Tuesday, July 5, 2016

Suspicious to the Core (4 / one)

Remapping Power Relations Narratives : Poisenous Poetics

Potions of(f) Potency

Like the search for the elusive Saturn—once detected, now unidentifiable. Like the anxiety…a thought that it might have disappeared. Whereas, it is there…somewhere. Only inaccessible to the sense of sight.

Like darkness filling the interior of the house of the stargazer. Who almost forgot that what hides underneath the misnomer might just be observing the ungraspable vacuity, vastness of dark, ineffable spaces.

Not entirely unlike the atmosphere infused in the ”Ithaca” chapter of James Joyce’s Ulysses. It is an unparalleled instance of the energy of resistance experienced in the encounter with the narrative devices ranging from the point of view, via the plot, the setting, to the characterization and the storyline itself. Namely, a contemporary reader might need to re-sensitize to the freshness of the revolutionizing occurrence of the narrator that mutates from the dialogue between Bloom and Stephen to a supposed neutral position traditionally devised to secure authoritative guidance along possibly misleading narrative paths.

None of it is true in the case of this defiant text of Joyce’s. The voice posing the questions might be perceived as either Bloom’s or Stephen’s, but it might not. It could be sensed at the level of narration that is conventionally provided to connect and/or ensure a distance between the reader and the story, but it may not. It is undoubtedly intertwined in the tension of the negotiations between Leopold and Stephen, but it is also safely detached in its apparent metaposition. It is unmistakably imbued in the depths of profoundly personal endeavors of Stephen and Bloom, respectively, and their mutual considerations of a possibility to continue the wanderings in the form of a joint effort. However, it is also incontestably aloof while generally observing, noting, and stating. Close, and yet unreachable. Familiar, and yet alien. Suggestive of guiding potential, and yet, suspiciously unreliable.
A contemporary reader might be oblivious of the revolutionary role of the introduction of such a narrative voice—between the point of view, setting, plot, characterization—storytelling in the crevices of narrative tissue, narrative flow generated through the oscillations between the convivial and distrustful. To the core.

Like the hamlet son-father…and the ghost…seemingly tangential, and yet, quirkily central to the play. Like Stephen’s response when asked how trustworthy his theory is.
Joyce’s writing is inexhaustibly inspiring, despite its untameably wild energy resisting any attempt to be contained within encompassing comprehension, captured in its entirety. Or, precisely by virtue of such an impossibility. By virtue of the capacity to be approached, if not usurped, solely through patience and perseverance. By virtue of humbleness.

Such recalcitrance reflects a possibility of remapping power relations narratives. It resonates with Hannah Arendt’s ruminations about deviations in both perception and practice of authority--vapidity of political power bereft of substantiality, based on the vacuity of flawed projections and corrupted image of omnipotence:

Theoretically speaking, it is as though absolutism were attempting to solve this problem of authority without having recourse to the revolutionary means of a new foundation; it solved the problem, in other words, within the given frame of reference in which the legitimacy of rule in general, and the authority of secular law and power in particular, had always been justified by relating them to an absolute source which itself was not of this world. (On Revolution 151)

Obviously, a tendency ensuing from a delusional sense of ubiquity and absolute power in the political realm--despite frequently disguising it in the appearance of progress, distorting the genuine spirit of the age of reason--indicates a truly atavistic mentality manifested in aspirations toward an olympo-babylonian sentiment, rather than genuine communication within the community of human beings.
Thus, just as secularization is needed in order to sustain a distinction between the church and the state, thereby reflecting a distinction between worldly and divine power, so is “secularization” key to the disambiguation of the public sphere polluted with byproducts of unholy mashups merging ethics and economics, politics and business--particulates epitomizing bewildering cacophony concocted in the brewery of circian fake nectar and ambrosia.

Likewise--or conversely--depending how one looks at it, those who revel in intoxicating properties of the mimicry of solid grounding in tradition lean in vain toward the eras bygone to prove the anchorage to their basically reactionary mindset under the disguise of traditional proclivities, a.k.a., conservatism. By contrast, Arendt calls for uncompromising, nonconformist rejuvenation and recuperation of the proper sense of continuity:

This exposure of the dubious nature of government in the modern age occurred in bitter earnest only when and where revolutions eventually broke out. But in the realm of opinion and ideology it came to dominate political discussion everywhere, to divide the discussants into radicals who recognized the fact of revolution without understanding its problems, and conservatives who clung to tradition and the past as to fetishes with which to ward off the future, without understanding that the very emergence of revolution on the political scene as event or as threat had demonstrated in actual fact that this tradition had lost its anchorage, its beginning and principle, and was cut adrift. (On Revolution 153-154)

Because of multiple bastardization of the perception and practice of power and rule, politics has infrequently been but a futile reconfiguration of sovereignty. Or, attempts thereof. Being void of authentic authority, political elites have been trying to discursively conjure up and manipulate an image of it, hence striving to live up to the chimera thereby produced. The flaccidity pertinent to such artificial endeavors required means to solidify the unlikely rule. That’s the reason why aggression is often associated with the politics of that kind. That’s why it--enchanted by a deceitful fantasy of power--proliferates duplicitous socioscape premised on fearmongering. That’s why, as Arendt rightly observes, nationalism is only possible as a political means conditioned by negative social relations. It is devised as a form of defense against external and internal threats alike. It is imagined to have the capacity to provide social cohesion, whereas all it can do is fabricate socio-political ties that generate corrosive energies.

Thus, the argument advocating a positive meaning of nationalism is, predictably, untenable. As Arendt succinctly remarks, nationalism thrives on hostility. Nominally instrumental in ensuring  society’s communal being, it, in effect, serves as a manipulative mechanism of oppressive socio-political control. If presumable political tensions are not merely orchestrated narratives, it is, nevertheless, highly questionable how vibrant its gregarious potential is, how sensible the choice of defensive mode.


No wonder nationalism finds fertile soil in an eerie alliance with religious fundamentalism and the military-entertainment complex. Needless to say, all these instances of critique illustrate Arendt’s persistent insistence on discerning and sustaining the distinction between the secular, the church, and the sacred. Furthermore, they are indicative of her observation about obsolescence and failure pivotal to the phenomena that in the parlance of the remix spell out as olympo-babylonian aspirations: (self)dissolving noise.

Saturday, June 11, 2016

Suspicious to the Core (three / 4)

Ludic & Vice Versa

A hypocrite knows what s/he pretends to be, what role s/he plays and acts upon that crooky sincerity. Unrecommendable--or, at least, ambiguous--mode  of social interaction as it is, hypocrisy is in this context pointed out as a source of doubt that outplays an uncritical, inflated image of self. It prevents one from indulging in a non-hypocritical role of a demigod. As a device enabling a healthy dosage of suspicion, it can be instrumental in its own subversion: (self)dissolving noise.

More than two centuries after the French Revolution shook the world, McKenzie Wark explores revolutionary legacy focusing on the contribution of the Situationist International to resistance against oppression. The graphic essay created in collaboration with Kevin Pyle and entitled Totality for Kids (2011), traces the steps across Paris in the aftermath of the Second World War, predating the days of the Letterist International and leading toward the period from 1957 to 1972 during which the group were actively creating, criticizing, performing, and thinking, thereby integrating each derive, each situation, each detournement into the reimagined map of the world. The band of bohemians, artists, theorists, decadents, wild dreamers, and visionaries with unquenchable thirst for revolutionary ideas, built an invisible counter-Bastille that like a seedpod called the Sorbonne of 1968 opened and disseminated spores throughout the planet.

Like vultures craving sparkles that could ignite new vibrancy amid the postwar Europe, like outcasts seeking a harbor toward which scattered planets could  gravitate form a new galaxy, like self-styled exiles from the society of mediocrity induced torpor, they haunted the postapocalyptic scenery and walked toward a Paris reemerged from the ruins into a renewed capital of culture. They did not shy away from offending. They abhorred coercive mechanisms of  increasing power of capital. They were edgy thinkers. Tough players. Wark calls it glorious times of the Situationist International.[1] Yet, he shows no inclination toward  idealization of the legacy. Rather, while acknowledging their invaluable role in the history of civilization, he remarks the potential for a critical examination of expropriation of revolutionary impetus and a corroding impact of traditional power relations intruding the realm of revolutionary thinking. When babylonian sentiment infects the body of the revolution, an atrophying effect causes its decay, at the same time opening up an avenue for the reconstitution of critical thinking:”In a world that really is topsy-turvy. Truth is a moment of falsehood” (Totality for Kids 9).

If all theory is hypocritical, as Wark suggests (Gamer Theory 2007 par. [151]), then it is a very good source of cultivating, rethinking, and regenerating the balanced approach that admits the impossibility of discursive totality, yet perseveres in that means of communication integral to the perception of the world, self, and relationships between and among humans.

Not only is duplicity pertinent to the realm of theory, but the world of arts is no stranger to it, either. Cinematic idiom of Gus Van Sant explores it with astonishing sensitivity to details informative of the state of affairs in the sphere of morality in contemporary culture. Two instances of different degrees and types of role playing can be observed respectively through the dynamics of the characters of Suzanne Stone Moretto (Nicole Kidman) in To Die For (1995) and Bob (Matt Dillon) in Drugstore Cowboy (1989). While not precisely illustrating Arendt’s polemic insofar as they are not proponents of the public plane, politics, and social persona in the traditional sense, the symbolic of the characterization underscores the narrative highly critical of questionable  disaffection, moral illiteracy, and emotional blindness.

Suzanne Stone Moretto shares machiavellian sentiment, although she is not a participant in the political arena proper. Yet, given the reconfiguration the perception and practice of the political and public domains underwent since Machiavelli’s--let alone the ancient Greeks’--times, it’s fair to say that the media are as politicized as politics itself, as public as the discussions of public matters and of public significance from the eras bygone. The media are the spot of the intersection between politics, privacy, and entertainment. It is part of the military-entertainment complex. No wonder Ms. Stone Moretto is prototypically unscrupulous, sickly ambitious, horridly desensitized to other human beings, and--alas--irredeemably self-assured. Her threshold of empathy is non-existent. She might have an awareness that orchestrating murder of her husband Larry Moretto (Matt Dillon) is wrong, but she is incapable of mobilizing the capacity to approach it critically, since in her microcosm there is no device called a critical distance. Her husband is way too serious an impediment on her way to fame as a media personality to be subject to moral conditioning. She does not doubt her decisions. She might be suspicious of many things, but not of her choices. Her determinancy blinds her. Her topsy-turvy darkness is not a moment of falsehood in Wark’s sense. It is rather a sweeping inversion of just about everything—not unlike macbethian overpowering bewilderment.

The character of Bob is a peculiar issue. Certainly not an example proper of Arendt’s invocation of the word persona signifying social roles firmly anchored in societal institutions, based on an individual’s identity of a citizen. Junkie certainly does not coincide with and / or fit into such categorization. Junkie is anti-social, clearly anti-institutional, and incorrigibly marginal. As much as Suzanne is in the public spotlight, so does Bob reside in the obscurity of those excluded from the public dialogue. Like mushrooms, they thrive on the dampness in darkness-occupied spaces. Their invisibility is exponentially proportional to the dazzling world of socially engineered darwinian gladiatorship within power games. They might not be aware of their insignificance in the mainstream politics, or they might. They may have no knowledge of the stigma attached to their circles, or they may. They can be absolutely ignorant of their potential for countercultural stance, or they cannot. They might not even have a slightest idea of wrongness pertinent to the destructive aspect of their existence, but one would highly doubt it.

Bob is a fully-fledged devotee to opioid induced immersion in inviolable aloofness, protective detachment. He cares for his partner Dianne (Kelly Lynch). He even demonstrates traces of a fatherly figure as the leader of the gang of four consisting of the two of them and another couple. The gang of ceaselessly junk starved four on a constant drugstore robbery mission. They know no sideways. They go to the source. The source seems to be inexhaustible. Unlike their junkie luck. Bob realizes it. The moment of that realization is the instance of making a choice to withdraw from the business. He does not believe in the perseverance of his junkie persona. For dissensus consensus is needed. William Burroughs:

The conversations had a nightmare flatness, talking dice spilled in the tube metal chairs, human aggregates disintegrating in cosmic inanity, random events in a dying universe where everything is exactly what it appears to be, and no other relation than juxtaposition is possible. Junky (117)

Resistance, Refacement & the Remix

Arendt draws attention to the weird circumstances under which the French Revolution was emerging. The core constitutive of the then potential nucleus of the new res publica consisted of intellectuals with a profound awareness of the anchor of revolution being freedom. It is worth noting, however, that she insists on the distinction between the modern connotation of the word intellectuals and the expression used to specify the source generating the revolutionary impetus who vacated the leading position due to invasive strategies of businessmen:

In the eighteenth century the men prepared for power and eager, among other things, to apply what they had learned by study and thought were called hommes de letters, and this is still a better name for them than our term ‘intellectuals’, under which we habitually subsume a class of professional scribes and writers whose labours are needed by the ever-expanding bureaucracies of modern government and business administration as well as by the almost equally fast-growing needs for entertainment in mass society. (On Revolution 112)

Unlike those hommes de letters, different demographics gravitated toward the epicenter of the socioscape-reshaping events. Those were profit-driven, materialist, utilitarian, power hungry gladiators who set prosperity as the top priority on their “revolutionary” agenda. Needless to say, acolytes of traditional power politics were by default more decisive in aggressively usurping the helm and taking control of the navigating process across the revolutionary sea. Obviously, those who originally created a revolution friendly environment withdrew from the power arena, since there was no means of communication that would enable them to proceed with the endeavor. What was supposed to be the public realm was deprived of the very characteristic pivotal to that sphere: authority.

What was occurring under the name of communication could hardly be called so, since, as McKenzie Wark notes in a slightly different context: “One-way communication has usurped the space of civil dialogue” (The Beach beneath the Street: The Everyday Life and Glorious Times of the Situationist International 85). In addition, as Arendt advises, where there is either coercion or persuasion, there is no authority. There might be attempts at mimicking authority, but they are flawed and, as they are (self)dissolving, they certainly fail to generate vibrant communication and sound socioscape such as revolution and revolution related phenomena. They might even produce an image of success by claiming that progress is pertinent to their enterprises, but there have always been those who resist being blinded by platitudes and who persevere in remembering the authentic core that anchors all revolutions.

Further exploring the historical trajectories of revolution, Arendt remarks the American Revolution being severed nearly at the very onset:

However, even in America where the foundation of a new body politic succeeded and where therefore, in a sense, the Revolution achieved its actual end, this second task of revolution, to assure the survival of the spirit out of which the act of foundation sprang, to realize the principle which inspired it—a task which, as we shall see, Jefferson especially considered to be of supreme importance for the very survival of the new body politic—was frustrated almost from the beginning. (On Revolution 117)[2]

And yet, despite this, essentially, valid observation, it is fair to note that the potential for revolution, alongside the awareness of what Arendt calls its foundation, is still there and available to the seekers for sound social responses and wholesome communication within the community of humans.
Meanwhile, usurpers kept busying themselves, all the while making the system ever more complex, thereby masking their own “mask” – businessmen under the disguise of politicians:

The deputies of the French Assembly who had declared themselves a permanent body and then, instead of taking their resolutions and deliberations back to the people, cut themselves adrift from their constituent powers, did not become founders or founding fathers, but they certainly were the ancestors of generations of experts and politicians to whom constitution-making was to become a favourite pastime because they had neither power nor a share in the shaping of events. It was in this process that the act of constitution-making lost its significance, and that the very notion of constitution came to be associated with a lack of reality and realism, with an over-emphasis on legalism and formalities. (On Revolution 117)

Interestingly, the abovementioned usurpers lacked the capacity to mobilize the awareness of their own “hypocrisy” or the lack thereof. The absence of a critical distance can be interpreted as a signal of undoubted investment in one’s enterprise. It can also be perceived to be indicative of multiple duplicity that exceeds the boundaries of good taste with regard to the role of persona in social relations. In such a scenario, one is typically confronted with choices that boil down to selecting the lesser of two evils. Or, so common wisdom would want one to believe. McKenzie Wark:”Capitalism or barbarism, those are the choices … We don’t’ buy it” (The Beach beneath the Street: The Everyday Life and Glorious Times of the Situationist International 1).

The much clearer aspect of the predicament is that the reason why making the system so complex and complicated is not only masking the entrepreneurial nature of those policies, but their being incontestably void of authority. Thus, those policy makers produce a deceitful impression of significance. They rank highly in the social hierarchy, but they misconstrue their distinctiveness in an utterly suspicious manner. Their vocabulary is a means of perpetuation of the politics of exclusion, inequities, inequality, injustice, and kindred socially detrimental features. In a word, a society ill-conceived and mismanaged. To the core.

A major component in the further course of action was an equation (by extension) between or replacement of the word property and the word happiness. The right to “life, liberty and property” was reworded into “life, liberty and happiness” (On Revolution 117-118). Hence, the public happiness and personal happiness crossed in an unlikely and, both in individual and socio-political sense, highly questionable fashion. Among other things, it implied a confusion of the categories such as one’s own economic prosperity, personal happiness/fulfillment, civil rights, wellbeing of the community.
The awareness of the obstacles neither the French nor the American Revolution was successful at managing seems to be crucial for understanding of the predicament as it was at the time of the Revolutions and the modern ramifications. Arendt marks the shift in socio-political vocabularies in the aftermath of the Revolutions from public freedom toward personal happiness, yet strangely intersecting with the public realm in, in the case of America, the concept of the pursuit of happiness. The dynamic implied and entailed enabled further “masking” of the socio-political.

More precisely, it, for one, discarded the imperative for understanding of citizens as participants in the public sphere. It did so by putting emphasis on the importance of the private realm, yet in the way that spurred the perception and practice of the private mainly in terms of self-interest. This, in other words, was the shift that demarcated the onset of an increasing generation of individualism instead of cultivating individuality. Secondly, because it relocated the center—the question of freedom--from the public onto the private level, the strategy ensured at least twofold unfolding:

(a)    by emphasizing the private, the strategy not only insisted on the salience of that sphere, but manipulated it to transform it into a device that encouraged the mentality of minding one’s own business, thereby keeping citizens’ participation--and interest for that matter--in the public matters at bay; needless to say, it enabled the ruling class to continue with their own business under the disguise of politics;

(b)   by accentuating private freedom, the strategy ensued experiencing it solely in a limited fashion; closely related to this, the government was no longer perceived as the protective source providing individuals with a sense of freedom and contentment, but started being perceived as an oppressive, violent mechanism of control.

Instead of nodes, so multiply entangled social threads form knots in social fabric. Clearly, such a situation calls for the remix.

The officialdom that instead of protection, security, freedom, and contentment instills anxiety, fear, and animosity cannot be trusted. It cannot be trusted because it is not capable of distrusting its own mask. It cannot be trusted because it is not capable of reanimating the faculty of disbelief in the perfection of its hypocrisy. It cannot be trusted because it is neither sensitized to nor capable of refacement. It is an unprecedented social occasion causing the climate of hostility, alienation, and disaffection. It is the climate that calls for resistance. It calls for the remix: draining from the social fabric remnants of the potential for regenerating hibernated vigor that can only be reconstituted through the faculty of humbleness.

One learns it from historical records. That’s the teaching that can be found in theoretical meditations. That’s what literature offers partly as a vehicle to navigate the raging sea of power games, partly as consolation. Some pieces of literature might ignore it. Some may tacitly play with humbleness as the source nourishing human communication and integrity on the communal and individual levels. James Joyce’s Ulysses, for example, is among those that certainly do not shy away from elucidating it as the most potent educational device. That’s why it offers an unrivaled reading-writing experience. That’s why it inspires learning. It teaches a lesson in the possibilities language provides. It highlights the playfulness integral to language. It shows how it can distort and be distorted, how crooked its voice may be, how hoarse the texture, how rough its tissue. But it also demonstrates how mellow the subtext is, how splendid the subtonic hi-fi. It does not mask its imperfections, but it always praises the counterpoint: it might not be infallible, but it’s reliable. It is protective. Like revolution.



[1] The Beach beneath the Street: Glorious Times and the Everyday Life of the Situationist International (2011)
[2] Cf. Arendt’s observation about a more up-to-date context of the failure of the American Revolution to accomplish the second task and the consequences manifested in expropriation of the notion of revolution and ensuing sharp contrast between the growing economic and, indeed, ideological discrepancies within the transatlantic dialogue between the New World and the old Continent (On Revolution 212-213).

Thursday, June 2, 2016

Suspicious to the Core (3 / three)

Undoing Equations : Solidarity beyond Pain

Several centuries ago, however, there were no media to channel agency. And yet, there were certainly means of oppressive control akin to manipulative strategies known to those who nowadays inhabit the world. The core of social ills the planet confronts at the moment includes ramifications of a distorted ideology Arendt delineates investigating the Rousseau – Robespierre nexus. Namely, Rousseau’s thought elevates passion over, to his mind, detrimental rule of reason. That it found fertile soil in creative circles thirsting to establish poetry as a privileged social vocabulary, while reconfiguring vocabulary of classicism, is not central to this study, but is worth mentioning. Of greater significance is the way such social reconfigurations entailed mixed up perception and practice of the ethical, social, political, and economic spheres. More precisely, accentuating poverty, i.e., economic factors, and advocating passion over reason engendered some mistaken equations.

Not only does such reductionist thinking cripple the perception and experience of ethical categories and morality (the rich are by default bad, and being poor is by definition either stigmatized or glorified), but it also enables crude violation of the distinction between the public and the private, a major consequence of which has been increasing intrusion of the state in the private realm and overregulation of the life of an individual. The roots of such socioscape can be tracked via Arendt’s insights into Robespierre’s politics based on (or, indeed, equated with) the social, where the question of poverty was considered not as a problem of a person struggling to sustain bare existence, but rather as the phenomenon pertinent to a particular social stratum (class? mass?).

Perversion of the so called politics that under the disguise of humaneness perpetuates sociopolitical dynamics stemming from and manifested in interest, greed, materialist wealth based mindedness, sheer utility, hostility, to name but a few characteristics that have been spelling out currency of social exchange since major historical occurrences enabled repositioning of power mainly incarnated in rulers. Paradoxically, the same politics was instrumental in propagating “selflessness” of the people for the purpose of higher (?) goals, while masterminding the climate nourishing grandeur of the ruler. Needless to say, this cleared the way for oppressive regimes ranging from tyranny, via dictatorship to totalitarianism that Arendt extensively interrogates and criticizes elsewhere. In that context, she rightly notes the centrality of the question of hypocrisy and related issues of appearance, surfaces, superficialities, difference, and sameness.

How we relate to each other has a crucial role in the sustenance of the communal generating fruitful exchange free from distraction and noise, and anchored in humbleness. It calls for revisiting Arendt’s take on the distinction between pity and solidarity. She remarks that pity is inevitably conditioned by hostile relationships, i.e., one can only feel pity if somebody is suffering. Conversely, solidarity is possible in positive circumstances, as well. It is worth noting that Richard Rorty in Irony, Contingency, and Solidarity (1989) limits the use – and, indeed, understanding – of the notion of solidarity to empathy with the suffering of others, thereby implying that it (solidarity, i.e.) is a connective in sensitizing to the common ability to feel pain. In contrast, Arendt offers an angle for thinking humanity both in a communal and individual senses through the framework that supersedes pity. One can think solidarity beyond pain.

(At Least) Twofold Undoing – Again : Masks of Dis/integration

There are two ways of approaching the conundrums Arendt delineates. Neither can expose the origins and / or the cause of the consequences mainly manifested in ruthless utilitarianism, reckless competitiveness, and mindless survivalism. Neither can explain exactly how to articulate an alternative, a counterpoint. Both, however, tackle the problem of a distorted image of social functioning. Both are critical of a deceitful belief in the prosperity and wellbeing of the community of humans solely based on fiscal logic and materialist aspects of the everyday.

Terry Eagleton, for example, illuminates expropriation of the term norm resulting from a bewildering mix of mutually conditioned mirroring between discursively engineered cultural categories and the extralinguistic. In After Theory (2003), he writes:”The norm now is money; but since money has no principles or identity of its own, it is no kind of norm at all” (16-17).

Addressing a slightly different angle of the, basically, same cluster of issues, T.S. Eliot verbalizes the polemic across the class divide, while clearly accentuating the role tradition and religion have in his social vocabulary. It is in The Idea of a Christian Society (1940) where he extensively considers the question of living within the human community. Thus, part of the social imagination can be perceived via the following excerpt:

And the tendency of unlimited industrialism is to create bodies of men and women--of all classes--detached from tradition, alienated from religion, and susceptible to mass suggestion: in other words, a mob. And a mob will be no less a mob if it is well fed, well clothed, and well disciplined. (19)

Neither rigid nor lawless, neither ossifyingly reactionary-conservative nor repudiating tradition is the basis for reconfiguring socioscape in the light of the abovementioned thinkers. Hannah Arendt is obviously in accord with the critique of reductionist understanding of humans both as individuals and participants in the life of the society. She develops a discussion tracking the phenomena to the times of Robespierre. The crux of the debate is the concept of hypocrisy and the way it was dealt with during the days of the French Revolution. Namely, there is something about hypocrisy and the mission the revolutionaries found themselves on that, elucidated through the lens of Arendt’s theory, opens up the avenue for rethinking society, politics, individuality, and language with an awareness of ambiguity and its, paradoxically, alleviating effect.

Arendt puts emphasis on the hypocrisy hunt the rebels were on while overthrowing the regime of utter corruption. The monarchy turned out to be the very incarnate of hypocrisy, but, as Arendt demonstrates, no less erratic was an attempt to presume one’s own self to be entirely hypocrisy free. It implies a total absence of the sense of humbleness. In addition, situated--as Arendt does it in those genealogical excavations--within the etymological unfolding, the questions meet some of the most significant philosophical themes such as the appearance-being nexus. Arendt indicates salient instances of diverse approaches to the issue. The ancient Greeks, Socrates in particular, held appearances to be closely related to the perception of one’s identity. By contrast, supposedly “in the tradition of Christian thought” (On Revolution 91), from Machiavelli’s point of view, appearances are precisely the opposite of who one is.

Arendt invokes the word persona that in Latin “signified the mask ancient actors used to wear in a play” (On Revolution 97).   She draws a parallel showing the significance of “roles” in social context assigned to an individual that one assumes, thereby taking part in the life of the community and reanimating an aspect of self constitutive of some distinctive features. Specifically, those might be socially constructed and designated descriptions of self, but they are also hugely important, since they don’t have to be impositions, but rather liberating channels of social dynamics that relieve one of a description and perception exclusively in biological terms. It is in tune with instincts stemming from the aspects of the human being that exceed the sheer realm of the bodily. It surely offers a possibility of religiosity free religion. As such, it is particularly informative of the understanding of sin, law, deeds, mercy, forgiveness, to name but a few critical categories many religions regard as essential.


Such a counter-babylonian, anti-mammonesque stand simultaneously provides a perspective from which discursively conditioned categories are acknowledged as versatile, yet not indiscriminately multifarious, unleashed proliferation of narratively manipulated realities. From that angle, it seems that, paradoxically, as Arendt sees it, hypocrisy is the vice of vices. Not only does “anti-hypocritical hypocrisy” imply an individual’s blindness to one’s fallacy, but it also entails a complete disregard of one’s inauthenticity, since it is an attempt at a total eradication of the awareness of falsehood, hence a person’s disavowal of integrity. Additionally, it is crude violation of critical thinking and blatant neglect of a critical distance. It is an instance of extreme, uncritical suspense of disbelief.

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Suspicious to the Core (three / 2)


Hack the Abstraction—and Again

Arendt situates the polemic within the etymological framework noting the first mention of the word revolution on July 14, 1789. Allegedly, when Louis XVI commenting on the occupation of the Bastille called it revolt, it was suggested to him by Liancourt that a more accurate term would be revolution (On Revolution 38). According to Arendt’s commentaries, up to that moment, the meaning of the word revolution was known solely from the realm of astronomy. Particularly, it denoted cyclical movements of heavenly bodies. The symbolic of orbits that Liancourt could have implied in his remark might concern the historical fact disclosing the corruption of revolutionary freshness after the first phase characterized by unprecedented social shifts. In the aftermath of those tectonic reconfigurations, what is nowadays known as revolution started its downfall toward the climax of a distorted version of the initial vision. In other words, the trope might highlight that the events were revolving around the axis of revolt only to end up at the stage at which the state of affairs was not very different from what it was like at the very starting point, i.e., that the upheaval had gone full circle (only, the ruling elites—oppressive at that— were now composed of the subjects who once had fought against inhumanely brutal social conditions in the monarchy).

Yet, one can’t help but wonder how Liancourt could foresee the dynamics in question. Hence, one suspects that he might have had a different meaning in mind when he suggested a more accurate term for the turmoil. If so, what could it be? What does Liancourt talk about when he talks about revolution? One would like to know. From a contemporary point of view, what happened in France in 1789 hardly fits into the definition of revolution as the struggle for power on behalf of the proletariat. The notion of a working classes demographic in France in 1789 is highly questionable. So is it with regard to the situation in America prior to that. But then, how capitalist was the Tsarist Russia in 1917, let alone in 1905? One would like to know. 

When was revolution? According to some interpretations of historical records, it has happened more than once at different points in history at various locations. Yet, what those interpretations fail to see is a difference between the actual bloodsheds and what revolution is and should/can be. Scrutinizing Machiavelli’s strategy, Arendt demystifies erratic equations between certain violence inclined and/or violence soaked historical phenomena on the one hand and, on the other, revolution:”his insistence on the role of violence in politics was due not so much to his so-called realistic insight into human nature as to his futile hope that he could find some quality in certain men to match the qualities we associate with the divine” (On Revolution 29). Clearly, Arendt is in uncompromising disagreement with delusional demigodliness:

We shall see later that this latter part of the task of revolution, to find a new absolute to replace the absolute of divine power, is insoluble because power under condition of human plurality can never amount to omnipotence, and laws residing on human power can never be absolute. (On Revolution 29)

Just as she is critical of violence pertinent to conduct based on a deceitful idea of human omnipotence, so does Arendt object to senselessness characterizing radical approaches to  dedication to a cause--destructiveness partly sacrificial, partly directed toward the other. There are two major pillars of Arendt’s thought that safeguard her stance against such mindless strategies and tactics. First and foremost, it is the idea that investment in freedom, inherent in revolution, is also the main generator of revolutionary energies. The fervor engendered by virtue of such affinity is incompatible with (self)-destructiveness. Choosing death can by no means be part of wholesome sociopolitical reasoning, save in a symbolic sense such as in the idea of death to self. This maneuver, essentially anchored in humbleness, ensures vital responses in the individual and the communal realms. It is in a reciprocally supportive relationship with the predilection to create, rather than to destroy:”the revolutionary spirit, that is the eagerness to liberate and to build a new house where freedom can dwell, is unprecedented and unequalled in all prior history” (On Revolution 25).  Destruction and aggression are in a mutually fueling relationship with dominance driven socioscape. A devotee to unorthodox understanding of power relations, Arendt states the futility of the attempts to revolutionize otherwise:

In the contest that divides the world today and in which so much is at stake, those will probably win who understand revolution, while those who still put their faith in power politics in the traditional sense of the term and, therefore, in war as the last resort of all foreign policy may well discover in a not too distant future that they have become masters in a rather useless and obsolete trade. (On Revolution 8)

It seems that the word revolution entered the socio-historical dialogue in a slightly capricious fashion. It continued in a no less tainted manner. Thus, to hack it back to the realm where one reckons it belongs will require undoing at least twofold bastardization in discourse and the extralinguistic alike.
Like turntablist poetics, the remix : reemergence of the human face from blurry amalgamation--out of cacophony, and through subtonic hi-fi solidarity in peaceful/peaceable resistance.


Eathix off politix, a.k.a., happiness

Scrutinizing the pathways of revolutionary unfolding, Arendt is concerned with hindsight as a vehicle of reading into historical records paradigms that color words and apprehension with a shade of mystique. Specifically, nowadays, it is impossible to think the concept of revolution disregarding marxian context. Arendt points to the weird occasion of the intersection between economy / economics and politics in Marx’s political economy. “Political economy” of the period ensuing his time has seen civilization deeply entrenched in a nomadic haze of dislocated categories crippling the socioscape to the point of an image distorted beyond (self)recognition.

She detects the slippery slope, basically, featured in materialist dialectics heavily relying on hegelian legacy. More precisely, it is the emphasis on poverty as the cause of violence, instead of vice versa, that has enabled the development of the sociopolitical irrevocably fixated on materialist aspects. Thus, in retrospect, the French Revolution was mainly carried out on the bodily level. Put differently, in her opinion, Robespierre saw the number of participants gathered together around the common cause as the force leading toward the changes aspired by the revolutionaries: because of poverty, they were oppressed; hence they rebelled against it.

What in such a scenario becomes crudely severed to the point of invisibility is the ideological realm. The very fact that it is so magically marginalized becomes invisible, as well. Having undergone both discursive and extralinguistic manipulation, the social, essentially, appears as the economic under the disguise of the political. In the context of the French Revolution, Arendt observes:”Meanwhile, the revolution has changed its direction; it aimed no longer at freedom, the goal of the revolution had become the happiness of the people” (On Revolution 51). Likewise, within the framework of the October Revolution, she demarcates:”Not freedom but abundance became now the aim of revolution” (On Revolution 54).

A marxist perspective, negotiating between hegelian chemistry of reversibility and the positivist  (nonpopperian) paradigm, resulted in a somewhat deterministic vocabulary that as much as it aimed to empower, so did it limit possibilities for the dispossessed. One can’t help but suspect that insistence on the economic focus of socio-political dynamics may be a highly oppressive mechanism of control. Once the regime against which the uprising was directed is overthrown and new “political” elites rise to power, the “revolutionaries”-turned-rulers find economic vocabulary to be an extremely efficient manipulative—potentially sacrificial/scapegoating--means. Once people become deprived of the awareness of the significance and role of ideology, blind spots are created and room for a contestation of critical thinking is ensured through apparatuses of conventional power politics, to borrow Arendt’s wording.

She identifies the detail that, to her mind, distinguishes the American Revolution from the French Revolution in terms of the perception of individuality and power. Namely, while the French Revolution centered the fuelling motivation, that Arendt defines in terms of passion of compassion, around the inflated image of revolutionary leaders, the revolutionary predecessors anchored their liberation in God, not men. Yet, one can’t help but wonder if such a focus may exclude passion of compassion for fellow humans. One would like to know.

The logic of peaceful/peaceable resistance in the service of the remix creates a platform for dialogue between and among distinct, yet coexisting and possibly compatible, spheres. The response against social ills as described in and inferred from Arendt’s theory, from a contemporary point of view resonates with Baudrillard’s remark from The Vital Illusion (2000):

Through the media, it is the masses who manipulate those in power (or those who believe themselves to be). It is when the political powers think they have the masses where they want them that the masses impose their clandestine strategy of neutralization, of destabilization of a power that has become paraplegic. (53)


All the hindsight aiming to destabilize historical records certainly does not diminish the significance of Marx’s teaching based on profound investment in revolution. Nor does it prevent one from enduring in peaceful/peaceable resistance: persevering in disambiguating kaleidoscopically reversed image of socio-political categories and realities. Neither elitist nor populist is revolutionary endurance in cultivating the capacity to discern and sustain the distinction between individualism and individuality, between uniformity and unity.

Thursday, May 19, 2016

Suspicious to the Core (three / 1)

 Three : “Revolution” : Revolutionize

Like Revolution

Revolution wants to be revolutionized. And yet, it is hardly detectable when within the historical trajectory carrying civilization down the progress paths it began being other than simply—revolution. However, were an historical maze indeed that simple, it might start leaning toward clearly undesirable oversimplification. One cannot, nevertheless, help but wonder why Hannah Arendt and thinkers of her ilk insist on mutually conditioned bastardization between the word revolution and revolutionary practices. All through history.

Perhaps it is not unreasonable to believe that it is because revolution is anchored in paradox. More precisely, the revolution debate brings to awareness ideas related to the question of beginning, as Arendt claims in On Revolution (1977) that there is “the element of novelty inherent in all revolutions” (17).[1] Some of them suggest that: (a) revolution by definition demarcates a new beginning, and (b) all revolutions are of Christian descent. It follows that : (1) indeed, revolution generates new socioscape, as Christianity historically demonstrated, and (2) the very fact subverts the former proposition, as Christian doctrine contends that a belief in radical newness is untenable, or, better still, a self-dissolving one; simultaneously, it confirms perpetual reintegration of the world. Like refacement.

Consequently, that’s the reason why history of revolutions is a series of futile attempts at overthrowing a regime and establishing a new governance with a rise to power of the revolutionary forces. Such historical occasions are certainly not nonviolent. Needless to say, they are everything but a revolutionary dream come true. They do not bring a beginning of a new society,  since hunger for power—as James Joyce puts it so succinctly, albeit not in entirely same context, in A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (1991),[2] like “the old sow that eats her farrow” (208) -- dilutes revolutionary impetus robbing from it authentic  energies, impulse, and demands.

Or, is it so? One wonders. If, presumably, authentic urge to revolutionize is aimed at initiating a radically new order, then, indeed, its goals reveal its falseness. However, one should not be misled to conclude that flawed revolutions are inevitable. Nor should one be persuaded to believe that historical records are justification of aggression lest it taint the perception of the potential of revolution. All through history.


Unamerican vs. (no) Revolution

Arendt seems to be highly suspicious of both common wisdom and, in her opinion, flawed attempts to confront some views frequently regarded as historical facts. In that context, she considers the idea of all revolutions being “Christian in origin” (On Revolution 17) and the critique that denies the American Revolution the revolutionary character. The latter is, apparently, based on the belief that, since it is struggle against poverty, and for power that constitutes the major part of revolutionary impetus, in America – the land welcoming the lowest social strata – the problem of radical poverty was nonexistent prior to the historic event (On Revolution 16). In addition, the new continent in which equality reigned provided conditions for generating a society where the problem of divides was taken care of before what is commonly known as the American Revolution took place. One of the most prominent indicators was the possibility of communication between the rich and the poor on an equal footing. Hence, social reconfiguring that history knows as the American Revolution is a series of changes that for centuries have been going under, essentially, a misnomer. The understanding that all revolutions are Christian in origin is denounced by the fact that it is secularization that enabled prevalence of materialist minded culture.

The crux of the polemic could be the critique of the historical occurrence that ensured an intersection between the economic and the political. This initially tangential phenomenon brought about the fusion of the two realms ending up in amalgamation within which the political has been eradicated and continued as a misnomer: essentially, economy under the disguise of politics. This can be tracked to the questions Arendt raises in The Origins of Totalitarianism (1951), where she points out the rise of liberalism and individualism interwoven with an increase in inclinations toward materialist wealth and disregard of fellow humans except as potential competition and object of exploitation. Such a greed infested climate first enabled sprouting a plague of politicians-turned-businessmen, then caused a perception of the world through the prism of hostility and nihilo-cannibalist mentality.

In a world that recognizes uprising only as a means of obtaining materialist gain, that knows no power beyond sheer force, a viable way to redescribe social vocabulary is in the vein of Arendt’s remark about Christian perception of secular history:

Secular history in the Christian view remained bound within the cycles of antiquity –empires would rise and fall as in the past—except that Christians, in the possession of an everlasting life, could break through this cycle of everlasting change and must look with indifference upon the spectacles it offered. (On Revolution 17)

In a secular parlance, it spells out the way to revolutionize both the perception and practice of revolution. Namely, the way in question would be “secularization” of the social realm, i.e., recuperating it by undoing ill-synthesized spheres. Put differently, a possible way for revolution to be revolutionized is its being firmly anchored in the vibrancy of peaceful/peaceable resistance. Like refacement.

Like majestic travesty of storytelling from darkness: tales from the edges of the grotesque, bizarre, abhorring, scornful, subverting the very tone featured on the surface level of the narrative. Tales hiding in obscure depths defiant potential of resistance to the slime and mud caking the crust, to a monstrous narrative device—a seductive, creepily appealing, potentially misleading bait that threatens to hinder communication between the reader and the realms emanating different sound.

Like refacement.

Like a Saturn wandering through the streets of L.A. smeared in humidity vaporized from the slits zoning from beneath baggy eyelids, buzzing with detachment.  Urban archipelago whose islands are scattered across an ungraspable ocean. Islands detached from one another like corrosive skepticism carrying the tales of spies shifting from unreliable fiction to suspicious world that surrounds it. Birds of prey staging a history of civilization in a hazy reverie of desert dwellers of an imaginary Leith. Tales of solace barely detectable in the midst of swarmed, chimera infested world. The world whose mirror image is digitized waves playing with pixel plankton on colossal screens projecting pictures captured with a mighty glamcam. Adopted idiom of binary code galaxies. Adventures in boredom. Billboard screens abound. They peek from the skin, speak from wounds, from everywhere. Ethereal ocean’s dream conjured up in a monster tranquilizer induced sleep, watched by a scribble freed from 3D printing enchantment…“down by the jetty.” Like Stephen Dedalus’s unshakable “No.” Out of cacophony: reconstituting wholesome energies and galvanizing the capacity to learn. Like the remix.




[1] Arendt, Hannah. 1963. On Revolution. New York: Penguin Books, 1977. Print.
[2] Joyce, James. 1916. A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. London: Everyman’s Library, 1991. Print.

Saturday, May 7, 2016

Suspicious to the Core (2)

The Right to De-light

99 & ½?

Night sky populated by myriad sparkling dots. Each titillation forms a tiny ripple. Waves spread across the vastness of the cosmic ocean. Night sky leaks into the center of the whirlpool in the viewfinder. Constellations vibrate in the dark space of the room. The observer of the night sky is still searching for Saturn—once detected, now unidentifiable—invisible planet brooding in darkness filled with memory of the celestial rhapsody.

Is it the dark room into which one withdraws having failed to reach the much sought entity on stellar maps? Is the darkness a reflection of the haunting office space one successfully abandoned? Is it the unease of all futile attempts to spot one’s guardian star in that uninterested, solemn inky empire? Is it an echo of dislocations such as broken families? Is it an epitome of the hollowness plaguing pubs and bars on Friday evenings, once the offices close and cohorts of eager socialization seekers swamp nearby joints holding a drink in one hand, cell phone in the other, and look…well, somewhere that appears as elusive as the space of the room, once the lens of the telescope admits its limits and all recordings exhaust their audio-visual capacity to tell stories about the past, to devise a perception of the present?

Or, is it where one reconnects with oneself having realized that Laura is a concept from Petrarch’s sonnets--not a girl on the pier, at a strip bar, or some such facility, that uncle Rey’s tales are testimony to his moral drama in the aftermath of an adulterous familial debacle--not one’s former wife’s confessions about an affair with a coworker that ended the marriage, that brother Cal’s concern about uncle Rey’s will is his--not the whole world’s--dislocation, that stargazing is part of observing the sky—not constitutive of a blurry chasm of boring editing job in an office saturated with energy so hostile that it feels like void?

Or, is it where one discovers the music of Dr. Feelgood --“down by the jetty” (“All through the City” 6)[1] -- as Jon Michaels, the protagonist of Lee Rourke’s novel Vulgar Things (2014), seems to be oscillating between partly bewildering, partly reintegrating explorations of the enchanting estuary abundant in both cultural and familial legacy he found in Canvey Island?

His search may be a possibility to re-discover the intersections of the time axes redeeming the past, reimagining the future, and resurrecting the present. His search may be a possibility to find in the face of a stranger familiarity that renders wandering something else, something sensible:”It’s the sort of face that looks like it’s lived many lives. A friendly face – wrinkled, weathered, trustworthy, the lines on his face like a map of territory I already know” (Vulgar Things 86).

Is it solely in the darkness remaining when all gadgets fail to provide comforting imagery where one re-enacts encounters such as Jon’s with Mr. Buchanan? Is it solely darkening spaces that sometimes act like a mirror? One would like to know.

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Rourke’s novel exudes the color imbued in each instance of its plot, infiltrating every single component constitutive of the characterization, conquering the setting regardless of its versatility. It is the black river flowing into the sea (Vulgar Things 106). It is the darkness of inky vacuum wilderness hosting indifferent orbits mirrored in wanderings of the characters zoning through unlikely atmospheres of the modern day enslavement of politically inferior denizens by a demimonde in the country of a political sovereign. It is the darkness looming over the boardwalk even on the brightest of days, over amusement arcades filled with noise of exhilarated thrill chasers. It inhabits Jon’s encounters with a proliferated chimera that he calls Laura. It speaks from the pages of uncle Rey’s book entitled Vulgar Things from which Jon learns who his Laura was, and who his father is. It is the sound of the recordings testifying to uncle Rey’s years of wrestling with a moral goliath haunting him from the depths of the nightmarish past, sneering at him with a whiff of forbidden fruit eaten with his brother’s wife. It is the sound of the message from the Dr. Feelgood T-shirt reading Oil City Confidential – “down by the jetty.”

It pours on the earth with slants of rain. It dries it with gusts of wind. It soaks the roots with dripping tar. It lathers windows with the patina of time. It smears the viewfinder with a blurry image it cannot capture. Sometimes, it acts like an anchor, as Jon asserts:”thankful to the force of gravity for keeping me from drifting off into space” (Vulgar Things 93). It appears to be the very force that urges Jon to rescue his Laura from captivity:”to save her from any darkness, to bring her back from the depths of night, back up into the light of day” (Vulgar Things 109) – down by the jetty.

Darkness is a sensation of being webbed into a deceitful totality of experiences revamped by emotional turmoil (Vulgar Things 114). It is like the void on the stellar maps where once Saturn was. It is like dazzling sparks buzzing through constellations unable to solve the astronomical mystery of its disappearance. It invades one with the vibrancy of “silent geometry, something poetic and unfathomable” (Vulgar Things 143). It lurks from behind delusional anxiety of Saturn’s absence. It is when one realizes that “[g]ravity isn’t enough” (Vulgar Things 143). It is also when repurposing rhizomorphic web seems either like a viable response to a transformation of roots into aerials or an enactment of it. When everything feels anchored in the very remapping, as Saturn shyly resurfaces, bringing smile back to the gloom of the universe. Such are the colors of Lee Rourke’s novel Vulgar Things. Such is the sound of storytelling from darkness.

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Every morning, in that history drenched caravan, Jon wakes up to a new day of search, new day of discovery, finding in his uncle’s book, in his recordings, corrosive noise of moral dilemmas and self-haunting consciousness. Like an impenetrable jungle of unruly emotions, the caravan is suffocating under piles of random objects, random memories hanging cumbersomely throughout the dusty air contained within that acerbic cagy empire. Every morning, the handle of the tap treats him with a contingent of cold water, as if the pulley-lever on the roof remains indefinitely open welcoming incessant outpour of cold tears from indifferent interstellar abyss. Jon rejoices in the freshness of water—each droplet washes away hangover induced fuzz brooding through each atom of his body. Like floating heaviness across the celestial subzero chasm, his search is coded in the color of night swimming in the lake. The lady bathed in moonlight absorbed the glow of the constellations. He recognized in that weird scene a sense of detachment so familiar that the very collision of the sensations ensured generative potential guiding him through a labyrinth of reenactments of variants of strangeness crowned by unpompous courage to abandon it:

My understanding of its separateness must have been born within me the very first time I stepped onto the island. I’m sure of that. I’ve always understood, deep down, beneath the laughter, why the locals refer to it as the  island, deep down it’s always made perfect sense to me: to feel dislocated, to feel lost and forgotten. (Vulgar Things 17)

Canvey Island seems to be more a sensation than a geographical location. In the repetitiveness of conversation at the Lobster Smack, he may have sensed the vacuum devouring roaring surface effervescence and exuberation, as strip bars were being filled by salivating gazes on urban Friday binge entertainment. As if it always were Friday. As if unambitious reconfigurations of hierarchy amid that estuary apathy reflected something that corporate culture cultivates with a much more testosterone loaded feel:”you can see the younger generation of drinkers growing in the shade of the towering men at the bar, readying themselves for the next old-timer to fall, eager to pick up their stool and take their place” (Vulgar Things 22). The clubs such as the Sunset Bar and the Cornucopia, while grooving to a different muscular impulse, shortcircuited with hostility and aggression, give away the same stink of staleness that like spleen spreads over long nondescript days bridging the gap between equally insipid nights:”It’s strange, I’ve never hung around with other men in packs, and the thought of drinking with a large group of men in a strip club turns my stomach” (Vulgar Things 155).  Distastefulness sublimated in vivid imagery. Unlike constellations.


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Mr. Buchanan reminds Jon that a lease on the caravan expires soon. It needs to be vacated within a week. Uncle Rey’s stuff needs to be cleaned, sorted out, packed, and unnecessary bits disposed. Jon is nowhere near finishing the task. His days on Canvey Island meander like an estuary unlikely to rejoin the main flow, let alone reach the confluence. His days on Canvey Island are a series of dislocations: from cold morning showers, via hearty breakfasts, wandering in pursuit of Laura, boozy, heavy dinners in the company of Robbie, a.k.a., Mr. Buchanan, researching uncle Rey’s messy archive, and yes, stargazing.

It doesn’t take him long to re-focus. Uncle Rey’s stuff is being cleaned quite efficiently. The book Jon takes with him, alongside the recordings. Dr. Feelgood music is being transpositioned from vinyl into Jon’s world that he only starts discovering. It is no longer merely a slogan on a T-shirt. It is no longer solely background noise of a family drama. It is the rhythm of observing an endless dark ocean populated by bathing constellations.

He separated trash from the stuff he keeps, stuff of relevance. The caravan is like a mundane version of the void peeping through the pulley-lever, Jon like an organic telescope. He unexpectedly discovered in himself an admirer of inky wilderness, unknown interest in Saturn’s presence, unquenchable thirst for ungraspable vastness, susceptibility to enchantment by mesmerizing darkness. He wasn’t rich before he came to Canvey Island. Now he is. He inherited a fortune from the elder. The check evidences uncle Rey’s generosity, care, guilty consciousness, humanness…who knows. Jon found in that quirky legacy the reclusive bard left behind the incomparable treasure : the sound shimmering with the groove resistant to the climate of dying pub culture—the scene from which it emerged--the sound radiating myriad sparks absorbed from the leakage through the whirlpool of the viewfinder.

Jon becomes a node in the rhizomorphic omniwebbing:”I look up at the sky, at the grey clouds, knowing that Saturn is somewhere up there, with me, hanging above me, keeping me rooted” (Vulgar Things 188). It is a sense of groping unshakably in the midst of oscillating uncertainties. Jon has learned that, or, perhaps re-discovered it somewhere deep inside, deep down where a starry shadow recognizes a dedicated acolyte--loyal worshipper--where it reconfirms the comfort it offers in infinitely challenging capricious appearances and inexplicable gaps between them:”Saturn is somewhere up there, hanging in the same blackness, silent, waiting. I can feel its presence. A small jewel in the night, a yellow brown marble, the rings hovering around it, a protective shield” (Vulgar Things 202).

He stares at it till his eyes and the telescope are no longer enough to capture it all. He records the site with his cell phone camera. He does so in order to prevent himself from falling into that creepy chasm, from being sucked into a dizzy whirlpool of Saturn’s spinning rings, from being pulled into and getting lost & forgotten in a dark labyrinth. Later, he can watch it. Later, he can watch a digitized version of the mysterious giant’s empire. If he needs to. But, he doesn’t have to. He watches it on his way back to London. But, he doesn’t have to. He watches it on his way to London where he goes only to leave it. He has made a decision to sell his apartment, go to find mother, to recuperate fruits of distrust, tales of shame…thereby perhaps relieving his search from uncle Rey’s haunting past, lift the burden of troublesome residues of futile jobs, echoes of flawed relationships, communication…who knows.

Each pixel a dot – an anchor – on the map of that obscure, colossal, incomprehensible space. Each binary coded signal an aerial in the rhizomorphic web indefatigably conveying the communication flow despite the interlocutors’ limited capacity to decipher it in its entirety. Or, perhaps by virtue of such constraint. One thing, however, is quite likely to be certain: the sound he found “down by the jetty” soaks his whole being with sparks : nodes mirroring each other in the etherized ocean, mirroring territory they know.




[1] Dr. Feelgood, “All through the City.” Down by the Jetty. 1975. CD and LP.