ART AND THE LABOUR MOVEMENT:
A MARRIAGE MADE IN MATERIALIST DETERMINISM
by
Richard Russell.
Once the culture of the labour movement is given full sail, the labour movement itself can start to improve its conditions. The days of passive consumption of pre-ordained commodities are seriously threatened. Social identity, aspects of alienation, improvement of civil rights develop as intrinsic parts of cultural discourse. Pick up thy word processor and walk. The economic structures aren't yet defined, but cyberspace is infinite. The early settlers are making rapid progress while the corporate dinosaurs must adapt or become extinct.
The happy-ever-after scenario is a working-class renaissance where hitherto isolated artists are given new exposure in a medium where they are on equal terms with the biggest global capitalism can offer. In turn, an increasingly sophisticated public takes a new interest in both traditional and expermental forms: acoustic music, fine painting, modern sculpture. The hamburger culture of the pretty young man releasing 'Unchained Melody' yet again gets marginalised and largely ignored.







Utopian? Moi !? One of the reasons we live in a tatty old country is that our predecessors didn't think grand enough or aim high enough with regards to this, their future. One of the reasons the young daub their monikers everywhere is because prefabricated concrete and Victorian railways need brightening up. More art on the streets ! Some of it might get trashed, but; if you really did leave a piano in every plastic-lit shopping centre you'd be amazed how many people would start playing Liszt. Captialism compartmentalised art in respect of the labour movement a long time ago. In exchange for our slavery we were allowed a few hours leisure time. This allowed us to indulge in diversions, usually unthreatening artefacts mass-produced by our brother workers. Huge numbers in today's working class know full well the difference between a chocolate-box Millais and a luscious Monet; between Johann or Richard Strauss; between 'Summer Holiday' and 'Holiday in the Sun'. Every day, someone in the working class toils away on a great work of art. Most of this stuff never sees the light of day because global mass-production hasn't finished selling Constable yet.The artist is given the choice: spend the majority of your precious time on shameless self-promotion to give yourself a slither of a chance of financial reimbursement; or just ignore the world and leave the stuff in the loft for your grandkids. Dali did the former and it paid off. JS Bach did the latter and that paid off as well.
Once upon a time pseudo-intellectuals would discuss the working class as some pitiful lumpen heap in need of guidance and enlightenment. We were spoon-fed Tchaikovsky; had Shakespeare served up to us like it was castor oil. The working class is already enlightened, and will continue to educate itself as it always has. The tools are getting better and more widely available. The working class we have is the biggest, most courageous, most talented creative force imaginable.
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