Archive | June 2011

I Want None Of This

I Want None of This, 2011, ballpoint pen and collage on paper, 180X110cm

 I Want None Of This is not a direct critique of the build up to the recession and the cut-backs that are following. It is a landscape in which I do my best to express my experience and feelings about the whole of the system. With the aim to show the suffocating and constricting feeling I, and I am sure lots of others get as it blocks out any light, forcing us to sink or swim/live this way or fail, only for it to fail us as it errs, again and again – which we must dutifully accept as inevitable.

In today’s world, people acknowledge that I’m no fool to the world, yet they simultaneously tell me that I see no sense. Likewise, I am often told that I am living in a dream world whilst they live in one big illusion – an illusion of the durability and the ability to deliver of this infrastructure in which we can all ‘specialise’ in a certain career path and allow all the other ‘specialists’ to do their bit so we don’t have to. This is my experience of coming into contact with a general logic that has gone insane in its elder years. We all have to capitulate to the insanity or sink into destitution. I find that I am eternally in deadlock, and it doesn’t end no matter how many times others tell me that I mustn’t be because ‘this is the way of the world and you’re not going to change it’. It is destroying the planet, eroding our harmony with it, but it is also blatantly no longer giving us the better quality of life, which it could previously have always claimed to be doing. But this is when we face its tyranny in giving us no option but proceed this way.

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The child-like images of young people shouting out what they want to be when they grow older is an important signal for my own predicament, as nothing suits me, I have no career in mind, from when I was a day-dreaming child to a anxiety-ridden young adult, I never have done and never will. At a social level, this provokes ceaseless anxiety. I cannot move, but I feel that I am been pushed; the precarious, and (supposed to be) terrifyingly unaccommodating landscape is an attempt to picture this feeling. It’s not that I criticise others for having careers plans. I just can’t see a future for careers in this fragile world we are heading into. But I fear that I will sink sooner than the rest, as the social tide rises and am left baffled and stranded, before we all do in physical reality as the sea levels rises.

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Peak Time Alienation

(WARNING THIS POST HAS HAD AN USUALLY LARGE SOAKING IN NEGATIVITY. I WILL RETURN WITH HOPE SHORTLY)

Walking through a nearby city centre on a Saturday and now I remember why I don’t mind the fact that I rarely get a weekend off work – They’re horrible! For Christssake, get these people back behind their office desks, and stop them spending their money on pointless car journeys to town via the McDonald’s drive through! Temporary irrational thinking and a bit of generalisation here – “Phew, for a minute then I lost myself”; Sorry about this, I will attempt to right my illogical mood, but right it to what?

When one books time off work only to realise that they’d rather be back at work and just dreaming about time off instead, one finds themselves in a huge existential crisis. There’s no escaping things that get to you about life in the 21st century on a weekend. For me, who sees a weekend as a mini version of Christmas – precisely because I seem to have the same feelings of alienation from (what appears to be) the mass frantic search for enjoyment where I just see an empty nihilist pit, and (because I get a weekend off almost as rare as there is a Christmas) people’s consumption levels seem to be at a scarily high level comparable with festive times – I tend to see these times through a dystopian lens, and the lens must be glued to my face as I can’t seem to readjust my outlook.

FACT: Weekends, just like Festive events, are ideologically prescribed times for leisure and socialising, with the effect that to be doing something otherwise actually makes you feel like you’re doing something socially unacceptable. This is why those who don’t (or cannot) get along friction-free with this ‘idea’ of how we ought to live, find themselves alienated and extremely uncomfortable in places which they probably felt more or less ‘OK’ in a few days prior to the weekend. But many (including myself), even if knowledge tells them this is an unsatisfactory design for living and it isn’t what they want, have still had their beliefs and feelings massively tampered with by a media and over-heard-conversation indoctrination, – thus although they know that a trip into a quite woodland area or tending to their garden (just two blunt examples) is probably going to make them feel better, the pull of the bright lights of the city centres is far stronger. Then their wish to get rid of their beliefs in a hope that it may be easy to accept this design for living starts speaking: “Anyway, there may be just a chance you’ll bump into someone who will show you how to enjoy what until now seemed unenjoyable – FORGET, how nice would that be!!”. FAT CHANCE.

As I’m writing this I’m watching the beginnings of an PlayBoy Bunny-head-gear- style ‘hen-Do’ from the window of a chain-cafe, which I feel guilty about purchasing a drink from but which seemed like the only quite place from the busyness outside and the busyness in my mind which follows on with its nice habit of doing things like transforming coughs and splutters in a queue in TK Maxx into grunts from well-reared pigs at markeT, and connecting every purchased product inside a shopping bag to its humble sweat-shop beginnings (which is a justifiable thing to do, but once my brain starts to attempt to do this in a busy shopping area I think it’s obvious that a meltdown on some scale isn’t far around the corner). I always start to walk funny or pull frowning faces down busy shopping streets, just in the faint hope that this isn’t the bizarre late capitalist totalitarianism, where everyone is at some level (some fathoms higher than others) subordinated to a amoral system bent on permanent growth, and there is actually some Stalin-esq/Big Brother figure watching over us all, praying that he notices that I’m ‘not down with this’ and pulls me out of this horribleness and locks me away, and uses torture methods which I can actually claim are torture, rather than the ones we are currently made to endure and told that it is actually fun.

On a more serious note, what a weekend does to me is heighten my fears that we really aren’t going to sort out this mass consumption fix before it causes an humanity-ruining ecological riot. I can sometimes just about believe that we may have a chance on a weekday, but not on a weekend. Bags and bags of new clothes; busyness in Primark (sweat-shop user bar-none, by all acounts) on a scale that one would think it was staging a massive festival; way too may 4X4’s (still not giving a shit if they hit me or not); and a general immersion of seemingly all people in this city (which feels like all 7 billion of us) into fashion; immersed in their own image; the atomised pure self; the wannabe be rockstar; the ‘special one’ who (as assured by Hollywood and Disney) will get their happy ending one day. And if one thinks that people will unite for a common cause when the time comes, well, the amount of times today I have apologised for bumping into somebody (both when it’s been my fault and their fault) only for them to look at me like I was a 5.7 foot turd, or to ignore me as if it was just a solid bit of air they bumped into – no friends to make in a late-capitalist city centre on a Saturday afternoon, that’s for sure.

IT’S PART THEIR DOING PART MY DOING

Truth be told, I do have a great difficulty in enjoying life wherever I am, which is why I never even attempt to go off ‘somewhere nice!’ (at least I get ideas for my art work in frustrating cities). If I was stood looking at the Grand Canyon, there would still be a gaping emptiness nagging at me with speaker-system volume inside. That’s why when ever I’ve been on holiday in the past 5 years, the only thing that seemed to have any resonance was the Cider in the evening, which is exactly what I do when I’m at home. I’m at loss wherever I am if I’m not making my work, expressions against this ruling system, which, even though I am still partly indoctrinated by it, I’d be at a loss without making my working against it. Quite a dilemma then. But I think tourism’s become worthless anyway, and actually very destructive and I can’t see any good in the general bulk of it (festivals included). If I’m being honest, I think many are being dishonest (even if they don’t know they are) when they tell you “how great” where they’ve been is, and how you “must go too” because it’s a “must see!”. All we are is consumers, consuming experiences to add to our individual profiles (‘now in social networking format!’), which is why the digital camera is so damn popular, because people can accumulate experience without actually experiencing what is left to experience of it anyway. And all the better for it, as nothing seems to have the meaning it’s supposed to have anymore anyway – but it seems like hardly anyone dare say this.

Sound cynical? Maybe I’m just pissed off because everybody else at least seems to have somebody else in this sprawl this Saturday afternoon. But today I’m feeling the rage against it all, and our culture seems sick, empty and full of people desperately trying to prevent this form happening to them by perpetuating this process. And maybe that’s why I’m sick and empty – because I didn’t try hard enough. Oh well, tomorrow’s a new day, even if it is one day closer to ecological disaster. I’m going to my studio now to work on my drawings. It’s the only thing that seems to make sense in my life. It’s all I do every day after work, but that’s not a problem as long as I fuck off the ideas of how I should be spending my life.

Paying to piss

“What the hell’s happened to Sheffield train station?!” was what I was thinking as I got off the train, on a Wednesday afternoon. A sudden violent interruption of being greeted with red ‘NO ENTRY’ signs (the stairway to the platforms has been split into two sections, making everything feel a little uncomfortablly formal as was walking down in single file). Then, turning to head to the toilets, I found that I was halted by barriers asking me to give 30 pence for the right to relieve myself. Why, I am thinking (with a fair bit of frustration), does Sheffield seem to be trying to be like its more authoritarian Yorkshire brother Leeds? (with the recently built St Paul’s City Lofts skyscraper in mind; a towering yuppie tower dipped in a corporate veneer and with ground level surroundings in which anyone without a suit and tie on would look like a potential threat to security – a type of building seemingly, already omnipresent in Leeds city centre). Do the decision-makers for Sheffield (who are supposed to have its interests at heart) believe that this is really progress?

Leeds, the city that I had just travelled on the train from (regardless of its remaining qualities, especially its old pubs) seems to be well over a decade into an extreme gentrification and commodification of the entire city centre, until it is nearly at the point where it is almost out-of-bounds to those who live in the surrounding poor inner city areas. Around the outskirts, one will find some of, what must surely be, the most deprived areas in this part of the country, whilst the centre gleams with ever-more shining towers, outdoor bistros, and horrendously expensive shops. Outside the covered walkways, one will still find a fair few of the victims who have to live in the sink estates surrounding the city centre (arguing on the streets with their spouses or fellow family members, confused as to the cause of the state they’ve ended up in) but, with the advertisements of the city’s future plans teaming-up with the already ‘cleansed’ areas, one realises that it is only time before these people won’t be even allowed to walk the streets of the city they call home.

But this process is happening everywhere (check out the new Trinity Walk shopping centre in the nearby city of Wakefield – a completely unnecessary addition to the city for nearly all except those behind it), It’s just that Leeds was possibly quicker to get there. The reason why the toilet pay-barriers in Sheffield bother me, is because, out of all the cities and towns in this area, Sheffield still currently seems to possess more culture, greenery and more of an alternative to a place dominated by money only (both officially and unofficially: the city is draped in street art like no other northern city), highlighting it as an hot-bed of alternative thinking and creativity – basically, even if only slightly, Sheffield seems to point to a more positive, even more progressive, future, than most cities currently do here in the U.K. But nowhere is safe.

The Government slashing of state funds is exacerbating this process, forcing such public places as train stations to charge people for what once was free, and forcing organisations, councils and charitable trusts to further-more allow the corporations into their living rooms in order to survive (The charitable trust I work for is now receiving funding from the Shareholders of Santander, one of the world’s largest banks, correlating with a period in which it has suffered funding cuts from government body sources – without a doubt, ethics become less important in times of struggle). The government’s (the Conservative-Liberal democrats coalition) “the cuts are a necessary evil” rhetoric is (to anyone who suspects thus investigates) total bollocks and is actually a policy for economic shock therapy (a way for capitalism to worm its way into any remaining publicly owned assets, or create a new market through generating fear of not doing so, brought to our attention in Naomi Klein’s must-read book The Shock Doctrine). It is a disaster capitalism tactic; forcing everything (through fear) to become more profit-making orientated. In this case the fear dispelled was of a ruined nation/total economic ruin – “worse than Greece” – and enough people bought the idea that the cuts were necessary, even if they didn’t agree – mentally hemmed in by the fact that the governments best of worst enemies (Labour) said they’d still also make the cuts, just over a longer period of time and in a ‘nicer’ way.

Frightened into succumbing to the wants of the free market-loving establishment – all parties above incorporated (fuck me, it gets me angry when people still refer to Britain as a democracy just because I can voice this without fear of being beaten with a club) – we are being herded like farm animals into more company-friendly fields. Basically a city is becoming a place that is officially out-of-access to anyone who isn’t there to shop, or who doesn’t have surplus cash (a social-cleansing – getting rid of all that is ‘unsightly’ and all that one needs to forget about if they wish to spend/consume friction-free, without any niggling doubts about the impact of doing so – which is already the case in the white-washed indoor shopping malls). Is it not insane that now people in city centres actually think to themselves “I can’t really afford to piss right now”?. We already have to pay for drinking water (disguised a physically-enhancing ‘special’ mineral water), now we have to pay when we need to return it.

What this does at a fundamental level – when money is required to allow our body to proceed with functioning (which makes this ever-so scarily close to a stage when oxygen becomes a commodity, which – looking at the way things are heading – doesn’t seem completely unrealistic) – is make money issues swell to have a ever-more dominant presence in our lives; the need to have it, the need to be able to make it, make us more focused on looking after ourselves and ourselves only (or at least the family unit), making the need for it more and more viscous. This is perfect for all-pervasive capitalism to keep on regenerating itself – it is one continuous shock therapy. This process will continue to exacerbate the problems currently affecting our society – clone town centres sealed off from clone ghettos.

Let’s imagine a city centre full of drinking water fountains, free public toilets, fruit trees lining the shopping streets, indoor communal places where you can enter without being required to buy something within 5 minutes of being in there. The issues of crime and vandalism (which many may raise as an stoppage to such plans) are very tiny obstacles to say the least, as vandalism is usually a reaction of people who have (by the very processes of capitalism taking land away from the public) been made to feel like they belong to no place. A capitalist society will only ever seek to solve the problems caused by capitalism by becoming ever-more authoritarian.

In line of what I was previously saying about Sheffield, the city does currently have really nice places where one can sit and not have to pay for something, including the indoor peace gardens which do open for most of the hours in a day (although the presence of figures who seem to be a a cross between bouncers and policemen, under the Orwellian title of ‘community support officer, does lessen the relaxation of the place). But I fear that if (and probably when) the money gets even tighter, franchises will move into these areas, making one have to purchase something in order to be there.

I believe that one must always do what they can to try to make the world better, and not just seek to make themselves better than others, but all-pervasive capitalism makes doing so excruciatingly hard, when one is always undergoing the shock therapy mentioned above. This has been a 250 year old scam which is really start to take the piss (quite literally) now.

p.s: If people see this as catastrophising, then perhaps I need to state that I see capitalism as causing catastrophising loops which are difficult to ignore. But truth be told, I currently attend Cognitive behavioural Therapy sessions in an attempt to overcome my negative thinking cycles in relation to my personal/social life. However, I am in disagreement with seeing my concern over climate change/the destruction of society by capitalism as located (just as my paranoia and low self-esteem can be) with an inner negative thought pattern that treats opinion as fact (and the reaction of “it’s just a case of being able to switch off now and again” is missing the point of what I am getting at): perhaps I am completely right and these ‘global’ patterns will be perpetuated and exacerbated (as with my own inner negative thought patterns) because society itself is locked in a negative vicious cycle – a self-destructive cognitive pattern which is reflected in the psyches of many in a late-capitalist society who attend such therapy sessions for help! And in this light, is not reasonable to suggest that it is the world that currently has the mental illness, not the individuals who are suffering? (I see the impersonal striving of capitalism, and the power that protects its endeavours, as the source of these negative planetary cognitive loops. Indeed, part of the reasoning in deciding to go to Cognitive Behavioural Therapy was to get rid of my perpetual walls, in order for me to be more of use in helping/being part of a change. The dilemma lies with the difficulty in taking only want I want to take from it, without coming into conflict with its own agenda, which, of course, is coated in the ideas of the ruling ideology: for example: at one session it felt like I was being encouraged to see likely outcomes of runaway climate change as opinion [things I expect to happen, because of my ‘catatrophising’] rather than fact, and it seemed to me that there was an encouragement to simply forget and to take the line of “there’s nothing I can do myself about it, and I’m sure the government is doing all it can do prevent this happening” – a way of seeing things which runs in perfect harmony with the ruling ideology’s attempts to condition us into being simply isolated, self-orientated individuals, who let ‘the leader’ (whoever that may be) sort things out, whilst we do our best to get along with our lives. However, I am still attending CBT with the hope of benefiting from the merits which shouldn’t need to be entangled with the ideology’s agenda).