Feature

Soft Monument

Linda Sok

By Hannah Jenkins

26 July, 2019

There is nothing
      as invisible as a monument.1

A statue casts the dead into oblivion.
  Memory fails and the ritual of building a statue
     for the sake of having a statue
        takes over.

Drift past these anonymous soldiers,
instead, crawl inside soft monuments and
remember—remember without seeing.
Know the past through abstraction, through
osmosis, a gust through an open window.

In a concave warmth
  bathed in golden light,
    the materiality of history
      drapes over, is suspended from,
        and floats through the absurdity
         and banality of violence.
          Banal indeed, like the furniture and
            clothing of victims, invoking
              the presence of loss and the
               greater void of mass trauma.
                What’s a skull to remember?
               Or be remembered by?
             The stupa at Choeng Ek stands
          to pierce our memories –
       amongst a century
    of unimaginable catastrophes
  it stands at a perfunctory scale,
made ugly in its objectivity.

But here inside this soft monument,
  we’ve found a sound-proof chamber.
    Away from history’s echoes.
      Surround and enrobe yourself
                                  in ghostly netting
                                      and formless gold.

This is how an artist understands memory:

In an ongoing oeuvre that works towards
practicing remembrance. A continued effort of
reflection and detail culminating in a feat of endurance
for those who are gone                  for those who are still here.
Now tenderness alone connects us to the past,
and to places and times that are now
permanently disappeared.

Pure evil held a parade and marched
peacefully through the centre of their lives.
A genocidal regime murdered two million
and the psychological wounds
will not be healed with a statue.

A soft monument is for an unwitnessed death.

Cream-coloured netting, flecked and daubed in gold
     pools like curtains or sheets hung out to dry.

The delicate fabric

looks about

to slough off

its own exposed

hooks and poles.

Then a void will be
 all we’re left with,
faced with the indignity
and terror of death.

Eight inanimate figures, then,
cast aside, ripped down.
These are domestic objects–
they are mosquito nets, they are spirits,
they are anthropomorphised, wailing, fainting.
Like an overspill of war,
the fabric bubbles up like seafoam
and surging in that turbulent foam,
the textured gold burns
welcoming and warm, reflective and cold.

Scattered here,
   like it was caught up in a spider’s web
      like it washed downstream
         like it was buried and recovered
            like it was forgotten and remembered

            a thousand eyes staring
         a thousand souls drifting 
      a thousand voices saying
           welcome home,
                 you’re safe now.

It clings to the netting
pulling at it, slicking over it in parts
gently laid on in others

These eight figures—
      solemn and bejeweled—
                         exist together,
                         and are stronger for it.

We are merely their spectators—
for there can never be witnesses
when a memorial is for grief,
and not for the act of violence.

A soft monument is for when pain is not contained
in the single moment but is present in everyday life,
in all interactions.
2 The impalpable atmosphere of this space
creates an electric and transcendent representation of loss that defies
the Western tradition of featuring the body in records and representations of the past.3

But ask
     yourself:

If these figures are perhaps your own shadow
and if those imagined traces of life, glinting in the gold,
are fading from or emerging into the collective memory.

Linda Sok, Soft Monument (2019)
Image courtesy the artist
Image credit: Hannah Jenkins

  1. Robert Musil’s famous 1927 remark, as paraphrased in A. Huyssen ‘Monumental Seduction’, Acts of Memory: Cultural Recall in the Present, (Hanover: University Press of New England, 1999), p. 192
  2. J. Bennet, ‘Art, Affect and ‘The Bad Death’: Strategies for Communicating the Sense Memory of Loss’, Signs, Gender and Cultural Memory Special Issue, (21.1), 2002, p. 346
  3. Mieke Bal, Of What One Cannot Speak: Doris Salcedo’s Political Art, (Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 2010), p. 19

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