EMPIRE
OF THE SENSELESS – KATHY ACKER
There is a scene in Lars von Trier's film Anti-Christ where Willem
Dafoe is in the woods and he pulls back some undergrowth to reveal a
fox disembowelling itself. In slow motion the fox then lifts its head
and in a guttural voice says to Dafoe “Chaos reigns”. This
one scene, essentially, sums up Kathy Acker's Empire Of The
Senseless.
Kathy Acker ended up living in England and being the partner of writer
Charles Sharr Murray before passing away in 1997 from cancer. Before
this she had gained the reputation of being the enfant terrible
of the New York art set and being feted by various critics for
pushing the envelope of post-modern experimental writing. Kathy
Acker's books were – and remain to be – shocking in terms of
explicit sex and violence. The sex she wrote about being perverse and
taboo, often concerning father/daughter incest and sadomasochism. The
twist and consequently the turn of the screw was that it was all
written by a woman and from a woman's point of view, though not in
the voice of woman as victim but of a woman who enjoys and is even
empowered by such things.
Empire Of The Senseless is – as it says in the title – senseless.
It's a whirlpool of extreme thoughts that have no apparent connection
to each other. It's a picture of delirium captured in words and flung
down onto the page where those words refuse to sit still and instead
wriggle and squirm around almost as if in a bid to break free from
that same page. Or even as something trying to break free from the
words. There is no discernible narrative, no normal grammar, and no
lineage. It's an alphabet collage. A riot of words.
The obvious influence, of course, is William Burroughs, of whom Acker
was once a self-confessed acolyte, and that's all well and good but
it must be said that Burroughs did it better. At least in his books
there was sometimes a semblance of a storyline and from his cut-ups
there would often appear beautiful and even poetic descriptions and
phrases. Empire Of The Senseless has none of these things though
that's not to dismiss it out of hand because the best art often
initially repels and confuses and often takes time for it to be
understood.
There is something obviously going on within these pages that Acker
was trying to capture and reveal. Something beyond words and beyond
language. Whether or not she fully succeeded, however, is the
question. Her words are like brambles that need to be cut through to
see what lies behind. Burroughs on the other hand was of such genius
that he revealed the hidden meaning of language to the reader without
them even realising. In Lars von Trier's Anti-Christ, Willem Dafoe
simply pulled back the undergrowth. Perhaps all that Acker was trying
to reveal was the chaos? To show that behind everything is nothing but chaos?
That everything indeed is chaos? An empire of the senseless? Perhaps
it's all really that simple?
I don't know. I'm just curious of mind and just because I read Kathy
Acker it doesn't mean I understand her. But at least I try.
John Serpico
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