Question: What do these statements have in common?"James Blunt is just as much a "rock" act as, say, the Arctic Monkeys." (Caroline Sullivan, from an article entitled "Rock of all Ages" in The Guardian.)
"But surely every genre or revived genre has been the same." (Reader comment after the same article.)
"Are European or Japanese news stands so different?" (Reader comment after Click Opera entry about American news-stands.)
"Any old legitimised artist is pretty much as good or as useless as any old legitimised anything else." (Reader comment after Click Opera entry on being an artist.)
"What will we do when the new ethics breaks down under the weight of the same inherent flaws as the old ethics?" (Reader comment after Click Opera discussion of ethics in art.)
Answer: These are examples of what I call "Procrustean Seeing".
Who is or was Procrustes?"Procrustes, whose name means "he who stretches", was arguably the most interesting of Theseus's challenges on the way to becoming a hero. He kept a house by the side of the road where he offered hospitality to passing strangers, who were invited in for a pleasant meal and a night's rest in his very special bed. Procrustes described it as having the unique property that its length exactly matched whomsoever lay down upon it. What Procrustes didn't volunteer was the method by which this "one-size-fits-all" was achieved, namely as soon as the guest lay down Procrustes went to work upon him, stretching him on the rack if he was too short for the bed and chopping off his legs if he was too long. Theseus turned the tables on Procrustes, fatally adjusting him to fit his own bed." (Mythweb)
When Theseus served up poetic justice, fitting Procrustes to his own bed by cutting off his head and feet, it may have been the end of a man, but it was just the beginning of a metaphor. Now, when we speak of a "Procrustean bed", we mean an arbitrary standard to which exact conformity is forced. The enemies of Socialism have often likened its emphasis on equality to Procrustes. But I'm not talking about equality of result, but equality of perception, making one size of thought fit all possible instances and cases. What's annoying about this response is that it declares a commentary which notices difference or specificity (the specificity of American magazines, for instance) irrelevant or unremarkable by declaring that all magazines are more or less the same.
In terms of my "seven deadly intellectual sins", Procrustean Seeing is a deadly combination of "pompous univeralism" and "moronic cynicism". It usually contains the idea that there's no point in distinguishing one thing from another (in other words, recognizing difference) because "it's all the same wherever you go". (Cue up my rant against Paul McCartney's "Ebony and Ivory" song.)I don't say it's motivated by evil. Procrustean Seeing has a lot of admirable motives. It may be motivated by an anxiety about declaring one thing better than another, a desire to avoid judgementalism. It may be motivated by the idea of equality of opportunity. Hey, we all have an equal opportunity to become fascists, disregard trifling historical details about Prussian militarism, and don't throw the first stone, because we all live in the same glass house! Procrustean Seeing can also be an attempt to prevent outgroups having negative stuff projected onto them, to prevent people from being isolated and bullied. (Cue Sting's song about how "the Russians love their children too".)
The trouble is, Procrustean Seeing is Panglossian. Like Dr Pangloss, it prefers to put its head in the clouds and see universal unity. The glass is half full, not half empty! All is for the best (or, reassuringly, the worst) in the best (or worst) of all possible worlds!
A bigger problem: Procrustean Seeing, one-size-fits-all, is teleological. Teleology (from telos, meaning end, purpose) is the supposition that there is design, purpose, directive principle, or finality in the works and processes of nature. It's a bit like anthropomorphism, the tendency to project human-like characteristics onto animals. It projects the kind of meanings we can understand onto a universe which doesn't share our conceptions. It assumes there are purposes in the way the universe is structured, the kind of purposes we ourselves have. As I sang in my song "The Sadness of Things", "for you, when things go wrong, they go wrong for all the right reasons... and the universe exists for the convenience of your feelings".But why would it "all be the same in the end"? What would be the reason that nothing would be different from anything else? Why would such a strange universe exist? So that, like Procrustes, we could "correct" difference with mutilation and murder? Does pompous universalism always contain this implicit threat, the idea that we won't recognize your difference from us so that, should we come to invade you and (for instance) destroy your museum, nothing will really be lost?
Donald Rumsfeld, as he stood on the steps of the demolished Iraqi art museum, is said to have asked: "How many vases do they need, anyway?"Donald, you utter bastard, those weren't just vases, they were encoded cultural particularities, the very DNA of character. They were difference itself. Let's not smash it up, either with our deeds, or with our thoughts.
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Date: 2006-05-12 02:59 pm (UTC)der.
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Date: 2006-05-12 03:06 pm (UTC)I shall start preparing immediately an entry on the intellectual error of "Meaningless Empiricism".
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Date: 2006-05-12 03:27 pm (UTC)Caroline Sullivan's assertion about rock being pop annoys me, because I find the binary between rock and pop a useful one. I want to take sides! I want there to be a big ideas-clash, a big lifestyle clash, in which different values, different views of what's important in life (authenticity versus artifice, for example) come into play! And I don't want either side to win!
Saying "It's all the same, really" is so wishy-washy! So disappointing! So monoculturally alarming! "You mean, I have nothing to choose from? No alternatives to embrace? No stand to make?"
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Date: 2006-05-12 03:23 pm (UTC)Damn good.
It was worth reading every word.
Thank you.
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Date: 2006-05-12 03:37 pm (UTC)Personally, I'm still struggling with the problem that you can't have harmony in a world where all the notes are the same. Harmony is resonating difference, so I'd prefer McCartney to have sung "We all know that people are different wherever you go".
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Date: 2006-05-12 03:44 pm (UTC)On the other hand, they were very uniformly dressed, so I might be wrong. I'm going back to procrastinating instead.
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Date: 2006-05-12 03:55 pm (UTC)The thing is, difference only leads to murder if you're a murderer. The thing to condemn is murder, not difference.
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Date: 2006-05-12 04:23 pm (UTC)Also, the guy who seems to have stumbled deliberately in
the Fitzwilliam Museum, Cambridge, to smash ancient Qing
Chinese vases. Crass demolition is not art: this was the
chap's first recorded "accident", but he has gone on to
fall in further costly ways, casting doubt on that first
destruction's happenstance.
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The World Service on Wednesday had the first of a pair of
programmes on what the Yankee Yahoos have done to Babylon
(coat archaeological significant sites with gravel so that
tanks can drive/park on it, grinding new stone fragments
deep into the historical layers, for a start: part of setting
up camp on other's culture). Joyless Vultures, indeed.
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Date: 2006-05-12 04:49 pm (UTC)Were these past few entries, then, an elaborate social experiment designed to trap us in your procrustean argument? I was a bit skeptical yesterday when, out of character, you criticized an element of Japanese society.
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Date: 2006-05-12 05:55 pm (UTC)The same goes for politics: the implied ethos, level of overt brutality and stylistic propaganda differ from one system to another but they are all, essentially, governments. All governments dictate and, no matter how much democracy may or may not be insinuated (though true democracy does not exist - fascist republics are as close as it gets in today's world), all governments are dictatorships, by definition.
It's the equality of direction: "This way is just as good as that way." Because we all end up at the same place eventually.
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Date: 2006-05-12 06:09 pm (UTC)I connect with this because I buy expensive shirts.
A shirt is a shirt is a shirt, right? Why buy a $200 shirt when you can get one for $10. If I buy the $10 shirt Im a good socialist worker who understands that a shirt is shirt. But if I buy the $200 shirt Im a facist wanker buying into corporate label conformity, right?
But I actually care about quality and design and that the workers were paid fair wages to make the shirt. I want the shirt to last ten years not six months. So alas I buy the expensive shirt and I'm happy in myself but have to endure people thinking Im a fashion facist in a Versace shirt who doesn't realise that a shirt is shirt is a shirt.
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Date: 2006-05-12 06:37 pm (UTC)just curious...how long did you live in Greece as a child?
you feeling okay lately? i want you in top form when i see you next week.
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Date: 2006-05-12 06:50 pm (UTC)see, I agree that race is a difference that makes a difference. sickle cell anemia. tay-sachs disease. yeah. groups of people might even appear to share a set of aggregate behavior patterns. I think it's fine to look, observe and react to people in one's daily life, and to always notice race as a factor.
but when somebody says "i've noticed that black people ______", the discomfort that I think most people feel is not, I think, just a social phenomenon. it's turning a number of actual, living people into a characteristic, a theory, a bunch of words.
talking about something authoritatively is also universalist, because authoritative observation (making up up terms, making cross-references to oneself) is way of making opinion look like science. (science is peer-reviewed.)
so what i'm arguing is this: maybe our understanding of race, ethnicity, religion, or any group should be experiential, intuitive, fluid. this is not the same as being non-judgemental, wishy-washy, panglossian. It's not having your head in the clouds. it's about understanding that theory is a voice of authority, and authority is power, and power can't speak truth to power.
I'd rather betray a subtle hint of Asperger's (runs in the family) than a subtle hint of racism.
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Date: 2006-05-12 06:50 pm (UTC)Procrustean Seeing and Race
Date: 2006-05-12 06:56 pm (UTC)It's good and fine and (I think) true to resist Procrustean Seeing, as a rule. But something also strikes me as naive in this: that is to say, the denial of all universals, without question. Universally, we share the weirdness of language: every human society has developed some coded form of communication. Anthropologically, we can begin to discern certain patterns of behavior in the ways humans have developed language, and its uses. Of course society and culture throw a monkey wrench into this, and as that's your main area of interest (it seems), I can understand why these kinds of "universals" don't quite fit.
We also have to keep a close watch on this emphasis on racial difference. It's a leitmotif I've seen coursing through this thread, and I will admit that it makes me fairly uncomfortable. The biological reality of race is a complete fairy tale, an 18th century construction that we can't seem to shake. As Dr. Robert Sussman (anthropologist at Washington University in St. Louis) put it, "We don't even come close to having enough genetic diversity for races, or subspecies -- not close."
When we start to believe that people of different colors are inherently different, we run into a problem. True, there are cultural and societal differences, but these are no more distinct than the cultural and societal differences between, say, the lumpen-proletariat and the ruling classes. The differences are fascinating, and the cultures that come from the differences should be cherished and appreciated, but to believe that they come from some actual, material, scientifically-proven definition of "race" is fall in line with the so-called "racial realists" like the American Renaissance editors.
Trust me, ya don't want to be a member of that club.
Anyway, /rant, as us Metafilter geeks say. Just wanted to jaw about race. Oh, by the way, CRACKING good article, Momus: maybe the best I've read from you. I love it when people aren't ashamed to get academic in the A.M.!
-Rob
Dammit Maggie would have loved this one.
Date: 2006-05-12 08:04 pm (UTC)Look at the site before it disappears:
http://www.mythandculture.com/weblog/diary.html
And Momus, thank you for keeping up the spirit of a particular point of view I have always enjoyed.
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Date: 2006-05-12 08:05 pm (UTC)i need to save this article for to save my sanity.
what most people probably mean, often enough, is just that there are only so many motivations that human beings can have, so that, no matter what our differences, there are certain basic elements of human nature that must not be forgotten.
but yeah, i hate this notion that "everybody is basically good" or that "everybody has a place in the world" because it's like these people see retards and violent imbeciles and find some way to talk around their existance like it has a purpose, rather than try to solve the problem of horrible people wreaking havoc or what have you.
if there were really a purpose for everything, then AIDs wouldn't exist. There are already plenty of viri/bacteriae/amoebae etc. to keep the world's population down [and in terror] for any geological era.
I do, however, believe that all these differences are the result of a one-ness of energy arranging itself differently, and we must treat it all as it works rather than how we'd like to, otherwise nothing we'd "like" could ever make its own dent in its own niche. After all "Everything" is one thing. A thing we must work with in the immediate state and moment, even though in finality, "with" and "against" make up the necessary two main sides of this subversive coin called "reality".
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Date: 2006-05-12 08:55 pm (UTC)To me, this kind of thinking keeps people at home for the rest of their lifes. I have a small theory about that some people develope this very overtly cynical view of the world which means they will never go anywhere and just stand and stomp on the same ground and see the same places because they concieve everything as "the same".
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Date: 2006-05-12 09:30 pm (UTC)procrustean propaganda
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Date: 2006-05-12 09:22 pm (UTC)This is one of many of your views that reflects my thoughts well. I generally have a hard time finding people who agree with me, or will at least accept what I think, and it's nice to have a constant reminder that I'm not too alone in some of my views. [/GUSH]
Some of your comments reminded me of a few topics I've been meaning to write on, but overall this entry saves me from having to keep explaining this idea to people I know. You do a much better job of it, anyway!
I wish you'd come to Seattle someday, as I can't afford a ticket to New York, much less anywhere else in the world. I know you said you don't plan on touring the US with your next album, but is there any chance you'll be in the area sometime?
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Date: 2006-05-12 09:24 pm (UTC)"It's a strange world. Let's keep it that way."
I really do love Planetary.
There are similarities, and there are differences in everything. Sometimes we just need to accept that we won't understand everything, that it won't fit into our perceptions. But sometimes we do understand something. Perhaps the understanding and lack thereof of our surroundings is one of the delights of life. We just need to get over ourselves. That is all.
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Date: 2006-05-12 09:46 pm (UTC)Login : shoben
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Momus the musical
(The curtains rise on an empty stage, bar a single wooden table laden with literary works aside is a small rickety wooden chair. A disembodied voiceover informs us it’s a cohabiting flat in the granite city of Aberdeen circa 1978.
A khaki trousered and burgundy loose fitting sweater wearing young Momus enters the stage left in visible, student angst
A spotlight scans across the audience before singling out Momus who turns surprised to the camera,Brahms “Selig sind die Toten, die in dem Herrn sterben” begins slowly in the background, Momus begins to recite)
“Another day, studying literature, so much knowledge and musings in my mind by yet…”
lowly breaks into song
“why does nobody like me me me? because I’m Paisley born pikey ? –ey –ey –ey ”
(Momus leans over his shoulder in a sympathy seeking manner)
“or is it because of my gammy eye ? natsume soseki never had this to TRY (as crescendo builds) him him him
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Momus the musical
(The curtains rise on an empty stage, bar a single wooden table laden with literary works aside is a small rickety wooden chair. A disembodied voiceover informs us it’s a cohabiting flat in the granite city of Aberdeen circa 1978.
A khaki trousered and burgundy loose fitting sweater wearing young Momus enters the stage left in visible, student angst
A spotlight scans across the audience before singling out Momus who turns surprised to the camera,Brahms “Selig sind die Toten, die in dem Herrn sterben” begins slowly in the background, Momus begins to recite)
“Another day, studying literature, so much knowledge and musings in my mind by yet…”
lowly breaks into song
“why does nobody like me me me? <echoing> because I’m Paisley born pikey ? –ey –ey –ey <echoing> ”
(Momus leans over his shoulder in a sympathy seeking manner)
“or is it because of my gammy eye ? natsume soseki never had this to TRY (as crescendo builds) him him him <echoing as chords fade, a slight ballet – esque manover is awkardly attempted…>
Momus pulling a challenging cowl hoodie top over his head in menace, glancing to his books
“like my masters before me, I will suceed, their successes and efforts are mine to feed, to feed ,to feed <echoing>
“then the girls at the union bar, will feel the need, the need, the need <echoing> FOR ME !”
(A stereo delayed echo rises to crescendo to peak on FOR ME, Momus crashes into the wooden table angrily casting aside his studies,the music strikes into “Handals Messiah” by Wendy Carlos as the stage is swathed in strobelight, “momaiah” enters from above, singling in a vocoder angelic voice atuned to the harmony )
“Japan awaites thee chosen one, misreporting form land of sun, thine calling of mixed matephor, to finance your futahhhh…. with apple product galore !”
(A myriad of ipod nanos, ibooks, isofa’s (patent pending) whirl past student Momus on wire strings like temptation exiting stage left “en gloria”, the music darkens…Alan Mcgee appears stage right waving a huge black rubber dildo, singing in baritone)
“but first you become my art school goma suri whooooore !”
(Momus turns in a frightened forever fulfilling networking leech faustian pact glance)
“does he really mean thine sooooooooo, surely make my once-touched holes, soooooore” <to semitone>
<scene closes with blood red curtains, only to open once more on silken white screens…>
next scene highlights : Flash back to 1970, an athens beach with a 9 yr old Momus being kiddy fiddled by an aging greek fisherman named bacchus behind an aging old wooden boat painted vermillion, Momus’ mother watches on (black vieled) thinking of Sylvia Plath)
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