Deep Play in the City
Surre(gion)al Explorations
by Max Cafard
The defining moment of our epoch was the moment when somebody decided that everything needed a defining moment. What we really need to find is the undefining moment of each phenomenon. The anarchist moment. The moment when it is liberated from our definitions and dominations and is allowed to reveal itself in its wild becoming.The kind of play to be considered here is related to but is not identical with carnivalesque play. The carnivalesque disengages and liberates us from the rigidities of social structure, from the iron chains of oligarchy, from the sedimented layers of desiccated culture, from the zombiesque world of social autonomism. It does this through celebrating all that is neglected, disfigured and repressed by the dominant structures of society and selfhood. The carnivalesque for all its creative affirmation retains a certain moment of reactivity. This is not at all a bad thing, since it is the source of much of the passionate intensity of carnivalesque celebration and of its invaluable function as one of the highest (and lowest) forms of ludic critique. It reverses the Napoleonic dictum and proclaims: "Le Pouvoir est toujours ridicule!" Deep Play does all the liberating things just mentioned and more, but does it through a kind of engaged disengagement, an engagement with things themselves that liberates us from each and every thing, even the thing called oneself.
Deep play is openness to the experience of diverse, interpenetrating regionalities. We might think that when we engage in deep play we are merely playing some kind of game, or even that we are pursuing some kind of game, that it is like a safari or scavenger hunt for strange objects, which can then be exhibited in our dada collection, or used expand our surrealist resume, or to add a notch on our Situationist revolver. But on the deeper level of analysis, deep play is not a big game hunt, nor is it playing a game in any usual sense. Rather it is entering into the play of the things themselves, and the many interpenetrating worlds of those things themselves (for there is no thing in itself, only things outside themselves and outsides inside themselves). Deep play is the interplay of psychoregion, mythoregion, socioregion, ethnoregion, bioregion, georegion, and all the other interpenetrating, mutually transforming regionalities. In deep play we enter into that interplay. If we want to think of it as our playing a game, or hunting game, we must think of it at the same time as the game playing us, or playfully preying on us.
So what then is Deep Play in the City all about? It's about the Jewel Net of Indra in the Hood. You'll learn very little about it here. This text is not your neighborhood! There's no Thing inside the text.
Deep play is closely related to what Daoist philosophy calls wuwei, an indefinable term usually defined as "doing without doing." Acting without the acting of an actor. Doing without the doing of a doer. It's also closely related to Zen mind, which has been described as "thought without a thinker." So when we go on a surre(gion)al exploration (of the city, for example), we take a tour without the tourists. It's a tour (a word that means "turn') of what is inside and outside. And just as when we breathe in and out, what is out is in and what is in is out. All of our experience is this turning back and forth of the inner and outer, exploring regions that are both inner and outer, and neither inner nor outer, and everywhere in between. The most widely practiced koan in the Korean tradition is "What is this?"[12] Deep Play is playing "What is This?"
In deep play, every object is a kind of koan. As the great New Orleans surrealist photographer Clarence Laughlin said, "Everything, everything, no matter how commonplace and ugly, has secret meanings. Everything."[13] The first step is to annihilate every thing's prefabricated meaning, which means that we have to annihilate our preconceptions about it, our imposed purposes and projects. It has been said that the answer to the koan is in the life of the practitioner.[14] Responding to the koan means living the koan. Similarly, surre(gion)al exploration presupposes being alive, and requires dedication to living the things one explores.
Deep play is related to the ancient cosmological anti-principle of lila, the ultimate play of the universe. Lila is the deepest play because it is prior to anything. It can't be for anything because it comes before there is anything. Indian thought sometimes says it's the play of Brahman, the ultimate reality. But since it is primordial it must play this Brahman too rather than being played by it. It's also sometimes said that there's another Brahman beyond Brahman that is a Great Nothingness. Which in this case rings true, since real play has nothing behind it, no pretext, Nothing.
If this seems too esoteric, we can also consider that it is closely related to what all of us call "play," the kind of play we reveled in before we learned games and long before we learned to keep score. We still remember a lot about it, even if we haven't consciously done much of it for an unconscionably long time. So when we engage in Deep Play, in the city or elsewhere, we have to seek (through not seeking), or merely allow to return to us, this spirit of lila, wuwei, or child's play. This may not seem all that easy, for along the way we will find a lot to accomplish, so we will have to escape the temptation to get hopelessly lost and end up accomplishing it.
Deep Play takes place within the world's great gift economy. It recognizes that we receive not because we deserve anything or even because of anything we do. It looks upon everything as gratuitous, Lagniappe, the free supplement. It's a little like those ads telling you that if you buy their product you get 20% extra free. But in this case, you just take the free part and refuse to buy the product. It's the extra that comes with Nothing.
The Road to Topia Deep Play in the City is an experiment in TOPIANISM. Utopianism is the search for a higher, deeper or better reality in some other place. Or more precisely, in no place at all, but a no place that draws us on toward itself and impossibly creates itself somewhere, to some extent, along the way.
It cannot be denied that Utopianism has its place, or at least has its no place. But if utopianism has been shamefully neglected, topianism has been all but ignored, and this is the much greater tragedy. There's a time and place for no place and there is a time and place for place. This does not go without saying. For as we know, for certain neurotics everything is always out of place. What is not always recognized is that these neurotics rule the world. For our neurotic civilization, place is always out of place. Its obsessive fantasy is to replace every place with a no place, an Atopia that is far from Utopia.
Topianism means simply (and at the same time very complexly) being here. Our peculiar kind of human existence has been called "Dasein," using a German everyday deeply crazy word, which, since "da" means both "here" and "there," itself means both "Being-Here" and "Being-There" at the same time. Most of us know the feeling. Our existence may in fact not have to seem that way, and it probably didn't until fairly recently, but it's actually a good description of late capitalist, late civilizational, spectacularized, commodified consciousness, which doesn't know where in the post-modern Hell it is at any given time.
Surre(gion)alism proposes the alternative of "Dadasein," which dialectically posits the da of da, and ends up where it always was, hier. When we are fully here we are also fully there. Deep Play means being fully immersed in the thing that is here, and at the same time being fully absorbed in the surre(gion)al journey through which the thing takes us beyond itself and our selves. Topianism is this Dadasein.
The Topia that we seek in urban surre(gion)al exploration is the Dadaic City.
The Ordinary
Gary Snyder has said that "the truly experienced person delights in the ordinary."[15] Deep play and surre(gion)al exploration are about having, without having, that kind of experience. Freud was once asked by a patient if he could cure her unhappiness, and Freud replied that he couldn't, but he could bring her up to level of everyday ordinary unhappiness (coincidentally, what society expects and needs from us to keep us producing and consuming optimally). This is not the "ordinariness" of Deep Play, which is based on the thesis that both everyday, ordinary unhappiness, and also some of the more extraordinary kinds, result precisely from a lack of deep experience of the ordinary.Everyday life, as the Situationists enjoyed pointing out, is one of misery, but this is true only because the accent falls so heavily on the everyday and not on the life. Thoreau said in a similar vein that "the mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation."[16] This was, of course, long before everyone spent most of their lives on cell phones. In a way all that has changed is that a kind of personal autism has been replaced by a more collective variety, while the desperation persists. Deep Play promises no sure-fire cure for existence itself but leads us toward a certain enjoyment through desperately seeking nothing, taking the ordinary objects of experience as extraordinary gifts, and delighting in what is given. As Laozi said, we shouldn't destroy our lives contending for conspicuously exhibited "rare treasures," while overlooking those that lie around us, obscured by their ordinariness. As Varahamihira instructs us:
The gold of poetry
Gets smelted and refined
From the speech of
Unreflective men.
Let us go
Cheerfully among them
With poised minds.[17]Franklin Rosemont expresses beautifully this spirit of the gift of the ordinary in his definitive work on the scandalously neglected topic of Wrong Numbers.[18] In his magnum opus of Misnumerology he explains that "in every Wrong Number, the present moment is not only isolated but also intensified by the unexpected; while it lasts, it is the sole focus, the whole reality. Like poetry and love, the Wrong Number recognizes the present moment-the magical now-as the "open sesame' of freedom, the Marvelous, the fulfillment of our wildest dreams."[19] What we seldom realize is that the vast majority of Right Numbers are existentially and experientially wrong, since they are excruciatingly and deadeningly predictable. It is the Wrong Number that has the ring of truth.
But hung up as we are on rightness, we hang up much too quickly on the wrong ones (the odd numbers and irrational numbers in every sphere), with all their striking absurdities and sublime revelations. Why is one of the most hated characters in our contemporary abrasive society the miscreant who mistakenly phones us and hangs up on us in annoyance? On a superficial level, it's because of the culprit's bad manners. But on a deeper metaphysical level it's because this reprobate ruthlessly negates the entire mystery of our being (and thereby stands in for the entire social order of the crushing Megamachine and its insensate Technocracy that carries this out on the larger scale). One wonders whether such a person is capable of paying attention when it's the right number in any sense of the term.
The "playful science of wrong numbers" is, as we see, an indispensible sphere of inquiry that yields many unexpected rewards. But as Rosemont notes, it is also significant because it is "part of a larger science of neglected phenomena of all kinds," part of the "ecology of the disregarded."[20]
The Endotic Another way of putting this is that surre(gion)al exploration, and perhaps especially urban surre(gion)al exploration, is concerned with the endotic, as opposed to the exotic. Conventional wisdom links the exotic to sophistication. But this wisdom is sophism. Often it is precisely one who is inexperienced in the most vital sense who seeks to delude others (and perhaps him or herself) through exoticism. The exotic signifies literally that which is from outside. The outside and outsiders are crucial, and they are most crucial when they cross the all-important, non-existent boundary and enter into the inside, overturning all the conventional ideas of inside and outside.[21]
But the mystique of the exotic is not related to the outside that challenges the limits of the inside by inhabiting it, uncovering its secrets, and perhaps subverting it or forcing it to be what it longs to be. Rather, the exotic outside retains an inert externality. The allure of the exotic object depends on maintaining a split between imagination and experience. That object subsists in a world of abstraction and loses its alluring qualities to the extent that it begins to be known more deeply and intimately, that is, the way the endotic is known. Endoticism focuses on the Thusness of things, their being-here, while exoticism requires that they always dwell in some exclusive, inaccessible, mystifying There.
.Georges Perec, in "Approches de quoi?" describes his approach to the endotic as a concern with "what happens everyday, the banal, the quotidian, the evident, the common, the ordinary, the infra-ordinary, the background noise, the habitual" and with the questions "how can one account for it, how can one question it, how can one describe it?"[22] The surre(gion)alist concept of the endotic is similar to Perec's, except that Surre(gion)alism does not have much interest in "accounting" for endotic realities, and it takes a more dialectical approach to these phenomena. It is concerned not only that we focus intently on the evident, the common, and the ordinary, and allow them to reveal what they are, but also that we be open to finding the unexpected in the evident, the unique in the common, and the extraordinary in the ordinary. And that we explore the ways in which all of these things both are what they are not and are not what they are. We must be ready to discover that they all lead beyond themselves into other worlds, other regions of being and experiencing.
The passion for the ordinary and endotic is the practical negation of civilization's hierarchical dualism, which is founded on a heroically futile quest for a mythical ideal perfection, and in which everything can be ranked as higher or lower according to relation to this abstract ideal, ranging from the most lowly, insignificant, ordinary, endotic (the unfortunately real), to the most perfect, extraordinary, exotic, powerful, godlike (the triumphantly illusory). Surre(gion)al exploration revels in the imperfection of things, in their being merely what they are. They are all ephemeral, flawed, and incomplete-in short, they are part of the real world rather than a product of fantasy. They are valuable precisely because they are part of the beautiful, broken, and sad world.
This is what Zen aesthetics conveys through the concept of wabi-sabi. Wabi-sabi refers to "the beauty of things imperfect, impermanent and incomplete" and "of things modest and humble."[23] It is "the exact opposite of the Western ideal of great beauty as something monumental, spectacular and enduring. Wabi-sabi is about the minor and the hidden, the tentative and the ephemeral: things so subtle and evanescent they are invisible to vulgar eyes."[24]It's a wabi-sabi world and surre(gion)al exploration is about discovering the beauty, truth, goodness, and sometimes even the very existence of the small, humble, unfinished things that surround us, things and qualities that usually remain hidden just beyond our focus of attention. It's about putting aside our presuppositions and waking up to these unpresupposing and luminous things. No one said it better than Leonard Cohen:
There's a crack in everything
that's how the light gets in."[25].The Surre(gion)al Object Though descriptions necessarily address either one side or the other of this indivisible process, surre(gion)al exploration always reveals both the depth of the thing and the beyond of the thing. Breton writes of "the integral certainty produced by the emergence of a solution"[26] that one experiences when the Thing reveals itself in all its luminosity. The Surre(gion)al Object is such a Thing in that it is revelation that yields "certainty." But this certainty is the being of "a certain something," of a Thusness, a certain particularity that leads beyond itself, to a certain beyond, that is, a quite particular beyond. It is a solution that presents many further problems, an answer that poses an endless chain of further questions. Surre(gion)al objects are also "solutions" in that they dissolve our preconceived notions of things. They dissolve every thing, if they are not themselves dissolved in the "icy water of egoistical calculation."
They dissolve every thing, including themselves, in the sense that in exploring them not only do we discover Things but we also find that there are really no things, that each Thing leads us into a multitude of regions that give it meaning, that generate its thinghood and its nothinghood, that spawn uniqueness, specificity and Thusness, and also at the same moment lead all things outward into an infinitude of directions, and into an infinite of other realities that are not ultimately other. Determination is negation, so we must be determined to follow that negation wherever it leads. This is part of the meaning of meditating on Mu, "No!" or "Nothing!" The power of absolute negation propels us positively forward through "the Ten Thousand Things," so that as Zhuangzi said, we can stop struggling against the way of things and learn to ride the wind.
The Thing, the surre(gion)al, ultimately non-existent, noumenal object has something in common with Breton's trouvaille. Breton says that "what is delightful here is the dissimilarity itself which exists between the object wished for and the object found."[27] This is an enormously significant point. Surre(gion)al exploration (like surrealist exploration in its most uncorrupted form) subverts the civilized . The psychology of the surre(gion)al, wild object is the opposite of the psychology of the civilized object. The civilized object always produces frustration and a sense of lack because of the necessary gap between that object and the object wished for. (This is also called "sarvam dukham.") The wild object is the object of play, so it cannot be wished for. It is necessarily a surprise, a gift, and a revelation.
The term "object" comes from the concepts "to throw" and "toward." It thus seems to imply an intentionality and movement in the direction of some thing. But paradoxically, and dialectically, the "ob" of the "object' has come to mean also a reversal of direction, and thus a movement away from some thing, a being-moved of the subject. So we become the object's object. We may seek to "have" some object but once we are in the presence of that object, in its force field, perhaps we should say, it has us much more than we can possibly have it.
The Tathatic City As we discover, the Dadaic City is also the Tathatic City. In all surre(gion)al exploration we seek the Thusness of things, their tathata. Han Shan, over a millennium ago, thought of this kind of exploration as a kind of tathatic dérive. As he says in the Cold Mountain Poems:
Freely drifting, I prowl the woods and streams
And linger watching things themselves.[28]"Zurück zur Sachen selbst!" Han Shan's brief lines sum up concisely the essentials of Deep Play. It is a truly free drifting in which we are carried along beyond the bounds of our own and the world's delusions. It is a discovery of Things Themselves that becomes possible when we "linger" while "drifting," doing without doing. Han Shan's drifting was like Thoreau's walking, for as he said, "in my walks I would fain return to my senses"[29]
Gary Snyder shows us that we can also prowl the urban woods and streams, the great wilderness at the heart of the city, if we know how to look for the things themselves there also. As he expresses it in one of the great texts of urban exploration, "Walking the New York Bedrock Alive in the Sea of Information":
Maple, oak, poplar, gingko
New leaves, "new green" on a rock ledge
Of steep little uplift, tucked among trees
Hot sun dapple-
wake up.Roll over and slide down the rockface
Walk away in the woods toward
A squirrel, toward
Rare people!. . .
Drop under the streetworld
Steel squeal of stopping and starting
Wind blows through black tunnels
spiderwebs, fungus, lichen.Gingko trees of Gondwanaland. Pictographs,
Petroglyphs, cover the subways-
Empty eye sockets of buildings just built
Soul-less, they still wait the ceremony
that will make them too,new, Big
city Gods,
Provided with conduit, cable and plumbing,
They will light up, breathe cool air,
Breathe the minds of the workers who work there-
The cloud of their knowing
As they soar in the sky, in the air,
Of the Sea
Of Information . . . .[30]Even in this excerpt from the much longer poem, we can see how Snyder's exploration attends to a multitude of phenomena from many realms, and reveals the dialectical interaction between these realms. We discover an urban and at once more-than-urban world of sounds, sight, feelings, sensations, geography, geology, biology, sexuality, ecology, psychology, history, economics, social relations, class, anthropology, archaeology, architecture, the symbolic, the natural and the social, the atmosphere, ritual, imagination, technology, politics, and myth-to give a non-exhaustive list.
As Snyder summarizes the secret of this walk: "wake up."
Basho, another surre(gion)al explorer, wrote haibun, journal entries interspersed with haiku, that reflect a dialectic between nature, culture, history, and psyche. He begins "Narrow Road to the Interior" with the observation that "the journey itself is home,"[31] and he looked at all that appeared on the journey as a gift. In "the Knapsack Notebook" he describes a point at which he was overcome by fatigue and his burden began to weigh on him physically and mentally. "With each slow step, my knees ached and I grew increasingly depressed." And then:
Exhausted! I sought
a country inn, and found
Wisteria in bloom[32]He doesn't mention whether he ever got to the inn.
The City Seen Sengcan (Seng-t'san), in the first recorded Zen poem (circa 600 C.E.), said:
To ride the One Vehicle
Do not despise the six senses."[33]This is a good guide to surre(gion)al exploration. The vehicle takes us along the road, the path, the way-in the present context, the city street. If we don't have confidence in our six senses (the five conventional ones plus mind) the vehicle will get us nowhere.
The tradition that Zen comes from says metaphorically of our mind and other senses that we live in a house with six windows. It also says that we're like a crazy monkey that lives in the house with six windows; that seldom looks out the windows but spends most of its time bouncing against the walls and wreaking havoc with the furniture. Stated more historically this means that since the beginning of civilization, and for very good practical reasons, we have created for ourselves a psychological reality that is a weird blend of autism and mental hyperactivity. Not coincidentally, the vehicle has taken us nowhere (Atopia again).
Deep Play means breaking out of the autistic fantasy world that we've lived in since the origins of civilization and domination, and allowing ourselves to experience the realities, the Things and the thinglessness, the Thusness and the regionalities that are the beyond of Things, that our six senses reveal to us.
One point of departure for sensory exploration of the city is the visual, the sensory realm that has gotten the most attention. New Orleans surrealist photographer Clarence Laughlin expresses some important aspects of a surre(gion)al view of the object and the image in his idea of a seeing that dwells on the object (often images of decay and deterioration) but also goes far beyond the visual object into other realms. The visual image leads into a multitude of regions, which Laughlin explicitly identifies as psychological and symbolic, which are also implicitly social, historical, cultural, natural, and metaphysical.
"I have tried to deal in an integrated and comprehensive fashion with the psychic significance of the multiple and often discordant forms that are found in the city of New Orleans, the time growths that completely render visible the psychological patterns of the era which evolved them (whatever that era may happen to be), [and] everything that embodies the spirit of 'place' or that indicates the meaning of a region at a particular period of time. . . This is symbolic photography."[34]
Laughlin says that from the photographer's "intensive seeing" there "emerges a surreality which definitely transcends the purely recording function of the camera. The surreality consists of the extension of the individual object into a larger and more significant reality-the submarine depths and fantastic jungles of psychological association and symbolic meaning."[35] Surre(gion)alism makes explicit the dimensions implicit in Laughlin's account and broadens the exploration, above all by shifting the focus more in the direction of the object, so that the revelation is less a one-sided psychological and symbolic revelation of the subject (individual or collective) through the object, and more of a mutual revelation of the subject-object field, through the regionalities that pervade both.
In 1853 the Baron Ludwig von Reizenstein, a Bavarian nobleman and immigrant to the Crescent City, wrote his fantastic and phantasmagorical Mysteries of New Orleans, a rambling, utterly implausible, and captivating work that runs to over 500 pages of astute observations and hallucinatory imaginings.[36] In the Baron's inflamed imagination, New Orleans contained more of the mysterious, the bizarre and the grotesque than perhaps any place on earth. Part of the practice of expecting the unexpected is to investigate the extent to which even in a post-modern age of cynicism and disenchantment a city can still contain mysteries, secrets, wonders, miracles, magic, the bizarre, the uncanny, and the sacred.
Some of these mysteries are documented in Geopsychic Wonders of New Orleans[37], which, like Laughlin's work, begins with the visual but probes far beyond it. A milestone in the history of the surre(gion)al exploration of New Orleans, the work combines the inspired efforts of geopsychical writer, critic and photographer Eric Bookhardt and hermeneuticist of the absurd Jon Newlin. It manifests acute, awakened perceptiveness, intimate connection with the local cultural milieu and history, a brilliant sense of the ridiculous sublime, and a deep love of place combined with a certain ironic distance that keeps it immune from the kind of idiotic puffery and cliché-mongering that plagues localism in general and Big Easy-ism in particular. Ones surre(gion)al exploration must extend even more deeply and widely but this work opens the gateless gate of Creole surre(gion)ality.
Bookhardt and Newlin explore the "signs" of New Orleans and find them to point in strange and mysterious directions. "These signs," Newlin says "are omens and portents." He describes "the sudden confrontation late one evening with a set of tile letters, embedded in the sidewalk of St. Claude Avenue near Poland Avenue, reading in a river-to-lake line of horizontals, Stop Don't Go Any Further." For Newlin, this "prompts two questions, For whom is this intended? Is it command or warning or both?" The sign can be taken as a koan, and if so performs a similar function as the koan "Mu." We must just keep in mind that we will find many other urban koans or signs that tell us "Don't stop!" and "Always Go Further!"
The Saturn Bar is the ultimate New Orleanian surre(gion)al social space, site of one of the most intense condensations of regionalities. "The ceiling-a mummy, elderly ceiling fan with dusty blade, a panorama of the galaxy and paintings nailed to the ceiling-there are paintings everywhere in the Saturn (subaqueous scenes, bullfights, swamp scenes, horses in pastures, postcard vistas of all climes, a beggar-thin hand throwing snake-eyes (with a Brueghelian tableaux beneath a shark about to gobble a smaller fish), cemetery scenes, symbolic portraits that might have been dreamed up by a cockeyed Redon); what is beneath the ceilings is no less bizarre-an Escorial of the bibelot-madonnas made entirely of glitter, a sea turtle mounted on the wall outlined in neon with, across its shell, the alluring word 'Candy.' Perhaps the most hallucinatory terrain for a cocktail ever conceived, carried out ruthlessly according to one of the most arcane Ninth Ward cosmologies ever to lurk beneath such a deceptively, preposterously ordinary exterior."
The text is atypically restrained in its commentary on the remarkable Chapel of St. Roch Cemetery. It evokes some significant aspects of the Chapel's mystique in describing it as "an old-world scene of devotion, fervor, immortelles and plaster casts of newly-whole physical parts, reminders of physical transience."[38] But it is much more than this. It is a powerful evocation of strangely intimate yet distant personal and collective history, revealing links to a communal ancestry in Southern Europe, evoking memories of ancient plagues juxtaposed with reminders of the city's own history of catastrophic epidemics. Its atmosphere is heavy with ambiguous nostalgia, and it shocks contemporary sensibilities with its petrified remnants of a past era of devotion. It poses a deeply ironic relation between past and present. And spite the ease with which it can be perceived as a cultural curiosity, it retains a strange and haunting beauty wrought by the ravages of time and now intensified by the flooding in Hurricane Katrina of the Chapel and its neighborhood (the neighborhood of my childhood).
A final example of an exploration of diverse regionalities that takes the visual as the point of departure is the work of New Orleans artist and ecologist of the imagination Jacqueline Bishop. She is best known for her strikingly powerful rain forest paintings, raging from apocalyptic Amazonian landscapes of fiery destruction and lush regeneration to minutely detailed and sensuously numinous orchids.[39] But many of her works emerge in part from the city and incorporate found objects that she collects in early morning walks through the streets of New Orleans. In some cases, the objects themselves become her canvas, as in an extensive series of paintings on discarded baby shoes. She says that "most people ignore or separate themselves from discarded objects on the street, which are considered unwanted, used, dismissed and abandoned." They are not only ordinary, but as discards they are even sub-ordinary. For her, they are aesthetic, cultural and historical objects, works of nature and art that can be perceived and appreciated for what they are and what they embody, and also for the ways in which they can be incorporated in further generation of form, meaning and value. In Bishop's aesthetic, the creative process is a dialectic between several levels of preexisting meanings and forms and newly generated meanings and forms. "As an artist I feel a mystery in the objects I find in the streets, for example, baby shoes, keys, nails, screws, door handles, human hair in the form of dreadlocks, silk ribbon and broken earrings, knowing they were used in a meaningful way by some human being I may never know. Collecting these objects and using them in my work is transforming them into another life, giving them another meaning."
In a project with college students called "Discarded in Kentucky" the students "investigated the streets and each collected a specific, discarded object that would be considered garbage, abandoned, something discarded, rubbish, rejected, or what might be considered landfill material." Each student then "discussed the materials in this object (natural materials or man made; wood, plastic, paper, metals, steel" and his or her connection to this object or how he or she might identify with this object (cultural, a religion, spiritual, gender, political, or aesthetically)" Finally, each student "transformed this unwanted object into something else, giving it new meaning, a new existence, whether it be functional or purely aesthetic."
One of Bishop's most recent projects was a unique effort to help people to see what usually remains unseen though it is right before their eyes. In a project called "Field Guide," volunteers used stencils of silhouettes of local native bird species to create 5000 images on a driveway in front of a complex of buildings that has been deserted since Hurricane Katrina.[40] The complex of buildings was once the Milne Boys' Home, a well-known local institution that is noteworthy in part because local music icon Louis Armstrong spent time there, though at its previous location.. The project calls attention to the abandonment of this site, which, like so much of New Orleans, including much of its population, has simply disappeared from collective consciousness, locally and throughout the United States of Amnesia, after the initial trauma and media bonanza of Katrina. But above all, the exhibit is for the birds. Five thousand birds may seem like overkill, but it is in fact about overkill, as the miltitude of bird species in the region disappear from consciousness and then just disappear. It's an attack on oblivion and a wake-up call, with nature calling.
The focus thus far has been on the visual, but a large part of surre(gion)al exploration consists of careful, conscious listening and hearing. Two large areas for such exploration of the city are listening to the noise of the city, and hearing the many voices of the city. John Cage said that "Wherever we are, what we hear is mostly noise. When we ignore it, it disturbs us. When we listen, we find it fascinating. The sound of a truck at fifty miles per hour. Static between the stations. Rain. We want to capture and control these sounds, to use them not as sound effects but as musical instruments."[41] Cage also said that "music is everywhere, you just have to have the ears to hear it."[42] Recent important explorations of both the Thusness of the music of everywhere and of musical regionalities include Steven Feld's "soundscape compositions" incorporating church bells, animal bells, and costume bells,[43] and, in a more urban mode, his recordings of the music, speeches, and sounds of the crowds at the Carrara, Italy anarchist May Day celebration.[44] Also of interest for their use of urban auditory source material are Quinn Kiesow's "Barcelona," "Madrid" and "New York."[45]
We will not run through all the senses here, but it should be taken as given that deep play will carry out its explorations through all of them, extending even to the most neglected and devalued of all, the sense of smell. Walter Benjamin has been justly recognized for his contribution to "the dialectics of seeing." [46] But the surre(gion)alist non-project, its synject, will require not only a dialectics of this over-privileged sense, but also and especially a Dialectics of Smelling, not to mention a dialectics of all the other senses. Though surre(gion)alists do not believe in self-identity, they are tempted to proclaim, "I smell, therefore I am," if only to give that most disparaged of senses its epistemological due, and to protest the fact that the onto-phallo-antinaso-logical tradition since the ancient Greeks has so discourteously and rather paradoxically snubbed, while contradictorily turning up, its nose at that very same humble organ, along with its scorned sense.
Granted, any American city is more of a challenge to the discriminating smeller than is for example an Indian city, in which the fragrances of diverse curries and masalas, food markets, herb and spice merchants, perfumes, incense and thousand other scents reach out to the passer-by. Yet the smell of a crab, shrimp or crawfish boil in New Orleans is equally distinctive. As is the blooming of the jasmine, honeysuckle, sweet olive or magnolia. Yet there are thousands of more subtle scents that go unnoticed and remain for surre(gion)al investigation. Some of the most powerful memories of my own childhood are of going on early morning fishing trips, before dawn, first stopping at the French Market to buy bait, and then heading out Chef Menteur Highway. As we reached the edges of the city, the cool, damp atmosphere and the heavy, pungent odors of the marshes and bayous would hit me, completely transforming my consciousness.
But these are only several of a hundred interrelated sensory memories, each of which lead in many directions. The memory of the French Market is of a richly defined local place, not of the no place of tourism that it has become. The memory of the marshland is of a natural landscape, not the developed, suburbanized, ecologically devastated terrain of today. It must always be remembered that however much we must attend to the specific phenomena, there is also a dialectic of these visible things, audible things, tactile things, gustatory things, olfactory things, and mind things, and that this dialectic leads us in many directions, in particular (as Laughlin emphasizes so strongly) to the very complex expressions of mind.
Surre(gion)al Lost and Found.One concise record of surre(gion)al exploration in New Orleans comes from an anonymous explorer in a message delivered not to the addressee but rather into the hands of fate (though perhaps the addressee will finally somehow find it here). The text and accompanying drawing were left on a table in the New Orleans Public Library. It reads in part:
"20 March 1996 Day 3, New Orleans. Hello Elysabeth I write to you from the city of great noises, the city of sweet smells, the city where all who move are Dancers. I walk these streets with wide open eyes, opened palms, and it seems that the creatures I see live inside-out. Insides everywhere, bursting and color-full. Time is present always and it is hard to erase. In this city the layers are raw and exposed. On houses, there are many colors, one beneath the other, scattered away with weather and storm and time and so much work it takes to live! Bricks and metal and wood, all showing, surfacing. Insides-out. . . ."
When Deep Play comes to full fruition, the streets will be filled with anonymous surre(gion)al explorers, wandering through the Tathatic City, eyes wide open, allowing the outside to rush inward and vice versa, perhaps like Han Shan leaving records of their astounding discoveries scattered across the landscape.
Listening to the Secret Mind[47]
In surre(gion)al exploration, the eye may be directed outward to the objects of vision, or it may be directed inward to the objects of mind. In certain very revealing cases, the eye focuses on what has passed through the eye of the storm, the storm in question being the tempestuous encounter with the traumatic real. What it discovers is the displaced perspective of the displaced, an anamorphic perception that is able to apprehend what could never be seen from the standpoint of the everyday, the stance of normality before the disruptive shift.Such a traumatic encounter and such a process of displacement took place in New Orleans in the wake of the Hurricane Katrina disaster. They arose out of the loss of family, friends and neighbors, the loss of homes, possessions, and entire neighborhoods, and the loss of much of the personal and collective history of multitudes of people. The encounter with the impossible real can immobilize, but it can also liberate energies, and imagination. So along with the destruction and devastation, both external and internal, came an explosion of manifestations of personal and collective self-expression: a proliferation of internet archives and other documentary collections; story projects, such as the Library of Congress Story Corps recordings; photographic exhibits documented with personal statements, such as the "Why I Stayed" collection; a seemingly countless series of experientially-grounded documentary films, as for example, the acclaimed "Troubled Waters"; grassroots art and photography programs such as the Kid Camera Project- and these are only a hint of the scope of the huge torrent of material that emerged. The results of this outpouring constitute an extraordinarily detailed mapping of psychogeographical landscapes and regionalities.
Perhaps the deepest and most far-reaching of these explorations of the individual and collective, psychical and spiritual, imaginary and symbolic landscape of New Orleans is The Post-Katrina Portrait Project. Naomi Klein has written of what she calls "Disaster Capitalism," a monstrous system that preys on destruction, devastation and disorientation, and the "Shock Doctrine," its theoretical correlate, which stresses the vital role that collective trauma plays in expanding the parameters of exploitation. But there is also a Disaster Communalism and a corresponding Solidarity Principle, aimed at expanding the parameters of mutual aid, and these arise out of much the same dislocations. The Post-Katrina Portraits (though they are also much more this) are largely a documentation of these phenomena.
Beginning a few days after Hurricane Katrina and continuing for over a year, Francesco di Santis drew portraits of a vast spectrum of people in New Orleans. This included Katrina survivors of diverse ethnicities, social classes, neighborhood backgrounds, age groups, and personal histories. It included those who stayed through the storm, the flood and the chaos that followed, and those who returned in the ensuing months. It included a vast array of volunteers-young anarchists and anti-authoritarians, global justice activists, idealistic college students, youth group volunteers, Rainbow Family Hippies, concerned Christians, neo-Pagans, social justice workers, and heartbroken lovers of the city.
Di Santis asked each person to write his or her Katrina story on the portrait, or to tell the story so that it could be transcribed verbatim. In all, he did over two thousand portraits that contained over two thousand first-person accounts of experiences and reflections on the meaning of those experiences. Hundreds of them are collected online and hundreds are published in art-book format as The Post-Katrina Portraits.[48] The Project is a profound and moving study of psychogeography, in particular the psychogeography of disaster and trauma, in which social geography is radically overturned, psychoregions are revolutionized, and long-obscured truths are illuminated by the clear light that shines forth out of the fissures in the contours of reality. For a moment, or perhaps longer, the real surges forth and leaves traces that are often lost, but are sometimes retraced by a patient and revolutionary psychogeographer. The Post-Katrina Portaits present a record of these traces.
It is a record of alienation and righteous indignation: "You are looking at the face of a traumatized Katrina survivor! Katrina came and uprooted my family and community like a thief in the night. Been to so many places. You can never know what it was like for me and my child to see everything disappear right in front of our faces. The media lies! So did the people that told me they were taking me somewhere safe, but instead tossed us under a bridge, held at gunpoint without food or water for days on end." And a record of the "eye-opening" encounter and hope: "My eyes have been opened wide to those who come from afar to help us. I see your eyes open to us and our lives. . . I met a fireman who I helped in a very small way. Both of us with tears in our eyes promised to never forget, never forget, how much we needed each other. I see the hope and promise of a new day."
It is a record of the Dark Night of the Soul: "At night, it gets dark. Darker than I ever knew a city could become. Now the stars can finally be seen. Last night, I woke to the shaking of my room. The walls were rattling and the whole house moved. I clung to my bed. The earth was quaking and I thought, 'this is it.' Pieces of the world were coming apart and I tried to grasp onto the remaining fragments of reality-before it was all gone. I woke again." And a record of communal ecstasy: "I am in love. Completely, joyously in love. I have found my soul's match, my heart and mind's delight. I am in love with the people here. I have never been so continually inspired and amazed by the wonderful beings all around me. The volunteers whose skills seem boundless, their energy aflame, brilliant minds and spirits make me gasp with joy every day."
It is a record of dispiriting psychic devastation: "I have combed every inch of New Orleans since the storm. It's beyond the physical ruin. 'I hadn't thought death had undone so many.'" And a record of the discovery of new meaning in the ordinary: "There is something special about living in a disaster zone. I would explain it as a change inn the perception of reality. Mundane events become more meaningful."
It is a record of the horror of abandonment (as in these excerpts from a Katrina diary written on a marker board from the flooded Charity Hospital): "Day 1: We are all ok. . . . Day 2: We are all ok. . . . Day 3: Help is on the way. . . . Day 4: Where is the help? . . . Day 5: Bodies floating in the water! WHERE IS THE HELP? . . . Day 6: WE ARE ALL GOING TO DIE!!" And a record of new realities surging forth from the breach: "What matters most is that within this system crack which was caused by Katrina we now have the chance to help enact a transformation of culture and civilization. . . . All points radiating out from this our swampy heaven. . . . all around me in this city I've seen art and music seeping up from the cracks in the hearts of people whose experiences and pain I can never understand."
Perhaps these few short excerpts hint at the vast scope of the geographies of the mind and spirit that are mapped in this project. The message of the Portraits is epitomized in one of the shortest and most eloquent texts, which implores the reader: "Open your eye, see what going on around you." This is in fact the project of deep play and surre(gion)al exploration: to see with an awakened eye.
A certain kind of surre(gion)al exploration requires patiently wandering streets and alleyways, climbing rooftops, prying into neglected corners and abandoned attics, watching and waiting for what Cartier-Bresson called "the decisive moment," the surrealist moment in which the visual image condenses in our perception many levels of reality beyond the ordinary one.
Another kind of surre(gion)al exploration requires patient tarrying with the people of a community, exploring every crack and crevice of their faces, every gleam or shadow in their eyes, listening intently to their stories. As di Santis expresses it, it means "receiving daily inundations of others' experiences as only the people who lived them could express," and in this way "entering a nuanced and beautiful reality" and "pursuing a sense of history or chain of events demonstrated by intense deliberations over single precious moments."
Significantly, di Santis notes that often the subjects "describe their acts and sentiments at decisive moments." This is Cartier-Bresson's surrealist moment in which levels of reality are condensed in perception, and it is the surre(gion)alist moment in which what the artist calls "a simple loyalty to the present time" allows diverse personal, communal and historical regionalities to converge in an experience.
Not all psychogeographers can spend a year or more drawing thousands of portraits and collecting thousands of stories, but before they claim their Master of Psychogeography degrees they must first find their own unique variations of such an engaged practice. Though they may love quick kicks as much as anyone, they will never settle for a "rapid passage through varied ambiances." There is no Cafeteria of the Real. It takes many lifetimes to explore a city, but fortunately, if we slow down enough, we can live many of them simultaneously.
Max Cafard, a lifelong inhabitant of the Island of New Orleans, is a surre(gion)alist writer and pre-ancientist philosopher. He is the author of The Surre(gion)alist Manifesto and Other Writings (Exquisite Corpse, 2004) and FLOOD BOOK (Psychic Swamp, 2008).
[12] Martin Batchelor, "What is This?" in Principles of Zen (London: HarperCollins, 1999), pp. 83-63.
[13] Clarence John Laughlin, "The Art and Thought of An American Surrealist," Interview with Clarence Laughlin by Patricia Leighten in History of Photography 44 (April-June 1988), p.72.
[14] For example, Thich Nhat Hanh, in Zen Keys (New York: Doubleday Image Books, 1995), p. 57.
[15] Gary Snyder, Practice of the Wild (San Francisco: North Point Press, 1990), p. 153.
[16] Henry David Thoreau, "Economy" in Walden; online at http://thoreau.eserver.org/walden1a.html.
[17] Andrew Schelling, trans., Dropping the Bow: Poems from Ancient India (Seattle, WA: Broken Moon Press 1991), p. 45. Thanks to Gary Snyder for drawing attention to this marvelous, incisive passage.
[18] Franklin Rosemont, An Open Entrance to the Shut Palace of WRONG NUMBERS (Chicago: Surrealist Editions, 2003).
[19] Ibid., p. 145.
[20] Ibid., p. 151.
[21] See Andrei Codrescu, The Disappearance of the Outside: A Manifesto of Escape (Reading, MA: Addison-Wesley, 1990).
[22] Quoted in Anna Botta , "The Alì Babà project (1968-1972): Monumental History and the Silent Resistance of the Ordinary" in Proceedings of the International Conference: The Value of Literature in and after the Seventies: The Case of Italy and Portugal; online at http://congress70.library.uu.nl/index.html?000003/index.html.
[23] Leonard Koren, Wabi-Sabi for Artists, Designers, Poets & Philosophers. (Berkeley, CA: Stone Bridge Press, 1994), p. 7.
[24] Ibid., p. 50.
[25] Leonard Cohen, "Anthem."
[26] André Breton, Mad Love, trans. Mary Ann Caws (Lincoln, NB: University of Nebraska Press, 1987), p. 13.
[27] Ibid.
[28] Han Shan, "Cold Mountain Poem 7," trans. by Gary Snyder, in Riprap & Cold Mountain Poems (San Francisco: Grey Fox Press, 1958), p. 43.
[29] In one of his greatest essays, "Walking"; online at http://www.transcendentalists.com/walking.htm.
[30] From Gary Snyder "Walking the New York Bedrock Alive in the Sea of Information" in Mountains and Rivers Without End (Washington, D.C.: Counterpoint, 1996), pp. 97, 100.
[31] Matsuo Basho, The Essential Basho, trans. by Sam Hamill (Boston and London: Shambhala, 1998), p. 3.
[32] Ibid., p. 65.
[33] Mu Soeng, Trust in Mind: The Rebellion of Chinese Zen (Somerville, MA: Wisdom Publications, 2004), p. 154.
[34] Keith E. Davis, Clarence John Laughlin: Visionary Photographer (Kansas City, MO: Hallmark Cards, 1990), p. 27.
[35] Clarence John Laughlin, "First Principles of the Third World of Photography: The World Beyond Documentation & Purism" in Franklin Rosemont, ed. Arsenal: Surrealist Subversion 4 (Chicago: Black Swan Press, 1989), p. 96.
[36] Baron Ludwig von Reizenstein, Mysteries of New Orleans, trans. by Steven Rowan (Baltimore and London: Johns Hopkins University Press, 2002). There were three different "Mysteries of New Orleans" works from the period, one in German, one in French, and one in English, representing the three major literate populations of the city at that time.
[37] D. Eric Bookhardt and Jon Newlin, Geopsychic Wonders of New Orleans (New Orleans: Temperance Hall, Ltd., 1992; reprint of 1979 edition). The book has no page numbers.
[38] Some excellent St. Roch cemetery scenes can be found online at http://www.asergeev.com/pictures/archives/compress/2006/525/23.htm. These are from a remarkable collection of 2254 images of New Orleans from 2005 and 2006 by Alexey Sergeev, a physicist interested in "quantum-mechanical perturbation theory, summation of divergent perturbation series, quasiclassical methods for resonant states." Extensive St. Roch scenes of varying quality can be found at http://www.flickr.com/search/?q=st.+roch+cemetery.
[39] An extensive collection of images of Bishop's work can be found on the Arthur Roger Gallery site at http://www.arthurrogergallery.com/dynamic/artist.asp?artistid=7.
[40] Images of work in progress on the project can be found at the art in Action c site at http://artinaction-nola.blogspot.com/2008/06/volunteers-needed-june-26th-30th-with.html.
[41] John Cage, Silence-Lectures and Writings (Marion Boyars Publishers Ltd., 2006), p. 3.
[42] John Cage, "Anarchic Harmony," online at http://www.sterneck.net/john-cage/anarchic-harmony/index.php and many other places.
[43] Steven Feld, The Time of Bells: Soundscapes of Italy, Finland, Greece and France (Voxlox, 2004).
[44] Primo Maggio Anarchico: Carrara 2002 (FAI, 2003).
[45] Online at http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=94027539&ft=1&f=1039. Less interesting is "L.A.," in which he explains it all for the benefit of NPR listeners.
[46] Susan Buck-Morss, The Dialectics of Seeing: Walter Benjamin and the Arcades Project (Cambridge, MA: MIT Press, 1991).
[47] This phrase is inspired by Ed Sanders' reflections in his magnificent Poems to New Orleans (Berkeley, CA: North Atlantic Books, 2008; recorded version: Dallas, TX: Paris Records, 2007). In "My Darling Magnolia Tree," Sanders quotes poet Bob Kauffman's question, "Does the Secret Mind Whisper?" and explores its import in the context of destruction, loss, and memory. (pp. 76-77).
[48] Online at http://postkatrinaportraits.org/ and with full resolution at http://www.flickr.com/photos/postkatrinaportraits/.
