Arts Funding Is Supporting A Wealthy, White Audience: Report

This is the title of a recent Huffington Post piece that discusses a study by the Washington-based National Committee for Responsive Philanthropy.  Given the demographic trends I’ve been blogging about, this is, as Drew McManus says, obvious.  What is also obvious is that the ‘Chicken Little Think-Tank’ (as Drew often refers to classical music reformists) will probably see this as another reason the institution of classical music is failing and must be invigorated with methods of relevance found in the popular cultural world.  The thing is, I suspect if a study were done on the economics of the pop culture world in the US, we’d have a piece titled something to the effect of “Pop Music Industry Is Supporting A Not-So-Wealthy, White Audience: Report.”

Some of the select quotes could just as easily be said about popular culture:

“We’ve got the vast majority of resources going to a very small number of institutions,”

“That’s not healthy for the arts in America.”

“pronounced imbalance restricts the expressive life of millions of people,”

Drew counterpoints the piece with a discussion about the Grant Park Music Festival, which is an outstanding–and more importantly, FREE–summer series of concerts that is incredibly well attended.  Since some of the barriers to classical music is as much the high ticket prices as well as some of the stuffy formality many associate with it, it is encouraging to find something like this working and drawing in large audiences.

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Chinese Orchestras in the Bay Area

Firebird Youth Chinese Orchestra of San José, California performing at California Theater in 2006

The San Francisco Bay Area is a Metropolitan region encompassing San Francisco, Oakland, and San Jose as well as a number of surrounding cities and ‘burbs.  With a population approaching 8 million, it is also home to one of the largest concentrations of Chinese Americans in the US at a little over half a million according to the 2010 census.

What I’ve discovered is that the Bay Area is also home to probably the greatest concentration of Chinese Orchestras in the US.  As I’ve been compiling a database of ethnic orchestras in North America (though concentrating, in particular, on the United States) I’ve since discovered just a little over two dozen ensembles in the Bay Area alone.  It seems that California in general has the highest concentration of Chinese Orchestras of all the States (cf. the geographic region between Chicago and Detroit which seems to have the highest concentration of Arabic and Middle Eastern ensembles and Orchestras in the US).

What’s particularly striking about the Bay Area’s ensembles is the number of Youth Orchestras, and, in a particular case, a k-5th grade Chinese Orchestra.  The other striking thing about these (and other ethnic ensembles throughout the US) is the number (roughly half) that have formed since the internet revolution (early to mid 90s), and the number that have formed within the past ten years or so (nearly a third of the total number).

I’ve yet to do a rigorous statistical analysis of the numbers as I’m still just compiling the database and doing the tedious task of getting numbers (year formed, number of musicians in the ensembles, etc.) so the preceeding paragraph is just a very rough sketch, but if the trends I had been seeing in the Middle Eastern ensembles is any indication of what’s happening with the Chinese ensembles, there is definitely growth in the number of groups formed and the rate is accelerating somewhat.

Granted, there might be some bias in the number of groups as obviously those groups that are no longer active are less likely to show up in simple internet searches.  For all we know there could have been many more Chinese Orchestras in the years or decades before the internet.  Indeed, there seemed to be a high number of Chinese Opera troupes operating in the states during the last half of the 19th century to first half of the 20th century (see Rodecape, 1944 and Mina Yang, 2001).  The situation was similar in New York Chinatown during the period of the National Origins Act when there were up to five separate Chinese Opera Houses in operation (Rao, 2000; 2002).

On the other hand, there is also the fact that many cultural institutions with ethnic minority groups will stay well below the radar of the majority population (cf. MacLachlan, 2008 for a discussion of ‘underground’ intra-congregational music dissemination, performance, and support) for reasons that are systemic as well as cultural (Rao, 2000). Continue reading “Chinese Orchestras in the Bay Area”

The Golden Voice of Cambodia

Greg Cahill's "The Golden Voice"
The Golden Voice

A few weeks ago I finally had the opportunity to watch Greg Cahill’s docufilm about Cambodian vocalist, Ros Sereysothea, The Golden Voice. I was only mildly disappointed. Not for the quality of the film–it is beautifully done–but because there wasn’t enough focus on, well, the music (probably also the biggest issue I had with Olivier Dahan’s docu-film about French Chanteuse, Édith Piaf , La Vie en Rose).


I suppose I’m just a sucker for really “dry” (I quote it because to me they aren’t really that “dry”–hah!) and serious “documentaries” about music or musical genres. Something along the lines of, say, Nasser Taghvai’s documentary Dress Rehearsal: The Brave Hurr’s Ta’Zieh, a Ta’Zieh (Persian Passion Play/Opera), ; or Derek Bailey and Siân Busby’s documentary of the Lincoln Center’s production of The Peony Pavilion (Mǔdāntíng), a Kunju (Chinese Opera) piece.

It’s not that I didn’t enjoy the dramatized biographies–or that I actually enjoy the genre docs more. I do believe the former are much easier to watch, and likely more pleasurable. But there’s something intellectually satisfying, from a musician’s standpoint, about the latter. See, while the bio-docs focused on things that we all have in common with each other–at the expense of erasing the differences, the genre-docs focused on highly developed Art music (Art theatre, maybe?) hat are so foreign to Western Opera/Musical that it takes no effort to accentuate the differences.

I understand that this is a very unfair comparison on many different levels, but I’m just trying to make some sense about what are the things about particular documentary[-like] films that work for me using a few examples I can think of off the cuff. I’ll definitely be coming back to this as I get more in depth with the documentaries that I have in various stages of [in]completion.

The perils of having only one hammer in your toolbox

Damn–so I wasn’t thinking that post comments didn’t allow the “blockquote” html tag. So rather than going back and changing all those to “em”s i decided to be lazy and post my response to James here.


Posted before I have the sense to stop myself:

You’ll have to forgive me here– I was never all that smart, and I currently have half a bottle of crap shiraz in me, so I don’t even know if this will all be in English.

Post all you want James. Even if it’s just a Fluxus concrete poem I won’t mind. I used to have some of the most interesting discussions with a physicist friend of mine at bars–being boozed up doesn’t necessarily mean that you’ll be at all incoherent.

I’m a little unclear here, because it seems like you’re agreeing with my idea of ‘never trust the artist.’ But maybe saying there’s a different reason for not trusting him? Or at least not relying on him?

In a sense, yeah I am–but at the same time, I’m saying ‘never trust the critic’ (re: the intentional fallacy) because relying on a [particular] critical tradition’s notion of what degree of intentionality to accept in an author’s statements isn’t any less problematic. And obviously these issues overlap with the whole idea of close-reading which tends to be inextricably bound up with the intentional fallacy. They create the the core of the so-called box of “Western Critical Theory” (or what I think the phrase textually driven criticism best captures) as I’m perspectivizing it.

And I guess I should throw out what I’m [implicitly] contrasting with textually driven criticism here so that some things might be a bit more clear (while at the same time other things will be more opaque). Forgive me for a moment as I make some broad sweeping generalizations as there will always be exceptions (see my qualifications for this here; also, this post is at Jim’s new blog hosted at wordpress).

I’m basically interested in cross-cultural criticism (if you haven’t noticed) so in a nutshell we can talk about three meta-traditions centering (historically) on ancient Greece, ancient India, and ancient China. Not that other cultures don’t have a long critical tradition–that’s obviously not the case, but these three in particular have the longest relatively unbroken lines of a critical tradition. Now for some more problematic generalizations: the Greek tradition can be seen to have developed into a textually driven one; the Indian tradition can be seen to have developed into a aurally/bodily driven one; and the Chinese tradition can be seen to have developed into a gesturally/visually driven one.

One big source of evidence (there are others) for these distinctions other than the criticism itself (which already perspectivize these ideas) is to look at the respective dramatic/theatrical traditions. Sure, there is overlap between the three–but if we use Neil Cohn’s excellent distinction between modalities of expression (e.g. distinction between verbal expression, gestural expression, and visual expression) in conjunction with a generalization of Carstairs-McCarthy’s formulation of synonymy avoidance principles (e.g. expression tends to diverge in some way to prevent overproductive synonyms) we can see a different emphasis between the three traditions. For example, if text is the focus of a traditional form, then the gestural and the visual aspects of the form will become de-emphasized.

If we talk about the frames within which these respective dramatic traditions exist and the discourse referencing them we can sort of tease out these distinctions merely through statements made about them or describing them or in the theory and praxis of them. We’re already going to have a problem with ethnocentricity because the terms/phrases/statements that at least I will be discussing are going to be in English.

Generally speaking, traditional Western plays are written. This is part of the Greek tradition. We have playwriters, screenwriters, scripts. Actors read lines [of text], learn their lines, forget their lines. How long a particular piece lasts depends on the length of the script and how long it takes to perform the lines of the script. Laypeople can read the scripts in published form. Programs for Operas usually include the libretto (but not the music) in translation.

In traditional Indian theatre (commonly referred to as dance-dramas) movement and dance are almost always integral to the performance. These are usually not written, though some exceptions exist from the 5th century (e.g. Kalidasa). The “actors” (already a problematic term in some senses) learn the movement based “vocabulary” (another problematic term) of an intricately complex gestural “language” (need I say problematic?) that include mudras/hastas (depending on the time period the number of these “hand gestures” is usually around 70–the English alphabet only needs 26 letters to create literally millions of words) and chari (“leg movements”) and karanas (movements of both legs–the Natyasastra lists 108 karanas). Text in Indian dance-dramas are rarely used alone (in between “acts” in some cases) and is almost never spoken (usually sung). Usually the actor dances the text (or we could say actors “interpret” the text through movement) whenever it is actually used. There also exists a number of genres of Indian theatre that are purely performed through dance-narratives. Early Indian theories of language invariably dealt with the spoken form (in fact, early Western linguistics–which focused on phonology–was based on the study of Indian phonetic theory before it became more textually driven). There are incredibly complex rules for precise pronunciation and memorization aids for the oral transmission of texts. Some modern day comparisons of written versions of these oral texts from different regions show that the rules of transmission made the texts much more similar than we’d think would happen through divergent oral transmission traditions. These precise rules for oral transmission are also reflected in the transmission of movements and gestures in the dance-dramas.

In traditional Chinese Opera (need I say that the “Opera” designation is problematic?) we see what might perhaps be call an incredible multi-modal form. I already mentioned some things regarding the wu lao sheng character type that Gordon Liu performs, and like traditional Indian theatre there is a highly evolved gestural/movement vocabulary. Like I also mentioned there are precise rules for beard movements and even for types of laughter (think Gordon Liu’s performance again) and vocal enunciation. A.C. Scott lists and describes dozens of shou (“hand movements”) and over a hundred hsiu (“sleeve movements” which Zhang Yimou tends to capitalize on in his wuxiu pian films, Hero and House of Flying Daggers). I could enumerate everything, but I mention the hand and sleeve movements because some of this plays on the idea of Chinese writing–or rather Chinese drawing of hanzi (characters). See, despite the fact that China had both the printing press and movable type centuries before Europe–calligraphy was still the preferred method of writing “texts.” This has obviously influenced the history and theory of Literature and Literary Criticism in China–and has influenced how closely tied to Chinese brush painting and calligraphy had become. Some important aspects of Chinese literary theory is tied to how to interpret the actual brushstrokes of both brush painting and calligraphy. I remember as scene that in the movie Hero, when Nameless (Jet Li) talks about studying Broken Sword‘s calligraphy as being the path to discovering the true extent of Broken Sword‘s martial arts prowess–that’s not just a metaphorical turn of phrase.

Obviously, these are gross over-generalizations, but I hope that I’ve at least focused a lens on some of the differences between cultures through the emphasis on different modalities of expression.

So going back authorial intention–it’s not a matter of being able to trust him or not so much as it is a matter of how much skill you have in placing what he says in a context that might allow you to interpret whether what he says about his work is of any relevance to the work at hand. Obviously the work at hand is the first place to find authorial intention–and what I mean by this subjunctive/counterfactual position is:  if the author had really intended something else, then the work would have existed as something else.

The author intends his work to be exactly as it is–and since I’ve made the distinction between the intentionality contained in the intentional object as opposed to an interpretation of an author’s intention of the work by the author himself (which obviously then has it’s own intentional content which may or may not be resonant with that of the object of interpretation at hand) I’m free to make a different set of critical distinctions that will allow me to take authorial intention more seriously than some forms of Western based criticism (e.g. those that accept the intentional fallacy, for example) will allow. See it doesn’t become a matter of trusting the author so much as being able to trust our own judgements based on our level of skill in interpreting. Again I turn back to the idea of skillful means.

Obviously, because of the history of the printed text in the West, we lose a lot of the subtleties of the written hand that, say, Chinese Literary Theory would allow us to examine for the recovery of authorial intention–but that doesn’t mean that Chinese Literary Theory hasn’t found some generalizations from the recovery of authorial intention through “drawn” text that can’t be applied to texts of any sort. In other words, having had a healthy tradition of examining a mode of text (“drawn/written”) may give us some insight on how to look for something else in a different mode (“printed”) text. The same thing could be said of Indian theories of spoken language. The old adage “if a hammer is your only tool, then everything will start to look like a nail” is a appropriate here, I think. I’d rather have either several different hammers, or maybe a saw or two; a screwdriver maybe; or possibly an awl–i.e. I like to jump boxes–with which to examine texts. I’d rather have a dense and rich interpretation than a plane that has been flattened of its nails.

Speaking of printing history, some of this textually driven criticism has also been critiqued by Johanna Drucker‘s in her works (especially in her analysis of experimental typology in the historical avant garde, The Visible Word: Experimental Typography and Modern Art).  She focuses on the techniques and theories surrounding the analysis of written/printed text as a visual phenomenon–a focus on the iconic aspect of written/printed language that Jacobson and Pierce and Russian Formalists describe–rather than as just a notation system for abstract linguistic ideas.

Marc Singer also invoked Jacobson to talk about the metonymic aspects of superhero comics which might be something easier done in media with a visual modality(?). Some linguists actually theorize that metonymy might be more fundamental than metaphor in language extension–but as Marc notes, metonymy isn’t usually the focus of (at least) comics criticism.

See, all these things have a materiality and history (maybe I’m waxing a little too Marx-ian on you now). We can talk about the death of the author all we want, but if we’re reading outside the box of textually driven criticism there are all kinds of things we can use to interpret the context of a work–which can give us the context of when the author produced the work–thereby giving us some idea about the author’s intentions (maybe not much, but some).


What I’m saying is that it seems like the paragraph I quote here comes to the same destination via different route that the “death of the author” guys travel. Please clarify for me.

Maybe it does–or maybe the box you’re in only allows you to see it that way? I don’t know if anything I’ve posted above helps, but it at least it gives you some context.


I’m surprised, actually, that all the things you do, Jon, are not the work of a post-modernist.

See, this sort of goes back to my idea of “skill” again. I would just say something like “I am.” You call me a musician and I’ll say, “Nah, I just happen to play a lot of music.” You can call me an illustrator and I’ll say “Nah, I just happen to draw some illustrations.” In other words, I’ll just reference the things I can do (or maybe the skills that I have) rather than the adjectival qualities about the subject me in a text. And in the end, I would just rather do them than describe them. one of the other reasons I took so long to reply your blog post is because after thinking about the idea of “living post-modernity” I realized that I needed to have some sort of online bio/resume (just because I get tired of constantly telling people what I do).

I had jumped on the “pomo bandwagon” back in ’96 as I decided I didn’t want to be just “a classically trained musician.” I got over it (pomo that is) after a couple of years. My prediction is that pomo will be a footnote in history of modernity. I’ll continue to do everything I’ve been doing (plus more to boot) but I really don’t feel any differently than I did before going off the deep end.   If it’s more difficult for people to categorize me, well tough–that hardly means I can’t be categorized, only that people lack the necessary skills to do so. 😉


that I’ve meant to go into for a while. I believe critics are actually people who love an artform too much to be able to confine themselves to actually making it. I find the “those who can, do” formulation too easy.

Don’t worry–I have a theory about practically everything too. See, this is where my distinctions allow me to interpret things differently. I would say that critics are actually people who love a particular response to certain artforms so much rather than the loving the artform itself. This is probably my inner Buddhist coming out again–the idea of attachment to certain feelings and emotions being what people really care about.

See, given this Buddhist viewpoint, I could say that a critic prefers the box that allows her to have a particular set of responses to one thing, say, watching films, than to another thing, say, making films. This distinction isn’t as easy to make when everything gets flattened out into text to be interpreted.  Given this distinction, I would say regarding:

I think film critics are actually people who love movies so goddamn much that they would rather spend their time consuming as many movies as possible, rather than just making a few. For a man who just absolutely loves movies, what’s better? Making 2 a year? Or watching a hundred? I think you can only be a real critic if you love a given form so much you are possessed of the (completely insatiable, slightly irrational) desire to consume all of it.

that film critics are actually people who love watching movies so goddamn much that they would rather spend their time consuming as many movies as possible, rather than making any. In other words, I’m perspectivizing the activity of watching movies and the set of responses to that activity as opposed to the activity of making movies and the set of responses to that activity. And we can contrast these activities with writing criticism about movies and the set of responses to this activity.

There’s nothing that essentially ties any of them together, but to go back to the modalities of expression we could say that those who make movies may not be as likely to write criticism about movies as those who just watch movies–just because those who make them already have an outlet for expression.  But I think that’s a false dichotomy–I’m sure that many filmmakers love to watch movies, they just happen to use the mode of expression of filmmaking to make a commentary on cinema rather than the mode of expression of writing to make their commentary on cinema. Ultimately, those who love making movies is not coextensive with those who love movies any more than is the latter is coextensive with those who love writing criticism about movies. I think this goes back to my issues with flattening out text as being inherently ambiguous because there isn’t a distinction being made about the relative levels of skill that different readers have. And I think we can agree that loving to make or loving to write criticism about movies isn’t intrinsically tied to making good or writing good criticism about movies.


Which explains for me why critics get so mad when a piece of work sucks– it’s like the entire art form reared up and spat at them. Imagine the man or woman you’ve loved your whole life cheating on you with the wife-beating slope-browed troglodyte next door. Fucking hurts, don’t it?

Going back to the Buddhist attachment to responses–why a critic gets mad when a piece of work sucks is because he’s so stuck in a box which has a set of expected responses to certain types of movies–namely those types of movies that the box already designates as being “good.” I don’t think our feelings and emotions are any different than our interpretations in these respects. We can change the way we feel (jump boxes)–whether or not we do so consciously depends on our abilities and skills (and willingness).

And see–this gets us into a whole other set of ethnocentric issues–the idea that we are able to change ourselves fundamentally is looked at differently in different cultures. Even Charles Murray in his book, Human Accomplishments: The Pursuit of Excellence in the Arts and Sciences, 800 B.C. to 1950, states (concerning the invention of Meditation) that, “this is one aspect in which Eurocentrism is a genuine problem.” I’ll quote him at some length from the section on Meta-Inventions in Philosophy (of which both Logic and Ethics are included):

The Invention of Meditation. India, culminating circa -200

Shortly after Homo sapiens developed consciousness, he must also have become aware of one of the curious aspects of consciousness, its chaotic substrate. However lucid the conversation we may be holding, or however intensely we think we are concentrating on the task before us, a little self-examination quickly shows that, flowing along just below the surface of the coherent line of thought, is a string of flighty, unpredictable, apparently uncontrollable other thoughts, irrelevant to what we’re supposed to be thinking about. Try to walk for a hundred yards, for example, while thinking about nothing but the act of walking. Untrained people [my emphasis] can seldom get beyond the first few steps without finding that their attention has already wandered.

In this simple observation about the nature of human consciousness lies a challenge that was taken up sometime in the course of Hinduism’s long development: focus the mind so that the tumble of extraneous thoughts is slowed, then stilled altogether. The practice that developed, which we know as meditation, is of unknown antiquity. It was certainly already in use when the Upanishads were put into writing circa -6C.

In the West, despite the importance of forms of meditation in Catholicism and some Protestant Christian churches, the word meditation has become identified with some of the flamboyant sects that attracted publicity in the 1960s and 1970s. In some circles, meditation is seen as part of Asian mysticism, not a cognitive tool. This is one instance in which Eurocentrism is a genuine problem. [my emphasis] The nature of meditation is coordinate with ways of perceiving the world that are distinctively Asian. But to say that the cognitive tool called meditation is peculiarly useful to the Asians is like saying that logic–my next meta-invention–is useful only to Europeans. Meditation and logic found homes in different parts of the world, but meditation, like logic, is a flexible, powerful extension of human cognitive capacity.

Meditation is also a bodily thing. Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi describes it as Flow:

being completely involved in an activity for its own sake. The ego falls away. Time flies. Every action, movement, and thought follows inevitably from the previous one, like playing jazz. Your whole being is involved, and you’re using your skills to the utmost.

Not surprisingly, Flow and Dr. C were invoked during the last time intention and interpretation were discussed in the comics blogosphere. I don’t think we can overestimate how much the idea of meditation permeates Asian history through the diffusion of Buddhism as well as through indigenous traditions (e.g. Taoism in China). It has become inextricably tied to the traditional dramatic traditions of Asia and is coincident with what we might call a healthy “martial arts” tradition throughout Asia (I’ve already mentioned the link between Asian dramatic forms and the martial arts here).

Performance theorist and editor of The Drama Journal, Richard Schechner, has discussed what he calls Rasaesthetics and how that ties into recent research about the enteric nervous system. Ever wonder why we have all these metaphors for emotions and the stomach (e.g. “butterflies in the stomach,” “you got guts boy”), well here is your answer.   In Japan the seat of the soul is in the hara (“abdomen”) which is why seppuku (or harakiri “abdomen” + “cut”) happens as it does.  Need I say anything about the phrase “navel gazing?” Most forms of meditation focus the attention on the stomach (as well as the mind)–as this is the seat of being able to modify the emotions. The enteric nervous system needs the autonomy it does as our brains may not be able to react as quickly to life-threatening stimuli as is needed–the flight/fight response empties out the bowels to make flight easier (less weight to allow you to move quickly) or fight easier (nothing slowing down your movments). But being relatively autonomous from the brain means that the methods of control over it are different. Hence meditation.

It is integral to most forms of traditional Asian martial arts and traditional Asian theatre. And as such becomes a part of scenery of Asian arts and criticism. Reading texts about brushwork in Chinese calligraphy or sections from the Natyasastra, or the treatises of Zeami, the poetry of Basho and you’ll find Flow and meditation. And the act of immersion is just part of that type of activity.

So to to give you the short of it.  No, I think it’s the critic’s inability to jump boxes that allows him to get mad when a movie doesn’t give him the response he wants.


But then, I question if Tarantino knew. And so here I am putting all the weight on the author, regardless of the final text (or is Liu the author of his performance? or how about I just smash a hammer on my foot right now and complete the circle of pain and confusion I’ve started?).

I would say it’s a collaborative effort. Maybe Tarantino knows–maybe he doesn’t. But Gordon Liu certainly does, and has been an actor within a cinematic tradition where he has often performed many of those traditional roles. See making a movie isn’t unlike playing in a Symphony orchestra–you have one director, but many players. you need them all to make the whole, no matter how much the director does, he only shapes the performances–he is not the author of them–just the author of the shape of the performance. So this comes down to an issue of “multiple authorship” and therefore “multiple intentions” which isn’t quite the same thing as single authorial intention.


The real problem with Kill Bill isn’t the movie, but the polarizing effect of Tarantino. And thus I shall leave it, lest I go off on another tangent.

Eh? You can go off on as many tangents as you want here.


Oh, wait, was that rhetorical? The differences are important, man. They’re what make you choose paint over clay, or dance over comedy (can we make stand-up the “tenth art,” please? I fucking love stand-up; blue collar jazz, motherfucker).

It was partially rhetorical. But at the same time, going back to the idea of being able to “unambiguously designate something as ambiguous” there are ways to articulate the differences if you have the skill to do so. This was more of an aside referencing how often lit crit and a lot of Western scholarship equivocate language and thought. Maybe more about that later.


I think communication is a basic human drive, like sex and sleep and eating. And all the things we do, including cooking and fucking, are variations on the attempt to “speak” to other people. So there’s going to be fuzzy lines between forms, yeah, because all the forms are essentially trying to do the same thing.

Here’s that “later.” See, yeah we can call all these things just “communication” but that hardly does justice to the differences between different “forms of communication.” By equivocating different forms of communication, the landscape gets flattened in a very particular (and in many cases predictable) way. And I think this is part of what textually driven criticism does–and obviously by just talking (or in this instance posting) about different critical traditions in English, we flatten those traditions in very particular (and predictable) ways. That’s probably one of the reasons I jump boxes–it keeps the landscape full of valleys and mountains.


What I can’t do, or don’t want to do (and why not? am I just too hidebound to try it another way?), is speak of a given work as an independent object. I can’t talk about The Book, I have to talk about the book as uniquely constrained interface between Reader and Author.

See, that is question begging–just as my position is question begging. Whether or not we accept that there is something outside of ourselves non-solipsistically just boils down to which box we primarily are in with regards to certain ideologies and world viewpoints. But with those assumptions come differences in interaction with the world. And those’re the differences that interest me.


Watch this. I can get really annoying and say that your different approach, rather than being wrong, is simply you, a Reader, “interfacing” with the Author in a completely different way than I. Much the same way two readers interpret a single text differently.

You see what I did there? I went all po-mo on your ass, even though that shit gives me the hives. How fucked is that? It’s such a useful tool, I must admit, to make argument pointless. It’s like the Academy’s variation on the schoolyard trick of repeating everything you say till you get frustrated and walk away (that’s how it works on me, anyway).

Nothing wrong with that at all. And it really doesn’t defeat my position. I could just say that either you or maybe neither of us have the necessary skill to access the “Truth” of a text or the “True” authorial intention. This just comes down to question begging of both our positions.


You want to know what my blog is all about? Of course you do, what else could you possibly have to do with your life? My blog is me trying to figure out how all this shit works, in public, so that people like you will laugh at me and tell me my zipper’s open.

Heh. You could consider mine to be the blogging equivalent of me beating amplified sheet metal on a stage.


I will end with a thought that really only just popped into my head today: artists misunderstand critics far more often than the reverse.

Perhaps. I would have to say in response that artist-critics understand both more than either understands the other. 😉



originally posted here as “Being a Lazy blogger”:

Orientalism, Kill Bill, and the “Death of the Author”

Another response to James.

I was going to respond a couple of nights ago, but then my response ended up being half a dissertation and I saved it as a draft at my blog instead. Sometimes being able to easily jump from box to box means that you’re less likely to stay in one to make a, um, concerted point.

I guess that’s always the problem with authoritative statements about something relative–they turn back on themselves. But the nice thing about that is that it means you know you’re getting to the limits of the box and have to step out of it to see it from a different vantage point.

See, the other reason I didn’t respond was because of this:

To really live your life like that– not just adopt such a position in a drunken argument at a loud party– I think would be quite difficult.

Because I seriously starting thinking about all the performance art, phonetic poetry, noise music, experimental film/video, sound installations, multi-media performances, etc, etc…ad nauseum that I’ve been doing the past ten years and realized how easy it is to fall into the box that lets you talk about (i.e. critique) post-modernity without actually having lived it.

It always tickles me when reading academic (or pseudo-academic) pomo crit of things–to go back to the idea of “Death-of-the-author-as-result-of-Western-Critical-mindset”–because those types of text just bring to mind the cliched armchair critic that wouldn’t likely know the first thing about doing some of the activities that are the object of his criticism.

See, there’s a common saying in Thailand: “Kohn roo mai poot; kohn poot mai roo” (and this is actually just a restatement from the Daode jing), that translates (quite straightforwardly) as “The one who knows doesn’t speak; the one who speaks doesn’t know.” Timothy Hoare, in his book about the Thai dance-drama form Khon, writes about the phrase for some length (and yeah, it is ironic that he writes about it at all):

Even in the Thai language, reliable literary works on Khon are minimal, for the discursive habit of producing meticulous documentation that is grounded in a long and careful process of research has simply not been a traditional aspect of the Thai academic/historical consciousness. Appropriately, Khon provides us with a prime example of how this is so. In Thai education overall, the familiar euphemism, “Those who can’t do, teach,” has no meaning. Quite the contrary in the case of Khon, a teacher of Khon is an accomplished practitioner of Khon. He/she is respected for his/her ability, experience and knowledge as a performer and living vessel of the tradition, not as a “scholar” in the Western sense of the term.

Consequently, if it is deemed necessary for an arts institution to compile and publish a new text under its own authority, it is usually not the teacher–the one with expertise–who is commisioned to author it, but someone from “the outside,”…who knows the artform as “a layperson.” The result is usaully sketchy, sometimes inaccurate and, at best, suitable for the tourist who wants nothing more than a superficial treatment.

Setting aside some of the Orientalisms in the quote I gave, there’s a Buddhist saying, “mistaking the finger that is pointing at the moon for the moon itself,” that captures the idea that Hoare is stating rather succinctly.

I especially love reading critiques of Asian cinema, particularly “martial arts” flicks. Since a number of comics bloggers had so much to say about Ron Rosenbaum’s anti-Kill Bill/Sin City piece a while back, I’ll use it as an example (with some Saidean interpretive glosses in brackets):

Or maybe you were too busy laughing yourself silly over the single most ridiculous beard in the history of cinema [which just happens to be precisely one of the types of hu hsu (“beards”) as it has appeared in decades of Chinese Cinema and centuries in traditional Chinese Opera], the one on “Master Pai Mei,” who we’re supposed to believe is the ultimate extra-special, wise-beyond-Yoda spiritual warrior [because obviously the wu lao sheng character, as expertly performed by Gordon Liu, in traditional Chinese Opera and Chinese wuxia pian Cinema warrants immediate derision and dismissal]. You know, the laughable Orientalist caricature [because surely Ron knows a “real Oriental character” from a “laughable Orientalist caricature”] who teaches Uma Thurman the super-secret, way-forbidden “Exploding Heart” punch with which she finally kills Bill?

Pei Mei flippin' the beard.
Pei Mei flippin’ the beard.

Point is, each and every movement (not just the spoken text) that Gordon Liu performed has a meaning. Each and every piece of clothing and the beard and hairstyle that Gordon Liu sports have meanings. Even each specific movement of the beard that Gordon Liu performs has a meaning. But most of that is lost on an audience unfamiliar with the ersatz language of Chinese cinema and Chinese Opera.

But the dismissiveness and derision that is relatively commonplace in criticisms of either Asian MA films or films inspired and heavily borrowing from Asian MA film conventions iare premised on a box that doesn’t have nearly as much to do about the genres as some would like to believe. Would we criticize a composition in Sign Language like this? Would we say that “talkies” are just an adult version of or reference to infant’s “babble-talk?” I’m still actually surprised that I haven’t come across a review of Kill Bill that mentions the fact that Beatrix doesn’t actually kill anyone in vol. 2.

I don’t think it’s at all controversial to state that kung fu flicks rely heavily on Chinese Opera traditions and conventions (hell, even Chinese comics do), but the “Death of the Author” idea is just one aspect of what I’m coming to call textually driven criticism.

See–this is also why I didn’t post before–going off on tangents are so much easier when you’re used to jumping boxes.

Dave Fiore is fun, even when he’s going off into what linguist, Ray Jackendoff, calls the “Western bias of non-linguistic” thought. “We don’t know something until we try to say it.” “We communicate stories through narratives.” (my bad paraphrases of things Dave has stated). It doesn’t seem like many people realize how fuzzy the boundaries between different forms of communication or human interaction can be while they are [ironically] stating, unequivocably, that language is ambiguous.

What’s the difference between music and languages that use lexical tones to differentiate between meanings?

What’s the difference between the highly formalized gestures of Asian dance-dramas and the gestures of Sign Language?

What’s the difference between writing visual graphemes (i.e. “text”) and drawing visual logographs, pictographs, comics, or writing mathematical ideograms, and musical notation?

I’ve always said (partly because it’s so damn clever) that the last person you ask about a piece of art is the guy what made it. In truth, what he has to say about a work in question may be interesting, but I don’t have to believe him if I don’t want to.

See, that’s where textually driven criticsm has gotten in the way of the idea of an intentional object. Why does intention have to be bound in what an author says about her work? Why can it not be bound in the work itself? In other words–going back to mistaking the finger pointing for the moon itself–an author that makes a statement about her intention of a work is already different a different matter than the actual intention that the work itself was meant to communicate. If you say (or rather type) to me:

(A) “You’re an ass!”

and then

(B) explain to me:

“What I intended by (A) is (C).”

What seems to be really going on here is that (C) is your interpretation of (A) “You’re an ass!”

(C) is pointing to (A) like the finger to the moon. An author’s intention need not be considered unrecoverable when all we’re doing is looking at an author’s comment (C) about (A). Look at (A) if you want to find the intention.

The “perfect” act of communication I mentioned in that other comment is precisely the utterance of (A), not the explanation (B) or the “interpretation” (C).

I don’t think statements in the form of “all acts of communication have a diffusive quality” at all gets close to articulating these types of differences that I’m making. Indeed, these types of statements are constructed from within a box that makes them very improbable (or at least unacceptable). Obviously, critics can just reject my box, or any other box for that matter just as they can reject Chinese jingju conventions and talk about the laughable beard of Pai Mei, or just call people “stupid fucks” for that matter. Doesn’t change the [provisional] fact that these critics can’t make (or choose not to make) distinctions that others can.

This is sort of what I meant by choosing to acquire the skill to play the Dvořák Cello Concerto rather than implicitly blaming the piece (or the composer/author) for it’s “essential” difficulty. The Dvořák’s purported “difficulty” is just the reader’s commentary on her own relation to the text. In other words:

She be explainin’ (or (B)) through (C) her relationship to (A) rather than changing her relationship to (A) by acquiring skill.

I guess that’s also another Buddhist aspect of one of my boxes–the “Nagarjunian” idea of upaya-kausalya (“skillfull means”), that is. Damn me for being raised Theravada Buddhist I suppose.

Don’t ask the person, because he’ll just give you an interpretation of his intention. The actual intention is bound up in the “utterance” of the intentional object–which can also be some type of performative act like a statement. In other words, Kohn roo mai poot; kohn poot mai roo na krop.

That last makes a sort of sense given this context, since we’re basically analyzing and criticizing criticism after all. And by all means, more pics of guys in lingerie!

*note that this is a very abbreviated/cut-n-pasted version of the comment I was going to post. Maybe you’ll be thankful for this fact after you’ve read through my self-indulgent post. heh.



originally posted here as “response to James 3.5”: