Survey on the higher-journalist Zizek’s conception of the advent of “kitsch”, with Illustration,
Question: What is the significance of the doctrine of “Kitsch”? That the “new” is ruinous to the tradition, as in the “tragic” Socratic break (cf. Hegel).
In blue shadow, in crumpled gorge, in a remote country, in a small village, there lived alongside the Alps, a true musician. He passed his youth in the civilization left over by the British Empire, within it he was moved by the vanished glory of Catholic and German music. His long tawny fingers produced compositions that surpassed the possibility of the world. The peculiarly magnificent strains of his notes gushed his love of nature. It seemed as though nature herself was singing a praise of solemn thanks for her being. Like Palestrina and Bach, his restless experiments with counterpoint brought him every more fiercely under the spell of an utterly naked creative genius, congenial to his innermost longings.
The youth grew into maturity, fine and handsome the son of farmers married and had sons and daughters, worked in the fields, but truly lived only in the realm of music. So out of step with the planet was his village he was thirty and did not even know the name Wagner, not to say Stockhausen. The tempo and brilliance of his work were unheard of and grew increasingly exciting and daring. One day a copy of the boorish Zizek-gazette, “Hebdomadal Zizek”, found its way into his hands, delivered by some thoughtless passing architecture/design student. He held it in his unstained hands, his ever rejoicing eyes filled with the novelty of its brilliantly reflective pages, he gazed steadily upon the table of contents. How strange it was! Suddenly he found the word music and turned to the article, his emotions in a riot. After several long minutes he turned his face up sharply, his lips formed a curse and his bloodshot eyes showed with anguish.
(Story by an anonymous Polish student of Alexander Dugin, no copyright.)