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Friday, 13 April 2018
THE LENS OF LUCID FRENZY FINDS YET MORE GRAFFITI BY BRIGHTON STATION...
...though, as said last time, this may be the last load for this location. (However, more graffiti pics from other parts of Brighton to come.) As ever, full set over on 500px....
“Numerous critics have attempted to frame the work of Barely Alive Clive in terms of semiotic discourse (the shape of the letter forms and so on), thereby making it assimilatable into the dominant paradigm. Whereas in actuality it articulates the status of the precariat under neoliberalism. Clive is ‘Barely Alive’, yet paradoxically he must advertise himself and his status over every available surface in the urban landscape, a Sisyphean task. It’s simultaneously an articulation and a critique of the way the workers must make themselves brands in the modern labour market. Once a tradesman would write his name, and possibly members of his family, once, on his shopfront – neatly, carefully, built to last. Whereas in the landscape of abstract labour Clive’s barely alive status must be everywhere. Of course bourgeois commentators shrink from the radicalism of this statement…”
A few more thousand words, some incomprehensible quotes from Tony Negri and I’m away…
When are you going to start doing the rubbish tags ("ken", "barely alive clive"
ReplyDeleteI am working on a class struggle analysis of them as we speak!
Delete“Numerous critics have attempted to frame the work of Barely Alive Clive in terms of semiotic discourse (the shape of the letter forms and so on), thereby making it assimilatable into the dominant paradigm. Whereas in actuality it articulates the status of the precariat under neoliberalism. Clive is ‘Barely Alive’, yet paradoxically he must advertise himself and his status over every available surface in the urban landscape, a Sisyphean task. It’s simultaneously an articulation and a critique of the way the workers must make themselves brands in the modern labour market. Once a tradesman would write his name, and possibly members of his family, once, on his shopfront – neatly, carefully, built to last. Whereas in the landscape of abstract labour Clive’s barely alive status must be everywhere. Of course bourgeois commentators shrink from the radicalism of this statement…”
ReplyDeleteA few more thousand words, some incomprehensible quotes from Tony Negri and I’m away…