Practicing Etiquette, Issue II.I
Robert Hayes Kee,
Department of Polite Aesthetic Praxis
I
am delighted to write to you once again, dear readers. This marks the
anniversary of our regular foregatherings in these pages, and I could
not be in greater elysium
on this occasion. Anniversaries are often times to mark achievements
and to reflect, but I do not wish to look back through a prism of
sentiment at our time together. I wish merely to thank you for your
continued lucubration
to matters of etiquette and to the editorial staff who have continued
to tolerate my liberal attitudes to the passage of time in and
through deadlines.
This time of
year is one that is marked by the regularity of routine, a pressure I
feel mostly acutely here today at my desk in the back of the library.
The midway point of the spring semester will always create this
feeling in all at the university, I suppose. But it has also been a
time of reintroduction, of reemergence. I have found myself unwedging
improvised bookmarks from the spines of dearly loved but long-shelved
volumes and seeing old friends from across the room in the galleries
of the city. I have turned these chance encounters into opportunities
to once again luxuriate in the feast of reason and flow of soul with
my old companions. You too should allow for the emergence of the new
from familiar ground. The discarded seeds of previous seasons may
have grown into a beautiful garden in your absence. Much of etiquette
is wisely balancing our commitments to maximize our time for esthetic
praxes, but now is an excellent time to break from our habits and
bring new eyes to our old vicinages.
Robert
Hayes Kee
2.27
Atlanta,
GA
I have recently
learned that a stipend that I applied for has gone to an esthetic
practitioner of greater renown than myself. It seems highly unlikely
to me that this figure is in need of this support, nor do does the
work need greater exposure. Quite the contrary, this work is
atrocious sentiment worthy of the finest suppression. Do I owe this
figure any semblance of feigned interest in their work when I am in
the unfortunate presence of this interlocutor? Am I allowed to
express my disdain for the choice of this funding organization and
their taste for empty, digestible sentiment?
Perhaps the saddest
fact of capitalism is the smattered competition for funds dedicated
to esthetic praxes in stipends. It shows our polity’s
disinterest in developed and serious praxes to let the whims of the
bourgeois govern funds’ disbursement. I personally believe that
funding for praxes should be distributed on the degree of seriousness
with which the practitioner responds to the crises of metaphysics,
but this view has few adherents.
Some say that
administration is required of artists as a ‘professional
development,’ and that the transformation of the artist into
the artist-administrator is a move of liberation, one that frees us
to move in the exchange flows of capitalism. That we can be swept
away with scores of Beethoven, sacks of potatoes or any other
commodity. These worst humans are philistines of the highest order
and the most qualified for cranial severation when my time as a
renewed Robespierre comes to pass.
Given this wholly
indecent arrangement, anger is a quite natural emotion. I too have
recently applied for substantial funding for an action, and, knowing
some competing proposals, I could be in a similar situation with
startling alacrity. Rarely are emotions themselves rude. Training
oneself to act as one without pettiness is not desirable or
achievable. Do not seek to make yourself a temple to higher thoughts,
free of vanity. We cannot crush the ego or metaphysics. We must,
however, project these desires forward in the most constructive way
possible.
Given that our
ignoble interlocutors produce broad and digestible sentiment, we must
seek to make that work less so. It is unfortunately too late to alter
the proposal to be of greater interest (or horrendous disinterest),
so we must seek to alter the final product. The actions of such a
plan must of course be specific to the object
d’art
one wishes to improve. Slashing a painting, pouring blood on a work
or striking a piece with a hammer have all been done recently, so a
higher imagination is called for. I would suggest a literal approach
to the raising of ambitions of the piece. Attach a sufficient
quantity of balloons to your rival’s work so that it floats out
of its original context into a new one. Its journey into the sky will
vastly improve its potability as a work, and the inevitable crash
landing will rearrange it in a way that is bound to be more
interesting.
A former paramour
has recently reemerged as an occasional interlocutor, and recently
these occasions have grown more frequent. I wish to increase this
frequency and to develop our dormant mutuality.
However, I am unaware of what my interlocutor’s desires are,
and I am at a loss for how to enquire about them without shattering
the fragile cordiality between us. How may I politely proceed into
this unknown yet familiar terrain?
Should
one simply follow the caricature of etiquette or glance through a
volume of Emily Post, one would see etiquette as a series of
practices for showing deference in known social interactions. This
information is not entirely without value, but it is not a viable
praxis, and that is the state of a strong human and esthetic
endeavor.
To
develop a praxis of etiquette, one must move past a simple dialectic
of new situations and old forms to a genuinely esthetic arrangement
of living. Esthetic praxis requires a willingness to fail, and
indeed, the expectation of it. If one is not willing to throw the
dice again and again and one cannot do so with an iron plan. ‘The
heaven contingency, the heaven exuberance.’ We cannot be
encumbered by purpose and pursue our desires. We dance on the feet of
chance, dear reader, and one cannot seduce with leaden feet, no
matter which way we wish to see them in the air.
We must fail, and we
must forget. There is no present
without forgetfulness. We cannot look forward and backwards at the
same time. You and your interlocutor must choose which way to face,
and it will be most enjoyable for you two to face each other. A
couple is much happier having two backs than two faces.
I have recently
been threatened by an interlocutor after a minor disagreement. I am
disconcerted by this breech of decorum, and I wish to see this human
expelled from our common society. I am not interested in considering
my interlocutor’s rationalizations for this action. Do I owe
this human some due consideration? Can I simply remove them from my
affairs without rudeness?
I
appreciate your concern for finding some balance of truth, reader. A
broad value for careful action and an appreciation of ambiguity are
the hallmarks of a considerate and intelligent human. It can be a
striking oddness when one realizes that one is in a situation where
the matter is totally unambiguous and one party is wholly wrong. I
distrust this impulse myself, but it is sometimes the case.
Threats
of physical violence cannot be tolerated from any interlocutor,
regardless of context. We as humans cannot carry on without the
integrity of our physical bodies, and one so impolite to threaten
violence, even as a rhetorical tactic, cannot be trusted in any
matter. Etiquette is a boon to human communication and
collaborations, and violations of it inhibit this progress.
Your
interlocutor has stricken themselves from the registry of decent
humans. I advise barring them from darkening the doors of any room
you may inhabit. It is not enough to separate yourself from this
distasteful human; you should warn others also. Both tasks will be
most effectively accomplished by chaining an impediment to the
offender’s appendage. One should also take the effort to
inscribe the crimes of the offender into the ball (or also the chain
if one is a skilled etcher), describing the offense with great
detail, repeating as necessary to cover the surface. Bear in mind the
example set by die
Egge auf Der Strafkolonie.
We seek to not match bodily retribution, but to displace it as a sign
of our civility and benevolence.
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