The Blank Space of Reality

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10 August 2008… Berlin, Karl Marx avenue, but it’s 1998… this time, you have to scroll down a whole lot to get to Part Three of this piece…
I’ll be getting to the point for once… at least I’m trying to, hopefully… to explain those blank spaces of reality… the Lacanian concept of the Real and stuff… and how it possibly pertains to art and self and reality…

Part One… 21 July 2008

Hi… it’s been some time ever since I posted my last entry… sorry for that! In fact, this piece doesn’t deserve to be called a “blog” really…That’s a little preposterous for something as random as this… yes, I know… I’d be much happier if this could go maybe under the name of poetry lab or so, rather. Or maybe prose lab… test range… whatever… But the Artdoxa honcho, he would have none of it – Artdoxa ought to sport a “blog”.

So… let’s get it over with, then… You know, I haven’t been idle. I’ve done a lot of reading these days. Just recently I’ve been reading a lot of the stuff I was supposed to have read way back in psychology class, but I just couldn’t bring myself to it there and then, because I thought it was a waste of time. Yep. A rebel to the core. Always at loggerheads with authority. Right. The genuine article (Hi Merrill!). In comparison to painting, sex or doing drugs – not to mention playing the electric guitar! the didgeridoo! the Slobovian bagpipe! or turning knobs on a vintage analog synthesizer! – , reading is a frivolous waste of time. Apart from being way too cerebral, I have to blame reading for infecting my innocent, unsuspecting teenage mind with the most dangerous, outlandish ideas. Anti-authoritarian libertine mind-rot straight from utopian never-never land… Deeply and irreversibly corruptive! And right now this is happening all over again. Would you believe it? I’ve become infatuated with something as dated and obsolete as – psychoanalysis!

It all began a couple of weeks ago. My artist friend Vince and I were watching the semi-finals of the Euro 2008… Portugal vs. Sweden. No wait… Spain vs. Russia? Germany vs. Turkey? I don’t remember. So damn long ago… Have to ask Vince about that… When the game was over I started switching away leisurely from channel to channel… All of an instant the image of a middle-aged, bearded intellectual type in a rancid sweater caught my attention. Standing in the middle of what looked like one of the original film sets of Blue Velvet, he kept rambling frantically about “Frank’s phantasma” and his “object of desire” in a heavy East European accent... This was followed by the infamous Frank and Dorothy scene from Blue Velvet, accompanied by more psychological rambling from the academic type… Turned out this was The Pervert’s Guide to Cinema, a two-hour documentary by Sophie Fiennes, scripted and presented by Slovenian psychologist Slavoj Zizek, who’s a hell of a performer. It explores a number of films from a psychoanalytic perspective, drawing heavily on categories of Lacanian thought.My channel-hopping had me landed, of course, on ARTE, the French-German art geek channel which features selected art geek specials only…

It’s 2:16 AM now, I’ll give you the rest tomorrow. Promise! Bear with me – but I’m too tired now to tell you what made me dig into Lacanian thought and why I gave this piece The Blank Space of Reality as a headline. And why I chose to decorate it with the picture above… Later!

Good night!


Part Two… 27 July 2008


…the amazing Slavoj Zizek!

(So I didn’t keep my promise… severe onslaught of… uh… writer’s block… well.. at least it didn’t take me another two weeks to post this…)

The amazing Slavoj Zizek. Always on the go. He’s some kind of intellectual popstar. I have to admit I was impressed when I saw him in The Pervert’s Guide to Cinema. Not so much by the depth of his analysis but by his passionate one-man-show. I used to think psychoanalysis was a thing from the past, as dead as hot type and Marxism. I was wrong. It isn’t. Here’s something for the art geek faction (Hi Merrill!) The keynote of the ethical life for Zizek is refusing to give in, keeping it stubbornly real! Big deal, huh? So I hope the sorry lot of you art geeks out there is into art not only for the fun of it but for your salvation and redemption proper… – Zizek is a psychoanalyst without clients. He’s not practising. He’s revived PA in a way he’s termed theoretical PA, as a means of social, cultural, and aesthetic analysis. His approach is based on the findings of French psychologist Jaques Lacan. Zizek is fun, Lacan isn’t.

Yes, I know what you’re thinking… Zizek, Lacan… Peter – you’re so September 10… I don’t care. I proudly represent what R.A.Wilson has termed the anti-cyclic intellectual – always ten or twenty years ahead or behind the current intellectual fads… And isn’t that comfortable?

In Lacan’s system, there’s the triad of the Real, the Symbolic, and the Imaginary. Basically, it’s just another elaborate, yet highly speculative attempt to classify and categorize the mysterious machinations of the human mind. In fact, for a number of deeply personal reasons, I’m pretty much fed up with theory, concepts, words. Must have something to do with impending midlife crisis… Okay, words are useful for symbolizing and conceptualizing and stuff. Sometimes they do come in handy, words… Moreover they’re just a pathetic substitute for the real thing – emotion and ecstasy! Or suffering. Sex & drugs & rock’n’roll, so to speak… And the deep existential blues. So leave it to the bards and poets and rock’n’roll singers like Jim Morrison to make proper use of words (Jim Morrison? Jeez… midlife crisis it is, definitely…) But every so often the philosopher – and particularly the self-important philosopher-cum-psychologist is just bound to make a lot of bland words and a nuisance of him or herself by doing so – just like the obnoxious crypto-fascist Sloterdijk, for instance


Lacan striking a pose…

It’s Lacan’s concept of the Real that got me and which I found deeply disturbing. It struck a chord with me, somehow, yes. I got it probably all wrong, but… Have you ever experienced the metaphysical horror inherent in an everyday object? When you’re glancing at it sideways? Out of the corner of your eye? The overwhelming, fear-inducing strangeness in electrical appliances? Or take, for example, the interior of an empty late-night subway train… The seats, the light, the smell… Can you sense the overpowering, all-invading feel of isolation and disconnection? You gotta listen to the Joy Division – and not just because Corbijn did that film on Ian Curtis… The painful vibe of incoherence and dissociation bordering on the psychotic… No, I’m not talking about the effects of dextromethorphan or bipolar disorder… I’m talking about things falling out of their symbolic order… It is here that Lacan’s concept of the Real enters the picture… “a mysterious je ne sais quoi, the unfathomable something that makes an ordinary object sublime…” (S. Zizek). Or ghastly, horrific, one might add… the unfamiliarity and hostility in physical objects…


“But they touch me, it is unbearable. I am afraid of being in contact with them as though they were living beasts.” – Roquentin on physical objects in Sartre’s Nausea…

Sartre’s Nausea is devastating… And while I’m at it – you gotta read The Stranger by Camus again. And all of the Beat poets. Will give you a new zest for life, if your jaded and over-saturated from too much electronic media input. Read! Read! – On reading, I recommend the most sublime and erudite treatment of the subject – a cartoon…, episode 201 “chickenlover”. – You won’t need any links to Zizek or Lacan, there’s loads of info about them in the matrix… Next time I’ll fill you in on the secrets of Karl Marx avenue. There’s more to the picture than meets the eye… well, sometimes.



Part Three… 10 August 2008

In My Studio

In my studio… can you feel the Real closing in… ?

I’m afraid the following is not very original and rather tiresome… But I’ve promised to elucidate… I’ve ripped off most of it from various articles. I’m no cultural anthropologist or philosopher. Much less an original thinker. I’d just like to find possible ways to answer a question most fascinating and most difficult to answer – what is reality? Looking for answers, I stumbled upon Zizek and Lacan.

The Lacanian concept of the Real is not to be confused with reality. Reality, in the Lacanian sense, is a highly symbolic construct, a collectively executed fiction – a collective, fictitious mise-en-scene. Within symbolic order, the Real is the core, the essence;

– that which cannot be totally understood by description;

– that which one cannot fictionalize or put into words;

– that which resists symbolic codification;

– that which has no positive existence, existing only ex negativo as something excluded, visible only at the borderlines of everyday reality – the blank spaces of reality

The Real manifests itself in certain nodes concerning life, death, emotions and sexuality – it is imponderable and unrepresentable in its totality and it is not tangible in a logic, rational way. The Real has a traumatic quality as it is always asking too much of the subject, confusing, unsettling, alienating.

The Real is not a deeper reality, it is not behind or beyond reality.

It consists of blank spaces, which make reality inconsistent.

Bugged. Faulty. Defective. Inchoate. Fragmentary.

In terms of psychoanalysis, reality is not just another narrative or myth. In fact, anyone undergoing PA has to get to the heart of the matter, the core of his or her neurotic maladjustment, and face it – acknowledge and re-narrate the traumatic dimension of one’s inner space.

Here’s the nexus it’s the traumatic quality of both the Real and one’s inner space.

The Real reflects – or rather, it represents – no, it mimicks – on the outside certain properties of the traumatic content of inner space, the Id-world. Could be, of course, that it’s just the other way around… I’m not sure…

The blank spaces of reality open and condense when you perceive there is a gap separating yourself from your identity, from your carefully edited autobiographical narrative – it’s a sense of deviation from your identity… cognitive dissonance, misalignment… a shift in perspective… incongruency… disarray… dissociation… The individual experiences reality as a meaningfully structured totality, a sphere of coherence – the Real resists and defies full absorption into symbolic order.

Zizek argues that reality is fundamentally open and contingent, and the blank space that shows in reality between a materialist’s description of physical reality and one’s personal experience of existence – that’s the very essence of human life and the “crucial domain” and focus of art. For Zizek, the Real is not a thing which is understood in different ways depending on how you decide to look at it, it is in fact a movement – a shift from one perspective to another. The Real is a gap, a difference, a dislocation – in my experience a free-fall sense of the utterly strange and hostile* in familiar disguise. A foreboding, dualistic sense of being cut off.

Jochen – you wrote that the “all-invading feel of isolation and disconnection” has surrounded you since you were fourteen. I hope you can relate to these explanations and ramifications. If not – try dextromethorphan… then read it again… No, seriously… you wanted to know what’s the point…

The point is that Zizek aims to “re-actualize German idealism” (you know… Kant, Fichte, Hegel… the lot…). Fancy that! For Zizek, the basic insight of Kant, Hegel etc. is that the truth of something is always outside of it.

So the truth of our experience is to be found outside of ourselves, in the Symbolic and the Real, rather than to be found within our inner space. We cannot look into our souls and find out who we truly are, because who we truly are is always elsewhere, says Zizek. The Real lies beyond symbolic order. The Real is that which is outside language: “It is that which resists symbolization absolutely” (Lacan – mind, he was friends with André Breton and Salvador Dali…!), because it is impossible to integrate into symbolic order that which originates from the pre-verbal and the pre-conceptual. That lends the Real its traumatic quality… Especially in the shape of the “real Real” – it’s getting really weird here -, a “horrific thing”, that which conveys the sense of horror…

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Zizek detects an obsession with the Real in postmodern art, a desire of “filling in the gaps”, a way of avoiding the void, the void of subjectivity, the horror vacui...

(Jochen Hein, “Tree Trunk”)

The Real is “always in its place” (Lacan).

The Real is in itself undifferentiated – “it is without fissure” (Lacan), a non-dualistic sphere, similar to certain Hindu concepts. Or is it? Oh, enough – I need a break… The mysteries of Karl Marx avenue have to wait… in any case, have a close look at the picture! It was taken, of course, in what was formerly known as East Berlin… Hauptstadt der DDRChemie in Heim und Bad – chemicals at home and in the bathroomchemical industry was a mainstay of East German economy… they were proud of it… so let’s have loads of Chemie at home and in the bathroom…!

Toodle-oo! You’re a great audience!


(* Greek “xénos” – alien, hostile)

How To Be An Artist, Part Three


Behold the art geek!

Look at his hat… his glasses… the poster on the wall of my room…

Pretty artsy, huh?

That’s me again – some twenty, twenty-five years ago.

When I listened to a lot of Synthpop and Industrial.

When I was heavily into Philip K.Dick and William S.Burroughs.

When I used to take art much more serious.

When art and music and poetry and all that used to be something like the meat of my soul.

So vital in my emotional economy.

So significant.

And so painful at times…

Emotionally, I’m a little more detached nowadays.

Maybe that’s the advantage of the… uh… mature age.

Though I don’t feel much wiser now that I’m pushing fifty…

It’s only that you don’t have to try to be cool any longer all the time.

And isn’t that a blessing?

When this picture was taken I was trying to become a professional artist.

Well – it didn’t come about.

For several reasons.

For instance, I am an art school reject.

Just like Adolf Hitler.

So I’ve remained an amateur.

An art lover in the purest sense of the word. A true privilege.

Well, sort of.

But whether amateur or professional – in any case, you have to maintain a certain attitude.

A sense of transcendency.

It’s a matter of faith.

It’s the opposite of materialism.

You have to keep up a certain reflectiveness towards the human condition.

A certain awareness of your own mortality.

Then again – what’s it worth, my faith in art’s transcendency, when our sun is about to turn nova* in only half a million years?

Just kidding!

Or – are you thinking in terms of… posterity?

What’s it to you?

If art is your way of making a living it can be a pain in the ass sometimes.

If not – well, then it’s not much of a challenge, is it?

But it’s bound to be quality time.

In either case.


Here’s a heartfelt evaluation by member Merrill Kazanjian:

“All the other “life” stuff got in the way and I didn’t have time until late in the day to work… Which of course is the problem with being an artist. Due to needs (paying the rent, food etc.) art becomes a second responsibility… which sucks when you’re motivated to do art!”

When you’re motivated to do art.


And here’s what Albert Einstein had to say about the nature of art.

“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science.”

So… take good care of your sense of wonder!

*A nova is a cataclysmic nuclear explosion of a white dwarf star.