CONDORISM

 

Condorism is the true art of brutality, sometimes subtle, its meaning hidden in small action, sometimes obvious, the stage filled with rubble.  It makes no claims for the future of humanity for it does not care if humanity has a future.  It makes no statement about society other than to tell society to go to hell.

 

What then does Condorism affirm?  It affirms the role of violence in the commonplace existence of man.  It affirms the right of the individual to be a member of an elite, to express himself in ways incomprehensible to the mass of mankind.  It is the right of Dr. Jekyll to become Mr. Hyde at will.  Above all else, it affirms the right of the individual to dominate his environment, not be dominated by it.

 

What does all this mean?  Does it mean that Condorism is but a new name of Fascism?  Perish the thought!  Fascism has, at its heart, the destruction of the individual, the absorbtion of the individual person into an amorphous, silent, “moral” majority.  Is Condorism a return to barbarity?  No, for while we may use the tools of the barbarian, he could never hope to appreciate the use we put them to.

 

Is this a new pornography, a tittilation by ferocity?  This is amusing for if a person is excited by ping pong balls, there is nothing we can do to stop him, yet some of our performances may, by some stretching, be viewed in that way.  If they are—so be it.  But if they are, then the serials of the 1930s and 40s, from which we take our inspiration, are as well. 

 

Ours is an art of mystery, of deeds done in the dark, of bombs, blindfolds and bondage.  The mind is the medium and there is no message.