Originally
appeared as the preface to Ezio Gribaudo and Alberico Sala's Jorn/Le Jardin
d'Albisola (1972). Translated by Paul Hammond
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On Wild Architecture
Guy Debord
It is known that initially the situationists wanted at the very least
to build cities, the environment suitable to the unlimited deployment
of new passions. But of course this was not easy and so we found ourselves
forced to do much more. And during the entire course of events various
partial projects had to be abandoned and a good number of our excellent
capacities were not employed, as is the case — but how much more absolutely
and sadly — for hundreds of millions of our contemporaries.
On a hill overlooking the Ligurian coast, Asger Jorn has now slightly
modified a few old houses and is building a garden to link all of them
to each other. What more peaceful commentary could there be? We have become
famous, we are told. But our time, which has not yet discovered all of
its capacities, is also far from having granted recognition to all of
our people. Asger Jorn has done so much, here and there, that many people
do not know that above all he was a Situationist, the permanent heretic
of a movement that tolerate any orthodoxy. Nobody contributed as mich
as Jorn did to the origin of this adventure: he found people throughout
Europe, he came up with so many ideas, and even in the most cheerful poverty
he often found the means to pay off the most urgent debts that we had
accumulated at the printers. The fifteen years that have passed since
the meeting at Cosio d'Arroscia have indeed begun to change the world,
but not our intentions.
Jorn is one of those people who is not changed by success but rather
who continually changes the stakes of success. He is the opposite of those
who, at one time, built their careers on the repetition of a single, worn-out
artistic gag; he is also the opposite of those who, more recently, claim
to establish their general imaginary quality by the mere affirmation of
a revolutionary stance that is both total and totally unemployed. Instead,
Asger Jorn did not hesitate to intervene, on even the most modest, on
all terrains that were accessible to him. At one point he was the first
to undertake a contemporary critique of that most recent form of repressive
architecture, a form that to this day is like oil stains on "the frozen
waters of egotistical calculation," and whose tenants and supporters can
thus be judged everywhere case by case. And in this Italian dwelling complex,
Jorn once again lends a hand and responds to even the concrete question
of our appropriation of space, demonstrating that everyone could undertake
to reconstruct around themselves the earth, which badly needs it. The
painted and sculpted sections, the never-regular stairs between the different
levels of ground, the trees, the added elements, a cistern, vines, the
most varied sorts of always welcome debris, all thrown together in a perfect
disorder, compose on of the most complicated and, ultimately, on of the
best unified landscapes that one can traverse in the space of a fraction
of a hectare. Everything finds its place there without difficulty.
For anyone who has not forgotten the conflicted and passionate relations
and has necessarily remained quite distant from both Situationists and
architecture, this must appear to be a sort of inverse Pompeii: the relief
of a city that was not built. Similarly Umberto Gambetta's collaboration
on all aspects of the work gives it, if not the character of a collective
game (whose capacities for the overcoming of the separation between culture
and daily life were exposed by Jorn), then at least the bare minimum.
The "Facteur Cheval," more of an artist, constructed a monumental architecture
on his own; the king of Bavaria had greater means. Among other things
and in passing, Jorn sketched a type of village awkwardly confined to
the surface of such a little "private property," a creation that bears
witness to what one can begin to do "with a little time, luck, health,
money, thought (and also) good mood . . ," as formulated by Ivan Chtcheglov,
another one of those who laid down the foundations of the Situationist
movement.
Good mood was, in any case, never missing from Situationist scandal
even at the very center of so many ruptures and violent acts, of incredible
claims and unstoppable strategies. Those who love to ponder in vain what
history might have been — of the sort: "It would have been better for
mankind if those people had never existed" — will be wondering for quite
a while about the following amusing problem: could one not have appeased
the Situationists around 1960 by means of a few lucidly conceived recuperative
reforms, that is, by giving them two or three cities to construct instead
of pushing them to the edge and unleashing on the world the most dangerous
subversion there ever was? But others will surely retort that hte consequences
would have been the same and that by conceding a little to the Situationists
— who had even then never intended to be satisfied with just a little
— one would have only increased their requirements and their demands and
would have only arrived even faster at the same result.
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