Date: Mon, 23 Nov 1998 03:11:01 -0500 (EST) From: Michael Dean Benton <benton-AT-BGNet.bgsu.edu> To: mbenton723-AT-aol.com Subject: Fuck the Situationists (fwd) ---------- Forwarded message ---------- Date: Sun, 22 Nov 1998 21:06:53 -0800 (PST) From: A Spectacle <situationist-AT-lists.nothingness.org> To: situationist-AT-lists.nothingness.org Subject: Fuck the Situationists I propose a complete overhaul of the situationist milleu Their ideas are but mindcandy for the masses Situationists need jackets with Guy DeBord blowing his brains out in the arms of a banker All here could wear and closely identify In the beginning there was a clique of lazy Parisian artists who thought they were brilliant artists and called theselves 'lettrists' to verbalize their gimmick with letters etcetera etcetera. One of them, Guy Ernest DeBord, branched off and formed the situationists because he knew the lettrist gimmick to be unmarkateble. For, as all true capitalists know, revolution gets attention much quicker than art. And the lettrists would go down as having little significance, if any, in the places that knew what they were talking about. Debord played his cards right. It was like a football game between the situationist and their trans-national hipper-than-thou scene, but the situationists had the advantage of being somewhat international, as well as snobbish enough to look down at world and hold-out from cracking-up. So when the lettrists dissolved for good, the situationists capitalized on them further by going again to the cemetary and pretending it was, say, more conducive to solitude and necrophilia than the cafes of Montparnasse. They pretentiously called this aimless walking around 'psychogeography', a lettrist term from an illiterate who somehow had picked up some Greek in a soupkitchen. . . Guy DeBord had his plot laid out from the start: to manufacture revolution and to profit from it. In doing so, he would come to find that there was absolutely no point in anything, that life was entirely absurd, that people were apt to believe anything thrown at them if it was put right. But he only succeeded at manufacturing 'revolution' Raoul Vaneigam, a sidekick of Debords, was only there for party aspect of the whole ordeal. This, we can praise him for. And we are glad he did not show up at some silly event in 1968 that, really, was no biggie compared to the world wars of this century. No. Raoul went to the seaside and enjoyed himself. Had a few laughs. Drank beaujolais. Maybe even got fucked arseways by a sultry Italian prince Raoul was a just normal, ordinary type of guy. . . DeBord took himself so seriously that people of the gullible artistic believed him to be on to something with universal implications and therefore did worship him like fanatics. These people believe that there is a master critique and it is Debord's These people are nothing but idiots Who can believe a sorry sack of sorry shit like Debord? Why Lettrism even? It deserves no more poetry It's only revolution to dummies. . . ----London Aire, the insurance business, head-screwed-on-right _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? Get your free -AT-yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com --part1_911809634_boundary-- --part0_911809634_boundary-- --- from list avant-garde-AT-lists.village.virginia.edu ---
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