is that M/M’s way too self-conscious use of ‘ecentric’ typefaces is unnecessarily baroque and looks like complete shit. In a classic triumph of would-be ‘style’ over substance, M/M don’t put page numbers on certain sections of the Altermodern catalogue, including the three ‘keynote’ essays at the front (meaning that anyone wanting to cite quotes has to count off the pages by turning them); no doubt if M/M were architects the idea of getting ‘transgressive’ by designing buildings without foundations would appeal to them. That said, the catalogue’s content is even worse that its cretinous design.
Bourriaud’s introduction to the Triennial catalogue exposes the lack of anything substantial behind his half-baked notion of the ‘altermodern’. To quote Boring Ass directly: “The term ‘altermodern, which serves as the title of the present exhibition and to delimit the void beyond the post-modern, has its roots in the idea of ‘otherness’.” (page 12). If Bourriaud sees a void beyond postmodernism, this is presumably because he is loathe to admit that capitalism (like feudalism and every other form of exploitation to be found in recorded history) has a finite life-span. Likewise by connecting alter to other, Bourriaud reminded me of a book I read a dozen years ago, The Other Modernism: F. T. Marinetti’s Futurist Fiction of Power by Cinzia Sartini Blum (University of California Press, 1996). In this tome, Blum “investigates a diverse array of… futurist textual practices that range from formal experimentation with ‘words in freedom’ to nationalist manifestos that advocate intervention in World War I and anticipate subsequent fascist rhetoric of power and virility.” Curiously, some of Bourriaud’s rhetoric does indeed echo Marienetti’s ‘other’ modernism, viz: “altermodernism sees itself as a constellation of ideas linked by the emerging and ultimately irresistible will to create a form of modernism for the twenty-first century.” (catalogue, page 12). So don’t go accusing Boring Ass of being a ‘mainstream’ liberal, since he counterposes ‘irresistible will’ to notions of agency! That said, it might be that ‘natural’ ‘leaders’ like Bourriaud have ‘will’ and ‘agency’, and it is this which will determine the altermodern ‘evolution’ of ‘the masses’! I am, of course, assuming here that when Boring Ass anthropomorphises altermodernism by talking about how it ‘sees itself”, he is simultaneously indulging in a process of personification in which he becomes the physical embodiment of his own ‘ideal’ In which case altermodernism might more properly be taken as a synonym for Bourriaud’s personal variant on narcissism.
Moving on, Bourriaud pointedly steps back from anything as contentious as overt link-ups with full blown fascist modernism: “The historical role of modernism, in the sense of a phenomenon arising within the domain of art, resides in its ability to jolt us out of tradition; it embodies a cultural exodus, an escape from the confines of nationalism and identity tagging, but also from the mainstream whose tendency is to reify thought and practice. Under threat from fundamentalism and consumer driven uniformisation, menaced by massification and the enforced re-abandonment of individual identity, art today needs to reinvent itself, and on a planetary scale. And this new modernism, for the first time, will have resulted from global dialogue. Postmodernism, thanks to the post-colonial criticism of Western pretensions to determine the world’s direction and the speed of its development, has allowed the historical counters to be reset to zero; today, temporalities intersect and weave a complex network stripped of a centre. Numerous contemporary artistic practices indicate, however, that we are on the verge of a leap out of the postmodern period and the (essentialist) multicultural model from which it is indivisible; a a leap that would give rise to a synthesis between modernism and post-colonialism.” (page 12).
All of which can be taken as so much sound and fury signifying nothing, the proverbial tale told by an idiot, because post-colonialism was ‘always and already’ an integral part of modernity (just as modernism and modernity are inseparable from a process of globalisation that was already in motion in the sixteenth century; and rather than marking a break with modernism, ‘post’-modernism is actually a continuation of modernity). It strikes me that Bourriaud might benefit from sitting down with a few books written by the likes of Paul Gilroy. Likewise, Boring Ass talks of the historical role of artistic modernism, then of the historical counters being reset to zero (which he presumably sees as nullifying any historical role modernism performed); similarly, he speaks of our contemporary world being characterised by a complex network stripped of a centre, as well as the threat of ‘the mainstream’ reifying thought and practice. If there is a dialectical telos at work in Bourriaud’s ‘thought’ to provide a methodological underpinning to these otherwise senseless inversions, then it stands in direct contradiction to the claims he makes elsewhere in this text such as: “Our civilisation, which bears imprints of a multicultural explosion and the proliferation of cultural strata, resembles a structureless constellation awaiting transformation into an archipelago.” It looks like what is waiting to kick off here is that old idealist fallacy about consciousness being brought in from outside the ‘masses’, a trope much beloved by the likes of Lenin and Mussolini. Likewise, while artistic modernism may indeed – as Bourriaud claims – serve to ‘jolt us out of tradition’, it is important to remember that fundamentalism and traditionalism are also products of modernity in its broadest sense. Given the positions Bourriaud strikes, it unfortunately also becomes necessary to restate once again that artistic modernism is not necessarily incompatible with fascism and/or nationalism, and indeed that fascism is not incompatible with anarchism (see, for example, my text of a dozen years ago Anarchist Integralism).
Bourriaud’s rant about the “threat from fundamentalism and consumer driven uniformisation” and “being menaced by massification and the enforced re-abandonment of individual identity”, like his ritual denunciations of multiculturalism, are familiar enough as political rhetoric. That said, most of us are probably more used to seeing such positions articulated by ideologically motivated crytpo-fascists than art curators. Of course, it is possible that when Bourriaud speaks of ‘the threat from fundamentalism’ he means the type found in the US Bible belt, but if this is the case it is extremely foolish of him to refrain from explicitly saying so because the terminology he uses is so closely bound up with the political rhetoric of groups like the French Nouvelle Droite that many people will assume he is invoking so called “Muslim fundamentalists”.
In a review I wrote for Art Monthly last summer, I observed: “Interviewed recently by Anthony Gardner and Daniel Palmer, Bourriaud claimed ‘our new modernity is based on translation’… When in the interview just mentioned, Bourriaud speaks of the ‘fight for autonomy and the possibility of singularity’, he could be mistaken for a late-twentieth century disciple of Italian Dadaist Julius Evola.” The specific disciples I was thinking of were Nouvelle Droite ideologues such as Alain de Benoist, people who were far more influenced by Evola’s fascist politics than his brief involvement with the modernist avant-garde. I would, however, stress that I quite deliberately used the term ‘mistaken for’ and I am NOT claiming Bourriaud is an unreconstructed crypto-fascist.
The Wikipedia (on 16 February 2009) summarises Alain de Benoist’s views thus: ““from being close to fascist French movements at the beginning of his writings in 1970, he moved to attacks on globalisation, unrestricted mass immigration and liberalism as being ultimately fatal to the existence of Europe through their divisiveness and internal faults. His influences include Antonio Gramsci, Ernst Jünger, Jean Baudrillard, Helmut Schelsky, Konrad Lorenz, and other intellectuals. Against the liberal melting-pot of the U.S., Benoist is in favour of separate civilisations and cultures. He also says he opposes Jean-Marie Le Pen, racism and anti-Semitism. He has opposed Arab immigration in France, while supporting ties with Islamic culture. He has also tried to distance himself from Adolf Hitler, Vichy France or Aryan supremacy, in favor of concepts like ‘ethnopluralism,’ in which organic, ethnic cultures and nations must live and develop in separation from one another.”
Despite Bourriaud’s inflammatory rhetoric about ‘a multicultural explosion’ in the Tate Triennial catalogue, I continue to view him as an over-ambitious culture industry hack rather than a political demagogue. He may have picked up the moronic phraseology he employs almost unconsciously and have no idea of what it signifies politically. On the other hand, Boring Ass may be hedging his bets, thinking that ambiguous statements of the kind he is making about the ‘altermodern’ will ingratiate him with the political establishment in France if there are further swings to the right. It isn’t entirely clear to me what Bourriaud’s ambitions are, but it wouldn’t surprise me to learn he wanted to be director of an institution such as the Centre Georges Pompidou, or else running cultural policy for the French government; and if this is what he desires, then his curational charlatanism (viz re-dating Metzger’s work) indicates that he is unscrupulous enough to attempt to achieve it through a somewhat ambiguous redeployment of Nouvelle Droite motifs.
There are only two pieces in the Altermodern show that actually resonate with Bourriaud’s inflammatory catalogue essay. Curiously, Adrian Searle in his Guardian online review felt moved to link them: “…one sits and listens to Olivia Plender’s description of the relationship between Robin Hood and the various splits in the scouting movement in the early 20th century, and how that eventually led – via digressions on EM Forster, the Kibbo Kift and the archives at the Whitechapel Gallery – to a troubling faction called the Green Shirts (not a million miles from the fascist Blackshirts), who railed against the British Credit System in the 1930s (one of their number fired an arrow at 10 Downing Street). On the table, there are last week’s newspapers, with their credit-crunch headlines. The point circuitously being made is not so different from that of the mad, anti-semitic conspiracy theorist in Mike Nelson’s installation. Everything is connected, they both say. We just need the key.”
I have already criticised Mike Nelson elsewhere (bottom part of that page) for his redeployment of anti-Semitic motifs in a different work, which was done ‘without a suitable critical framing’. There I also observed: “the art world doesn’t just represent violence, it also reproduces it; and like the rest of capitalist society, often in its most murderous forms. Art won’t save the world; only the vast majority of us acting collectively can make this marvellous green planet somewhere that is really worth living.”
So to sum up, Altermodern at Tate Britain isn’t really about what’s happening in contemporary art, it is actually about Nicolas Bourriad and very little else. The show itself is boring and you really don’t need to see it. Nonetheless, just what were the Calouste Gulbenkian Foundation thinking of when they underwrote Bourriaud’s ‘altermodern’ activities? Answers in the comments please!
And while you’re at it don’t forget to check – www.stewarthomesociety.org – you know it makes (no) sense!

### Comment by The Vegetarian Nicholas Serota on 2009-02-17 00:43:02 +0000

You shouldn’t pay any attention to what Bourriaud writes. It’s educating the public through the art that really counts.

### Comment by The Fake Sheena Wagstaff on 2009-02-17 00:44:48 +0000

Oh hi Nick, fancying meeting you here, seems like our lives just keep drawing us together and we’ve got so many institutions in common – both of us coming up to the Tate via MOMA Oxford and The Whitechapel!

### Comment by The Non-Gagosian Mark Francis on 2009-02-17 00:46:39 +0000

Hey Nick! I’m gonna buy you a book on synchronicity for your birthday coz every time I run into you by accident you’re with my wife! Strange isn’t it!

### Comment by The Vegetarian Nicholas Serota on 2009-02-17 00:47:55 +0000

It’s because of our work. The cyber world is full of ghostly tricks and doublings. As you probably know my namesake is director of The Tate, and Sheena’s namesake is Chief Curator at Tate Modern. Sometimes I even start believing I am the director of The Tate, but when I get delusional like that a few mouse clicks set me straight. But are you okay Mark? You look monstrous!

My brain hurts.

### Comment by The Fake Sheena Wagstaff on 2009-02-17 00:51:30 +0000

Honey, do you want a headache pill? Here take this.
(Sheena hands Mark a blue pill. Mark swallows it).

### Comment by The Non-Gagosian Mark Francis on 2009-02-17 00:52:31 +0000

What was that? Are you sure you gave me the right pill?

### Comment by The Fake Sheena Wagstaff on 2009-02-17 00:53:34 +0000

Shit, I got the Viagra and paracetamol mixed up!

### Comment by The Non-Gagosian Mark Francis on 2009-02-17 00:54:35 +0000

I’ve got the horn!

### Comment by The Vegetarian Nicholas Serota on 2009-02-17 00:55:42 +0000

Mark, your grammar is atrocious, that should have been plural.

### Comment by The Nicolas Bourriaud Bot on 2009-02-17 00:56:42 +0000

How Shakespearean!

### Comment by The Vegetarian Nicholas Serota on 2009-02-17 00:57:53 +0000

I may have given him horns but now I feel like a spare prick at a wedding.

### Comment by The Fake Sheena Wagstaff on 2009-02-17 00:59:22 +0000

I’ve got some gooseberries, would anybody like one?

### Comment by The Nicolas Bourriaud Bot on 2009-02-17 01:00:21 +0000

Don’t eat them yet. I’ll call Rirkrit Tiravanija and he can work them into something that will pass for perfect with a pack of gooseberry fools.

### Comment by Wild Man Larry on 2009-02-17 01:01:14 +0000

My name is Larry. My name is Larry. And I’m a truck broom broom! I’m a truck broom broom! If you can’t swallow my manhood you’ll just have to choke on it, no one gags on my name!

### Comment by The Penniless Parliament of Threadbare Poets on 2009-02-17 01:02:14 +0000

Now touching on the benefit of public and private art galleries, we think it very commodious that those curators of weakest wit having been promoted due to the advantage of their gender, should pay a ram’s head to their more able colleagues in penance for their folly. And we think it convenient that some shall take their colleagues’ beds for their own, and some their subordinates for their wives; and if light bulbs could tell tales, that some curators take a familiar for a flea. Likewise we think it convenient that there should be many takers of the same bed, with these curators working their way through it in shifts. For some who would be taken as wise men are indeed very fools; such woodcocks take piss poor video works from Shoreditch flakes as the very equal of film or photographs by John Latham or Ida Kar. Indeed, these knaves would look less foolish standing in the middle of Brick Lane with a piss-pot on their head, than they do standing amidst the abysmal exhibitions they’ve curated.

### Comment by the devil’s knob on 2009-02-17 02:39:29 +0000

don’t 100% agree with you re: all the work -but know what you mean! went round the show with some others last week. whether or not some or all aspects of any of the works or the human / social / historical interest to “case-study” info are any good….the whole things all information-overload / compassion fatigue. its impossible to take in (but not a la some outsize cockmeat challenging or defeating the gob / pussy / ass fuckholes of a fuckdoll -unless thats how enn-bee deems himself, this and us!). frustration and boredom outweigh and replace mere curiosity, never mind founded or misguided fascination. consciously or otherwise, enn-bee must consider himself more important than the incidental and secondary “contents”.

### Comment by Noktor Wibes on 2009-02-17 09:43:53 +0000

Dear Sir,
I object to your turgid analysis of Monseur Bourrirude. I recently read his magnificent treatise ‘Annexation from Svengali Heights [Pre-Re-Constructed Enabling Techniques For Career Path Curators]’ his definiive work on post-apartheid cluster fuck and was transported back in time as a consequence of ring modulation, therefore enabling me to reconstruct alternative futures for any real or imagined art movement or non-creative act at my discretion. I thoroughly recommend it! Monseur Beauregard’s work has also taught my dog to shoot a gun!

### Comment by The Nicolas Bourriaud Bot on 2009-02-17 11:49:03 +0000

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### Comment by Megan Marauder on 2009-02-17 12:56:34 +0000

Thank God you told me I didnt need to see this show. I was about to run away from home to be with you and Michael K although I had reservations about staying in Tessie’s room while she’s off climbing the Scientology ladder with Tom Cruise.

### Comment by La Font De Saint Yenne on 2009-02-17 13:01:34 +0000

Down with artistic slavery! Down with Nicolas Bourriaud! Long live creativity!

### Comment by Jay Joplin Inc on 2009-02-17 14:10:12 +0000

All this talk about ideology and aesthetics bores me, when I see an art work I ask myself one simple question: can I sell it for a lot of money? If the answer is yes then it excites me.

### Comment by A Real Homi K. Bhabha on 2009-02-17 14:19:49 +0000

Bourriaud doesn’t have anything to say! And his prose is almost as shoddy as mine!

### Comment by Pundit on 2009-02-17 20:35:14 +0000

But as an ubercurator who does Bourriaud feel will be the Premiere League champions this year?
Curator artist Gavin Wade has made his views on the matter clear but altermodernist Bourriaud does not come clean on his own thinking – will Fergusson’s ‘fight for autonomy and the possibility of singularity’ see Manchester United once more winners or will Wade’s Aston Villa pull through?

### Comment by John Rogers on 2009-02-18 00:14:55 +0000

I think your tag cloud is infinitely more interesting than Altermodern by the sound of it

### Comment by Marvo Man on 2009-02-18 00:16:50 +0000

Bourriaud is a plonker, real heroes make themselves the stars of their own movies and comix!

### Comment by Clement Greenberg on 2009-02-18 00:50:20 +0000

Kitsch! Kitsch! Kitsch!

### Comment by The Hackney Mole Man on 2009-02-18 10:02:30 +0000

I dig Hackney but Bourriaud sucks shit through a straw!

### Comment by Benedict ‘Dutch’ Spinoza on 2009-02-18 10:59:05 +0000

Better to be a lens grinder like me than an asshole like Bourriaud!

### Comment by Michael K on 2009-02-18 13:16:34 +0000

I actually quite fancy Bourriaud but I cant find out whether he’s straight, gay or likes a double cheeseburger on occasion

### Comment by TWILIGHT OF THE IDOLS on 2009-02-18 15:44:39 +0000

On Saturday 21st of February, Laura Oldfield Ford alongside members of We Are bad, London Psychogeographical Association and West Essex Inqalab will be facilitating a ‘derive’(drift) or psychogeographic walk around the area of East London currently being redeveloped for the 2012 olympics. The tactic of psychogeography will be employed to expose the repressed desires of the city and uncover the histories the Olympic delivery authority have attempted to erase. We will plot sites of social antagonism where the demolished and displaced will return to haunt the developers, and obsolete maps will be used to chart the public space barred to us in the 2012 corporate land grab.
We welcome participants to this walk to join a collective cognitive mapping of the Stratford and Hackney Wick and hope that stories, anecdotes, drawings, ideas generated on the route will form part of the next wave of resistance to the Olympic spectacle.
The walk will inform the next issue of Savage Messiah zine to be launched at the gallery in early March.
Bring flyposters , old maps, chalk and marker pens.
Meet 1pm Hales Gallery http://www.halesgallery.com
“Walking through London is a melancholy experience. The phantom of an invented, slickly choreographed future haunts the shadowscapes. Where are these photoshopped families, the joyful inhabitants of the yuppiedromes? They are not here yet, but their avatars stalk us.
Amidst the rubble and chaos, Polish construction workers in luminous garb skip in and out of vans for papers and fags. Oily leatherskins deconstruct the rusting heaps. Sometimes there’s a group of kids with a nicked scooter, always the same, taking apart, a destructive urge, parts examined and strewn across the Greenway path. The area is cut, examined, destroyed, not rebuilt but cast off as parts hurled across a flat expanse. The sewage pipe was the conduit, it sliced through the wreckage and gave a gods eye view across the marshlands.” Laura Oldfield Ford Savage Messiah issue 8.
W€$T €$\$€X INQ@£@B ?????? – WEST ESSEX INTIFADA
http://antisystemic.org/inqalab
Savage Messiah zine
http://www.savagemessiahzine.com
email savagemessiah@hotmail.co.uk for more info or check gallery website .
Approx intinerary..12.30-1pm.Hales Gallery, bus number 8 to Roman Road, walk across to Hackney Wick, Stratford, approx 3pm then Angel Lane, Eastway ending up round East end pubs, Victoria Park and Bethnal Green from 5pm. Call 07941 998521 on the day to find out where we are.

### Comment by Helen of Troy on 2009-02-18 17:40:56 +0000

Hey ho, looks like Bourriaud is the arse that launched a thousand shits.

### Comment by Stiv Bators on 2009-02-18 18:12:05 +0000

Fuck art, let’s dance!

### Comment by Díre McCain on 2009-02-18 21:11:18 +0000

The biggest question for the eight-item menu is what to do with the double cheeseburger, considered its anchor. Some restaurants are selling it with one slice of cheese instead of two, and billing it as a “double hamburger with cheese.” Others are offering a double hamburger without cheese.
The Calouste Gulbenkian Foundation were clearly geeked out on Shabu…
And why the hell does Faecesbook keep insisting that I may know this Bourriaud character?

### Comment by Michael K on 2009-02-18 23:54:57 +0000

Hey I’m definitely going on that derive especially as it starts near a bus-stop that, historically is important as the site for successive meetings of the Post-Samplist Internotional. Can I bwing a fwend?

### Comment by Marvin Gaye on 2009-02-19 00:29:20 +0000

I really don’t wanna dance, girl I just wanna get in your pants… and the pants of all my other Post-Samplist international friends who hang out at the 35 bus stop on Shoreditch High Street!

### Comment by Rip Van Winkle on 2009-02-19 02:09:26 +0000

Nicolas Bourriaud zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!

### Comment by Michael K on 2009-02-20 03:37:24 +0000

Pant-getting on the in-front is a groove sensation!

### Comment by Michael K on 2009-02-20 03:43:10 +0000

And the 35 bus-stop on Shoreditch High Street is not only important as a Post_Samplist Internotional heritage site (although the shelter at Arnold’s Circus is more significant as it hosted a meeting of ‘The Eleven’ in 2000 and again in 2003 before they moved to the garden at Hoxton Square in 2005 and 2007)) but it’s also where me and my baby used to catch a bus home to an ever-growing ecstasy. I still miss her occasionally.

### Comment by Art is for Pussies on 2009-02-20 20:38:42 +0000

I note that Kate Muir was similarly unimpressed by this exhibition…

### Comment by THE END OF THE AGE OF DIVINITY on 2009-02-25 22:37:43 +0000

While Capitalism crumbles as international labour continues its historical
subordination of land and capital to its power, the bourgeois ruling class in London is using the temporal event of the centenary of the proto-Fascist Futurist manifesto in another attempt to unify against Communism – from the government’s propaganda machine, through to avant-gardists, artists and of course, the so-called revolutionaries.
The notoriously racist BBC have recently run interviews with avant-garde artists, rehashing CIA frontman Clement Greenburg’s ideas – of avant-garde as kitsch modernism. This 2 dimensional logic – of thesis and antithesis of modernism and post modernism, without the historical synthesis of the avant-garde only serves to obscure the cultural force of art today – and bring together the avant-garde and the occult, all the while denying both.
This shutting down and denial of consciousness – is nothing new and reminds us of the proto-fascist Futurist theories of 4 dimensional painting, shutting down consciousness into 3 spatial and 1 temporal dimension using mystical notions of intuition and genius – precisely at the point when capitalism itself was under threat during the First World War. It’s no surprise then that other London avant-gardes were on Radio 4 recently equating Communism with Fascism in support the European state’s celebration of the proto-fascist Futurists centenary – evidence
that the only future for ruling class culture is back up its own anal passage that is signified by its 1 dimensional history.
And for an example of something which has even less dimensions, think of the upcoming promotion of the Post-Futurists who equate Communism with a singularity!
The 0 dimensional singularity is of course a euphemism for God in European scientific circles – the moment of the big bang of divine creation that is the aim of the scientists search at CERN -as it has been for centuries. To equate this with Communism reveals a deep seated Eurocentrism.
The only creator is the worker and this creation – and of course Communism – is not a definitive point fixed in space and time but it a constant unfolding and opening of space time and value – by the Revolutionary Proletariat which expands its activities through 3 dimensions of space, 3 dimensions of time and 3 dimensions of
logic – and beyond, onwards to ever expanding relations and perspectives of the workers.
IT IS THE END OF THE AGE OF DIVINITY

### Comment by Ryan Gander on Speed on 2009-04-06 17:47:18 +0000

Me, Bourriaud and Saatchi. Currently the hottest Bermuda triangle of the art world.

### Comment by mistertrippy on 2009-04-06 20:12:17 +0000

In other words you’ve all disappeared up your own and each other’s arseholes, which is why I didn’t bother to go and see your last local show, which was in fact at the South London Gallery.

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