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Sebastian Althoff, Elisa Linseisen, Maja-Lisa Müller, Franziska Winter
RE / DISSOLVING MIMESIS
medien und mimesis
Herausgegeben von
Friedrich Balke und Bernhard Siegert
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Jane Bennet, Michael Taussig und Uwe Wirth
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Eine Schriftenreihe der Forschergruppe »Medien und Mimesis«
Umschlagabbildung:
Shumon Basar, Duan, 2017. Paper collage. Courtesy of the author.
Internet: www.fink.de
ISSN 2629-706X
ISBN 978-3-7705-6495-8 (paperback)
ISBN 978-3-8467-6495-4 (e-book)
TABLE OF CONTENT
Preface
Shumon Basar 11
LOL History
Shumon Basar 31
ACT I
ACT II : SCENE I
ACT II : SCENE II
Soft Dissection
Rebecca Puchta 127
6 Table o f C o ntent
ACT II : SCENE IV –V
ACT II : SCENE VI
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Re/Dis-Solved Selves:
(Re)Searching Selfies, (Inter)Facing the Face
Julia Eckel 261
Notes on Contributors 291
SIGLE
List of Illustrations
Figure 1 Shumon Basar, Duan, 2017. Courtesy of the author.
Figure 2 Shumon Basar, Duan, 2017. Paper collage. Courtesy of the
author.
EDITORIAL: RE / DISSOLVING MIMESIS
Sebastian Althoff, Elisa Linseisen, Maja-Lisa Müller, Franziska Winter
Mimesis
As these questions intend to uncover a truth ‘behind the im-
age,’ they follow the classical logic of mimesis. This philosophical
concept — first of all in the context of art — describes the imita-
tive relationship between representation and a supposed reali-
ty. Mimesis locates an artistic intent to portrait reality as it is or
to copy it as close as possible. Ever since Plato, this purpose has
been anchored in a normative ‘rating system,’ an imitation ra-
tio to differentiate what can be described as the ‘original,’ ‘ideal,’
‘good’ or ‘right’ image in contrast to the copy or false pretender.1
In this respect it reproduces and stabilizes familiar hierarchies,
embracing the original and disregarding the copy, differentiat-
ing between the real object or idea and its less-than-real image
1 Cf. Plato, The Republic of Plato, translated, with notes and an interpre-
tive essay by Allan Bloom. New York: Basic Books, 1968, Book X, 598b.
16 A lth o ff , L i nse i sen , M ü ller , W i nter
2 This need is for example evident in the interest of the press in Doan’s
Facebook account where one finds an image of her, wearing the same
shirt as during the assassination. In some press articles the two images
are placed next to each other, immediately triggering the search for sim-
ilarities between the CCTV Doan, alleged assassin, and the self-exposing
portrait of a young woman on Facebook.
3 Cf. Simon Rothöhler, Das verteilte Bild. Stream — Archiv — Ambiente.
Paderborn: Wilhelm Fink, 2018.
R e / D i ss o lv i n g M i mes i s 17
4 This is used to claim originality for an artistic work and harshly dis-
credit any form of imitation.
5 Cf. Walter Benjamin, The Work of Art in the Age of its Technological Re-
producibility, and other Writings on Media, translated by Edmund Jeph-
cott/Rodney Livingstone/Howard Eiland. Cambridge, MA : Belknap Press
of Harvard University Press, 2008.
6 Siegfried Kracauer, Theory of Film: The Redemption of Physical Reality.
New York: Oxford University Press, 1960.
18 A lth o ff , L i nse i sen , M ü ller , W i nter
7 Hito Steyerl, “Proxy Politics: Signal and Noise,” in: e-flux journal 60 no. 1
(2014), https://www.e-flux.com/journal/60/61045/proxy-politics-signal-
and-noise/, date of access: 22 Sept. 2019.
8 Ibid.
9 Cf. Jean Baudrillard, Agonie des Realen. Berlin: Merve, 1978.
20 A lth o ff , L i nse i sen , M ü ller , W i nter
Re / Dissolving
The CCTV image of Doan shows that the question concerning
its representation comes to a dead end. While it is more impor-
tant than ever to question the mimetic status of imagery, the
search for the one and only original or false pretender becomes
a Sisyphean task, an unsolvable quest that is doomed to fail in
the face of ‘too much’ (image) reality. Steyerl calls it a “too much
world.” 10 Maja-Lisa Müller takes up this concept, showing how
the handling of images has become an epistemological necessity
and that there is a need to rethink the concept of mimesis under
post-digital circumstances. This anthology attempts to do just
that, using Doan’s image and Basar’s article as an impetus. This
approach pleads for mimetic structures that, in digital environ-
ments, describe imitative phenomena not as inferior images, as
copies lacking the value of the original. Rather, mimesis more
than ever becomes dynamic, putting differentiating and truth-
claiming hierarchies in motion: mimesis resolves and dissolves.
Re- and dissolving describes, for instance, the method applied
by Basar to the image of Doan. His response to the image may
10 Hito Steyerl, “Too Much World: Is the Internet Dead?,” in: e-flux 49,
no. 1 (2013), https://www.e-flux.com/journal/49/60004/too-much-world-
is-the-internet-dead/, date of access: 22 Sept. 2019.
R e / D i ss o lv i n g M i mes i s 21
Reenactment
Acknowledging the participation in Basar’s re-and dissolving
process, one can understand this anthology also as a reenact-
ment of Basar’s search within his object, evoking once more the
concept of mimesis and the acceleration of relations that appear
once one appreciates this concept’s instability. Not satisfied with
simply being a copycat of Basar, this volume aims to be a reen-
18 Cf. Rothöhler (2018), Das verteilte Bild, pp. 130 and 174.
19 Ibid., p. 174.
R e / D i ss o lv i n g M i mes i s 25
20 Maria Muhle, “Omer Fast ‘5,000 Feet is the Best.’ Reenactment zwis-
chen dokumentarischem und ästhetischem Regime,” in: Friedrich Balke/
26 A lth o ff , L i nse i sen , M ü ller , W i nter
ence between thought and sense and — one could add — between
theory and object, because both affect each other reciprocally, a
sensuality which thinks in itself.21 Mimesis once again, far from
reaching its limit, lurks in the corner to question the distinction
between original and copy, between an investigation and its object.
22 LOL , p. 36.
28 A lth o ff , L i nse i sen , M ü ller , W i nter
***
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[N E X T: LOL History ]
Figure 3
Figure 4
Figure 5
Figure 6
LOL HISTORY
Shumon Basar
Act I 1
Kim Jong-nam, the eldest son of former North Korean leader
Kim Jong-il, was killed in an attack at Malaysia’s low-cost carrier
airport, klia2, at around 9:00 a. m. on February 13, 2017. He was
scheduled to take a flight to Macau later that morning. Two wom-
en, Vietnamese Doan Thi Huong (twenty-eight) and Indonesian
Siti Aisyah (twenty-five), were allegedly asked to wipe baby oil on
Kim’s face, and were paid $90 for this reality-T V prank. However,
twenty minutes after the attack — which was caught on airport se-
curity CCTV — Kim was dead. The autopsy identified the “baby
oil” as the deadly nerve agent VX . Several North Korean male
suspects, said to have been watching when the attack was carried
out, all fled the country on the same day.
1 The article was first published in e-flux journal 83 (June 2017) and re-
printed here with permission of the author.
36 B asar
Act II
Scene I
Soon after the murder, an image was publically released.
A ready-made.
Scene II
I was compelled to print it out. I zoomed into specific parts — her
face, her hands, the bag she’s clutching, the dark corona of her
eyes, that flat, flat fringe — and printed these out too (figure 3).
I used Photoshop and Mac’s Preview to enlarge the image, each
L O L H i st o r y 37
Scene III
A man’s fetish of zooming into photographs appears in the film
Blow-Up (1966), directed by Michelangelo Antonioni, based on
a short story by Julio Cortázar (figure 4). The more photogra-
pher Thomas ‘blows up’ a single frame to locate a murder, the
less sure he is that the camera did, in fact, witness a murder. The
camera’s claim to truth, in that perplexingly Heisenbergian sense,
is made all the more uncertain when human faith invests in it.
Scene IV
Other postproduction tropes are contained in Doan Thi Huong’s
digital portrait: Andy Warhol’s reportage car crashes and electric
chairs. Or Robert Rauschenberg’s pilfering of newspaper photos
into aestheticized pin-ups. Or David Hockney’s Polaroid mosaics
from the early 1980s, which lenses Cubism via cheap consumer
camera format.
D0an Thi Huong’s body floats in the darkness of her image, equal-
ly glowing, and also dissolving, like smeared data. That auratic
glow may simply be what happens when sophisticated technol-
ogy colludes with its own technical limits. But it’s also the glow
found in some of Gerhard Richter’s best-known paintings of
women. The inferred illumination of technology’s soul. The sub-
stance Roland Barthes mourned in his elegy to his dead mother,
Camera Lucida (1980).
The impasto paste around Doan Thi Huong also invokes the
charged zones encircling Willem de Kooning’s Women: vorti-
ces of matter, history, horror. Except in Doan’s case, the horror
is emblazoned in the letters ‘L,’ ‘O,’ and ‘L.’ This way, her image
carries its own punch line, which seems so mordantly — or is it
courageously? — at odds with cold-hearted killing.
Scene V
In 2010, Hamas official Mahmoud Al-Mahbouh was killed in
room 230 of the Al Bustan Rotana Hotel, Dubai. A month later,
the Dubai Police held a prominent press conference. They re-
leased a video composed of footage from hundreds of surveil-
lance cameras in Dubai’s airports, malls, and hotels (figure 5). It
traces the assassination to Israeli Mossad agents, and claims that
at least twenty-six suspects were involved in this highly orches-
trated operation. The video was broadcast on Gulf News TV and
soon uploaded on YouTube.3 It became a piece of forensic en-
tertainment, almost, albeit one that ends with a real dead body.
Soon after that, Chris Marker détourned this video by adding a
haunting string composition written by Henryk Górecki for the
Kronos Quartet. He titled it Stopover in Dubai. It too was made
Scene VI
In a BBC documentary about him, the author Don DeLillo spoke
about the genesis of one of his novels, Mao II (1991).
It was April 1988 and the cover of the New York Post featured an
elderly man, in shock and rage. The man was the reclusive writ-
er J. D. Salinger, and this was the first picture of him since 1955.
DeLillo kept hold of the picture. Six months later, DeLillo came
across a grainy image of a mass wedding conducted by Reverand
Sun Myung Moon from the Unification Church, which looked
to DeLillo like “a rehearsal for the end of the world.” He saved
this picture too. Later, De Lillo reveals, “I began to understand
the novel as an attempt to understand the connection between
these two photographs.” 6
Act III
Scene I
If our memories are becoming more like the data sets used by
Facebook et al. for facial recognition, then it’s perhaps unsurpris-
ing that our eyes and ears have become search engine interfaces.
As I continue, till today, to zoom into the image of Doan Thi Huong,
searching for something that beauty masks and reveals, I remem-
ber the seductive ‘gaze diagram’ by Jacques Lacan (figure 6).
Scene II
Doan Thi Huong’s face is certainly not ‘LOL .’ It is more noncha-
lant, closer to carefree. A skip in her step. A bounce in her stride,
as if to say, ‘today is a great day.’ Once again, it is a face I’ve seen
elsewhere. The same face on countless different women who
Chris Marker would shoot — among them, Alexandra Stewart,
the narrator of his film Sans Soleil (1982) — whereby the gaze com-
ing from the image refused to entirely meet the gaze going into
it. There’s beauty, of course, but more strongly, tender isolation.
7 Trevor Paglen, “Invisible Images (Your Pictures Are Looking at You),” in:
The New Inquiry, December 8, 2016, https://thenewinquiry.com/invisible-
images-your-pictures-are-looking-at-you/, date of access: 23 Sept. 2019.
8 Hito Steyerl, “Too Much World: Is the Internet Dead?” in: e-flux jour-
nal 49 (November 2013), https://www.e-flux.com/journal/49/60004/too-
much-world-is-the-internet-dead/, date of access: 23 Sept. 2019.
L O L H i st o r y 41
The thing is: something always exceeds the images of faces. Escapes
complete capture. Maybe it is why we take so many selfies every
day?9
List of Illustrations
Figure 3 Shumon Basar, Doan, 2017. Paper collage. Courtesy of the
author.
Figure 4 Filmstill taken from Michelangelo Antonioni, Blow-Up, UK ,
IT . 35mm, 111 min, 1966.
Figure 5 Screenshot taken from Vuysu Amfasi, “Mahmoud Al Mab-
houh’s Assassination FULL 27 Min,” in: YouTube, November 23, 2014.
Screenshot, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7d9KD ysPbZ0, date
of access: 28 Sept. 2019.
Figure 6 Lacan’s diagram of the visual field, The Four Fundamental
Concepts of Psyscho-Analysis, New York: Norton, 1973/1981, p. 106.
The women of the place seemed nice and friendly and clean,
and were dressed in the gayest colours of the rainbow; green,
scarlet, blue, and black was quite an ordinary combination on one
person. They wear tight wadded trousers to just below the knee, and
from there to the ankle the leg is neatly bound. Often the legs are
very thin, and look like sticks, while the out-turned tiny feet and stiff
knees all combine to give the appearance of goats’ legs. While I was
sketching the little shrine one came and stood beside it, with a very
evident desire to be included in the sketch. I at once took advantage
of this unusual occurrence—they generally flee directly they see I am
doing them—but as the spectators laughed at her, she kept folding
her arms across her face. She had a large basket on her back, and
many women carry their babies in this way.
As one gets farther west the climate changes—growing milder—
and the vegetation is different. Beautiful groups of bamboos are
frequently seen, and crops of sugar-cane in patches of vivid green
suggest the month of May rather than December. You reach the
native home of oranges, and they seem to have a better flavour than
anywhere else.
Mr. Ku came to me with a long face one day, to say that he had
been told that the natives of Szechwan were barbarians, “and do you
not think that Liu and I had better wear suits of uniform?” We had no
hesitation as to the answer—a decided veto, having already
discussed the question of carrying firearms, many of our friends
having strongly urged us to do it. I am more than ever convinced that
it is apt to lead to trouble, rather than avert it, and that it is safer to
have none, especially when you have not been thoroughly trained in
the use of them. My friend suggested that if you shot one Chinaman
there would be ten to kill you, and a smile would be at least as
efficacious as a revolver.
The last part of our river journey was rather disturbing, owing to
our twice dashing upon the rocks; but happily no serious damage
was done, and we had an excellent opportunity of seeing how these
people set about repairs. The water was coming in rather fast under
the floor of our cabin, so the carpenter took up the boards, baled out
the superfluous water, and stuffed the hole with cotton wadding,
which he extracted from his winter coat. This he adjusted neatly in
the hole by means of his chopstick, and finally put a plaster over it,
composed of the sole of an old shoe, which he tore up for the
purpose, and nailed it over the spot. A good deal of baling had to be
done, and no sooner was order restored in the cabin than we had a
second collision, and the flooring had to be taken up again to see if
there was any fresh mischief. Happily there was none.
Two sets of our friends have each been wrecked three times this
season on their way up the river, and on one occasion the boat
broke completely in half. Every one hastened to save what they
could, except a Chinaman, who was observed busily washing his
clothes with the soap that was oozing out of one of the cases of
stores! No goods are worth insuring on the Yangtze, as the
insurance rates are so high, and it is so difficult—often impossible—
to prove what has been lost. In the case when the boat was a total
wreck, our friends were obliged to encamp for a week on the river-
bank in a hut which they constructed out of their stores and luggage,
with the sail of the boat spread over the top by way of roof—a
somewhat ineffectual one when the rain came pouring down.
The river-banks are studded with temples, pagodas, and shrines,
and the people in this part of the country are far more assiduous in
their worship than anywhere else: we continually noticed them
offering incense or paper money to the gods. The temples are less
interesting than in the north, and ugly in colour, mostly a cold grey
ornamented with black and white, and they are also less artistic
architecturally.
On the fourteenth day we reached Wanhsien, whence we had
decided to travel overland, though we were sorry to miss seeing the
celebrated salt-wells, which we should have passed if we had taken
the other more frequented route to Chengtu. We regretfully said
good-bye to our boatmen, and made the eighteen men thoroughly
happy and content with a gratuity of 7s. to be divided amongst them.
We notice that the Chinese always seem more pleased and satisfied
when they get the usual tip than when they get more. Wanhsien
looked doubly attractive to us from the fact that we saw a British
gunboat lying on the farther side of the river, but in itself the town is
eminently picturesque, though dirty. A camel-back bridge, spanning
a stream just before it entered the Yangtze, was perhaps the
prettiest bit of all. Below it were endless yards of cotton hanging out
to dry, after being dyed. This was a sight with which we soon
became familiar, passing through many a village where the main
street was draped in this way.
CAMEL-BACK BRIDGE
CHAPTER XIV
Szechwan High-roads
S
OME friends who preceded us up the Yangtze had arranged
for sedan-chairs to be made in readiness for our arrival, so
we were able to start on Monday morning at 7.45 on our
journey to Chengtu, the capital of the province of Szechwan. We
made quite an imposing array. The party was arranged as follows:
first, two soldiers (our military escort); then my chair carried by four
men; my friend’s ditto; Mr. Ku’s chair carried by two men, as it was a
much lighter one than ours; then Liu’s, which was a similar one
(servants are always supposed to walk, but as Liu was from Peking,
and totally unaccustomed to walking, we thought it best to let him
ride); then came four coolies carrying luggage (each man reckons to
carry 107 lbs.); and a head coolie, who is responsible for all the
others, brought up the rear. The total cost of the seventeen coolies
for fourteen days was 90,100 cash (£9), and the soldiers each
received 2½d. per day wine money. The soldiers were most
attentive, and would hardly leave our side except to go ahead and
engage a room in the inn and have it made ready for us—namely,
swept out and clean mats put on the bedsteads. They kept an eye
on the luggage, though that is really unnecessary when there is a
head man, as it is his duty, and he is responsible for everything. It is
only when you have as many as fifteen coolies that a head man is
considered requisite, but it is a great advantage in any case to have
one.
The military escort is practically compulsory in this part of the
country, for things are not very settled, though foreigners are much
better treated than they were a few years ago. Our soldiers were
most assiduous in their attentions, rushing to fetch hot water the
moment we arrived at an inn, and eager to wash up our plates after
meals, although we had a servant whose main duty it was to do this.
We had been told that Szechwan was flat, so we had a pleasant
surprise in finding that our route lay almost the whole way through
hilly, not to say mountainous country, and that the mountains were
beautifully wooded. On the second day we reached Liang Shan, a
pretty little town in a valley surrounded by steep hills; and after we
left it the scenery was particularly beautiful. We passed through a
thick forest of bamboos, whose pale, graceful, feathery foliage
contrasted finely with the tall, dark pine-trees. The way led straight
up a precipitous mountain by thousands of well-made stone steps. It
seemed as if we should never reach the top, and the coolies must
have thoroughly appreciated the fact that we were British travellers,
and not Chinese; for the Chinese sometimes walk down-hill when it
is very steep, but rarely indeed uphill. When we asked Mr. Ku if he
were accustomed to walking, he said, “Oh yes, I can walk two and a
half miles,” so evidently that is considered a long distance. In reality
he proved to be a first-rate walker, and was soon able to do several
hours a day without fatigue. The banks were full of all sorts of lovely
ferns and mosses, reminding us of the most beautiful ferneries
(under glass) at home; but here was of course the charm of nature
instead of art. There was evidently a great variety of flowers in the
spring-time; masses of orchids, and anemones, violets, and other
plants we recognised, but there were far more whose species were
unknown to us.
When we reached the summit at last there was a wonderful
panoramic view of hill and plain as far as the eye could reach; miles
upon miles of shimmering rice-fields, with trees and farmsteads
reflected in them. A ceaseless stream of coolies passed us, carrying
various kinds of loads suspended from each end of long sticks,
which they carried across their shoulders. The loads were mainly
baskets, paper, coal, hand-warmers, and pottery in this district. The
hand-warmers are very neat; they are made of bamboo baskets
containing a little earthenware bowl for charcoal. The people
sometimes sit on them, or carry them in their hands, or even hang
them under their coats, either before or behind—which at first
aroused our pity, for we took them to be suffering from some terrible
growth!
The Szechwan inns are not at all to our taste, nor do they
compare favourably with those of Shantung, being mostly in bad
repair and with paper hanging in shreds from the window-frames.
There are large holes in the floors—mainly used for emptying slops
through, on to the pigs living below—and decidedly perilous to the
unwary traveller. The month of December, however, is the best time
for visiting these inns, as the rats are then the only active foes; but
they are painfully bold. I turned a sudden gleam of electric light from
my private lantern on one of the rats in the middle of the night and
startled him a good deal, but the scare wore off all too soon. Hosie
has translated a Chinese verse which he met with in a Szechwan
inn, and added a second one of his own. He says that the
Chinaman’s own description errs on the side of leniency, and I think
he is quite correct.