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Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Grammar Trouble and Lady Gaga’s Lyrical “I”

By Eddie McCaffray

Beauty is in the “I” of the beholder

Ever since Lady Gaga sang, “He’s got me like nobody […] she’s got me like nobody” in “Poker Face,” she has been playing with fluid grammatical identities. Accordingly, this essay will consider Lady Gaga’s lyrical use of the first-person singular pronoun, and, more broadly, the role of the narrator in her songs. As have many songwriters before her, including some she cites as influences, Lady Gaga often writes songs that function as the narrative or manifesto of some fictionalized narrating personality. Bruce Springsteen, one such influence, is well-known for writing character songs, wherein the speaker is specified enough to have a particular financial and/or romantic situation, personal past, or philosophical outlook; this character is then acted out by Springsteen’s song. Thus, though these narrators are only occasionally named, they do have distinct sensibilities as artistic creations separate from both the song and singer herself. Such a narrator may be fairly specific, such as in “Paparazzi,” or less so, as in “Government Hooker.” But in both songs, the “I” of the lyrics is not really intended to be understood as Lady Gaga herself, but as another persona Gaga sings through.

However, Lady Gaga plays with this trope beyond simply employing it – she steals rather than borrows. In several of her songs, the “I”, the narrator, is not simply one character, created to sing a particular song, but instead is inhabited by dual or multiple fictionalized speakers sharing that always-singular “I”. For example, as discussed previously by myself and others, “Judas” presents a narrative wherein it is difficult to tell just who is speaking to whom, or about whom. And, to heighten the anxiety caused by this narrative uncertainty, Gaga’s songs often threaten power relations in the same move. Not knowing if Jesus is betraying Judas or if Judas is betraying Jesus is worrisome not only because it makes identity uncertain (who’s who?), but also because those two identities traditionally have an established and meaningful relationship – one which includes and encourages certain assumptions about power, legitimacy, and morality; this very relationship is destabilized and made uncertain as well. The same is clearly true of the stalker/superstar relationship in “Paparazzi,” and of the client/hooker one in “Government Hooker.”

I suspect, and will argue, that this uncertainty – both in its basic perspectival-narrative aspect, and in its (gender, power) “trouble” aspect – is directly linked to Gaga’s performative project. Beauty, or power, achieved through performance, are in the “I” of the beholder, in its quality as the subject. And it is just by blurring, through art-ificial performative identity, the line between beholder and beholden (subject and object) that power, beauty, and identity are made available or attainable for an individual who had previously been objectified into passivity and exploitation.

Is “individual” really the right word for a constantly-unfolding, transient-yet-destined, process that will always be constituted by the limits of subject and object?

Is there a grammar of the new race of Mother Monster?

Three-in-one “I”?

We will start with the most explicit, to my mind, example of this perspectival-narrative uncertainty: the “Judas” song and video. As I discussed in an earlier piece for GS, “Judas” presents lyrical and narrative uncertainty about whether Jesus, Judas, or some woman (Mary Magdalene?) is singing. Consider the verse:

When he calls to me, I am ready
I’ll wash his feet with my hair if he needs
Forgive him when his tongue lies through his brain
Even after three times he betrays me.

In the first of these four lines, Gaga sings from the perspective of either an apostle or Mary Magdalene, called to or summoned by Jesus. Here, the narrator could even be Judas himself; this lyric could reference Judas in the middle of coming to give Jesus the betraying kiss, responding to Jesus’s salutation as written in the Gospel of Luke: “Judas, are you betraying the son of man with a kiss?” (Luke 22:47-48) Similarly, the next line suggests (relatively unambiguously) Mary Magdalene, who washed Jesus’ feet and dried them with her hair. The pledge of forgiveness could be Jesus speaking of Peter, who was prophesized to and did in fact deny his relationship to Jesus three times on the night of the crucifixion (as is suggested by the fourth line). It could also, perhaps, indicate Jesus’ forgiveness of the Judas kiss. These uncertainties are compounded by the chorus of the song – which suggests Jesus still loving Judas, despite his betrayal, in addition to a pining ex-lover – as well as those that appear in the other lyrics.


Thus the narrator in “Judas” must switch many times, often in the space of single line, and usually not between two possible identities but between two clusters of possible identities: from “Judas-or-Mary” in the first line to “Mary” in the second to “Jilted-Lover-or-Jesus” in the third and fourth. And the likely addressees (the likely objects) change as well! Does the singer transform from one to the other to the other to the other in order to become whatever is necessary for holding the listener’s attention? To maintain the authoritative, power-position before the verb? Has performance trumped identity – first by being the identity of the performer and then by fulfilling its role all too well? What does such a narrative voice suggest about Gaga’s whole project of fame? That the performer and audience are one? An endless chain of performers performing for performers?

Let us expand and explain this idea by studying the “Paparazzi” song and video. As Ayah Rifai suggests in her November 2010 essay for Gaga Stigmata, the pop superstar of “Paparazzi” in fact seeks the love of fans, is desperate to receive what they are desperate to give. When the stalker and stalkee, paparazza and popstar, are so closely adapted to one other, who holds the power? Who is disciplining whom? Whose discourse constitutes which object? The superstar and the paparazza need each other, and the stalker is the inversion of the superstar – not the best performer but the best fan. The desperate search to express oneself is in fact a desperate search for the attention of others. The most intimate possession, the self, interacts symbiotically – not exploitatively – with the most foreign phenomenon, the power of the Other.

“Promise I'll be kind”

Perhaps this is best exemplified simply by the desperate, romantic vocal performance Gaga gives to “Paparazzi.” Though sung from the perspective of a paparazza, the song is invariably (of course) performed by the pop star. Its desperate professions of love and devotion cannot help but bleed beyond the lines of the fictive, narrating stalker persona; Gaga’s love of fame leads to her love of photographers, of stalkers, and that shows in her vocal and live performances. In these performances of the song, Gaga often dies – the pop star martyring herself for the sake of her death-obsessed “fans”? So desperate to give them what they so desperately need that she will die – and live again? In the extreme intimacy of such a symbiosis, is the distinction between performer and audience somewhat arbitrary?

Rifai writes, “In this interpretation, the paparazzi unwittingly function as disciplinarians who cleverly keep stars in line – and perhaps even transform them into seemingly ‘docile bodies’ – because they document them from the moment they step outdoors to the moment they return home.” While I do agree with this reading, it seems to me that equally present in Gaga’s project is the idea that the performer (the object, the stalkee) does have agency. We know all the clichés about record executives manufacturing the fame and success of performers, but doesn’t this overblown cynicism more or less miss the undeniable participation of the superstar? In the paparazzi-superstar symbiosis, being watched becomes as active, as needed, as watching. The active voice of “he watches” is usurped by the passive of “she is being watched.” In highlighting the power of the viewer’s view, the power of the viewed’s performance should not be forgotten: the ability to become what(ever) others want is still an ability, an action, an agency, and undoubtedly a creative and powerful one. 

Slime Dress; Fluid Body

This trouble of perspective – this “who is objectifying whom?” and the change in power-dynamics such grammatical uncertainty causes – is further illustrated by the inversion of the human relations carried out in these narrative shifts. Because Judas, Jesus, and Mary sequentially pass through the same “I,” it is impossible to establish the power-to-act of any one exclusively. Sometimes Judas precedes the verb and occupies the subject position, acting upon Jesus (“I’ll bring him down, bring him down down”), and other times their position is reversed (“forgive him when his tongue lies through his brain”). The absence of a single power-vector, of a monarchical subject, is revealed. In such a multi-polar world, the whizzing of activity overwhelms the nodal sobjects – “nodal” because they now occupy a relative, rather than privileged, position; and “sobject” being a neologism denoting what is left after the subject/object distinction has been deconstructed. Action/verb overshadows both subject and object: being conditioned not by doers and objects, but conditioning them. The thematic subjects of these songs become their grammatical verbs: sacrifice, betrayal, and love in “Judas”; longing, obsession, performance, observation in “Paparazzi”; fucking as well as simply being (anything, everything) in “Government Hooker”; and acting (without permission or condition) in “Scheiße.”

Thus the verbal theme of “Judas” communicates a feeling of anguished backsliding ever attendant on desperate aspirations – whether the speaker is someone remembering an addictive, abusive relationship they are not yet over or Jesus clinging to his wayward disciple, it is the action of reaching above while dragging behind that lingers above all uncertainty: “Jesus is my virtue, while Judas is the demon I cling to.” Similarly the fluid identities of “Paparazzi” lead to an endless loop in which longing longingly regards longing: the paparazzi obsessively pursue the star, who obsessively pursues fame, represented in the figure of the paparazza. The photographers struggle to take pictures of the star struggling to be photographed. These songs are not about narrators but about actions: anguished backsliding and longing. And these are, after all, two rather similar actions. The painful backsliding in “Judas” complements the insatiable longing of “Paparazzi.” Just as the narrator of “Judas” is torn between what she knows is good for her and what she knows is bad for her, the narrator of “Paparazzi” can never conclusively achieve that for which she longs. Fame exists only in being hounded by photographers and stalkers; the invasive torture that has killed Gaga in so many performances is what the superstar pursues. She responds to desire, to interest, both of which are endless (and endlessly variable) appetites – she is condemned, has condemned herself, to transform forever. The singer of “Judas” desires something (Jesus, virtue) that her nature (which clings to Judas) precludes. She is caught between the initiation and completion of an action, just as the singer of “Paparazzi” is denied satisfaction: her goal, longing, is the antithesis of satisfaction!  In the end, the symbiosis of performative identity dissolves the subject and the object into verbs, making a universe where completion, satisfaction, and rest are impossible because there is only timeless action.

This trope – the paradoxical, transformative nature of performative identity – appears in the song “Government Hooker” from her recent album Born This Way. The song highlights the alternation between power and exploitation inherent in performative identity. Gaga sings “I can be anything, I’ll be your everything/Just touch me baby, (‘cause I don’t want to be sad)” – with the last line sung in a metallic male voice utterly at odds with the female pop voice that delivers the first three lines. Beyond the question of who is speaking (of who is subject and who is object), these two voices comprise a single, coherent, interwoven narrative: one of desire mutating and multiplying to satisfy itself. The distinction between the client and hooker is secondary to their mutual performance, their speaking, their reality, which is one of cooperation: the hooker becomes whatever is necessary for the client. Thtthis simple lyric also suggests that the hooker has her own agenda – after all, she gives a command to the client when she says “just touch me,” she reveals her agency, and any prostitute does have an agenda. He or she is exploited; but at the same time a prostitute demands and receives of her client just as her client does of her (money). Perhaps this suggests that it is a trick of history, of situation, and not one of fundamental reality, that certain roles or professions are weak, amoral, and victimized.

“Put your hands on me”

Two commonly-appearing verses in the song further suggest the power of the hooker and, more fundamentally, the unity of hooker-client, the problematization of the subject/object distinction: “As long as I’m your hooker!” and “Yeah, you’re my hooker!” (conspicuously not sung in a mechanical and masculine voice, but in that of the feminine narrator). These suggest, first, that the hooker functions as such contingently and temporarily: “As long as I’m your hooker” implies the corollary that all the promises and offers of the song end when the “I” is no longer “your hooker” – which is thus at least theoretically possible. Again, it is important to distinguish between the reality of prostitution in society and the ontological relationship here metaphorized as prostitution: Gaga’s performativity in this area is more a critique of Cartesian dualism and the panoptic power of the gaze that it produces than it is a statement on the social reality of prostitution.

“As long as I’m your hooker”

With this in mind, it is clear that these two verses suggest the agency of the hooker regarding the client, even going so far as to reverse the relationship, thereby removing the distinction between the prostitute and her client. Following a display of Freudian versatility – “I could be girl (unless you want to be man) / I could be sex (Unless you want to hold hands) / I could be everything, I could be anything, I could be Mom (unless you want to be Dad)” – Gaga closes the song with a triumphant, feminine, hooker-voice in chorus with the mechanical, masculine, client-voice: “I wanna fuck Government Hooker (back up and turn around) / Stop shitin’ me Government Hooker (put your hands on the ground!) . . . (Get down!)” The song transforms by its end from a tale of object-exploitation at the hands of the subject (client exploits prostitute) to a mutual celebration of their power over one another, and an enaction of their unity. Both exercise and enjoy power and submission alternately, simultaneously, and complimentarily. As the identities of the two are “reduced” to actions or verbs, their symbiosis is revealed.

This metaphysical statement of empowerment expressed as grammatical trouble takes on a similar form in the song “Yoü and I,” a rocker ballad written by Lady Gaga about her (now ex-) boyfriend Lüc Carl. Much of the verses are sung by Gaga as Gaga: “It’s been a long time since I came around . . .” But in the lead-in to the chorus, and in the chorus itself, Gaga quickly blends speaking as herself, speaking as Lüc, and speaking as Lüc speaking as Gaga. When she sings, “He said, ‘sit back down where you belong, in the corner of my bar with your high heels on / sit back down on the couch where we made love the first time and you said to me: ‘something about this place. . .’’” the chorus to follow has transformed into her quotation of Lüc’s quotation of her. With this in play, does Gaga have a stronger claim than Lüc himself to the narrator, to be the character of the character song? The title certainly fails to establish just who is “you” and who is “I,” instead making the narrative identity totally ambiguous with the simple use of supposedly-reliable pronouns. Who can claim to be the “you” or the “I,” though both terms claim specificity? Both are in irresolvable play. The song professes the love of Gaga for Lüc by professing Lüc’s love for Gaga. This revealed reciprocity leads to union – not coincidentally metaphorized by a joyous love.

You taste like whiskey when you kiss me, oh!

This continued, extended play goes so far as to suggest that the actor may be a feature – perhaps a secondary one – of action. Subject is not the prerequisite or creator of action, but a feature of its (grammatical) voice. This makes sense in an aesthetics where action has become the character of a character-song. If we are what we do (what we perform?), Gaga is a superstar and a stalker and a paparazza; she is Jesus, Judas, and Mary; also hooker and client; politician and activist; Lüc and Gaga. I believe that such a metaphysics is at the heart of her fame project and her entire performance art project. As Rifai and Gaga herself have suggested, her work must be understood as a whole: music, videos, performances, interviews, every costume . . . And this work – her persona that encompasses such contradictions of power and exploitation – undermines discrimination at its most basic level, by accepting the other as the other, by ascribing agency to the object as the object. It does not seek that agency by demonstrating that the object is really a subject or demanding that it become one, not by unifying all people under a single theoretical concept of “human” that remains at bottom a straight white man, but by ascribing rights, ascribing agency and creativity to the object without demanding that the object becomes something different, without qualification or any justification besides the assumption that every thing should – does – have agency, and is equal despite manifold perceptible differences. In response to the flat assertion that a hooker, as a grammatical object, could never have agency, Gaga’s metaphysics offer a flat assertion that a hooker obviously is the origin as well as the target of power; thus not that the hooker is a subject, but that an object shares the claim of the subject to agency. The object has an equal right to “I”.

Finally, the song “Scheiße” functions as a commentary on this entire principle. The song, when read as addressed to shit, (“I’ll take you out tonight, do whatever you like / Scheiße Scheiße be mine, Scheiße be mine”), becomes a pining, hopeless love song, very similar in this way to “Judas” and “Paparazzi.” Gaga is pleading to be worthy of her shit – her messy (by)product, her action, and its outcome. As in “Government Hooker,” in “Scheiße” a desperate polymorphous perversity is employed to entice and earn her own activity: “I’ll . . . do whatever you like . . .” Performance, transformation, and creativity seek desperately to seduce themselves by means of themselves.

Scheiße be mine

But Gaga also wishes that her action didn’t require this qualification – that her verbs did not require a subject. This regret contrasts interestingly with the desire to be worthy: Gaga uses the same word (“shit” or “Scheiße”) to mean her creations (foremost of which is herself) that she worships, and the limitations and qualifications that limit her ability to create, to be. What she is grappling with here is the fundamental unfreedom of existence: if you create something, you become unfree to not have created it. In terms of performative identity, you can be anything, but once you are, you are no longer free to be something else. The desire or impetus to create means that one is never without condition – desire to create is a condition that creation always requires! Gaga might sing “I wish I could be strong without the Scheiße, yea,” but strength requires at least something to bear. The perfect freedom offered by performative identity is, considered from a different perspective, perfect unfreedom: you must enact yourself, you cannot enact another. The “shit” Gaga produces – herself – limits the potentiality that she wants to be to a mere actuality; achieving one possibility extinguishes all others.

Gaga’s mediation on this paradoxical, existential freedom-unfreedom is expressed as a feminist message: “Love is objectified by what men say is right / … blonde high-heeled feminists enlisting femmes for this, express your woman kind / fight for your rights.” Gaga recognizes that the grammatical privileging of subject over object operates as a blueprint for various forms of discrimination – in this case, sexism. Being a strong female means acting without qualification (“If you’re a strong female, you don’t need permission”) – of occupying the role of assumed efficacy that has so often been gendered masculine. So she makes the taking of this space (“When I’m on a mission, I rebuke my condition / If you’re a strong female, you don’t need permission”) the condition and goal of gender liberation. It could be the goal of any emancipatory or anti-discrimination movement, combating exploitation by combating objectification at its most fundamental level.

This feminist aspect is best exemplified in the line “I don’t speak German but I can if you like.” Here Gaga attaches overcoming herself (speaking German even though she can’t speak German) to the condition of a man’s desire. As long as the traditional grammar remains the basis of power and agency, she can only overcome herself, grow, be strong, accomplish, act, through either the fiat or the imitation of masculinity. Instead of the self-expression of performance being guided by Gaga herself – by her project of becoming worthy of her shit – that expression, that creation is guided by the desires of men: by the shit of others. It may not be possible, on a fundamental, ontological level to escape the conditions inherent in existence; but Gaga does see a way for womankind to escape the conditions imposed by patriarchy. A new grammar, a new verbal perspective, to express the power of the object as well as of the subject.

Thus I argue that the narrative play of Lady Gaga’s lyrics offers both a re-imaging of the character-song form and a key to understanding not only the meaning of her songs but the nature of her entire artistic project. The grammatical troubling of this voice expresses the theme of performative identity and the radical agency to which it leads. It is at once philosophical and emancipatory, artistic and political; it is itself a paradox, a unity achieved not despite contradiction, but by means of it.


Perhaps this is a meaning of the third eye Gaga wears on her chin as Mother Monster in the video for “Born This Way”: her two eyes have been inverted and deconstructed into one. Does this eye have sobjective vision – seeing and also seeing its own seeing? Does it unify power and submission in one perceptive act? Can it see what is without losing sight of what might be?




Author Bio:
Eddie McCaffray is a PhD student studying medieval history at Arizona State University.

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Monday, June 6, 2011

GAGAGRAPHY: Gaga, “Judas,” and Saint Theodosia

Background: On 28 March, 2011, Gaga Stigmata published a piece by Roland Betancourt that explicated “fragments” of “Judas,” which was still unreleased at the time, save for a few lyrics. Roland analyzed the fragmented lyrics, as well as Gaga’s costumes, interviews, tweets, and performances leading up to the production of the video for “Judas.” Included with his piece was an image of an icon of St. Theodosia. As Roland has since pointed out, this very image of St. Theodosia appears to be a prototype for Gaga’s costume that she wore for the scene of the “Judas kiss” in her video.    

Definition: Gagagraphy is the branch of Gaga studies that seeks to identify, describe, and interpret the content of images depicting Lady Gaga. A Gagagraphy studies all the various components of an image of Gaga, mining for meaning the image’s positioning of its figure, her gesture, her costume, her props (animate and inanimate), her facial expression, her makeup, etc. A Gagagraphy also studies potential visual precursors to images of Gaga, seeking to understand from where Gaga’s iconography draws its inspiration, its influences, its visual quotations. Gagagraphy often necessitates comparative analysis, drawing meaning from the exercise of comparing and contrasting Gaga’s images with her visual influences.

Directions: Meditate upon the following images of Gaga, taking into account their various components. Then compare and contrast Gaga’s images with the icon of St. Theodosia. Leave your analysis in the comments.

Fashion Credits: Catsuit and headpiece by Perry Meek and Haus of Gaga; Red Faux Fur by Adrienne Landau; Cross ring by The Dragon Lady; Lipstick Gun by Haus of Gaga; Fashion Director, Nicola Formichetti




Below: Icon of St. Theodosia (13th century, Byzantine); located at St. Catherine’s monastery at Sinai.

St. Theodosia, the Defender of Icons – so called because she was executed for protecting the image of Christ, which stood over the Chalkè Gate in Constantinople (19 January, 729).


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Sunday, May 29, 2011

GAGAGRAPHY: Gaga, "Judas," & Francis Bacon

Definition: Gagagraphy is the branch of Gaga studies that seeks to identify, describe, and interpret the content of images depicting Lady Gaga. A Gagagraphy studies all the various components of an image of Gaga, mining for meaning the image’s positioning of its figure, her gesture, her costume, her props (animate and inanimate), her facial expression, her makeup, etc. A Gagagraphy also studies potential visual precursors to images of Gaga, seeking to understand from where Gaga’s iconography draws its inspiration, its influences, its visual quotations. Gagagraphy often necessitates comparative analysis, drawing meaning from the exercise of comparing and contrasting Gaga’s images with her visual influences.

Directions: Meditate upon the following image of Gaga, taking into account its various components. Then compare and contrast Gaga’s image with Bacon’s artwork. Leave your analysis in the comments.

Fashion Credits: 
Purple catsuit and gloves by Mugler 
Cape by Perry Meek/Haus of Gaga
Fashion director, Nicola Formichetti

Francis Bacon, Figure With Meat (1954)

About this artwork, the Art Institute of Chicago notes:
Permeated by tormented visions of humanity, Francis Bacon’s paintings embody the ethos of the postwar era. Beginning in the late 1940s, Bacon created a series of works modeled on Diego Velázquez’s Portrait of Pope Innocent X (1649/50), in which he transformed the celebrated masterpiece into grotesque, almost nightmarish compositions. In this version, he replaced the noble drapery framing the central figure with two sides of beef, directly quoting Rembrandt van Rijn and Chaim Soutine’s haunting images of raw meat. By linking the pope with these carcasses, Bacon allowed the viewer to interpret the pope alternately as a depraved butcher, or as a victim like the slaughtered animal hanging behind him.

Diego Valázquez’s Pope Innocent X (1649/50) was a direct influence on Bacon’s painting, as was Rembrandt’s Carcass of Beef (1657):



“I kinda like this one, Bob. Leave it.” – The Joker

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Holy Fool • Holy Scheiße

By Meghan Vicks 

The following is a companion piece to STIGMATAVISION 1: Holy Fool


Cause it’s a hard life, with love in the world.
And I’m a hard girl, loving me is like chewing on pearls.

When Lady Gaga sings “I’m just a holy fool” in “Judas,” she succinctly articulates the status she now occupies. Meaning, the role of the “holy fool” fittingly describes Gaga’s aesthetic and, especially, how the public reacts to her. Traditionally, the holy fool embodies the most squalid and debased of men, and, at the same time, the most godlike and perfect of men; what is most glorified is present in what is most sullied. Likewise, as we’ve written ad nauseum here at GS (we believe in honoring our vomit, too), Lady Gaga is another such figure who places sacred and meaningful aspirations in the most dismissed and illegitimate of today’s cultural figures, the pop starlet.

As artists, we are eternally heartbroken.


But the “holy fool” may also perfectly describe this phenomenon of academic and creative studies on Lady Gaga, which, in the first place, seek to take Gaga seriously as a subject of academic discourse (that is, we bring what is often regarded as the trash of culture [e.g. pop music and performance] into the space of high culture [academia]), and, in the second place, aim to challenge our own epistemological foundations, to reconsider what legitimate scholarship looks and reads like, just as Lady Gaga has forced us to reconsider (once again) what legitimate art looks and sounds likes. And as Lady Gaga’s spectacle, like the Holy Fool’s, often ignites people to outrage, to throw stones at such a figure who would dare to challenge the lines between the sacred and the profane, so we here at Gaga Stigmata provoke our readers to lash out just by engaging in an academic project that studies Lady Gaga. Stones are thrown from both sides of the line: by those who think we’re reading “too much” into Lady Gaga, who think we should just enjoy her project for what it is (meaningless but fun! pop music, they say); and by those who think we’re misappropriating theory, sullying that sacred thought by applying it to Lady Gaga’s hairbow or her video for “Born This Way.” These are the ones who advise us to use our talents for something that “matters,” or who tell us how disappointed they are that all this energy is being spent on a figure like Lady Gaga. How many times have we been offered the philosopher’s straightjacket? We’re writing our way to Bedlam, sullying with glitter the Ivory Tower, or spoiling the lighthearted pop party with our persnickety analyses that unearth much more in “Just Dance” than a simple party song.


Do you know the feeling, when your heart is so hurt, that you could feel the blood dripping?

However, we maintain that people’s reactions to Lady Gaga and our readers’ reactions to Gaga Stigmata say a great deal about how challenging and meaningful a figure like Lady Gaga actually is, and tell us much about what academic study like GS does: that is, both Lady Gaga and Gaga Stigmata make us uncomfortable precisely because they dare our epistemologies to uphold themselves, they challenge what we know about culture, knowledge, art, politics, gender, academics, music, etc. They threaten our precious borders, forcing us to encounter the abject – that impossible and unthinkable ambiguity that resides on the outside, in “the place where meaning collapses” (Kristeva 2). Gaga and GS bring us face-to-face with “a ‘something’ that [we] do not recognize as a thing. A weight of meaninglessness, about which there is nothing insignificant, and which crushes [us]. On the edge of nonexistence and hallucination, or a reality that, if [we] acknowledge it, annihilates [us]” (ibid). So we revolt (vomit), rage against their abject that so threatens our knowable world.


Of course, such reactions speak volumes about the public’s expectations of the pop star and academic discourse, but they are also, at times, a kind of sin. People self-righteously judge, call names, wish misfortune upon, condemn, censor, and lament both Gaga and GS. They throw stones, but do not pause to consider that maybe these stones are part of the point.

I don’t want the 5 dollars in your pocket, I want your soul.

A spectacle – either in pop music or in academic discourse – that forces people to react, that challenges basic assumptions, that merges the sacred and the profane. It is in this way that both Lady Gaga and Gaga Stigmata are reminiscent of the holy fool. For he resides precisely in the neverland between the sacred and the profane: he is the spectacle that performs against a Janus-faced background of official pomp of the state/church (//s academia) and ribald culture of folk laughter (//s Gaga). This notion of performance is central to both the hagiography of the holy fool, and to the popular understanding of the figure: his foolishness was often seen as his choice, as a willful acceptance of humiliation and suffering. His folly was therefore a deliberate spectacle of self-debasement, an intended kenotic performance through which his self was emptied and relinquished for the sake of the salvation of others.

The effects of this spectacle were many in form and single in intent – to variously bring the spectators closer to the divine. One desired effect was to lead the audience directly into sin, to encourage their taunts and abuses of the fool. The fool would then ask God’s forgiveness for their sins: “The ‘madman’ prays for forgiveness for his fellow ‘madmen’” (Murav 25). Another effect was to unmask and stage the degraded state of humanity, and its concurrent need for redemption. Again, the fool’s performance and spectacle comes to the forefront. A third effect was to provide a site of resistance against official culture in the figure of the fool. In all, the holy fool’s inverting and inverted figure and performance do not simply intend to demonstrate the relativity of existence, but endeavor to draw the sacred to the debased human world.


We are not just Art for Michelangelo to carve, he can’t rewrite the agro of my furied heart.

In the past few months leading up to the release of her sophomore album Born This Way, Gaga’s been repeatedly saying, “let the cultural baptism begin.” It’s time, she tells us, to clean culture of its sins, and Gaga herself is the kenotic figure through which this will happen. Like the holy fool whose spectacle reveals society’s degradation and actively affects its spectators, drawing them in and forcing them to react to the degraded culture embodied in the holy fool, ultimately rousing them to sin against him so that he can pray for their redemption, so Gaga provokes and challenges us, causes many of us to sin against her precisely so that the culture as a whole may be baptized – emptied of its sins through Gaga, who forces their release upon her figure. She invites us to stone her: rage against Gaga, so that she can cry for us. Empty your hatred upon her, so that she can pray for your redemption. The point is, the stones are necessary for the baptism to take place – the cultural baptism cannot occur if people keep hidden their various sins, prejudices, and hatreds. All these must be purged (vomit, again) in order for cultural cleansing.

I want the deepest, darkest, sickest parts of you that you are afraid to share with anyone because I love you that much.

We perform the role of the holy fool as well, finding the highest, most sacred meaning in this free bitch who makes millions singing pop music and trotting her bare ass all over creation. Our writings threaten some readers, forcing them to sin. And we shed tears. It therefore happens that stigmata of Gaga’s wounds have begun to bleed through our writings, strangle our words. Gaga Stigmata is shedding its italics, becoming literal, corporeal stigmata. We embody her – our criticism takes on her flesh and tears; we vomit her puke.

Like Kate in STIGMATAVISION 1, we break out in Gaga’s rash. It’s physiological, not just mental, this reaction/relationship to Gaga. This art/criticism makes us anxious precisely because it forces us to dress in our former wedding attire and confront those ideas/people/ideals to which we were once wedded and now can no longer be. We’ve evolved, and the blood spilling from our words and onto our wedding dresses is proof of the growing pains.


We work, so maniacally, to reconsider and revise what academic writing does and looks like, while loving so sincerely (like a spouse, maybe) the academy. We also love Lady Gaga, so much that when she bleeds on stage we feel blood soaking through our shirt, replacing the ink in our pens as we write our research. But we remember that love is like a brick, which is a lot like a stone – it can also build a house or sink a dead body.


Prejudice is a disease. And when they come for you, or refuse your worth, I will be ready for their stones. I belong to you.

So throw your stones: give us this day, our daily Scheiße. We’ll take it to the Electric University, light it up in those ivory halls. Let the academic baptism begin.


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Saturday, May 21, 2011

STIGMATAVISION 1: HOLY FOOL

By Kate Durbin

Friday, May 13, 2011

Judas Gaga: Five Scenes from a Motorcycle Fellini PopArt Fantasy Film

By Andrea Quinlan

The following piece is the seventh in our series on “Judas.” For the first piece, click here; the second, here; the third, here; the fourth, here; the fifth, here, the sixth, here.


1. Entrance of the Motorcycle gang

JUDAS
white letters on the back of a black leather jacket
JESUS
a crown of gold glittered up thorns
LADYMARYMAGDALENEGAGA
blue cape aviator heart shaped gaze
Together we'll ride into the sunset

2. In the Electric Chapel

We don’t yet have a bride
But a lady with crosses on her velvet bra/heart
And her red plastic heart on blue leather
As she sings and dances
Judas looks at her like a meat dress
Before bumping, grinding and fighting
Jesus looks on with a glassy stare

3. Lipstick Betrayal 


Three times and still you betray me
Now it is my turn
With my gold gunshot lipstick kiss
I make my mark
I smear it across your cheek
The one I love the one I betray
It is written JUDASJUDAAA

4. Water Baby

A Golden Madonna standing on the shore
As the waves crash on the shoulders of her GucciChanel
In a Felliniesque dress drenched by the water 
This fountain gives life as it takes it away

5. Our Lady’s Second Video Death

The first time he threw her off a balcony
Now she is dressed for a white wedding away from the flashlights
In a time of stones and fire
A sacrifice
A collapse in makeup
A jewel and a tear

Author Bio:
Andrea Quinlan has an MA in Art History. Her work has been published in Defect Perfection Literary Review, Delirious Hem, and Gaga Stigmata.

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Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Jesus ◊ Judas

By Vanessa Place

The following piece is the sixth in our series on “Judas.” For the first piece, click here; the second, here; the third, here; the fourth, here; the fifth, here.


With uncanny historicism, the Judas video was released while another great cultural metaphor played on the world stage, one which also revealed the workings of terror and desire. For, in addition to the assassination of Osama Bin Laden, Jodie Foster’s The Beaver was released in theaters nationwide. For those who missed the picture, The Beaver, directed by Foster, was about a “hopelessly depressed” toy manufacturer (played by Mel Gibson) who finds his way back to nuclear family happiness via his discovery of, and communication through, an old hand puppet – a cloth beaver. In a review, The New York Times critic noted that the character of the mad father was upstaged by his mouthpiece: “Take away his puppet, and the man disappears.” While this is true of Gibson and his anti-Semitism in particular, could we not also say more generally, take away his beaver, and man disappears? And what we have in Judas is a case of the disappearing beaver.

The video begins with a nod to Judas Priest/Hell’s Angels, a nod that nods twice, as the coupling of heaven and hell has been a match made here on earth at least since Blake put the two in tasty proximity. If this sounds like a candy treat, it is that as well: while the video is full of iconography, it is iconography sans bite or significance. Jesus is a very cute Latino man who mostly stares, blank and beautiful, his lips fruit-juicy and apple-pink, while Judas is the kind of bad-news-but-scruffy-cute white guy who is at home anywhere there is canned beer and Nikki Sixx. Lady Gaga, as Magdalena, wears a prescient crucifix, because there’s no future tense like the past. For today’s transgression lies in the absolute lack of transgression, in the smooth absorption of all that was once considered something worth fighting or fighting for. We’ve seen it, done it, dismissed it, embraced it; the human stain is but a birthmark, meaning nothing more meaningful than pigment. By way of iconographic comparison, Madonna’s Like a Prayer (1989) featured fistfuls of Catholic referents, played, as Madonna will play them, straight. A saint is a saint is a saint. A crucifix means something, especially when it’s set on fire, and sure enough, a person of color completes the object-circle, making sure we get the goddamn point about love or whatever. In Judas, Jesus is cute, Judas cute, a gold-plated gun is no more or less phallic than a bright red lipstick, and what’s divine is the decoupage. WWJD, indeed: J who or who’s J to you?


Lacan’s lozenge (◊) represents envelopment-development-conjunction-disjunction, the meeting of that which is greater than (>) and that which is less than (<), that which is alienated from (˅) and that which is conjoined to (˄). In the matheme for fantasy ($ ◊ a), it is the punched-out point (poinçon – being the signature punch of a silversmith on a piece of silver) between the subject and the petit objet a, the ineffable “thing” that is both the Other’s desire (never the desire of another) and the what’s left over from the process of symbolization (more accurately conjugated in the gerund). It is the desire for desire, the self-constituting itself by way of its own traumatic lack. The lack filled by the beaver. Beaver, as you know, is American slang for a slash, a slit, a hole, a rocket socket pocket, a pussy. The woman played in Judas as Gaga as Magdalena, for the story of the Magdalene in this case is not the story of any other Other. The Woman does not exist, and you can’t holla for a dolla if you’re working for fun and for free. But given that this Jesus is not appreciably different, though arguably less life-like, than this Judas, and this betrayal is not between J & J, but is a three-way with Gaga in the middle, this woman, in other words, being the only real actor – the others being simply script, something in the passé compose – the action or passion being played purely as theater, as a series of shuttling sets and crowd shots, then is it not the not that is in play? Though there seems to have been some ruffling of religious feathers after the video’s release, Judas does not offend in the heretical sense because there is no unspooling of real belief. Rather, the imagery here is excremental, sacrament as excrement, as the residual of symbolizing that looks like the shit, but isn’t it. The constituent absent.


Unlike Christ on the Cross or a crutch, or the crotch of Christ analyzed by Leo Steinberg as the Renaissance artists’ proof of Christ’s humanity (necessary for the Renaissance audience, who had no problem believing in the predicate divinity), the Judas Christ is done before He’s begun. He’s Risen and Ready to Rock & Roll. For this “king with no crown” there’s both purple and gold, buckets of the stuff, and backup guys and gals galore, but the turf is astro- and gang-ish, the music Euro synth-pop-like, not percussive or otherwise prone to beating, the break water is just water breaking, and a cistern of holy water is transcendent as a hot tub time machine. The Judas lyrics are a comparable grab-bag of Christian iconographic sound-bites stripped of iconic sense: “Even after three times, he betrays me.” Three times being incantory of something, though not of Peter, though there is a reference to a brick, which is sort of like a rock, which is sort of like an item that can be used for good or bad, though there’s nothing inherent in this or that which underscores or troubles any thesis or theodicy. We’ve got nothing but signification and a star to sail her by. But we also know this nothing is not nothing, that the beaver must be in order for it to not be (the trace of the vanishing signifier presupposes its predicate), effacing the man, any man, man being me in addition to you and whoever you happen to be beside, and thus the Gaga/the Magdalena/the Beaver subs in for saviour & sinner & the sinner who saves. It means nothing but its own allusiveness where allusiveness is simply allusion. Excremental-lite, like long sentences for minor crimes. The only thing that saves Judas from the weight of its own triviality is the way Gaga herself stands for the residual of the Symbolic via the excess of the Imaginary. As noted in the line “I just speak in future tense,” just as the players in this faux-Passion wear the talismans of that which is to come – crosses, cruciform, a crown of thorns – but it’s not bloody, but bling, cachè-4-cash, there’s no trauma in this except the punched-out hole of our desire for meaning. This is the minor note of nihilism, one not born of belief, or belief’s best friend, irony, but one thrown from a subject that only knows itself via its facebook profile. And that’s the face of real terror: the stone-cold stare into the fact there is no mirror, just mask and the nothing that lies beneath. Gaga is not a Warholian screen, for the Warholian screen fundamentally participates in our fantasy of self, that we are something, that I somehow am. Gaga is the digital surface, a composition that exists only in the act of composing, which is always an adaptation, another kind of referral without referent. “Judas kiss” is the kiss that betrays; when Gaga sings, “Judas kiss if you’re offended, you betray me,” she plays a faux mirror-move because if you take offense to this, this beaver, this punch-point, you betray the “me” of Gaga, but there’s no “me” that’s her, because, if you’ll remember, she’s monstrously “you.”


Author Bio:
Vanessa Place writes poetry, prose, and art criticism; she is also a criminal lawyer and co-director of Les Figues Press. Her most recent work is available in French as Exposé des Faits, and in English as Statement of Facts. Kenneth Goldsmith has called Place’s work “arguably the most challenging, complex, and controversial literature being written today.”

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