Over Exposed

July 19th, 2010

Exposed: Voyeurism, Surveillance and the Camera
Tate Modern, 28 May–3 Oct 2010

Surveillance has a sinister ring to it, with connotations of social control and the invasion of privacy. But the practice of surveillance also involves a lot of boredom, and it is the tedium of surveillance that this exhibition succeeds most in capturing.

Exposed does include a number of fascinating exhibits, mostly photographic, but also examples of cameras hidden inside a shoe, a walking stick, and a device that can be concealed beneath clothing, some of which date back to the nineteenth century. Perhaps most interesting were attempts at capturing the wretched conditions of New York slums, early pornographic images, and a series of night-time shots of voyeurs creeping up on lovers in a Tokyo park. There were also some stark shots of violence, war, and executions.

But overall the exhibition was too shabby and stuffed full of images that were simply banal.

In a few cases, I felt that a little more interpretive information could have made a big difference. There was one picture, for example, of a biological and chemical weapons testing area, which had been taken from 40 miles away, presumably for security or safety reasons. As a result, the main features of the image were that it was hazy and horizontally stratified. This could be quite a poignant image if there were some clue as to what it tells us about the weapons testing area it depicts. But all I was able to draw from it was a sense of distance and inaccessibility, which didn’t strike me as much of a revelation.

In other cases, potentially interesting material hadn’t been given the space it needed. There were two photographs by a Japanese photographer who had written to strangers asking them to pose in view of a window in their own homes at a prearranged hour. She shot them from outside, so never actually met her subjects. This sounded intriguing, but with only two images, there wasn’t much to go on. More of the series would have been needed to for this project to really make an impact.

Perhaps most of the problems stemmed from the looseness of the theme. If the curators had focused on the invasion of privacy, or voyeurism, or pornography, or surveillance, or reportage, they might have succeeded in creating a stronger narrative for the exhibition, and would have been able to give more space to exhibits that needed it, and hopefully done away with much of the junk. But by stuffing too much together in the one package, it just fell apart. And when you pay £10 for something, you want it to stick together.

The Disaster Continues

July 8th, 2010

In 2007 Naomi Klein published Shock Doctrine: The Rise of Disaster Capitalism, which detailed how, since the 1970s, wars and natural disasters have provided opportunities for the advancement of neo-liberal programmes, whose effect has been a shift in resources and the balance of power in favour of capital.

Klein’s work can be linked with David Harvey’s account of accumulation by dispossession – namely, the theory that profitability has been maintained not by any productive advantages inherent in the capitalist mode of production, but through the expansion of capital itself, its encroachment on areas of activity that were previously less capitalised, often common or public.

With the onset of the financial crisis in 2008, there was some talk of the brakes being applied and a re-evaluation of neo-liberal programmes. But, as Susan Watkins suggests in New Left Review (NLR 63, 2001), is the crisis in the end providing yet another opportunity for the advancement of disaster capitalism?

As Wolfgang Schäuble recently pointed out, each European government can use the crisis to push through capital’s wish list of structural reforms: in Germany, softening up the labour force by cutting unemployment benefits; in Spain and France, stripping out the gains—‘rigidities’—of older employees; in Italy, slashing the Mezzogiorno public sector. The widely proclaimed end of neo-liberalism looks more and more like the continuation of its agenda by other means.

COMMONSense now available in PDF form

June 27th, 2010

COMMONSense, a celebration of the commons produced by Access Space in collaboration with Dougald Hine of the Dark Mountain Project and Anne Marie-Culhane, is now available as a free PDF download. See the release from Access Space in its July 2010 newsletter below:COMMONSense flier

COMMONSense apazine now available as a free pdf.
Our 62 page publication of writing, art and photographs is now available to download.

What is COMMONSense?

It is a magazine created from submissions to a call for pieces which reflect a theme connecting the activities of Access Space to the wider world, “the commons”. We asked for prose (stories, thoughts, book reviews, bibliographies…), poetry, photographs, cartoons, drawings or graphics.

People sent us material relating to green issues, land ownership, social relations, the internet, copyright, software and a whole host of other subjects.

COMMONSense was edited by Dougald Hine, with art direction by Anne-Marie Culhane.

The publication is being made available under a Creative Commons Attribution-Non-Commercial license
(see http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/2.0/uk/)

Dougald Hine of describes it like this:

The theme of the issue is < COMMONSense >. Not so long ago, the only people who talked about “the commons” were historians; today, the language of the commons is central to debates around intellectual property, environmental protection, and resistance to globalisation.

These international debates find their echoes here in South Yorkshire – in the activities of Access Space, recycling waste technology and promoting Open Source software, or in Grow Sheffield’s efforts to build local food networks and seed city centre wasteland. Can talk of “the commons” help us find common ground between these kinds of projects? Does using the same words mean we’ve found a common language – or can it disguise different meanings and intentions.

Download a free pdf copy here:
http://www.access-space.org/arts/index_files/COMMONSense4web.pdf

If you’d like a hardcopy, COMMONSense is avilable from Access Space for £4.00.
Email jake [at] access [hyphen] space [dot] org or ring 0114 249 5522

ISBN: 9780955009143

This publication was made possible by the Arts Council of England, Yorkshire, through its support of the arts programme at Access Space.

My White Van Man Day: An Epic Journey of Delivery

June 4th, 2010

Ever wondered what it would be like to be totally independent, the cowboy of the A-roads, to be able to cram a whole family of gypsies in your rear end?

Well, this week I got the chance. For 24 hours only, I was transformed into White Van Man as I undertook an epic Journey of Delivery from London to Sheffield to Immingham to Norwich to London.

To begin with, I was apprehensive about how I would handle my newfound girth, and worried about the lack of an inside mirror. But, to tell you the truth, she went like a dream, and in no time at all I was cutting up cyclists, pulling Gs off roundabouts, and mowing down pedestrians that didn’t know their right of way. They’ll never know now, bless’em.

What a motor! The competition stood no chance. They were still standing while I was a distant puff on the horizon. The fuel consumption was impressive too. She got through 93 litres of diesel for the whole trip. That’s some appetite.

I floored it down the M40, speeding up to 90 mph whenever I passed a speed camera. They don’t always seem to work at 80, and I wanted to make sure they caught me at my best. Which gave me a brilliant idea—why not link the speed camera network up to Facebook? Every time you get flashed, the photo is immediately posted to your profile, along with date and speed. Somebody could develop an ap. That way, all your friends can see how fast you are, and when you tell them about the time you did 110 going past Watford Gap, you’ll have the evidence to prove it. Genius!

Breakfast was a bacon butty at a roadside caf. Fuelled up on meat, I was raring to go, and put in a star performance, completing the second leg of my journey from Sheffield to Immingham in an hour and a half.

The warehouse was a sight to behold. There were pallets loaded with monster tyres, Typhoo tea, and boxes of salt’n’vinegar crisps piled as high as I can reach. And the forklift truck drivers whizzing about at breakneck speed. You’ve got to admire their skill. These guys can pull a ton and turn on a tuppence. Maybe that’s the life for me, I started to wonder, but was called back to the van, which was blocking operations in the container yard.

Scunthorpe–Grimsby. I’ve one word for it—industrial. Not in a bad way, mind you. The skyline was filled with chimneys and pipes twisting about loop-the-loop like the Fulham water slides. I was awestruck and was brought to several times by the shudder of my wheels straying over the white line.

‘Who needs trees’, I thought, ‘when you’ve got chimneys like that?’. If ever proof was needed that Man has left Nature well and truly stuck in the slow lane, that’s it. I mean, I passed some mincing wind turbines earlier, but they’re just imitation trees, waving their blades about like they think they’re branches blowing in the wind. And they kill birds. Chimneys don’t.

The road down to Spalding and across to Norwich took me through some lovely countryside. It’s mostly single lane, so if you don’t pull a few fast ones you get stuck behind some nutter doing 40. But even so, it’s 50 or 60 mph most of the way. I just rolled down the window and cruised along with some banging choons on the blower.

With only the last stretch of my journey to go, I had 4 hours to get from Norwich to London. I legged it down the M11, but of course there was heavy traffic on the M25 in a clockwise direction and we crawled over the Dartford bridge at a snail’s pace. Then another hold up, which mysteriously vanished the moment we’d passed an accident in the opposite direction. What a knock up! But I don’t get it—why does an incident one side of the barrier cause the traffic to grind to a virtual halt for several miles going the other way? It’s not logical.

By this time I was sweating bucketloads, thinking I wasn’t going to make it back in time for 6pm. I dropped off the boxes—literally, in the driveway—then dashed over to the hire place, making it back with just 4 minutes to go. In the nick of time.

Without my van now, I feel somehow incomplete. It’s back to being an androgynous pedestrian or cissy-boy cyclist. With my white van, I felt like a Man. And it teaches you respect. When you’re towering over other motorists, you know you can push them about, but with that comes responsibility. You realise there’s a pecking order too. It takes skill to handle a load, and while I proved myself with a long wheelbase, you’ve got to hand it to the guys in the lorries. I was just a day tripper; for them, it’s a way of life. They’re the kings of the road.

Review: Afternoon of the Minotaur

May 12th, 2010

Afternoon of the Minotaur, (modern dance with music and video) performed by Madalena at Luxury Goods IV: The Role of Art, The Courtyard Theatre, Hoxton on 30 April 2010.

The review is available at Bellyflop, the online performing arts magazine:

http://www.bellyflopmag.com/review/afternoon-of-the-minotaur/

Three new recordings of Manager poems now available

May 11th, 2010

Listen to ‘Risk Assessment Exercise’, ‘Fired!’, and ‘Follow the Leader’ from my Manager collection on the Spoken Word Antics Sound Archive. If you get asked for a username and password, you’ll find them in a panel on the right-hand side of the Sound Archive page.

Waterboarding, as practised by the Inquisition

May 8th, 2010

I was surprised to learn recently that waterboarding, designated an ‘enhanced interrogation technique’ by the Bush administration, was used by the Spanish and Portuguese Inquisitions. In fact, it was one of their two main forms of torture.

This is what Toby Green says in his book, Inquisition: The Reign of Fear (2007): ‘There were two main instruments of torture – pulleys and water’, but the ‘use of water was more common’.

The prisoner was placed on a potro, a trestle table, with the head lower than the feet, the throat and forehead held fast by a metal strap. The limbs were tied to the potro with ropes which bit into the flesh while others were twisted around them like tourniquets. The mouth was then forced open and water poured down the prisoner’s throat. Unable to breathe because of the water in their throats and with their bellies horribly bloated, their victims gasped for life as the inquisitors patiently admonished them to tell the ‘truth’. (p.71)

Now that sounds to me incredibly like the descriptions I have read of waterboarding, as practised (formerly, we are told) by the CIA.

Not exactly the same, but then there are different methods of waterboarding. The method used by the CIA, for example, is not exactly the same as the method used in the US Navy’s Survival, Evasion, Resistance and Escape (SERE) school in California, or the definition given by the US Department of Justice (http://waterboarding.org/official_procedure).

There are different variations on waterboarding, but in general – including both the Inquisitorial and CIA variants – they share several common characteristics:

  • the victim is placed face-up on a tilted board, with their head at the lower end;
  • water is poured into the victim’s mouth or nose;
  • this creates a sensation of drowning in the victim, whose upper respiratory tract is filled with water, and who could actually asphyxiate if the procedure were carried on long enough.

What struck me was that I’d never noticed any mention of the connection with the Inquisition when following the debate in recent years about CIA waterboarding. You’d have thought this would have been a key point for opponents of waterboarding.

The Inquisition, rather like Nazism and racism, is widely regarded as being beyond the pale in our society, so awareness that waterboarding was a standard torture technique used by the Inquisition could potentially have had a significant impact on public perception. To claim that waterboarding was not a form of torture would be a bit like saying, ‘Spanish Inquisition not so bad after all!’.

I’ve done a bit of Googling, and, in fact, the connection was mentioned, but not a lot. The New York Times pointed out in April 2009 that

top officials [...] did not learn that waterboarding had been prosecuted by the United States in war-crimes trials after World War II and was a well-documented favorite of despotic governments since the Spanish Inquisition; one waterboard used under Pol Pot was even on display at the genocide museum in Cambodia. (http://www.nytimes.com/2009/04/22/us/politics/22detain.html)

However, as John McQuaid argues in The Guardian, much of the US press, including the New York Times, often stood on the fence by using euphemisms like ‘harsh’ or ‘brutal’ interrogation, rather than coming clean with the word ‘torture’ (http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/cifamerica/2009/may/12/torture-new-york-times-washington-post).

Further reference

  • waterboarding.org, an excellent resource on the subject, with first-hand accounts, information on the technique, and arguments about its status as torture.
  • A short sketch of the history of waterboarding from National Public Radio.
  • A Question of Torture: CIA Interrogation from the Cold War to the War on Terror, by Alfred W McCoy (2006), includes an account of the evolution of torture techniques since the Inquisition.

Posted in zqblog by Robin Vaughan-Williams, 28 April 2010.

No. 163 (Morden to Raynes Park)

April 30th, 2010

I spilled a cup of water on my social wor-kaah, but most of it went all over his mana-gaah.

He was going to tell me what happened, but you know what the first thing he says is, ‘well I’m not saying anything till you’ve made me a cup of coffee’.

NOT SAYING ANYTHING TILL YOU’VE MADE ME A CUP OF COFFEE

I couldn’t believe it.

MAKE IT YERSELF THIS IS MY MEETING AND YOU CAN’T ORDER ME ABOUT LIKE A FUCKING SERVANT

Then he sort of smiles and says he was only winding me up, but a coffee would be nice. I say this is my meeting and you’re here to tell me what happened, not sit and drink coffee.

That’s when I spilled a cup of water on my social wor-kaah, but most of it went all over his mana-gaah.

This is what I have heard

April 27th, 2010

I have heard that in Sri Lanka the new president, who just a few months ago was widely criticised for being young and inexperienced, is proving his worth. He has installed his two brothers in the ministries, which some would label as nepotism, but you have to have people you can trust. The war is over. Gone are the charges of genocide. Sri Lanka is now a peaceful nation. And already you can see the change. He is bringing in Chinese money to repair the roads, upgrade the ports, and fix infrastructure that has not been touched in decades. The country is opening up. People from the south are flooding the north. Tourists are coming. They want to see this beautiful land that has been closed for twenty-five years. People are saying it is a good thing. This is what I have heard.

Sphinx poetry reviews

April 11th, 2010

Four new reviews of recent poetry pamphlets in Sphinx 12:

  • Peter Sansom, The Night Is Young (Rialto, 2009)
  • Andrew McMillan, Every Salt Advance (Red Squirrel Press, 2009)
  • Lyn Moir, Easterly Force 10 (Calder Wood Press, 2009)
  • Michael Davenport, Tell Me about Them (Tyne and Esk Writers, 2009)

Sphinx reviews focus on poetry pamphlets (also known as chapbooks), and has hit upon the brilliant idea of commissioning three reviews for every pamphlet featured, so you get two other perspectives on each of these books alongside my own. There are also plenty of other reviews to browse.