Soviet Revolution, Art, Propaganda, UK Politics Today

A couple of months ago, I read this article by Jonathan Jones about art that followed on from the Russian Revolution. He complains that it tends to be exhibited without reference to the millions of people who died under Lenin and Stalin while the artists bolstered the state’s propaganda apparatus. He complains that the title of an exhibition in the Royal Academy of Arts, in London – Revolution: Russian Art 1917-1932 – suggests the usual uncritical approach to one of the most murderous regimes in history.

It might have been a better idea for Jones to wait until the exhibition had opened and to have gone to see it, before passing premature judgement, because the exhibition asked all the questions Jones wanted it to ask, and more besides. It is quite wrong of him to suggest the art produced in that period was no more than state propaganda. Much was, but he does a disservice to those who kept innovating and protesting in extremely difficult circumstances, many of whom paid a heavy price. Also, some of these questions begin to feel as relevant to today’s world and its impossibly confusing political realities as they do when applied to the Russia of 1917-1932.

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The period 1917-32 encompassed significant artistic innovation along with increasing state control and interference. The Soviet state wanted ‘socialist realism’, by which they meant nothing abstract that couldn’t immediately be understood by “the masses”. But they didn’t want realism in the sense of depicting reality. Stalin’s five-year plan (1928-32) uprooted peasants from their farms and forced them to work in massive compounds. The result was famine. A conservative estimate of the death toll during his dictatorship would be around 7 million people (that doesn’t include the 12 million who died in the gulags or the 2 million who were simply executed without trial. The numbers are sickening). But most art depicted happy peasants, healthy animals, golden fields, shiny tractors.

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When Theresa May declares that the country is coming together over Brexit, there is a similar disconnection from reality. The country is very divided, perhaps increasingly so. When May says that opposition parties have been disrupting the Brexit process in Parliament, that doesn’t reflect reality either. There has been no serious opposition to Brexit at all because Labour has voted with the Conservatives. So both of her statements, cited as reasons for calling the election on 8 June, are nonsense. She doesn’t need art to back her up. In the Soviet Union post-1917, visual and written art was one of the most effective ways of disseminating information and propaganda throughout a vast country. Theresa May has the Daily Mail, Express, The Sun, Telegraph etc to do that job, and social media (Facebook, Twitter etc) to make sure liberals have an outlet for their outrage that doesn’t actually achieve anything or communicate ideas outside their own circles of similar ‘friends’. They are of course free to fight against and ‘unfriend’ each other!

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The Soviet state-approved art was meant to have instant effect. The “masses” would view the art and would immediately understand it. It would tell them how much Stalin and the state ought to be admired and about all the pursuits, such as sport, the people ought to take up. Portraits of sporting heroes with perfect bodies were commissioned to be admired by the people. It was instant art, a ‘dumbing down’, a (in case there is doubt) condescending attitude towards audiences. People were not supposed to think about anything too much, particularly about ambiguities that might cast doubt on the Soviet project. These things are all still with us! The media of television, with five thousand channels 24 hours a day, live poetry that peddles a simple message that can be immediately internalised, manufactured pop, online everything: it all bombards us and much of it (usually the stuff that’s easiest to access) demands we stop thinking and instead just passively “relate”. The Olympics in London was used by the UK Government for propaganda purposes, and money was poured into Olympic sports afterwards (siphoning from the arts/culture budget). The Conservative party had obviously learned something from Stalin.

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Post-1917, some artists tried to find ways of creating within the rules established by the state, while still subverting them. Kazimir Malevich, whose abstract work had been denounced by the state in 1927, was nevertheless allowed to exhibit his work in the landmark 1932 ‘Fifteen Years of Artists of the Russian Soviet Republic’ exhibition. Malevich did create work which was ‘representational’, depicting people and fields etc as opposed to his famous abstract ‘Black Square’ of 1915. But the blank faces in ‘Peasants’ (1930) is a clear indictment of the state. I don’t know how Malevich got it past the censors, but that blankness indicates both loss of personal identity and the state’s dehumanisation of people. It puts me in mind of Denis Johnson’s astonishing, dystopian poem, ‘The Incognito Lounge’ – one of my favourite 20th century poems – which follows the inhabitants of an apartment block, all blank, expressionless, where even the swimming pool “has an empty, empty face”. The first section ends:

I go everywhere with my eyes closed and two
eyeballs painted on my face. There is a woman
across the court with no face at all.

Malevich played by the rules enough not to have his faceless work banned, but he found a way of expressing reality that wasn’t the official version of reality and subtly criticized it.

Clearly, there are no direct parallels to draw between Stalin’s genocide (20 million people! Probably more.) and the political situation in 21st century UK, but politicians today do frequently express opinions that entirely distort reality and seem happy to defend systems that destroy people’s lives, without a hint of compassion. If you are unemployed and turn up 15 minutes late for an appointment due to a bus breaking down, your benefits can be stopped for weeks. What are your kids supposed to eat? How do you pay the bills? What about your rent? The Government just don’t seem to care about reforming the broken system. They just assume someone is running a food bank near you and, if no one is, too bad!

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Ken Loach’s film, ‘I Am Daniel Blake’, told the story of two characters trapped in the Kafka-esque benefits system. Conservative MP, Iain Duncan Smith, said that the film did not depict reality. It is true that food bank queues are not always as long as in the film. But sometimes they are. It is true that sometimes people are treated with more compassion and understanding than the film’s main characters. But often they are not. The film tells a story and it is a sadly realistic story. For an MP to deny this is ridiculous. Doing so distorts reality and replaces it with propaganda, a dangerous propaganda that whitewashes serious problems. After the Russian revolution in 1917, Lenin saw value in art only as propaganda to spread word of how state policy was improving people’s lives, while millions starved.

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Many artists who had initially supported the revolutionary ideals became disillusioned both by the vast inequalities widening in their society and by the state censoring artistic responses. The great poet, Alexander Blok, fell ill and requested permission to find life-saving medical treatment abroad, but was denied, due to his critical stance. Permission arrived – but only two days after his death, and the delay wasn’t an accident. Stalin gave an impressive demonstration of how deep hypocrisy can run by then praising his work publicly, just as he did to Vladimir Mayakovsky after the latter killed himself in depression at what the revolution had become. Stalin called him “the greatest poet”. Presumably Stalin only liked the stuff that had been state-approved and turned a deaf ear to the rest, which he’d made invisible anyway. When David Cameron declared The Smiths were his favourite band, I can only guess he’d never bothered to listen to the lyrics and Johnny Marr’s witty response felt somehow necessary. In early Soviet Russia, however, those who were openly critical, like Anna Akhmatova, were made to suffer for their entire lives.

Those who adopted a more subtle approach were able to continue to make art and exhibit it, albeit with occasional state denunciation along the way. I don’t mean to make light of that either, as it must have been incredibly difficult. It took 15 years for all art that fell outside socialist realism to be banned completely and the 1932 exhibition was the final public display of relatively pluralist art in Stalin’s Soviet Union.

It is important to be vigilant today, I think. Steven Poole wrote an excellent article in The Guardian about how hard-Brexit rhetoric turned Leninist, which has thankfully meant my already long article here can be shorter than otherwise. When the Daily Mail has a headline, ‘Crush the Saboteurs’ (link is to Twitter, not to the DM), in reference to the EU referendum Remain voters, that’s crossing a line from democracy to tyranny, and even calling a general election three years early because a Prime Minister feels existing democratically elected representatives may not do exactly as she wants could also be seen as an attack on democracy. Stalin took 15 years gradually to ban all except one style of art. How is democracy in the UK going to look after 15 years of small chippings away? How complacent can we afford to be?

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When bread rationing was introduced in the 1920s, Soviet workers were allocated a half loaf per day; more than four times that allocated to the ‘bourgeousie’ and the dissidents etc, but if it’s all you have on your table for your family, it’s not going to be enough, one of the reasons why so many millions died. Government officials and party boffins were also granted half a loaf but I imagine their loaves were somewhat bigger and their dinner menus rather less austere! David Shterenberg was in charge of implementing Soviet cultural policy as head of the department of visual arts. His painting Aniskov shows a very well dressed girl, but he also shows clearly a table with a single half-loaf of bread on it. It’s not much, and Shterenberg wants us to know it. He fell out of favour with the authorities in the 1930s, unable to hold his imagination within the confines of socialist realism.

When UK politicians demand that art must demonstrate economic benefit to be eligible for state funding, they are also operating a kind of censorship – more subtle that Stalin but there nevertheless. They will support and promote state-approved art that is in some way commercial – that will sell well or get bums on seats or cultivate the existing celebrity of an artist or whatever – and starve work that may be better, more innovative or challenging, and ahead of its time. They ensure that some art is visible and other art much less visible. The value of the art as art has nothing to do with state support. It means that festivals and major exhibitions are under pressure not to showcase anything too cutting-edge. Perhaps that’s why the same names crop up on most UK poetry festival billings again and again and again (with some courageous exceptions).

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Some artists in early Soviet Russia looked to former times to suggest ways forward. Mikhail Nesterov’s ‘Philosophers’ portrays two philosophers: the priest and mathematician Pavel Florensky and the theologian and economist Sergei Bulgakov. The artist is trying to capture a meeting of deep spiritual values that could pave a way ahead. As it was, Bulgakov was expelled from Russia in 1922 and Florensky was arrested in 1933 and shot dead in 1937. But the painting has preserved them and also gives a flavour what they stood for. The first thing you see if you visit the wikipedia pages of Florensky and Bulgakov is Nesterov’s portrait of them! Perhaps that’s one reason Stalin was so suspicious of art and why people who want to amass power for themselves irritably sense the value of art even while declaring most of it to have no value at all. Art preserves and re-presents. The exhibition had a room where images of people killed under Stalin were projected onto a screen. There were artists, poets, doctors, schoolteachers, farmers, housewives etc, most of whom looked as far from a typical saboteur image as it’s possible to get. I stood and watched for about 10 minutes and felt grateful somehow that their courage and identities had been preserved for this setting even if their lives had been cut short.

Kuzma Petrov-Vodkin’s painting ‘1918 in Petrograd’ depicts a mother and baby. Vodkin liked the revolution and was trying to show its effect on family life in a favourable light, but it’s obvious that the painting resembles traditional Madonna & Child iconography. Vodkin apparently had a great love for the work of Giotto and Fra Angelico and couldn’t quite shake off Christian spiritual elements in his own work, even if he would have denied the existence of such pre-communist ideals. Art often finds it hard to lie…

Where can we find values for art that point to deeper truths and values than our elected politicians, who are often reacting simply to contemporary winds and fears? There may be many places: philosophy, history, theology, wisdom writings both religious and humanist (progressives in both camps ought to stop warring with each other, and instead turn their attention to their common enemy), cinema, visual art itself, literature, poetry – I think we need to look back to great artistic works and find again what they have to say to us in our contemporary societies. These works are great often because they make sense in different ways in different times. They may not preach truths but the truths are there to be found within them and then directed to those in power when they abandon important values to solidify and increase that power. Art doesn’t exist in a vacuum. Poetry has a habit of being read most when it is perceived as a threat.

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We do need to find a new way of doing politics. In several countries, outsiders have taken on the establishment recently. Some have been right-wing populists (Trump, Le Pen, Farage) but I do think that people would also respond to a left-winger with sufficient charisma and vision. Here in the UK, there is a political vacuum and if no one from the left, from beyond the traditional party system, fills it with real energy, vision and rhetoric, then the right-wing will consolidate their grip. It might seem that art, poetry, prose, music, cinema and theatre have only a peripheral role but the attention that tyrants and would-be tyrants give them suggests their practitioners are wrong when they downplay themselves. Maybe it’s time that artists started to form a more effective political opposition than at present and see if we can count for anything before it’s too late.

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The Tedious Schmooze Award 2017

800px-Baking_gloveThe judges have been announced for this year’s Tedious Schmooze Award and already one poet, Oven Glove, is being tipped to win the prestigious £8.50 cheque. This award aims to celebrate poetry that isn’t poetry until its author says it is and Mr Glove’s work breaks the established bounds. Food stains have been collected and preserved on Glove’s naked body (daringly pictured above) daily over the last year and the result constitutes a poem-in-progress. “A poem is never really finished,” says Glove. “A poem is simply overcooked or uncooked.”

Chair of judges, Ms B.B.C. Recipe (pronounced as in “ripe”), declared she was excited by the range of nominations. “It’s clear, right, that poetry ain’t about words no more. It’s about, like, things happening, lol.” She is joined by four others on the panel: fellow celebrity chef poets Nutella Lassie and Jimmy Ill-Ever, a “mid-level” poet (whose name I have forgotten) known to under 87 people in the UK, and Ovene Glove, Mr Glove’s twin sister, who told me, “Some people have suggested there is a conflict of interest between my position as judge and my familial connection but apart from nominating my twin brother for the award (as is my right as a member of the Poe-Bash Society!), I don’t imagine it will influence my final decision.” The unknown poet-judge said, “I am impressed by Mr Glove’s masterful line-breaks. Incidentally, I have a pamphlet all ready if anyone wants to publish it. Perhaps Glove Publications might finally notice my decades of toil.”

Reactions on social media have been swift. One angry poet who wants to remain anonymous in case his “career” is somehow derailed said, “I give up poetry. I will never write another poem unless 1000 people ‘like’ this status.” And another wrote, “I don’t care about these awards. I am never nominated, always ignored, ignored, ignored! And that doesn’t matter to me. Not at all. NOT AT ALL, OK???!!! I don’t mind being overlooked. Not if it means my talented friends are successful. My fifteenth collection has just been published by Blunt Edge Press and WILL NO DOUBT BE OVERLOOKED AGAIN!!! But good luck to everyone on Faber and Picador. I love all my friends there and this is a wonderful award.”

The late Tedious Schmooze was unavailable for comment, but several spokespersons from beyond the grave have remarked on their concerns that his reputation may be tainted if Mr Glove runs out as winner.

[photo by Lymantria, used under a Creative Commons License – https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Baking_glove.jpg)%5D