Art, Science, West and Rest

The American Enterprise Institute for Public Policy Research has posted an article called Measuring Achievement: The West and the Rest by one David Murray.

The article is supposed to be an explanation of why, when Murray inventories “Great Achievements” in science and art, the West after 1500 came out profoundly ahead of the rest of the world. A snippet:

Eurocentrism has in recent years joined racism and sexism as one of the postmodern mortal sins. The Left’s fight against Eurocentrism explains why students in elementary school are likely to know more about Mayan culture than French culture, and why liberal arts students at elite universities can graduate without taking a course that discusses the Renaissance. The assumption that Eurocentrism is a real problem accounts for the reluctance of many to celebrate Western culture-or even defend it.

Part of the Eurocentric critique is based on an open hostility to Western culture. Other cultures, it is claimed, were more in tune with the earth, fostered more nurturing personal relationships, or were more cooperative than the despoiling, competitive Europeans. These are not positions to be refuted by logic and evidence-the West’s arbitrary allegiance to “logic” and “evidence” is one of its supposed evils. Another rationale for increasing attention to non-Western cultures is simple historical accuracy and balance. This is the “Eurocentric hypothesis,” which might be put as follows: When Westerners set out to survey history, they conveniently find that most of it was made by people like themselves. Sometimes this parochialism is fostered by a prescribed canon of fine art, music, and literature that marginalizes non-Western traditions. Other times it is a function of ignorance, which leads Western historians to slight the scientific and technological achievements of other parts of the world. In either case, the result is a skewed vision that does not reflect real European preeminence, but rather Eurocentric bias.

This argument is plausible. It is easy to mock today’s New Age deference to the Mayans, but the great civilizations of East Asia, South Asia, and the Arab world left splendid legacies in the arts and sciences. The West may have been pivotally important, but has it been too much at center stage?

According to Murray, no. But the problem with Murray’s argument is that, almost unknowingly, he asks the question of where human achievement has happened, without a lot of questioning about what constitutes “achievement”. He is not completely unaware of this, of course. Witness his claim that a “fine Japanese rock garden or ceremonial tea bowl expresses an aesthetic sensibility as subtle as humans have ever known.”

If we look at the definitions of the words “science” and “art”, I find it difficult to forget the fact that these categories are far from natural categories. In fact, it is unsurprising that most of the “achievements” Murray registers in these categories occurred in Europe after 1500, for after all, it was in this time that “art” and “science” were institutionalized as concepts. Why were there no writers in the stone age? Not because there were no linguistic geniuses… certainly there must have been some people utterly gifted with language in that time. But there was no writing. There was not an infrastructure that encouraged people to write, nor was there the cultural sanctioning of that kind of activity. Inscription did occur in that era, in the form of cave-paintings, but we do not consider the people who created those paintings as “artists” but rather as “religious” individuals. Similarly, we do not count as “great artworks” the dust-pictures made by Native Americans or Buddhist monks which are designed to themselves demonstrate the same transience that characterizes life itself. The aesthetics transcends in some way hard-and-fast paintings for an audience of generations, and yet there is no way to capture, preserve, or deliver this in a way that qualifies it as “art”. As soon as it is captured, its aesthetics are destroyed and it loses the essence of what makes it profound.

Similarly, the development of meditation in South and East Asia is something that qualifies neither as an art nor a science, but which is nonetheless the profound development of human experience, human understanding, and human capability.

The fact of the matter is, art as we know it is absolutely about what from the past can be captured and put on display, as ethnologist James Clifford once observed in the essay ‘On Collecting Art and Culture’ in his book The Predicament of Culture: Twentieth-Century Ethnography, Literature, and Art (1988: Harvard University Press, Cambridge, MA). One does not find the tea ceremony in museums, because it simply cannot exist there. So many facets of non-Western cultures, and sites of aesthetic production, seem not to have been created for preservation, while Western post-Renaissance artists very self-consciously sought to make their art survive.

Further, Murray’s claiming individuals as having a single background seems to me conspicuous. Christianity, the great religion of the West, was based on an Oriental book which remains one of the central texts in Western literature. I have read that Plato had conversations with Hindu Brahmins who visited Greece and that his idea of the cave was likely influenced by their notions of Maya. Does the restatement of a religious notion in a non-religious and therefore “more philosophical” vein count as a new production? Influence and the lines of influence flowed in many directions. Debussy was influenced by gamelan music and by black jazz from America. Stravinsky drew upon Russian peasant songs in some of his greatest works. The discreteness even of an individual artist is something I’m not sure I can quite buy into.

Which is to say, I suppose, simply that I find this whole notion problematic in the sense of, well… as I learned from my friend Marvin, “So what?” The West developed a kind of valuation on premanence aesthetic experience-building, and in attribution of scientific discovery. No wonder its artists and scientists could aspire to find a place in the roll call, and design their work in order to do so. Those living in a place without such a roll call seem to me unlikely to see a place in it.

Of course, the fact that the existence of a roll call might spur artists and scientists is another matter… and that, these days, seems to be at work everywhere. But that may be a different discussion altogether.

Today…

  • I forgot my wallet on my yo (my sleeping blanket) on the floor of my room, because I was running late and in a hurry. So I caught a cab to school but ended up realizing I’d forgotten my wallet just in time to stop the cab and pay the guy everything but about ten cents’ worth of the fare in coins.
  • One of my students, a purple-haired, long-fingernailed, oddball, declared, “I am UNDEAD!” in class. In English. During a semi-appropriate section of a speaking exercise. It was amusing. (He’s my favorite student in the class, just because I think he’s the first example of Goth I’ve seen in Korea, and because he’s a good-natured kid. Another day he declared, “My friend is vampire! I want blood!” and earned himself the English nickname “Mosquito”.)
  • I discovered a student was much improved because he has been studying English like a madman. He’s the only physical education major among a gang of girls studying law and music, and he’s had a hard time of it. But he’s doing better now. If only he could come to class on time, regardless of the fact that his circle-(club-) friends are drinking coffee out in front of the building…
  • I think I’m going to start swimming… probably this evening. It’s about time. I’m feeling happy that an internet friend was telling me I am a very handsome man with beautiful eyes… but she complained about my gut. It’s a small reminder of my own goal to lose a little weight…
  • I had to borrow 1000 won to get home because of my forgotten wallet. Nick kindly loaned me the money…
  • I discovered some kind of problem with perl on my server, which is making rebuilds crash on my web page. Which is not nice. I hope to have that sorted out by tomorrow. So until then I think the comments count for posts on my main index will be off, even though new posts show up. Maybe it’s time I just change my page to have a conditional indicating no comments or some comments… hm.

And it’s not even noon yet!

On Governor Ahnuld

Over at the Infinite Matrix, Eileen Gunn’s editorial #36 has some comments from various SF writers about the election of the ludicrous Governor of California. Mr. Schwartzenegger is still shocking me, and it’s been a few days. I think I mostly agree with Ursula K. LeGuin, though I lament the coming collapse a little less than she does; I don’t understand Womack’s comment… but Terry Bisson and Pat Cadigan are right on the money. Maybe I should read their stuff, huh?

Thanks to Melissa of Use Your Words for the link, even if she got it at Bookslut

Hepatitis, Twenty Kilos, and the Old Guys in the Diner

Today I ended up spending more time than I intended at the hospital. The doctor told me that other than a little hypertension, my only problem is a need to lose a little more weight… she said, and I am not joking, twenty kilograms. Aside from the fact that this is ABSOLUTELY INSANE, she seemed quite nice and helpful… I’m just glad my Korean is good enough to understand about 85% of what she was saying.

Anyway, the other bit of news was that I needed to get Hepatitis-B immunizations, so I started that today. After I got my first shot of three, I headed out of the hospital and decided it was too late for me to cook my own lunch. So I decided to have a kimchi chigae, a kind of spicy fermented cabbage stew, at a local diner.
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Busy Weekend…

Well, this was an excessively busy weekend.

On Friday night I hurried up to Seoul… My saxophone was being repaired at a shop in the famous music market there, called Nagwon Sanga, and I’d been too busy (or sick, depending on when we’re talking about) to go pick it up. I needed to get my saxophone so that I’d have it on hand for the K-Rock festival (sorry, can’t find a link for it!) audition that Dabang was playing on Saturday.

It turned out, as I heard via a phone call on the bus, that the K-Rock audition wasn’t in the evening, as I’d supposed, but in the afternoon. That cut my trip to Seoul short by a few hours, so I hurriedly rearranged my plans with my Seoulite friend Sun Hwa, and we met at the Express Bus Terminal. Sun Hwa and I usually meet for coffee when I go to Seoul and I’m often amazed at what a good friend she has become, after a short time and mostly email back and forth. Sometimes you meet people and it seems to you as if you were supposed to meet them… I don’t literally believe in that sort of thing, but I feel that way with some of my friends. Sun Hwa’s one of them. We had a long talk over coffee, and I luckily checked my phone’s clock in time to notice it was basically time for me to go to Jeonju! Sun Hwa saw me off, and the next thing I knew, I was on a bus heading south again, to this place that doesn’t yet feel like home.

I almost forgot: at the bus station, an older man ran up to the counter where I was buying my ticket, and pushed me… not hard enough to be violent, but certainly hard enough to be rude… and then he started insisting his ticket be changed before the lady finished selling me my ticket! So I started yelling at him. Now, this is not my usual behaviour, but lately my fuse has been a little short with people who are needlessly being inconsiderate. The older man, for no reason other than his own self-importance and perhaps a bit of a rush, decided he was going to jump ahead of me in line, and make me and all the people behind me wait.

Well, I wasn’t going to stand for that. So I started yelling at him in rather rude language. Now, my thinking is this: the man is used to having his way, having people tolerate his selfish behaviour, simply because the right of older males is secured by Confucian thought. But, there is an implicit reciprocal responsibility which many older males of the kind I was yelling at simply disregard. It’s a case of the older-male’s-burden, except they manage to enjoy the benefits of primacy but not much of the costs. This, of course, is absolutely ridiculous, as much of a betrayal of Confucian thought (as I understand it) as absolutely abandoning it altogether. And so, I am quite willing to abandon it altogether. With older males who exhibit dignity, compassion, openness, wisdom, and so on, I am quite happy to generally defer to them socially; but with an older male who acts like an animal, I am quite willing to act like a barbarian.

And so I began hollering at the man: “Yaa! Yaa! Wae geurae?” (“Hey! Hey you! Why are you acting like that!”… well, but imagine Hey you! being much more offensive, something one says to peers when angry, or to little children but never to elders…). The man didn’t seem to realize I was yelling at him for a few moments… a younger person addressing him this way didn’t seem to even make a blip on the radar. After that, I yelled at him a rhetorical question, “Can’t you wait?” The man responded that he wasn’t buying a new ticket, he was changing a ticket, and it’s indicative of how angry I was that I cannot remember if he said this in Korean or in decipherable Konglish.

I felt badly for Sun Hwa, who was standing beside me, because as a younger Korean woman, this kind of scene is probably somewhat embarrassing for her. She looked at me and asked me to calm down, and I did after a few moments and a repetition of my question. And what the ticket attendant said next made me furious again… he asked something along the lines of, “Could you please wait sir, he’s a foreigner, you know?” I wanted to holler, “No, it’s not about me being a foreigner, it’s about him behaving like an animal and goddammit, there are other people behind me in this line who are special, this man is not special and he should wait like anyone else, can’t you see that? How can you ever expect democracy to function with all this ludicrous patriarchy floating around?” But of course nobody would understand it except Sun Hwa, and I’m certain she already basically knew what I was thinking… so then I shut up, bought the ticket, gave the man a nasty look, and walked away.

Anyway, a few hours later the nasty old man was nowhere to be seen, and with Stereolab looping in my ears I was in a bus plummeting back to Jeonju. I stopped by my apartment to get my sax mic, and then hurried to Led Zeppelin where we played the song Late Afternoon Grass for our audition. It went okay, though as usual the sax levels were screwed and someone who didn’t know what he was doing was working the sound board.

Anyway, after that I went with an Iksan friend of mine, Jon, and a friend of his, to the Deep-In, Jeonju’s “foreigner bar.” We had nowhere else interesting to go, but when we arrived the staff was cleaning up from the night before. Anyway, a few long talks, especially a very good one with a guy I work with, Shawn De Long, brought me to being the last customer out of the place when he and I split a cab home. That was at 5:00 am.

The next day, at about 12:00pm, I rose to go to Iksan. I met with Young Ja, had lunch, and talked. Then we met up with Mi Seok and had a coffee. It was the first time Young Ja and Mi Seok met and the funniest thing was they both expected someone rather different from the person they met. But it was a pleasant coffee. After that, Young Ja took off for Jeonju and Mi Seok and I saw a fascinating movie that I’m sure I’ll have more to say about this week, Scandal (which is a Korean version of Dangerous Liasons… or, the superior Valmont… set in what seems to be very late in the late Joseon Dynasty). After that, we found a dungeon-sized rest-hof and had some beer and fruit and just talked for a few hours.

After that, I came back to Jeonju; I got to my house around 11:00pm, and basically collapsed. That, my friends, was a full weekend. Whew.