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Mark simply changed my life. By 2009, the year I started the blogging that would lead to music criticism, he was a central node in a network of bloggers, thinkers and forums that encompassed critical theory, philosophy and several areas of cultural criticism, especially of popular music. It was a conversation and a community I eagerly wanted to participate in, late and all too hot-headed though I was. As commissioning editor of Zer0 books, he fostered the growth and evolution of this network into a collective of thinkers built on diverse, self-contained and regularly powerful statements that went far.
Mark's own essay for the imprint, Capitalist Realism: Is There No Alternative? was undoubtedly one of
the best of the lot. I continue to recommend it widely as one of the best, most
distilled expression of today's ideological challenges. By the end of 2009,
Mark had reached out to me and asked if I wanted to write for Zer0. I was 23. Infinite Music was the result two years later. He told
me that I should reconsider the title I had initially proposed - 'The New New
Music' (can you believe that!?) - which didn't take Mark's genius, but thank
God. His faith in me - this despite my frequent and often crude HTML critiques
of his positions on music - led to so many amazing opportunities and blessings
for the struggling, wet-behind-the-ears critic I was.
I first met Mark in person in April 2010 when we were both
part of a panel discussion at London's Café OTO, a 'salon' under the auspices
of Wire magazine: 'Revenant Forms:
The Meaning of Hauntology'. He was warm, friendly and funny back stage, powerful,
precise, provocative and funny on-stage. Someone I brought to the event who didn't know Mark and his ideas said to me 'but capitalism is the only system that works!' (this of course is precisely what Capitalist Realism describes and addresses). I believe I next saw
him marching alongside thousands of students at one of the protests against the
raising of tuition fees and the cutting of the university teaching budget in
late 2010, an issue that inflamed and unified the blog network like nothing
else, not least Mark himself.
At some point in 2011 I was at a gig behind a pub at which
Maria Minerva was playing. Maria had been taught by Mark during her
Master's at Goldsmith's college. In an amazing moment, Maria gave a shout-out
on stage to her 'professors' - I followed the direction of her outstretched
arm, and there was Mark, leaning against a wall next to Kodwo Eshun. I saw him
at least twice in 2013, once at a symposium at Warwick University on the
Politics of Contemporary Music, where I burned with envious ambition at his
ability to deliver such an on-point, appropriate and funny lecture from only a
small notebook. The other time was in Berlin ,
where I was talking about accelerationist pop for the CTM festival, Mark was
there to talk about the death of rave. We walked from our hotel to the venue,
had lunch, and Mark talked sympathetically and encouragingly about my career
difficulties. He sat in the front row of the talk I gave (and contributed really insightfully to the discussion afterward). I played some of the
kitschiest vaporwave as the audience came in. I'll never forget the bemused
look on his face, as if he was trying to figure out what sort of a hilarious
prank was being played, and whether he wanted in on it. That image of Mark is still
for me the opposite end on the spectrum of vaporwave listeners to the one where
vaporwave is, uncritically, 'just good sincere nostalgic vibes', and it's why I have
no regrets about 'politicising' vaporwave (a genre that in any case owes an
enormous debt to his theorising of hauntology).
But for me there was another Mark as well - the formidable
writer and theorist, k-punk. This voice I began to get to know in 2006, the
year when he did so much to lay the foundations of hauntology (it was his
invention, frankly). It was from k-punk that I learned about something called
'neoliberalism' ('what on earth has this guy got against liberalism?' I would
wonder). It was from k-punk that I learned that post-modernism was not
necessarily the wonderful cultural emancipation I had naively believed it to
be. In fact, during these years I was mostly against k-punk. He was critical of
more recent trends in electronic music, believing them a poor comparison to
what the 90s had offered. This led to a fierce division between writers and
bloggers that manifested not just in blogs but magazine sites and a day-long
conference at the University
of East London
This negativity that got me started, this need to talk back
to the authority figure, was a testament to the power of his writing. But more
so was the way he subsequently taught me as I took a closer look. In preparation for my post on
hauntology, I printed out and re-read everything he'd written on or near the
subject, underlining and making notes. And he convinced me of his position. He
was right. I didn't want to accept his theorising of 'the end of history',
thinking it merely pessimistic. Yet his blog posts are so imaginatively,
seductively, persuasively written. He's probably the most referenced person on
Rouge's Foam. Then I read Capitalist
Realism, and rather than the mere youthful defence of certain musics it could
have been, Infinite Music became an
attempt to stand with Capitalist Realism and answer k-punk's resounding call for a newfound creative imagination. Later, in 2012, it was from k-punk that I learned of accelerationism, and because of his theory
that I used it to describe new forms of electronic music in 'Welcome to the Virtual Plaza.
Mark isn't just the figure behind every significant thing
I've done as a critic. His theory is now deeply embedded in who I am and what I
say. Even the residue of the ideas I have fought against condition my thinking.
I have brought his concepts home, they structure my conversations with my
friends and family. Capitalist realism: describing the ideology that miserable
as it is, there is no alternative to capitalism and that's just the way it is.
Business ontology: the ideology that any social or cultural structure must
exist as a business. His use of the concept of the Big Other - the imaginary
subjectivity supposed to hold important beliefs but may not in fact exist - has
guided me through my personal response to Brexit and Trump. (By the way, I couldn't possibly
summarise Mark's writing - if you haven't read it already, what are you waiting
for?) Even his blackly comic image of a broken neoliberalism, as a cyclist dead and slumped over the handlebars yet continuing downhill and
gathering speed, keeps coming back to me.
Mark eventually became something of a role model to me. Asked
what sort of space I wanted to carve out between academia and public criticism
for my own career, I have often said I wanted to be a Mark Fisher. Yet as he
regularly explained with his astonishing balance of passion and precision, the
world as it is today, its ideologies and its institutions - it's hardly set up
to encourage fringe intellectuals. I'm not sure whether he would have fully
encouraged me to aspire to his career, tied so closely as he well knew to
challenges of mental health (something I started to live in 2014 when, like so many others, my PhD went nowhere). But he did warmly
support and encourage my writing when so many people around me could only
regard it with doubt.
One of Mark's most abiding lessons, and for me at least the
key to his writing, was something he put pithily to me at the end of an email:
'Negativity, not pessimism!' I had not appreciated the subtle but important
difference between the two, but then I instantly did. What a rallying call for the
nightmarish 2010s. And as others have noted, it was his encouragement and
optimism that was especially nourishing. It was certainly not a pessimistic
new-music naysayer who wrote the final words of Capitalist Realism:
The long, dark night of the end of history has to be grasped as an enormous opportunity. The very oppressive pervasiveness of capitalist realism means that even glimmers of alternative political and economic possibilities can have a disproportionately great effect. The tiniest event can tear a hole in the grey curtain of reaction which has marked the horizons of possibility under capitalist realism. From a situation in which nothing can happen, suddenly anything is possible again.
A big long (k-punk-quoting) blog post like the good old
days. I used to apologise for them. Mark never did. I still can't wait to read
his latest book.
The last time I saw Mark was after Dhanveer Brar's lecture on Actress at
Goldsmiths in October. He was talking to his friends and colleagues in the
distance and still, even after all this time, I was too nervous to say hello.
What a fool. I had not stopped to gather up and communicate Mark's importance to me until now, and I hope I don't make such a mistake again.
What I've seen over the cybernetic systems this weekend has emphasised how
important he was to so many others as well, and well beyond the world of theory too.
Goodbye Mark, and thank you.
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