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Title: The Merchants of Life
Author: Val Basilio
Date: 2000
Language: en
Topics: Argentina, commodification, Diavolo in corpo, France, Sacco and Vanzetti
Source: Personal communication with the translator
Notes: From Diavolo in corpo #3, November 2000

Val Basilio

The Merchants of Life

Thirty years ago, a Belgian situationist — whose decayed radical

subjectivity is now in an advanced state of decomposition — noted in his

most famous work that: “Power, if only it were human, would be proud of

the number of potential encounters it has successfully prevented.”

One of the encounters that was avoided according to the suggestive

proposition of the author was that of the French anarchist Albert

Libertad with the Italian artist Giorgio di Chirico. The former —

burning his identity documents — the latter — drawing heads without

faces. Both are understood as denouncing the operation of organized

annihilation carried out by the social order in its confrontations with

the individual. Better not to have a name or a face than to be a mere

reflection of social conventions. The refusal of the identity that is

assigned to us by the state is the first step to affirming our

individuality. Starting from completely different experiences and

presuppositions, the anarchist and the artist had arrived — each in his

own way — at analogous conclusions.

But this play of affinities never came together and the encounters

missed on the terrain of the reappropriation of our existence does not

stop at this single case.

Anyone who might be interested in curbing the process of commodification

that is transforming all of our life into a vast supermarket — where

adventure is booked in a travel agency, the appetite is satisfied with

pre-cooked meals ready in five minutes, creativity serves only to

decorate advertising posters and play consists more than anything else

of operations of exchange — will certainly find the correspondence of

aims between deeds and persons from the same era, but different

continents, interesting.

Argentina,1927. Here, as in many other parts of the world, the night of

August 22 is a night of vigil. On the plaza and in the houses, thousands

of people are waiting. They wait to find out if the United States has

effectively executed Nicola Sacco and Bartolomeo Vanzetti, the two

Italian anarchists accused of robbery and murder and condemned to death

on the electric chair. Never had such an act produced so many

repercussions in the world. Arrested in May of 1920, the two anarchists

were tried and condemned in July of the following year in spite of the

alibi that excused them and the numerous witnesses brought forward by

the defense. An impressive campaign in favor of their liberation was

begun through out the world involving thousands and thousands of people

with very different ideas. In Argentina as well, protest demonstrations,

meetings and direct attacks were not lacking: against the US embassy,

against the monument to Washington and against American enterprises such

as Ford. And, of course, the initiatives in favor of the two anarchists

multiplied with the approach of the prophetic date.

The dawn of August 23 found thousands of people still awake, thronging

the newsstands in order to read the morning papers. The news flowed from

mouth to mouth between the general disbelief and dismay. The law had

won. Sacco and Vanzetti had been executed. The announcement of their

murder would provoke protest demonstrations everywhere with clashes and

incidents. In Argentina, a general strike is called by the central

workers on this day. People pour out into the streets as incidents break

out on all sides. The names of the two anarchists have become a symbol

of the struggle against the outrages of power throughout the world.

This is the situation in which a businessman from Buenos Aires, one

Bernardo Gurevich, head of the tobacco firm “Combinados”, gets the idea

to put a new brand of cigarettes on the market at an economical price

intended for the workers. In order to draw attention to the product and

attract sales, Gurevich has the brilliant notion to call the cigarette

“Sacco and Vanzetti”. The business initiative is not appreciated.

Speculating on the death of the two anarchists? Mingling the smoke of

their bodies burnt on the electric chair with that of cigarettes?

Transforming the tears shed for their death into ink for fattening a

bank account? Enclosing the rage of others between the dusty lids of a

snuff-box? Making an advertising gimmick of the symbol of the struggle

against the state? On November 26, 1927, a powerful charge of dynamite

destroys the establishment of “Combinados”. The attack is attributed to

the same anarchist who was held responsible for other dynamite attacks

in support of Sacco and Vanzetti, namely Severino di Giovanni. The

damage caused by the explosion is huge. That very day, the businessman

who came up with the original idea decides to withdraw the brand of

cigarette called “Sacco and Vanzetti”.

France, 1930. About a half a century has passed since the publication of

the Chants of Maldoror by Lautreamont, a book which has subsequently

been greeted as “the most radical book of all western literature”. This

book had gone through many changes of circumstance and might have been

destined to fall into oblivion if it had not attracted the attention of

the surrealists who get the credit for the recovery and recasting of its

author. Already in the spring of 1919, even before building the

surrealist movement, Andre Breton had edited the publication of the

Poesies of Isadore Ducasse (Lautreamont’s given name). In 1927, another

surrealist, Philippe Soupault, had edited the first edition of the

Complete Works, which would stir up a hornet’s nest of controversy. The

surrealists would make a kind of precursor, an extreme model, of

Lautreamont. For the young in search of a new existence, the work of

Lautreamont had nothing to do with literature. The torrential

imagination of the “man of Montevideo”, his iconoclastic fury, could

only constitute an incitement to revolt, the overcoming of this world,

an affirmation of one’s individuality. Lautreamont sits at Sade’s side

on the peak of the Black Olympus of the surrealists.

Thus, it is not at all surprising if they don’t seem to take pleasure in

the news of the imminent opening of a new Parisian nightspot, the “Bar

Maldoror”. The shopkeeper enterprise wanted to make a menu of Evil, to

serve blasphemous imprecations at its tables. It wanted to satisfy the

customers’ stomachs rather than consume them with doubt. It wanted to

quench the fire that burned in the throats of the clients rather than

set it to their hearts. It wanted to make people pass a pleasant evening

rather than making them all go into a rage. It wanted to make many

instead of overturning the world. It was too much.

Already, a few years earlier — in that same 1927 which was shaken by the

news of the execution of Sacco and Vanzetti — the surrealists had sent

an open letter to the committee for the reconstruction of a monument to

the poet Rimbaud (a monument that had been destroyed during the first

world war) in Charleville, the city of his birth. In that letter, one

could read: “Hypocrisy extends its dreadful hand toward the people that

we love in order to make them serve in the conservation of that against

which they have always fought. It is evident that we are no longer

deceived about the range of such enterprises of confiscation, we do not

alarm ourselves ore than is necessary at your shameful and habitual

maneuvers, persuaded as we are that a force of total fulfillment

animates everything that has truly been inspired in the world against

you. To us it matters little...that some profit is drawn from the most

subversive intelligences, since their marvelous poison will continue to

penetrate into the minds of the young in order to corrupt or expand

them.” Three years later, this literary outpouring of fatalistic wrath

would fortunately give place to an action stripped of aestheticism. At

the opening of the “Bar Maldoror”, Andre Breton and his comrade were

there and the completely laid waste to the place. The owner had no

choice but to change the name of his business. The name of Lautreamont

was saved from the slime of commerce.

In the face of this determination to prevent money from realizing its

commerce over individuals desiring only to see it disappear, in the face

of this strenuous defense of the spirit of revolt against the assaults

that have come from the shopkeepers’ spirit, in the face of these

vigorous attacks against mercantile logic, chance does not dwell on how

much separated the protagonists of these actions. It is better to leave

all the pathetic demands for improbable property rights to the militant

and artistic rabble. It is enough to know that, in spite of appearances,

the communicating vessels of dream and action have met on the terrain of

hatred for all commodification, even if only for a moment. It doesn’t

matter what it is: the memory of two executed comrades, the work of a

writer, the taste of a meal, the natural environment, an idea. That

which is from the heart is an expression of life. And it is never too

late to recall that life cannot be reduced to an object of commercial

exploitation. It has no price, it only has the claim of having a

meaning. Today we are so thoroughly surrounded by commodities, adapted

to the act of perpetually putting our hand in our wallet in order to get

what is already ours, that nothing seems to touch us any more, nothing

seems to come from our hearts. One cannot be filled with love for a

plastic wrapped object. We remain with only our indifference, every

emotion in us extinguished. When all human expression has been brought

back inside the boundaries in which commercial exploitation is possible,

when nearly nothing that could not be an object of lucrative activity

has survived, when the amount in one’s bank account is the best calling

card, it is time that brutality takes the upper hand over indifference

and resignation.

Christ drove the merchants out of the temple with violence. We know his

reason: only god had the right to establish the price of life.

Contrarily, what happened in Argentina and France during these years

cleared the board of both the merchants and the temple. It is only a

question of taking the advise of a German philosopher and starting to

stretch out a hand.