Unalienated Life
It’s no accident, I think, the avant-garde began its move at the same moment when Europe and America’s period of political revolution had cross-faded into the industrial revolution. Money, that mysterious force, was dominating more and more of life. Work was becoming wage labor, and wages, in turn, were becoming the primary means that most people use to meet their basic needs for food, housing, and everything else.
One of the things I think we see in artworks is the ideal of the unalienated creative work that we imagine went into making them.[9] This flips right back to the questions Marx raised about our human life and labor. How is it, he asks, somewhat plaintively, that we have taken something precious in the sense of priceless–the human capacity for creative action–and made it into something that can be bought and sold? Something fundamentally incommensurable, the individual and unique human soul, becomes (under capitalism) reduced to its status as a fully exchangeable and replaceable unit of labor. In this model, as in the bohemian and countercultural fantasy, there is something directly opposed about money and the ideal of unalienated life. It is the situation of exchanging (needing to exchange) one’s own incommensurable and specific self stuff for the blank potentiality of money that causes alienation in the first place.




