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Saturday, February 25, 2012

Jetztzeit and the Messianic Skip of Gaga’s “Scheiβe”: I Don’t Speak German, but Benjamin Does

By Eddie McCaffray


The motif of “skipping” – of a phonograph’s needle or a CD player’s laser beam rudely leaping across the surface of a disk – dominates the song “Scheiβe.” Start from the beginning; play the song. “I don’t speak German but I can if you like, ow! – immediately one wonders what this declaration is apropos of. No one asked you to speak German Lady Gaga, did they? Who was even talking about German? The song just started! Right away, this song creates the feeling that we’ve begun in the middle of something, some other conversation. Something’s been skipped and now everyone is confused.

Then, Gaga’s German [begins 0:03]: incomprehensible gobbledy-gook, yet rhythmic and repetitive. Isn’t that how a CD sounds when it’s really stuck? Dzhep-dzhep-dzhep-dzhep, fhet-fhet-fhet-fhet? Next comes the churning, fuzzy, bass-synthesizer backbone [begins 0:19], and it too sounds like the beginning (or middle) of a thought. It’s resonant, suggestive, even begins to develop like music should before stalling out [example 0:23-0:27] and eventually resorting to repeating itself, to repeating its incomplete opening over and over again – the techno-organ line will do the same a little later [begins 0:41], when it appears. Then, the techno-scratching noises start up [begins 0:26]: they’re what first grabbed me, what first sounded like skipping, what pulled me into this impossible-to-consummate-feedback-loop of a song, of a creative project.


Because that’s where this is going: skipping isn’t just a weird, cool trash-aesthetic sound to build a dance banger around. As usual with Gaga (Stigmata), it’s a creative and ethical practice – even a principle, perhaps. It makes an argument, and it’s a way to do something. Not that we’re done tracing the motif in its simple appearance just yet, however. That was just a little taste of what’s to come. Maybe my essay is skipping a little bit itself.

Once we get into the lyrics proper, the skipping motif becomes explicit. “I’ll take you out tonight, say whatever you like. Scheiβe, Scheiβe be mine, Scheiβe be mine. Put on a show tonight, do whatever you like. Scheiβe, Scheiβe be mine, Scheiβe be mine.” Repetition interrupting itself. Then, the “I”s of the chorus: “I, I wish I got to dance on a single prayer, I, I wish I could be strong without somebody there,” almost as though Gaga is getting stuck on herself, on the self, on her own I. The last phrase then stutter-repeats into a reprise: “Oh, oh, oh, o-oh, without the Scheiβe yea,” Gaga’s voice becoming its own reflexive, diminishing echo. Next, the fragmentary return-and-modification of Gaga’s opening German declaration [begins 1:37]. Eventually, the stuttered “I”s and the fragment of “I don’t speak German but I wish I could . . .” blur together, distort, and literally skip [begins 2:46]. They’re even subsumed into the beat of the song itself. The whole sonic assemblage is reduced, or elevated, to a whirling blend of either not-quite or just-barely intelligible sentence (or musical) fragments, changing their order, recombining, and so on.


So what does this mean? What is the ethical or aesthetic meaning of all this skipping? The main message of the song is that Gaga wishes she could escape all the constraints and prerequisites of her actions: she wants to be strong – potent – without all the bullshit that invariably tags along. The conditions of her actions, or their results. The song itself is explicitly about this problem in terms of feminism or women’s rights; Gaga wants to be herself and do her thing without all this limiting, patriarchal malarkey. And skipping is, in fact, intimately related to this emancipatory struggle: when a fragment of music skips, it rejects its dependence on the principle and progression of the larger song.

Skipping is the rejecting of the intrinsic limitation that you can only sing or play the middle part of the song after the beginning part – or, for that matter, that one sound has to develop into a different-yet-related sound. Skipping puts the middle first, the beginning last, and it never ever gets to the end. Maybe it just plays one tiny part of itself, perhaps the tiny little part it likes best, a million times in a row; it feels no obligation to develop a musical or lyrical idea into its own implications, or to build such an idea out of what has already played, already appeared. The action of the skipping song rejects equally the concept of prerequisite and consequence. Skipping is a revolt both against diachronic development and against synchronic logic.

(It is also the revolt against a complete thought, or a finished identity. It is the musical equivalent of infinite births – of identity as an always-becoming, unfinished process. Born this way.)


Walter Benjamin articulated something similar to the concept of the emancipatory, disruptive skip in regards to (the music of) history:

Historicism contents itself with establishing a casual nexus of various moments of history. But no state of affairs is, as a cause, already a historical one. It becomes this, posthumously, through eventualities which may be separated from it by millennia. The historian who starts from this, ceases to permit the consequences of eventualities to run through the fingers like the beads of a rosary. He records the constellation in which his own epoch comes into contact with that of an earlier one. He thereby establishes a concept of the present as that of the here-and-now [Jetztzeit], in which splinters of messianic time are shot through.

Historicism – the understanding of time as regimented space, filled in evenly with reality, through which human subjects march, leaving the past behind and approaching the future – is Benjamin’s opponent here. What he proposes instead is that the historian, the human being, achieve a relationship with all the scope of history at each moment rather than dutifully marching along the route dictated to him by the historicist schema. Our pasts, the past of everyone and everything, is here with each of us in this present moment, and so too are our futures. We remember, we look ahead, but in doing so, those infinite expanses of time are contained within our looking, and our looking is always in the present, always fills the present.

Thus our own epoch comes into contact with that of an earlier one; Benjamin’s history is one which steps forward out of its dictated place, breaks ranks, moves laterally, reaching across an infinite distance of time and space to apprehend what it needs, what calls to it, what it finds a connection with. It rejects the principle of development. It rejects the constraint that conditions potency: “For in [Judaism’s understanding of time], every second was the narrow gate, through which the Messiah could enter.” Every moment is the moment, of potency, of salvation, of emancipation.


Gaga recognizes this. That’s why this song – a plea or a desperate play for freedom – speaks out of the broken, all-encompassing space of the skip, out of a traumatic gouge on the shining surface of sound that refracts one beam of light into a thousand beams of light:

For Robespierre, Roman antiquity was a past charged with the here-and-now, which he exploded out of the continuum of history. The French Revolution thought of itself as a latter day Rome. It cited ancient Rome exactly the way fashion cites a past costume. Fashion has an eye for what is up-to-date, wherever it moves in the jungle of what was. It is the tiger’s leap into that which has gone before . . . the consciousness of exploding the continuum of history is peculiar to the revolutionary classers in the moment of their action.

It’s no accident that, in the second verse of “Scheiβe,” Gaga replaces the skipping lyric (“Scheiβe, Scheiβe be mine, Scheiβe be mine”) with “Express your womankind, fight for your right.” Emancipation speaks out of the gap opened in mechanism, in determinism, by the skip. The disjunction of linear time foiled, of torn plastic and screeching metal and leaping light, is a gap through which freedom bursts, a space from out of which all things are possible. In “Scheiβe,” Gaga is struggling to get stuck in that gaping void, that zero, that zone of pure potentiality, that nothing which allows for infinite somethings.

But the void is only ever possible as an incomplete or scrambled thought. Which is to say: it’s difficult to dwell there.

Author Bio:
Eddie McCaffray is a PhD student studying medieval history at Arizona State University. In addition to history, he likes philosophy, literature, and the Russian language.

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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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Friday, June 10, 2011

Critical Discourse & Facebook: Analyzing Lady Gaga on Germany's Next Top Model

Dear readers,

The following conversation began on our Facebook page, Thursday, 9 June, 2011. Many excellent readings were made regarding Gaga's performance on Germany's Next Top Model, and we welcome your analyses to continue in the comments below. But this conversation is also an interesting example of the kind of critical discourse that can be instantly generated on social-media platforms like Facebook, gathering together for a roundtable discussion people from all over the world, who may or may not know one another. Therefore, we are also eager to hear your thoughts on critical discourse and Facebook, especially in regards to twenty-first century epistemology.

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Monday, February 7, 2011

Anatomy of Fashion

by Meghan Vicks


When asked during the May 2010 SHOWstudio interview which of the outfits created with Nicola Formichetti was her favorite, Lady Gaga replied,

From that evening [the 2009 Video Music Awards], my favorite piece that we made, created, and designed all together was the performance outfit, the one that bled on its own. As a piece in itself, as an art piece, the garment would bleed on its own, even on a mannequin. It’s such a strong statement of fashion and art. The clothing is alive, it tells a story, it lives and breathes – the soul of the work. That piece was very special. That’s my most favorite we have created.

There is certainly a living, bloody vein that has threaded – or, pulsed – its way throughout Lady Gaga’s ever-evolving fashions. Many of her outfits literally refuse to stay still, from her living dress to her smoking cigarette glasses; and many embody the transience that is so indicative of a living (read: mortal) thing – recall her raw meat dress that evokes a sense of imminent decay, or outfits fashioned entirely from plaits of human hair. Her fashion rejects the notion that clothes are inert, lifeless material, mere coverings for the human body; rather, they become one with Gaga’s flesh. “She’s sleeping,” Gaga told an interviewer, referencing her now-iconic hair bow. Yes, fashion sleeps, bleeds, grows, moves, smokes, and lives in Gaga’s world.

And now, it dies too. And not as a metaphor, as we might refer to the death of last year’s fashion trends. With the release of “Anatomy of Change” (directed by fashion photographer Mariano Vivanco), which previewed the latest collection from Mugler’s menswear that was influenced by the creative vision of Nicola Formichetti, and set to music made and remixed expressly for Mugler by Lady Gaga, it seems that Gaga’s forthcoming album Born This Way and its accompanying performance will feature fashion that dies just as much as it lives. Aesthetics of the waking dead. Life, death, and rebirth – all at once. We’re still dealing with monsters. But now the clothes revel in, or reveal, their capacity for death.

The clothes and images featured in “Anatomy of Change” bring death to the forefront. Formichetti has said that his vision for the collection focused upon “darkness, Berlin, rebirth, and death” (source). Emblematic of this vision is the video’s centerpiece – model Rico “Zombie Boy” Genest, who has lately become famous for having tattooed his entire body to look like a skeleton. The film’s first shot of Rico presents him covered with a black, latexy skin, which he peals away to reveal his skull, his ribcage, his muscular structure – all that is normally covered always by the skin, and most times, by fashion.


The image of Rico reveals the human body literally laid bare, and this is the template upon which Mugler and Formicetti construct their fashions. Think Lear: “Is man no more than this?” But in Mugler/Formicetti’s vision, bare, “unaccommodated man” becomes one with fashion. After all, the skin is literally removed, but the fashion is not. As if to say: fashion has become more a part of human anatomy than human skin. Human skin is superfluous, but fashion is essential – become part of the essence of the human body. Anatomy of change. Formicetti has said of Rico, “he’s like a literal, visual interpretation of what is under the skin as well as a celebration of what’s covering it”; notice that there’s no focus on the skin itself. The barrier is overwhelmed by what it pretends to divide.

Other images in “Anatomy of Change” reiterate this fusion of human anatomy and fashion, wherein fashion takes the place of the skin (as Rico’s tattooed body suggests that he is skinless). Rico, revealed ribcage, and black leather jacket.


Rico’s skull masked by pearls.


Rico, bare-chested, wrapped in a black veil that is reminiscent of a shroud.


But underneath that shroud, Rico’s body – tattooed entirely with signifiers of death – is vibrantly, even defiantly alive. The body reborn from fashion, perhaps. Or maybe, the borders between fashion and the body are now so blurred that we can no longer tell where the body ends and fashion begins. As much as these fashions are about darkness and death, and as much as Rico’s body is marked as a corpse, they are also, as Formichetti’s vision dictates, highly animated. The veils are constantly in flow, in movement, over and above Rico’s body; the strings of pearls appear to asphyxiate Rico, only to jolt him to life. As the lines between body and fashion become indistinguishable, so do the borders between life and death. Which brings us back to the notion of the monster, who so very comfortably resides in these border zones where traditional dichotomies collapse. This liminal place where distinctions between body and fashion, life and death, break down, this zone where the monster resides, is the ultimate creative place – where one can be born this way out of death, out of fashion, out of life, out of the body.
 
This notion – that fashion is a living, breathing, and now dying part of the human body – has been proclaimed by Lady Gaga every day since the very beginning of her career. Isn’t this partly what she means when she tells us, again and again, that Lady Gaga is no different than Stefani? That the image is her truth? And now, fashion is skin.

It is also shit, but shit refigured in a positive way. Gaga’s music for the video, a remixed version of the track “Scheiße” from her forthcoming album Born This Way, begins with Gaga proclaiming “I don’t speak German but I can if you like.” The lyrics that follow have been fiercely debated on various Internet forums. Many who claim to be natively fluent in the German language say that Gaga isn’t singing in German at all, but in some nonsensical language that mimics German. Others have said that she sings, “Ich bin mir absolut klar, Ich trag den Namen Monster, Wir sind alle Familie,” which translates to “I am absolutely clear, I bear the name monster, We are all family.” For the former group, Gaga’s lyrically – and literally – singing “shit” – senseless, ambiguous gobbledy-goop; words that don’t mean anything, other than non-sense. And for the latter group, well, isn’t she singing about metaphorical “shit”? Because monsters are traditionally the freaks and outcasts of society – all this shit that official life withstands. She declares that we are a family of monsters; we are a bunch of shits – or the shits. The song and the video, then, become lyrical and visual love letters to shit: “Scheiße, Scheiße be mine! Scheiße be mine!”

Which brings me to some parallels and predictions:

Prior to the official release of “Bad Romance,” Lady Gaga debuted the song at Alexander McQueen’s runway show at the Paris Fashion Week in 2009. A month later, Gaga released the video for “Bad Romance,” which, not surprisingly, featured many pieces from McQueen’s latest collection. Heels that turned Gaga’s feet into hooves, that crystallized her body, shaped her into praying mantis – clothes that Gaga doesn’t wear, but that become Gaga. Implode the line between the body and the garment – this is Gaga’s fashion.

January 2011. Gaga previews “Scheiße,” a confirmed track from her new album, at the Mugler menswear show. Once again, Paris Fashion Week. You know what I think? Jo Calderone’s going to appear in the video for “Born This Way,” become flesh in those Mugler fashions that so dominantly featured death. He has only existed as an image till now; as Cheryl Helm has written, Jo Calderone is thus far “a construct, a static image on a glossy page; or like an empty suit still bagged up and hanging in Gaga’s wardrobe closet.” And as my friend Roland Betancourt has suggested in an article to be published in Gaga Stigmata’s upcoming book project, Jo Calderone was “born this way” – this referring to the process of taking images – in a photo shoot for Vogue Hommes Japan, styled by Nicola Formichetti.  

If my gut is right (or, maybe I should say, if my fashion is right), Jo Calderone will become animate – or, incarnate – in the most paradoxical of ways: in these Mugler fashions that take their creative inspiration from death. He will be the image that kills death by materializing in it. He will be immanently, essentially born this way out of fashion, photo shoots, and music videos.

And he will be just as much Lady Gaga, as Lady Gaga is Stefani Germanotta.