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Dance! Kremlin Palace
by Shintarō Kago, 駕籠真太郎
honestly fucking demented lol. Like Lars Von Trier if he was a manga artist. Shintaro Kago's MO seems to be crossing every line and boundary. Scatalogical, sexual, violent tendencies are blasted out of proportion. Crude and ugly Russian caricatures of communism and corrupt leaders are replete, so much in fact as to lose their shock value. Again I think the best comparison to Kago is maybe von Trier or even the Marquis de Sade, who use systems of transgression to play with the signs of our inherent but not natural ethical predisposition.
The basket story is perhaps the best example of Kago's work, in that it highlights the obsessive element of organization, the fascistic seed of human nature that delves into development without human oversight. Putin, perturbed by the persistence of people putting trash in his bicycle basket, realizes that people will put the same thing in any basket if theres already one item in there (A can, soon the basket is filled with cans, etc) this modest start begins to wreak havoc on the world at large as humans are unable to hide their desire to organize and basketize every part of themselves. Abandoned children profligate in one basket, in another are ugly women. Eventually all humans throw away their past in a basket, becoming children again, wandering the world drooling.
This is typical Kago, the obsessive element replayed again and again until the element becomes the whole. It's fucked up, but it's also very funny. To think of the politics here is funny as well, as Kago's constant invocation of starvation, corruption, bureaucratic incompetency begin to ring hollow as the comic continues. It's almost as if he's echoing the worst fears of a paranoid anti-communist, one so vehemently against anything resembling generosity or reciprocity that they become nearly fascistic in their hatred. The reference here would be Nikanor Teratologen, whose novel Assisted Living works in the very same shit-covered, fecund world that Kago's USSR inhibits.
Chaos reigns, and within (or maybe without, what can we do but run from this) is perhaps a shard of something else
The basket story is perhaps the best example of Kago's work, in that it highlights the obsessive element of organization, the fascistic seed of human nature that delves into development without human oversight. Putin, perturbed by the persistence of people putting trash in his bicycle basket, realizes that people will put the same thing in any basket if theres already one item in there (A can, soon the basket is filled with cans, etc) this modest start begins to wreak havoc on the world at large as humans are unable to hide their desire to organize and basketize every part of themselves. Abandoned children profligate in one basket, in another are ugly women. Eventually all humans throw away their past in a basket, becoming children again, wandering the world drooling.
This is typical Kago, the obsessive element replayed again and again until the element becomes the whole. It's fucked up, but it's also very funny. To think of the politics here is funny as well, as Kago's constant invocation of starvation, corruption, bureaucratic incompetency begin to ring hollow as the comic continues. It's almost as if he's echoing the worst fears of a paranoid anti-communist, one so vehemently against anything resembling generosity or reciprocity that they become nearly fascistic in their hatred. The reference here would be Nikanor Teratologen, whose novel Assisted Living works in the very same shit-covered, fecund world that Kago's USSR inhibits.
Chaos reigns, and within (or maybe without, what can we do but run from this) is perhaps a shard of something else