Rosalyn D'Mello: A city of desire among ruins
In Athens, where you would imagine there to be a state of utter gloom, there is, instead, a passionate continuation of life
Right now I am sitting on the terrace of my hotel in Athens, unmoored at the sight of the Acropolis. Pic/Getty Images
In an era where all that was meant to be chartered, all that was meant to be mapped and positioned, all that was meant to be discovered has been, I imagine the act of travelling as one of bearing witness. Inundated by picture postcards, it is only when we voyage that we see, with our own eyes, the object or the geographical expanse that previously existed only within the realm of the imagined. There is always a moment of disbelief, especially when the subject of our gaze sneaks up on us and we are suddenly confronted with the magnificence of its reality. Some see first through the lens of their cameras or their cellphones, this second eye an extension of their being. I still rely on the primacy of my own sight. Through my eyes I try to overcome the feeling of being overwhelmed. I rarely succeed. I still cannot believe that I am where I am, and I still retrace the emotional exploration that led me to the foot of the moment.
Right now I am sitting on the terrace of my hotel in Athens. It has been an hour since I took the elevator and took my seat at my table, but I am still unmoored at the sight of the Acropolis that is so easily within view I feel like I could engineer a well-made paper airplane and it would land at the mythical foot of the site where Lysistrata and her Athenian counterparts, all women, chose to protest against the ongoing war with Sparta by denying their men sex, food and emotional nourishment. She was always my favourite Greek character, Lysistrata. I have always admired her ability to intuit that under the right circumstances, with clever manoeuvring and manipulation, men could be compelled to choose peace over war. Lysistrata knew that above all else, above even the need for conquest, it is the human desire for intimacy that reigns supreme. "Imagine a city where there is no desire," the Greek Lesbian poet Sappho wrote in one of her fragments. "A city without desire is, in sum, a city with no imagination. Here people think what they already know. Fiction is simply falsification… This city has an akinetic soul, a condition that Aristotle might explain in the following way. Whenever any creature is moved to reach out for what it desires, Aristotle says, that movement begins in an act of the imagination, which he calls phantasia." I re-read this excerpt from the end of 'Eros the Bittersweet', Anne Carson's series of essays on Sappho's poetry, last evening, as I was listening to Dafne Vicente Sandoval, a bassoon player perform a composition by Jakob Ullman. It was a slow, meditative piece that lilted between just a few notes rendering the bassoon so pliable and harmonious. We were seated in a room in the Athens Conservatory, close to Aristotle's Lyceum, having been led there by the Greek ethnomusicologist, Athina Katsanevaki, who sang three Byzantine songs. We were supposed to be still, but I couldn't suppress the impulse to return to Sappho, as if I needed to summon her to the gathering.
I am here to 'learn from Athens', to obey the premise of Documenta 14, a quinquennial that has, since 1955, always taken place in its home place of Kassel. This year, the artistic director decided to host it as a twin-fold exhibition of contemporary art in two sites, Athens and Kassel (Germany), to encourage a dialogue between the two host countries whose recent relationship with each other has been tenuous. There is no escaping the state of crisis that holds Athenian inhabitants captive. There is anger and frustration. My hotel, located in the heart of Exarchea, the city's anarchist hub, affords me some sense of the complex ideologies that have come to define this particular district.
But I am safe, I am told, despite a supermarket nearby being robbed at gunpoint the evening I arrived. They're not after individuals, they after institutions, I am told, which means I will not be the subject of any attack. Strangely, I do not feel unsafe. And where you would imagine there to be a state of utter gloom, there is, instead, a passionate continuation of life. My first night at the hotel, for example, was a noisy one, because the taverna opposite my room was flooded with young people drinking, conversing, smoking up. I read their activity as a manifestation of a still-desiring city, one that remains optimistic, for optimism is wedded to desire, unlike cynicism. So my first lesson from Athens is this half-baked thought, that as long as we, as a civilization, continue to practise desire, we will not be outdone by our proclivity towards self-destruction. Because our phantasia, which, as Carson summarises, "stirs the mind to movement by the power of its representing the desired object as desirable to the mind of the desirer." Sappho says: "Sokrates calls Eros a Sophist but Sappho calls him weaver of fictions." As long as we still tell stories, sing songs, make art, and thus trade in metaphors, we should outlive the apocalypse.
Deliberating on the life and times of Everywoman, Rosalyn D'Mello is a reputable art critic and the author of A Handbook For My Lover. She tweets @RosaParx Send your feedback to firstname.lastname@example.org
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