Cy was here; Cy's up.

THIS MONTH THE MUSEUM OF MODERN ART, NEW YORK, OPENS THE SEASON WITH "CY TWOMBLY: A RETROSPECTIVE." AS THE PAINTINGS GO UP, TWO WRITERS SIZE UP THE ARTIST'S CONTRIBUTION.

Who's Right? So who's right, do you think? Roland Barthes, or all the others who've written about Cy Twombly--all those for whom the Latin is serious, to be taken at face value, consumed as erudition, as classical humanism somehow magically surviving amidst the barbarism of the late 20th century, a talismanic flower sprouting from a decaying Roman wall? Here that view is in its most sick-making, obsequious form, written by Twombly's assiduous art-historical amanuensis, the Heiner Bastian who is compiling the catalogue raisonne of the paintings, the drawings, the sculptures, the prints. Bastian asks,

Who speaks through Venus and Mars, Amor and Psyche, Leda and the Swan, Achilles and Patroklos, through Achilles' grief and vengeance, through Eros' punished desires, through Orion's blind fate, through Diana, Flora, Theseus, Galatea's triumph, through Keats' Adonais, through Sesostris' sun journey, through Aurelius Commodus' madness, through Catullus, through Caesar's Ides of March: mirrors of masks as in Twombly's identification of Apollo and Mars with the Apollonian and Dionysian principle, as indelible horizon. In The Veil of Orpheu the song of all that is changed, magic moment like the evening over Arcadia. Veil over the song awakening to tears the shades of the dead. Veil, time line and changing context in everything that can be captured as poetry in painting.(1)

For Barthes, it's clear that if the answer to that question is that it's Cy Twombly who speaks, it's just as clear that he can't be speaking straight. Barthes insists that Twombly's graphisms, more those of the schoolboy than of the erudite, only allude to writing, before going off somewhere else. "When TW writes," Barthes says, having decided to refer to Twombly via his own invented cipher for the artist's name, "and repeats this one word: Virgil, it is already a commentary on Virgil, for the name, inscribed by hand, not only calls up a whole idea (though an empty one) of ancient culture but also 'operates' a kind of citation: that of an era of bygone, calm, leisurely, even decadent studies: English preparatory schools, Latin verses, desks, lamps, tiny pencil annotations. That is culture for TW: an ease, a memory, an irony, a posture, th gesture of a dandy. "(2)

Pictorial Nominalism. And what does the name "call up"? For all the other commentators the name signals analogy, the likeness of the thing thought to be found on the surface of the painting. It functions, that is, as the title of th traditional painting: it says, "Here is . . ." as in, Here is the rape of the Sabines, the flight into Egypt, Judith beheading Holophernes. They believe that if it is written Sunset (as on School of Fontainebleau, 1960), then "Here is a light-filled landscape," and they rush to fill in--in their imaginations, but also on the canvas onto which they project them--the places where they know Twombly has stayed: the Lake of Bolsena (although they always say the Lago di Bolsena, since that sounds so much sunnier, so much more Italian), the island o Ischia, the hills of Rome. They fill in whole narratives, as in the going mad o Aurelius Commodus, or the transformation of Narcissus. Representation, they think, is everywhere.

Barthes is clear that Twombly's art does not work by analogy. The name is pronounced, in fact, despite the fact that there is no vista, no Virgil, no Led and the Swan to be found except as scrawled words. "In Twombly's titles, we mus not look for any induction of analogy," he says. "If the canvas is called The Italians, do not look for the Italians anywhere except, precisely, in their name."(3)

Further, Barthes knows that if the inscription, the "pictorial nominalism," doe not operate the terms of analogy (mimesis, representation, likeness), it has another type of function, one he locates along the axis of the performative.(4) The performative is found in its purest form in those of Twombly's paintings that function as dedications: To Valery, To Tatlin. The performative is a modality of language where meaning is identified with the very performance of the statement--as in "I arrest you," "I pronounce you man and wife," "I promise," "I swear," "I toast." It is thus a linguistic operation in which reference is suspended in favor of action: not meaning something, but doing something. It is the nexus through which representation is transmuted into forc (the very one Michel Foucault invoked when he moved in 1968 to associate knowledge and power, arguing that sequestered within every seemingly neutral historical narrative was the discursive axis of the performative's relations of authority. Hence his decision to mark the field of power by calling it discursive, and its scholarly accounts, discourses). Even when Twombly is not actually "dedicating" a work, when he is instead only idly doodling a name on his canvas--Leda, Mars, Bolsena--he is operating within the field of the performative: I mark you, I name you, I call you "painting." This is the big difference, the difference amounting to an absolute rupture of discursive intent, between the notion of the performative and that of analogy.

The others are determined to maintain analogy. Bastian insists that "Twombly sees the object and the sign that stands for it as a simultaneous unity that arises in the act of drawing," with the result that "his gesture and the breath of emotion suffuse the volatile ductus of all his forms."(5) Roberta Smith maintains that "on virtually every canvas, Twombly spells out what he has also painted and drawn."(6) Spotting "the rapidly made vertical marks along the bottom edge of an untitled work done in Rome in 1959," which appear on either side of the scrawled name of the town Bolsena, she elaborates what she takes to be the mimetic puzzle: "These marks could indicate blades of grass," she says, "or equally credible, some method of counting or keeping track, such as marking off the days. They are also dotless exclamation marks, signals of an intense bu unspecified emotion, whether joy or anger."(7) It never occurs to Smith that it is precisely this form of semiological overkill, in which she moves from one "looks-like" to another, that has the effect of undoing semiosis, of scattering and disrupting analogy, acting to perform a violence of the mark that Jacques Derrida would call dissemination: the mark reconsecrated as performative.

An Arena in Which to Act. All the others are not only welcoming analogy but seeing it already prefigured in those works to which Twombly succeeded, as rightful heir. He and Robert Rauschenberg and Jasper Johns perform, in their eyes, a sublation of Action Painting, canceling its abstract insularity but preserving its emotional intensity, and thus continuing an art of expressiveness, revealing therein Abstract Expressionism's own proclivities toward representation, toward landscape (Jackson Pollock), toward the body (Willem de Kooning).

But this, I would say, is a massive misunderstanding, a refusal to acknowledge the implications of Twombly's means, the medium he adopted in 1953 and had perfected by 1955, the medium through which he drew his own conclusions about the import of Abstract Expressionist gesture. Turning away from an imitation of the smears and scumbles of Franz Kline or de Kooning, which he had been practicing at Black Mountain College, Twombly took up graffiti as a way of interpreting the meaning of Action Painting's mark, and most particularly that of Pollock's radically innovative dripped line. For graffiti is a medium of marking that has precise, and unmistakable, characteristics. First, it is performative, suspending representation in favor of action: I mark you, I cance you, I dirty you. Second, it is violent: always an invasion of a space that is not the marker's own, it takes illegitimate advantage of the surface of inscription, violating it, mauling it, scarring it. Third, it converts the present tense of the performative into the past tense of the index: it is the trace of an event, torn away from the presence of the marker. "Kilroy was here, it reads.

In this sense graffiti makes clear that the idea of the painting as the mirror of the painter--an idea suggested by Harold Rosenberg's theory of Action Painting--is an impossible utopia, the dream of an art of presence. Even as graffiti's graphic lash strikes in the present, it registers itself as past, a mark whose violence dismembers the very idea of the image in the mirror, the whole body, Narcissus. Graffiti's character (Barthes would say its genius) is t strike against form, ensuring a field in which the only way the image of the body can survive is as part-object, a concatenation of obscene emblemata, the genital splatter that Twombly went on to enact in his Roman paintings from the early '60s.

It is true that Twombly's works announce a connection to Pollock. He makes this unmistakable in 1955, with Panorama, in which he drives home the lesson of the white paintings from the same year, breaking up the loops and scrawls of the large aimless marks into a more connected "allover" lattice, producing a kind o graffiti/skein at a monumental scale. This bow to Pollock in the regularizing and making rhythmic of the nonetheless violent mark is there as well in Panorama's reprise at the end of the 1960s in the "blackboard" paintings, beginning with Night Watch. But this connection is not an "influence," it is a "reading," or, rather, what Harold Bloom would call a strong misreading, and thus a way of declaring how Pollock's work should be read, at least in Twombly' eyes. Twombly "misreads" Pollock's mark as graffiti, as violent, as a type of antiform. And this misreading becomes the basis of all of Twombly's work.(8) Thus he cannot write "Virgil" on a painting and mean it straight. "Virgil" is there as something a bored or exasperated school-child would carve into a desktop, a form of sniggering, a type of retaliation against the teacher's drone.

And who is the teacher in this parable? Let us imagine him as Robert Motherwell under whose "patronage" Twombly made one of his earliest public appearances.(9) The Motherwell of Mallarme's Swan and of the complete works of Garcia Lorca was ever happy to sell Abstract Expressionism out to classical humanism, to lay claim to "philosophy" and to "literature" by means of gentrifying every loop an every splatter. This Motherwell who had the cheek to muscle in on Pollock's invention and to try to share in its inception, this narrator to whom Robert Hare referred as "the Humbert Humbert of 94th Street," wanted to domesticate Pollock, to make his work over into a lesson in symbolist lyrics.(10) It is thi leading Twombly seems to protest with every means at his disposal. To rewrite Mars as M/ars is to make the deflationary, scatological, schoolroom joke: "Mars = m ... arse." Every French second-grader wants to volunteer to spell the name of the town of Apt: "Ah-pe-te," they say, sputtering with laughter: "[il] a pete," he has farted.

It is this deflationary gesture that Barthes sees as crucial to getting Twombly's tone. Yes, he admits, the Mediterranean light is there, as are the silence and the emptiness. And yes, there is a chain of references inscribed on the canvases that leads from antiquity to the present. He calls this the "Mediterranean effect," and says that "Twombly's inimitable art consists in having imposed the Mediterranean effect starting from materials (scratches, maculae, smears, dearth of color, no academic forms) which have no analogical relation with the great Mediterranean radiance." But he immediately adds that what takes place in each of Twombly's works is an attack on seriousness, on decorum, one that "takes on the appearance of an incongruity, a mockery, a deflation, as if the humanist turgescence was suddenly pricked."(11)

Who Says So? In the unanimity of opinion on Twombly's "classicism," his reverence for the art of the past, the obeisance he pays to tradition, etc., we suspect the hand of the master at work. Bastian is, after all, Twombly's chosen mouthpiece, having published on his work since the early '70s and having been consigned the task of gathering together the entire oeuvre. Bastian's word is the voice of the artist passed along to us, as though by ventriloquy. So if Bastian says it is "a fundamental error" to think of Twombly's mark as a form o graffiti, if he dismisses the latter as regressive and fetishistic, a collectiv lexicon standing "in crass opposition to the psychic activity of Twombly, for whom every line every sign is an expression of a deeply felt emotion or inner experience," we know this to have been dictated by Twombly himself.(12)

Do we care? To what degree do we have to respect Twombly's self-assessment, since it is certain that Twombly himself didn't respect Pollock's? To what degree is it our responsibility to make an independent reading of an artist's work, acknowledging that while an artist may be a good interpreter of his or he own production, it does not follow that he or she will be its best one--no more than the analysand is the best reader of his or her dreams, motives, associations? To the contrary--the analysand is often the worst.

I have no idea which Twombly the Museum of Modern Art's upcoming retrospective will celebrate. Twombly's? Its own? A combination of the two? That it will be mine or Barthes' is the least likely. But one can always hope.

1. Heiner Bastian, Cy Twombly: Paintings 1952-1976, Vol. I, Berlin: Popylaen Verlag, 1978, p. 48.

2. Roland Barthes, The Responsibility of Forms, trans. Richard Howard, Berkeley University of California Press, 1985, p. 162.

3. Ibid., p. 180.

4. For the basis of Duchamp's eventual development of painting as a form of pictorial nominalism, see Thierry de Duve, Pictorial Nominalism: On Marcel Duchamp's Passage from Painting to the Readymade, trans. Dana Polan, Minneapolis: University of Minnesota Press, 1991.

5. Bastian, p. 41.

6. Roberta Smith, "The Great Mediator," in Harald Szeemann, ed., Cy Twombly, Munich: Prestel-Verlag, 1987, p. 20.

7. Ibid., p. 17.

8. See my The Optical Unconscious, Cambridge, Mass.: MIT Press, 1993, pp. 256-65.

9. Robert Motherwell, Notes on Cy Twombly, exhibition catalogue, Chicago: The Seven Stairs Gallery, 1951.

10. [David Hare], "Communication," Art News 66, December 1967, pp. 8-10. This note, written as a contribution to the two-part "Jackson Pollock: An Artist's Symposium" (Art News 66, April and May 1967), was published in belated and semianonymous form since it was a violent attack on Motherwell's accounts of th history of Abstract Expressionism, triggered by Motherwell's own narrative abou his relations with Pollock in "Part One" of the symposium. The Humbert Humbert remark addresses Motherwell's repeated attempts to claim priority to the variou inventions of the period (Hare calls this his "I-diddied-it-first" routine). Hare's indignation is fired by what he points to as Motherwell's outright lies: "Often Motherwell simply states that he was editor of VVV." About the Pollock account, Hare asks, "Why not let Jackson Pollock alone on the floor? Why preten he got down there with him?... In his Art News piece on Pollock, Motherwell states 'Pollock, like myself, was painting on the floor in the early 'forties.' The wording is arranged to give the impression that Pollock was following in Motherwell's footsteps. In actuality, Jackson could not have painted in any other way. While considering the kind of work Robert was doing, it would have been totally unnecessary for him to paint on the floor." This document, which was called to my attention by Lee Krasner, deserves to be more widely known tha it is.

11. Barthes, p. 187.

12. Bastian, p. 48.