Rogue’s Review: Darkseid

October 1st, 2011

I don’t usually deal in the sort of criticism that tries to find the spirit of our time in this or that piece of pop culture detritus, but for the past few years I’ve felt smothered by four little words – THERE IS NO ALTERNATIVE! – and every time I see or hear a variation on that theme, there’s only one face I see.

No point in trying to keep the bastard stuck in a corner anymore.  You can only fight him off for so long, you know?

It’s time to let Darkseid out of the box:

DARKSEID IS… FACISM!

This is the traditional interpretation of the character, one that’s powered as much by biography as it is by textual criticism.

Here’s Tim O’Neil, making the point in fine style:

The reason why the Fourth World remains such a ripe body of work is that, for every criticism that can be leveled against Kirby, it is impossible to fault either the depth of his convictions or the historical accuracy of his conception of human behavior. He fought fascists in the War – not fictional cartoon Hitlers, but real, live Nazis across occupied Europe. Darkseid isn’t a tragically flawed Doctor Doom or an abstract force of nature like Galactus: rather, he is a living embodiment of a very human tendency towards obedience and power. He can be polite, even jocular, but he is never anything but totally ruthless, committed to the conquest not so much of human territory but of human hearts and minds.

You won’t find me arguing with this interpretation, not just because I’ve read and love Kirby’s comic but also because my first encounter with Darkseid was in Grant Morrison’s JLA: Rock of Ages, which featured Darkseid as a triumphant fascist, and provided me with a pretty definitive introduction to the bastard in question:

Still, from where I’m sitting, there’s no argument that Kirby was the king of this shit.  Reading his Fourth World stories today reveals that his Darkseid was much more of a character than anyone else’s – as Tim says, when he shouts at the Forever People for being a bunch of disrespectful hippy bastards, he’s funny, funny like your dad used to be when he went over the score in front of your friends. The thing is, even there, he’s absolutely in control, dictating terms to his enemy – kind of like another bastard we’ve met recently.

Getting back to THERE IS NO ALTERNATIVE, well, what are dictators if they’re not choice thieves who operate on a massive scale? And let’s not pretend that this interpretation isn’t relevant right now, because despite the character’s 20th Century origins, we all know that’s not true.

Still, this isn’t quite why I just can’t keep Darkseid out of my head right now.  To get at that, we need to to try to re-imagine this bastard as he drags us down into the forever pit with him.

To get at this, we need to imagine that–

DARKSEID IS… CAPITALIST REALISM!

Let’s not fuck around here: the most affecting thread in Final Crisis involved old fashioned tough-guy investigator Dan Turpin’s struggle against Darkseid, the god of all evil.  This exactly the sort of conflict that superhero comics exist to externalise, to transform into crude entertainment via the copious use of lightning bolts, fourth dimensional sharks and cosmic wang-hammers.  Final Crisis was a deliberately perverse example of the form though, so Grant Morrison and JG Jones decided to push this conflict back inside the human mind, forcing Turpin to fight for the fate of humanity by staring at his ruined face in a mirror:

The version of Darkseid we find here is an abstract concept that is trying to infect the consciousness of this poor bastard so that it can be born again.  This Darkseid might be less of a character and more of a predatory, unnatural force than Kirby’s, but it’s still effective, still horribly existential, the horrible cracked canvas of Turpin’s face matched line for line by the despairing narration that accompanies it:

Tell yourself. There’s always hope. Never give up.

Sure, life is hard. I fought monsters, gangsters, super-creeps, but I never backed down. I never asked for help.

Lord, help me, now, someone help me. I can’t hold back the storm on my own anymore.

I tried to show them what humanity’s made of. But wrestling with Darkseid, well… it’s like trying to beat the ocean unconscious.

My choice. All mine. The choice is simple. Because, here, at the end, there’s no choice at all. Only Apokolips and Darkside. Forever.

Give in.

Just look into these eyes, and tell me that’s not the perfect soundtrack to go with the sickly blueshift they’re observing:

Well, maybe this would work too…

…but you know what I mean!

Effective as this scene is, it might still seem a little narrow - well, it wouldn’t feel that way to you if you were in the grips of depression, but I can see the argument that Kirby’s strident fascist is a more resonant and terrifying entity, a better representative of the always-staggering scale of human bastardry.

But wait, maybe it goes further than that! After all, as Kirby’s Fourth World comics show time and time again, Darkseid is nothing if he’s not a multifaceted bastard. So what if Darkseid is not just a super-condensed fascist and a black hole from which no hope can escape, but also the very air we breath? What if his character has as much resonance with our current state of neo-liberal decay as he does with dictatorships old and new?  What if he also works as an avatar of Capitalist Realism?

For those of you who haven’t stumbled across this term before, here’s how Mark “K-Punk” Fischer defines it in the book of the same name:

‘capitalist realism’: the widespread sense that not only is capitalism the only viable political and economic system, but also that it is now impossible to even imagine a coherent alternative to it.

What if THERE IS NO ALTERNATIVE to Darkseid, as whole economies lie in ruin and riots erupts on the streets? What if you were told that this is just the way it is, and that you were free to do as you please so long as you don’t question the primacy of this truth?

It might seem counter-intuitive to try and position a character who was made in the image of 20th Century fascism as a representative of hopelessness in modern society.  After all, we have an abundance of choices available to us as citizens and consumers, and doesn’t that seem a little out of tune with the ethos of the man?  Maybe, but maybe not. Here’s Jonathan Burns, doing yet more of my groundwork for me:

What’s more, Darkseid is the most liberal uberboss you could ask for. He doesn’t make you wear his uniform, doesn’t cramp your own aesthetic in the least. You aren’t obliged to deal with his concerns, origin or superpower technicalities. All he asks is his own small piece of turf, marked “Absolute Supremacy — Darkseidz — Keep Off”, and that you let him ramble on about his Anti-Life Equation. “Do your own thing” is his word, as long as you have a bit of murder, mass insanity etc in mind, and don’t we all.

While I might not be willing to publicly give the thumbs up to murder like our pal Jonathan here, he’s dead on in his description of Darkseid’s idiosyncratic style, and I think this fits just a little bit too nicely with the rhetoric of the moment, with the idea that freedom is your birthright but that “Attacking The Hand is like attacking your own immune system.”

Seen from this perspective, Turpin’s wrestling match with Darkseid looks like a slow slide into depressions, a response to the seeming hopelessness of politics, of life, both at home and abroad.  I wouldn’t want this to usurp the traditional reading of Darkseid’s even if it could, but I do think it’s yet another reason why he can stand tall as Our Greatest Bastard!

Does this interpretation have any grounding in Kirby’s comics though?  Thankfully the answer to that question can be found on page fourteen of issue #4 of Jack Kirby’s Forever People, in what just happens to be my favourite Darkseid moment of all time:

Just look at the guy, speechifying calmly in open daylight, as evil a motherfucker as you could ever hope to meet just wandering around, scaring the children at the funfair.  I mean sure, there are plenty of sinister characters floating around at the Irn Bru Carnival, but Darkseid?  He’s a special case:

You really need to click on that link to hear The Melodious Music of “Happyland!” And believe me, you wan’t to hear the music!

Turning this sinister funfare into a reflection of Western Society would be postmodern poetix 101, so for now we’ll simply note that resonance and move on. What we have here is  an unrepentantly malevolent force who also has a sense of humour – maybe even a sense of fun – about his own unrepentant malevolence.  All of this is still tied into his wretchedly self-centred ambition of course, but there are other characteristics right there on the page for all to see, signs that Darkseid can find some sort of fulfilment BEFORE rewriting the world in his own image.

Which makes me wonder if maybe he’s enjoying himself because he runs “Happyland”, and because he knows that the music will drown out his evil laughs, that the logic of the funfair will overpower any objections this man might have, and that for all the seeming opportunity available to the punters the game is rigged in his favour to the degree that he might as well be the game.

The version of Darkseid resembles nothing so much as a villain in a hypothetical Saturday-afternoon cartoon written and plotted by JG Ballard – and no, I wasn’t going to mention Seaguy, why do you ask? – and it’s this face that haunts me every time I switch on the news right now.

And still, the cosmic joke escapes him!! For how can he cope with me — by shunning me — his other face.

I’m fucked if I know, big man. Fuctifano.

This is what Turpin sees in the mirror, the “other face” lurking behind his, a sense of doomed acceptance, an admission that you’re subject to certain grand forces and that’s that, that death is inevitable, that the current state of politics is inevitable, that you will be broken and stay broken because that’s all you were ever meant to be:

Darkseid is the horrible laughter you hear in the music at the funfair, the hollow feeling you can’t cough out of your chest, the lines that ravage your face, the knowledge that you can’t win so it’s not worth trying.

DARKSEID IS

Once you’ve started to let this version of Darkseid bother you, it’s hard not to see him  laughing at you through several other famous faces that pop up on TV.  I know that every time I see Tony Blair defending the war in Iraq and rambling on about Iran, I taste Anti-Life in my mouth and know that Glorious Godfrey wears many faces.  As for Gordon Brown, well at this point he seems like more of a Terrible Turpin figure, more like you or me. He might have the look of someone who was broken into doing this sort of work, but he still did the work all the same.

As for the new wave Tories, well, when I see WebCameron and his cronies on TV they resemble nothing more than Mokkari and Simyan titting about in their lab, trying to make sure they stay in Darkseid’s favour:

DARKSEID IS… UNTIL HE ISN’T!

But before I go too far with this idea ( you might think that I already havem but to that I would say: “Uh… DARKSEID DOLLARS! IMAGINE!”), it might be worth asking whether or not part of the appeal of Darkseid, as both a character and a bastard, is that he can be defeated.

Think about it: stories about Darkseid Triumphant also tend to be stories about Darkseid Defeated. In Rock of Ages, there’s just enough of a gap in his authority for The Atom to slip through and take him down; in Final Crisis, his short victory is actually a suicide bid, an attempt to take all of reality down with him; most curiously of all, in The Hunger Dogs, Darkseid’s bored of victory before defeat even comes calling:

Trust Kirby to have the most interesting take on this, eh? Who else would have been capable of imagining a Darkseid who had become alienated from the means of bastardry?

My fellow Mindless Ones Andrew Hickey has written eloquently on this aspect of Darkseid’s character, positing it as a side-effect of his anti-entropic ambitions:

Darkseid has looked at the Second Law of Thermodynamics and thought “fuck that”. Or, more likely, “Bother not Darkseid with your ‘entropy’ and your ‘universal laws’ Obeisance to laws, made by man or nature, is the morality of the slave. The morality of Darkseid is conquest. Darkseid is all.”

Because Darkseid has taken that childish realisation and decided it doesn’t apply to him. He’s going to be everything. Because this, ultimately, is what an attempt to deny entropy means. It is entropy that prevents any tyranny from being absolute – Ashby’s Law of Requisite Variety (one of the fundamental scientific discoveries of the twentieth century, but never as regarded as many others) states that control requires as many options open to the controller as there are degrees of freedom in the thing being controlled, so complete control is impossible. This is because entropy always increases – freedom and death are, ultimately the same thing. You can’t have one without the other…

There’s no need for me to do my own crude cover version of Andrew’s material, but it occurs to me that this all ties in very neatly with Matt Fraction’s contention that superhero comics are attempts at escape fiction, rather than escapist fiction.  After all, why would you summon up a figure of such inescapable power, unless you wanted to do a little play-dance with death (and no, I’m still not going to mention Seaguy here!), to feel a little bit more alive, a little bit more free.

Because, of course, in the real world (“The real fucking world!”) it’s not always that simple. Looking at Darkseid as an embodiment of Capitalist Realism probably isn’t the best way to enact your Alan Parker style three part program to “smash the system, replace it with a better one, and smash that as well.” Noting the futility of Darkseid’s  battle against entropy with won’t keep death or illness away from your door, and it probably won’t make you any better in bed either. 

Unfortunately, we don’t live in a world where Motherboxxx is there to save the day, or where just being Batman is enough.  Coming up with better solutions is hard and often boring, and there’s never any guarantee of victory. Escaping from depression seems impossible unless you somehow manage to do it, in which case it still seems impossible, still seems like a feat worthy of Mister Miracle.

All the more important, then, to fight reflexive impotence, that we remember that we can still try to imagine a better world, that we can still work to make it happen, no matter how foolish an ideal that might seem.  Of course, I don’t have a bulletproof plan for economic revolution tucked under my jacket any more than I have a magic fucking scroll that makes life seem more livable, but that just makes me want to square up to Our Greatest Bastard, Darkseid, even more. It makes me want to look right through myself in the mirror…

…and know that that fucker is laughing at me and to try to remember that not even The Forever Pit lasts forever.

THERE IS NO ALTERNATIVE? Nah, there is, there’s got to be. Tell yourself. There’s always hope…

***

Two years ago, when I was just a solo blogger and not yet a proper Mindless One, the man Plok tagged me as part of a meme.  The subject? DARKSEID!

The Mindless Ones were tagged too, so hey – let’s count this as a two-for-one shot, in terms of delayed memefication.

 

39 Responses to “Rogue’s Review: Darkseid”

  1. DoctorSmashy Says:

    I just noticed the Tony Blair: Cunt tag, and spat out my drink. Well done, sir.

  2. Mr Attack Says:

    The final move, black against white. Feels like a culmination of some of your other musings recently (public and private), RE: The Filth, Brown, etc.

    Also, feel like I’ve been one-upped with my vague waffle about energy and entropy. May need to address that.

    The MoB has been nicely capped.

  3. Simmered Says:

    Darkseid Is The Mocking Laughter of the Abyss

  4. Papers Says:

    Darkseid is the worst roommate ever.

  5. bryan Says:

    Darkseid is that time your mom said she would no longer breastfeed you…

  6. Jonathan Burns Says:

    Darkseid is the system, man.

  7. Illogical Volume Says:

    Bryan: Actually, Darkseid is that time your mum said that she was going to start breastfeeding you again.

    Jonathan: I think you missed out a few As & Ns on maaannnnnnnn. Hope you enjoyed your cameo appearance!

    Papers: Darkseid pees all over the bathroom floor & if you ask him to clean it up he climbs inside your cat & calls you a poof, it’s true.

    Simmered: Yes, that too!

    Mr Attack: Thanks mate. I’ve shamelessly ripped Andrew Hickey off with the entropy blather, but yeah, I’ve been trying to write this since December. Feels nice to have finally got all this dirty water off my chest.

    Doctor Smashy: Heh. Glad you liked/noticed that one. I was ever so proud if it, plus, also: IT IS THE TRUTH.

  8. Illogical Volume Says:

    Simmered: can we pretend my response there was “Darkseid… always hated James Cameron movies”?

    Thanks!

    Also: Darkseid is the stubbed toe on a winter morning, the jam that won’t spread, a bad TV program that can’t be switched off.

  9. mad_arab Says:

    Been waiting for this one for a while, and it couldn’t have been more perfectly timed!

  10. Simmered Says:

    IV- Hee hee.

    Also: my Darkseid anthem

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=021qiWnL944

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  12. Beyla Says:

    I am confused by the Tony Blair: Cunt tag.

    Tony Blair clearly lacks both depth and warmth

  13. erik wolfmann Says:

    Excellent article, so timely over and over! I’ve been thinking for a while, and am glad others realize might sympathize with my feeling that Forever People #4 is some of Kirby’s best work, both in terms of art and writing, and as such is about as good as the for has ever come. I don’t know what it is, but I feel everything about his composition is better in that issue than ever before and after.

  14. The Star Spangled Boner Says:

    Finishing out with a plea for hope. I imagine Kirby would approve.

  15. Zom Says:

    Beyla, this is very true

  16. Jason! Says:

    Beyla, this is also very funny.

  17. Illogical Volume Says:

    Beyla/Zom/Jason! – Heh! As with so many things related to New Labour, it all goes back to Thatcher – Tony Blair: Cunt equals what Thatcher was, rather than what Thatcher had.

    The Star Spangled Boner – There is another world. There is a better world. Well, there must be.

    erik wolfmann – Glad the essay worked for you! I totally agree re: issue #4 of The Forever People, but suspect that I might feel similarly about any Kirby comic I read hard enough! The man’s surfaces contained great depths, you know?

    mad arab – Sadly, this piece does feel pretty timely. Let’s hope it looks dated as fuck in six months time, eh?

    Simmered – Ooh, yeah, that’s a nice fit. I got a bit stuck on Portishead while writing this, mostly because of Marcello Carlin’s writing on Third, but that definitely works too!

  18. Zom Says:

    “Tony Blair: Cunt equals what Thatcher was, rather than what Thatcher had.”

    Not sure that’s a get out clause, Mr Volume

  19. Illogical Volume Says:

    It most certainly isn’t, but you can’t blame a man for trying!

    Oh, no, wait – you can! Fuck. Seems I’m stuck with that one, eh?

  20. Zom Says:

    Blame

  21. Dan K Says:

    Reading this reminds me how glad I am that the New Gods was written by Jack Kirby rather than George Galloway.

  22. Dan K Says:

    Terry Gilliam gets it: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R6OKLgLZHFk

  23. Illogical Volume Says:

    Dan K – I’m hardly George Galloway (having almost tripped over the guy while heading to the shop to buy a Twix on my coffee break, I can confirm that I’m much taller), but if you want me to be the cat then I’m game.

    I’m glad that Jack Kirby wrote the New Gods too though, if only because the three issues of Youngblood that Galloway wrote were terrible!

    Still, if this version of Darkseid doesn’t work for you then fair enough, but anger tipping over into reflexive despair is still a valid response to the rhetoric of TINA*, and I reckon I’ve conveyed why this makes me think of Darkseid pretty clearly in the feverish essay above.

    * Terry Gilliam “gets” a lot of things and I’m reasonably sure that this would be one of them.**

    ** Hubris? I don’t know the meaning of the word! Which is unfortunate, because I’ve just signed up for a “Define the Meaning of the Word Hubris” competition. Pretty sure I’ll still win though.

  24. Illogical Volume Says:

    ALSO!

    Sean Collins mentioned “The original Jack Kirby conception of Darkseid and Anti-Life as war itself, whereby any violent opposition to Darkseid is itself Anti-Life” while linking to this post on his blog. I wish I’d had time to get into this in my post, but I still like what Marc Singer wrote about this topic way back in 2004:

    Orion is the mightiest defender of New Genesis (and possibly the only reason they’re not all speaking Apokolipsese) only because he’s touched by Apokolips and tainted by the blood of their leader, Darkseid. He can protect his idyllic home only because he’s marred by the very evil it’s fighting. (Not, I think, a line of argument that most neocons would be eager to connect to themselves.)

    And so on.

    ALSO ALSO!

    Here’s Adam Curtis on how THERE IS NO ALTERNATIVE to… hugging?

    I think the first real hugs of these kind began in the series Changing Rooms in the mid 90s.

    The original revolutionary idea had been that by changing yourself emotionally as a person you would then change society. Bazalgette created an easier and quicker variation. By simply changing the physical things around you – you could then change your inner feelings and became a better and more expressive human being.

    Wallpaper as redemption.

    And so on.

  25. Terry Gilliam Says:

    For the record, I definitely get where Illogical Volume is coming from. You would too if you’d met him – poor bastard looks just like Darkseid!

  26. Darkseid Says:

    IS

  27. Illogical Volume Says:

    Thanks Tezza!

    Darkseid is… an ugly bastard!

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  29. Dan K Says:

    “Dan K – I’m hardly George Galloway (having almost tripped over the guy while heading to the shop to buy a Twix on my coffee break, I can confirm that I’m much taller), but if you want me to be the cat then I’m game.”

    Illogical Volume: Fair play I was being a bit of a cheeky c**t there. Only pulling your leg.

    I guess I’m just a bit bored after 20 years of listening to people banging on about how Thatcher is responsible for all the ills of the world. It’s been said. What this country really needs is some new villians.

    The point I was trying to get across with Gilliam’s Evil is that, like Kirby, he managed to create a Satan for the Space Age. Someone who wants to rebuild the universe as a machine world without any hope or eccentricity. Darkseid is a NEW God and he should always represent everything newest and worst in the world. He would definitely use an iPad.

    “I’m glad that Jack Kirby wrote the New Gods too though, if only because the three issues of Youngblood that Galloway wrote were terrible!”

    In fairness, it suffered from being part of a crossover. If you ever get the chance though, do check out Arthur Skargill’s run on Power Pack. I’m not sure if it’s been collected in TPB yet.

  30. Illogical Volume Says:

    I get where you’re coming from Dan, but while the comments are full of mentions of the iron lady it’s worth noting that I didn’t mention her at all in the essay itself. I guess I just wish these concerns seemed as tired to me as they do to you – because hey, I like Space Age Satan figures too! – but they still feel raw to me, in a way that is informed but not defined by Thatcherism.

    Which is to say: I’m in Total Agreemence with you about the iPad! One of the things I was trying to do here was to suggest a hopeless environment in which “creativity” & “eccentricity” abound. I think the Jonathan Burns quote I used gets at that in a concise manner, but maybe I should have spent a bit more time developing that theme.

    I don’t mind a bit of cheek, by ra way so no worries on that front! Also, I’ll keep an eye out for those Power Pack comics, thanks for the tip!

  31. Jonathan Burns Says:

    Belatedly … I was charmed and flattered that you quoted my silliness. Thanks, fellas!

    As to ‘man’, I’m only marginally ironic with that. I was born within a year of the hydrogen bomb and, while I wasn’t exactly there, I retain a basic allegiance to the values of the day. Harmony and understanding, sympathy and trust abounding, etc. I’m entitled.

    More to the point though, yeah, Darkseid as the system. Darkseid has a dictatorship, a gulag and a military-industrial complex. His minions have an orphanage-barracks and a mind-destroying cult and a major presence in the underworld, and one of them even owned the Daily Planet for a while. Any sort of oppressive collective, Darkseid will be behind it.

    And only a handful of brave individuals to oppose him. It’s an inversion of Andrew’s smart point that Darkseid, as universal tyrant, is up against the Law of Requisite Variety: no matter his force of will, he simply doesn’t have enough levers to pull, to control everything and everyone. Thus Anti-Life, his Final Solution. But it goes the other way, too: Scott and Barda, Jimmy and the gang are just individuals up against powerful organizations, with Requisite Variety against them. Suppose these forces are standing in for the Pentagon, Madison Avenue, the Mafia, and you’ve got a rough sense of hippie paranoia.

    Writers, if you want Darkseid for your Great Bastard, forget about the metaphysics of godhead and instead seek out your most insidious social fears.

  32. Illogical Volume Says:

    Jonathan, I’m vibrating!

  33. Illogical Volume Says:

    Which is to say: TOTAL AGREEMENCE!

  34. Terry Gilliam Says:

    “Darkseid is the system, man.

    Jonathan, don’t let anyone give you shit for this. Johnny Depp once made fun of me for saying “man” at the end of a sentence and I punched him so hard he fell through three Pirates of the Caribbean movies before he woke up. The fucker came to with a mouthful of rum and a handkerchief on his head, smiling vacantly and I thought he’d learned his lesson but then the dumb bastard went and made another Pirate movie instead of making The Man Who Kicked John Quixote with me.

    The moral of the story can be found in my other classic film, Twelve Monkeys, which was all about how you should never give up because love conquers all. Or at least, I think that’s what it was all about. I was ripped to the tits on ketamine and horse meat when I made that film, so the details are a little blurry for me.

  35. Zom Says:

    Tel: always with the horsemeat!

  36. Illogical Volume Says:

    Ketamine & horsemeat is a pretty dangerous combination Tel. I’d watch that if I was you. Also: I wasn’t trying to give Jonathan shit there – I couldn’t have written this without him, after all! I thought he was having a little joke at my expense & decided to go with it. Turns out I read him wrong. Personally, I blame the horsemeat!

  37. Terry Gilliam Says:

    I’m not on the HK diet anymore, that was just a mad idea my guru had at the time. He said I was holding a grudge againt my once faithful steed, and that in order to get over it I had to learn to BE THE HORSE.

    Turns out he was talking a load of shit. Horse shit.

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