I’ve recently read Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky. I didn’t enjoy it but it’s vivid as an existentialist novel of ideas. Raskolnikov is everyman. His plight is ours within insufferable societies. His actions are an attempt to deal with it. The Left supposedly question society tracing back to Marx and Engels and their analysis of labour and capital. I’ve found they do the opposite. They not only don’t challenge the system, they collude with it. They want class war because their identity derives from it. It’s extraordinary and repulsive seeing a Lefty accumulate mob power and money to benefit their own life, not much differently from those they castigate. The Lefty project culminates in the repressive and murderous conditions of Stalinism, the privations and corruptions of Soviet Russia and similar. Dostoevsky expressed in fiction that which he couldn’t say otherwise much as you are still, in some countries, killed if you criticise or leave their religion: a theological mafia claiming to protect you from death if you join their club. There is no Heaven, no seventy two virgins, and there will be no Revolution. China isn’t exactly enlightened either. The Left imposes a form of exploitation different to capitalism, but the fact of exploitation remains. I am not a number says Patrick McGoohan in The Prisoner. Yes you are if you live in Kafkaesque Lefty conditions serving the state, with an invisible Party elite which benefits. There’s a French idea called perruque. The literal meaning of the word is confusingly unrelated. The concept means a personal space or private domain we necessarily establish in the work place. This is partly my interpretation which I expand in psychological and symbolic terms. Perruque might be family photographs on your desk or a subversive chat about corruption. It’s a place for individuality within industrialised conditions. I find perruque in literature and mountains. In both places, and books are a kind of place, you have the feeling of freedom. There are micro parts of the Pyrenees where, with a photograph, I connect again with that feeling. This is one such place.

 

Pyrenees Photography: Respomuso Mountains

Tuesday October 28, 2014