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STUPID UNDERGROUNDS - MANN
Sur la Plage - Page 52
itself uncritically in the theory) that everything new is
old and that, at bottom, reality itself is just a flimsy
patchwork of recycled images. Plagiarism is an attack on
art, but less on either its form or content than on its
political economy, on the medium in which it circulates.
Plagiarism challenges the reduction of art to exchange:
since only differences can be exchanged--since, as Marx
indicated, one cannot maintain an economy by exchanges of
linen for linen ("A is not an expression of value")
--plagiarism proposes to undermine economic and "hence"
cultural value as such. And in any case, only wimps use
quotation marks (Richard Hell).
On the cover of one of her books, Kathy Acker's
picture is accompanied by the following advertisement:
"This writing is all fake (copied from other writing) so
you should go away and not read any of it": a transparent
dare, a patent lure, one designed precisely to entice the
stupid reader; and yet she also insists, inside the book,
that nothing is simply copied, simply stolen, everything
is changed, reprocessed, creatively "detourned" (Lecter).
The plagiarist as Robin Hood: one cannot just steal and
redistribute cultural wealth anonymously, in some sense
one's own cultural and political "agency" must be
reasserted as Thief, or at least as critic, even as one
tries by this theft to expose the very notion of the
creative subject, even as one incriminates the originals
as thefts. So Sherrie Levine's reproductions of Edward
Weston nudes famously undermine Weston's own purported
originality: his photographs are seen to have quoted,
without quotation marks--no wimp, he--a range of
classical sculptural forms; and at the same time Levine
establishes her own reputation as what functions in the
contemporary art market as an original, commanding,
critical presence. Perhaps then we must be careful in
attributing too subversive a role to the plagiarist:
perhaps authorship now begins to extend its privileges
through the very critique of its operations; perhaps the
familiar nimbus of individual agency now enshrouds the
various bricoleurs who claim prominence in the name of
subverting all forms of individual creative identity. But
even so, even if plagiarism cannot free itself from the
economic apparatus it claims to attack, even if it is
only an alibi for the stupid resurgence of an even
shallower notion of authorship, neither can it be
altogether reduced to a position and an identity. Rather,
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