<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31398855</id><updated>2011-10-17T13:44:00.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Means Without End: A Paroxysm of Praxis</title><subtitle type='html'>A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything. &lt;i&gt;Nietzsche&lt;/i&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanswithoutend.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31398855/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanswithoutend.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Oliver Belcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17006185553123945743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31398855.post-5115403733350208683</id><published>2008-10-30T03:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:30:23.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Augenblick</title><content type='html'>I'm finding you everywhere.&lt;div&gt;Unidentified songs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   we hummed, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;back unexpectedly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the oddest places&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such as when I'm leaving again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someday I won't have to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31398855-5115403733350208683?l=meanswithoutend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanswithoutend.blogspot.com/feeds/5115403733350208683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31398855&amp;postID=5115403733350208683' title='47 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31398855/posts/default/5115403733350208683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31398855/posts/default/5115403733350208683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanswithoutend.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-finding-you-everywhere.html' title='Augenblick'/><author><name>Oliver Belcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17006185553123945743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>47</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31398855.post-1146246509276515462</id><published>2008-02-25T01:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T01:59:16.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This House is an Act of Forgery</title><content type='html'>During the nascent age of loneliness&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the boundary is emphasized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The line of communication&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is no doubt like a field of thorny thrush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that leads to a forged house;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This house is an act of forgery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What merits this condition?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;{ { I will wait seven minutes for them to invite me to sit for a beer. } }&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their house does have internal walls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe that's a consolation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their talk... I'm going to consider this wreck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Our Town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;{ { seven minutes is up. } }&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31398855-1146246509276515462?l=meanswithoutend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanswithoutend.blogspot.com/feeds/1146246509276515462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31398855&amp;postID=1146246509276515462' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31398855/posts/default/1146246509276515462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31398855/posts/default/1146246509276515462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanswithoutend.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-house-is-act-of-forgery.html' title='This House is an Act of Forgery'/><author><name>Oliver Belcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17006185553123945743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31398855.post-397211837533802946</id><published>2007-08-26T22:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T22:38:11.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ability to Look</title><content type='html'>To be published in the journal disCLOSURE: A Journal of Social Theory, April 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I think of myself as Coetzee’s tired magistrate&lt;br /&gt;who is burdened by a historical palimpsest&lt;br /&gt;of Empire.&lt;br /&gt;If you recall, he would frequently sit&lt;br /&gt;And try to identify with old stories and habits of peoples whose land he now administers.&lt;br /&gt;He would look, and extrapolate,&lt;br /&gt;but there was no object.&lt;br /&gt;The magistrate was an Eichmann who desired&lt;br /&gt;without reciprocity.&lt;br /&gt;The magistrate would say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The new men of Empire are the ones who believe in fresh starts,&lt;br /&gt;new chapters, clean pages;&lt;br /&gt;I struggle with the old story, hoping that before it is finished&lt;br /&gt;it will reveal to me&lt;br /&gt;why it was that I thought it worth the trouble."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just like in Sartre’s fable of the voyeur,&lt;br /&gt;the key-hole gazer is merely the object&lt;br /&gt;an implicit being&lt;br /&gt;without the Other looking back.&lt;br /&gt;That is the ability to look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demott wrote about his own colonization.&lt;br /&gt;About the hard man who invaded his head,&lt;br /&gt;and a cultivation of a desire, to see a world&lt;br /&gt;mired in violence and lost hopes.&lt;br /&gt;This hard man in his head&lt;br /&gt;is a spectator of pornography,&lt;br /&gt;of bombs raining upon the already-dead,&lt;br /&gt;and nightly news casts of escalating numbers&lt;br /&gt;and progress.&lt;br /&gt;Demott is also an old man of Empire,&lt;br /&gt;a spectator, who can never be seen.&lt;br /&gt;An object.&lt;br /&gt;He is his acts,&lt;br /&gt;“His consciousness sticks to his acts”&lt;br /&gt;and it will never be known whether he is watching.&lt;br /&gt;Demott can never be shamed.&lt;br /&gt;That is the ability to look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder about the victims of Empire.&lt;br /&gt;About how they scream into the camera,&lt;br /&gt;about dead families, lost children, and gods who look&lt;br /&gt;otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that aspect of their struggle was futile,&lt;br /&gt;but now I think&lt;br /&gt;otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;Their attempt is to create a social tie&lt;br /&gt;To coalesce desires across mediums.&lt;br /&gt;But that is the bitter irony.&lt;br /&gt;The spectator&lt;br /&gt;positioned far outside their circuits of desire&lt;br /&gt;has no reality at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31398855-397211837533802946?l=meanswithoutend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanswithoutend.blogspot.com/feeds/397211837533802946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31398855&amp;postID=397211837533802946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31398855/posts/default/397211837533802946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31398855/posts/default/397211837533802946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanswithoutend.blogspot.com/2007/08/ability-to-look.html' title='The Ability to Look'/><author><name>Oliver Belcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17006185553123945743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31398855.post-7784413264719066459</id><published>2007-08-22T13:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T19:57:59.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fate of Letters</title><content type='html'>What will soon become of historical scholarship when the access to personal letters becomes impossible?  How can one write social and cultural histories or genealogies when the documents on which ideas are worked out, like correspondence between colleagues, is digitized (e.g., email) and without a paper trail?  It would be impossible, for example, of writing a history of beginnings of psychoanalysis, such as Eli Zaretsky's brilliant &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Secrets of the Soul&lt;/span&gt;, without the important hand-written messages between Freud and his associates (Abraham, Jones, Jung, Adler, Ferenczi), where ideas emerged and sometimes waned without ever being printed in a book or article.  How could one access, if one were interested in, say, the cultural turn in geography, the interpersonal correspondence between scholars if their epistolary relations are locked in the black boxes of personal computers and opaque networks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his analysis of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Postmodern Condition&lt;/span&gt;, Lyotard understands part of the epochal shift of so-called "postmodernism" to be that moment when forces of information become centripetal, privatized, and consolidated into inaccessible spaces.  While Lyotard's analysis may be laced with a hint of hyperbole, the very real threat to a more robust scholarship (and by that I mean the production of stories around the human condition) is of deep concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has already been writings on the fate of libraries when they are digitized, particularly what is partly conceived as a loss of the library aesthetic.  What is meant by this is the potential loss of strolling through a library aisle, and happening on books that are beside, on top of, or underneath the book you are looking for, not to mention those books that happen to catch an eye when one happens to walk up a wrong aisle or those books serendipitously placed on a cart near an aisle end.  It is this tangible, perhaps supraliminal experience that is overcome when actions are determined by algorithms--such as the results that emerge on an Amazon or Google search.  Of course, I am not trying to evoke an apocalypse; standing libraries will not be fossilized anytime soon.  But I am more concerned with the expected ways in which one initially seeks out information in the first instance, not the fate of institutions, like libraries.  In other words, the question is whether the library search becomes secondary to access knowledge and histories, treated pejoratively as a necessary chore if one wants to offer a nomothetic thesis on a social condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In sum, it is hard to see how email is going to make it into &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Selected Writings and Letters of So-and-So&lt;/span&gt;.  Instead, it might just prove to be a starting point for another nostalgia &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;industry&lt;/span&gt;, an industry recalling the good old days of the pen-in-hand, the stamping of an envelope, and the wait of receiving a response on an idea one took to the time to write down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, perhaps journal articles should turn into letters.  Perhaps a journal should be started called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Letters&lt;/span&gt;, where people can submit their feelings and thoughts around the unconscious, or the development of new conceptions of space in 1906, or the philosophy behind "giving an account of oneself."  Perhaps, we should start a movement based on patience in letter writing, of working thoughts out slowly, of avoiding the keyboard.  Which, of course, would mean journal would be, above all things, hand-written and with a paper-trail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31398855-7784413264719066459?l=meanswithoutend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanswithoutend.blogspot.com/feeds/7784413264719066459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31398855&amp;postID=7784413264719066459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31398855/posts/default/7784413264719066459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31398855/posts/default/7784413264719066459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanswithoutend.blogspot.com/2007/08/fate-of-letters.html' title='The Fate of Letters'/><author><name>Oliver Belcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17006185553123945743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31398855.post-6747827669276405223</id><published>2007-02-13T14:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T16:12:02.354-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Experiencing Starbucks</title><content type='html'>In a neoliberal world of intense coffee consumption, it is nigh impossible to avoid the experience of the Starbucks behemoth.  Thus, I find it prescient to write about my experiences with that institution. Through my visits, I have been able to distill two points of interest that ensure the continuity of Starbucks within my Lexington neighborhood.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first point of interest is its disciplining of space, and the second point is Starbucks’ orientation towards ‘lifestyle’ consumption.  The aspect that pointedly separates Starbucks from other coffee shops, is that the Starbucks model is reliant upon participatory line movement that is both productive and efficient.  There is a naturalized expectation upon entering the door that ‘guests’ will walk in a straight line up to the cash-register, and will proceed to their left to pick up their drinks.  All products are oriented towards this line movement, and one’s visuality is limited to product placement, the menu, and the ‘barista’ inquiring about your order.  Placing an order is also based upon efficiency, and Starbucks has established a productive syntax in order to ensure a high yield of drinks in little time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The syntax is as follows: quantity of espresso + size + ice, if any + type of milk, with 2% as norm + flavor, if any + externalities (e.g., ‘no whip’) + type of drink + ‘for here’, if customer specifies = order.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that customers are not rewarded for saying their order ‘correctly’ indicates how customers are expected to be productive of this specific, albeit efficient syntax.  Complications ensue for those customers who speak in generalities (e.g., ‘I will have a large coffee’), and they are immediately corrected, or better, translated into Starbucks speak.  Starbucks is a site of uninterrupted training.  It is obvious (or maybe it is not so obvious, and that is why it works) that this strategy of translation is related to the company’s seeming dedication to my second point, what I understand to be lifestyle consumption.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The apparatus of Starbucks presupposes certain ‘ideas of the self,' and Starbucks should be understood as an assemblage of technologies that presumes a certain relation between persons and products. The calculated marketing of Starbucks assumes a certain demographic that will frequent the coffee shop; a demographic that will not only participate in a simulation of a romanticized Italian atmosphere – ‘barista,’ a word hardly used fifteen years ago has now become ubiquitous – but will also consume/utilize products that will serve as signifiers of who one is.  These products range from Starbucks staples (coffee mugs, coffee machines, coffee beans, and of course, the white Starbucks cup with a brown protective sleeve over it) to popular music, books, movies, and board games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In other words, Starbucks has become a space of self-actualization.  In my observation, it is a space where a certain type of person can desire a certain identity, and dare I speculate that this ‘type of person’ in a Lexington context is white and middle-class (although one should be careful to conflate the ideal demographic with all the people who shop Starbucks)?  It is clear that Starbucks assumes (and calculates accordingly) that products have a certain power to shape identities, and further assumes that the company has been so successful in their calculations that they can advertise their health benefits to employees and their ‘corporate responsibility’ to ‘fair trade’ coffee to customers; i.e., they assume a demographic that will care.  As Max Weber once intimated in a much different context, Starbucks has become ‘a virtuous liaison between happiness and profit.’  Starbucks shapes a style of life for customers who, through acts of choice, in turn shape themselves in a world of Starbucks goods.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a cursory conclusion, I would argue that the Lexington Starbucks has become such a space (albeit privatized), or assemblage for a ‘community’ of frequent customers to exchange superficial stories of happiness, church, and family, which is bound up with Starbucks as a space of self-actualization.  I use the word superficial because I have not seen a conversation between people who did not come in together last more than five or ten minutes; i.e., it is a space of short, efficient, and maximized conversation that will yield as much information about the weather in as little time as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31398855-6747827669276405223?l=meanswithoutend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanswithoutend.blogspot.com/feeds/6747827669276405223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31398855&amp;postID=6747827669276405223' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31398855/posts/default/6747827669276405223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31398855/posts/default/6747827669276405223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanswithoutend.blogspot.com/2007/02/experiencing-starbucks.html' title='Experiencing Starbucks'/><author><name>Oliver Belcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17006185553123945743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31398855.post-803686439488195445</id><published>2007-01-06T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T09:05:18.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rare Admission by the New York Times</title><content type='html'>There has been a plethora of commentary over the past week on the execution of Saddam Hussein, the taunts and brutality of his executioners, and the almost predictable aftermath of Sunnis throughout the Middle East turning Hussein into a martyr and symbol against the U.S. imperial project in Iraq.  Of course, there has also been speculation about the timing of the execution, and its 'coincidental' synchrony with the news of the deaths of U.S. soldiers exceeding 3,000; i.e., about the same number of Iraqis that die every month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It almost goes without saying that the execution was a farce.  As I have stated before, it is not only a fiction to suggest that there is anything resembling a 'government' in Iraq -- since 'P.M.' Maliki has barely any power within the Green Zone, and no power outside of it -- it would be laughable if it were not so serious to suggest that the judicial process that Hussein and his cohort have been subjected to could be called 'fair' or 'due process.'  President Bush described the execution as a 'just act' that resulted from a 'fair trial.'  One can only agree with Richard Falk when he suggests that Bush's description of Hussein's trial as fair is either a critical insight into what Bush understands to be legitimate legal procedure (which is not far-fetched given the Bush Administration's impetus to suspend habeas corpus to those suspected of being 'terrorists' or 'enemy combatants'), or it is a most sinister P.R. stunt of Orwellian proportions by the Administration in order to discursively construct an illusory image of the Iraqi 'government' for the American public. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas, illusions are like faith, and can only be maintained when facts can knowingly or unknowingly be rejected when they do not square with one's world-view.  But, the world-view constructed by the Administration has long been imploding from without, with the results 'from the ground' exceeding the explainations given by the Bush Administration.  And now, we can find little nuggets buried within the New York Times that encapsulate the situation without resorting to hegemonized media norms.  Just today, we can read the following in the New York Times in an article on the effects of Saddam Hussein's execution in the Middle East:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here in Beirut, hundreds of members of the Lebanese Baath Party and Palestinian activists marched Friday in a predominantly Sunni neighborhood behind a symbolic coffin representing that of Mr. Hussein and later offered a funeral prayer. Photographs of Mr. Hussein standing up in court, against a backdrop of the Dome of the Rock shrine in Jerusalem, were pasted on city walls near Palestinian refugee camps, praising 'Saddam the martyr.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'God damn America and its spies,' a banner across one major Beirut thoroughfare read. 'Our condolences to the nation for the assassination of Saddam, and victory to the Iraqi resistance.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By standing up to the United States and its client government in Baghdad and dying with seeming dignity, Mr. Hussein appears to have been virtually cleansed of his past."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That last sentence, "the United States and its client government in Baghdad," is significant because Baghdad is never discussed in that manner in either media or policy circles.  Much effort is made to make Baghdad seem as if it is operating independently, but by acknowledging that it is a client government, or rather a client 'government' (it really only operates in a symbolic manner, with the U.S. as its primary militia), the whole process of Hussein's trial and the 'hand-over' to the Baghdad authorities is undermined and exposed for what it really is: a U.S. imperial project that is pulling the strings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31398855-803686439488195445?l=meanswithoutend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanswithoutend.blogspot.com/feeds/803686439488195445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31398855&amp;postID=803686439488195445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31398855/posts/default/803686439488195445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31398855/posts/default/803686439488195445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanswithoutend.blogspot.com/2007/01/rare-admission-by-new-york-times.html' title='Rare Admission by the New York Times'/><author><name>Oliver Belcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17006185553123945743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31398855.post-6238015633699206465</id><published>2007-01-03T15:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T16:17:57.815-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop-Torture in the 'City on the Hill'</title><content type='html'>*This commentary appeared on Znet http://www.zmag.org/content/showarticle.cfm?ItemID=12014&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To take a photograph is to participate in another person’s mortality, vulnerability, mutability". &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Susan Sontag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the auspices of a so-called ‘war on terror,’ we often hear critics discuss serious matters pertaining to the geo-political and geo-economical consequences of the war on U.S. foreign policy, as well as the ramifications of the war for future diplomatic relations with the Middle East and the world.  Those analyses typically point to the destructive construction—by both the Bush Administration (and their pundits) and al-Qaeda—of geographical imaginaries that cultivate an ‘us’ versus ‘them’ mentality—a policy tactic whose precedence lingers from a Cold War-based statecraft.  The global public witnessed the ugly result of this cancerous us/them dyad when the Abu-Ghraib photos were clandestinely released to CBS in April 2004.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The significance of these photos is complex, and is the subject of this brief commentary.  But already we can see that the complications posed by the Abu-Ghraib photographs are far beyond geo-political and geo-economic concerns; instead, we have to enter into the realm of cultural significance.  For, as the late cultural critic Edward Said reminds us, ‘culture underwrites power even as power elaborates culture.’  Ever since Edward Said’s publication of Orientalism in 1977, there has been a renewed focus on the power of culture in producing difference (‘us/them’) because, as Derek Gregory argues in his masterful The Colonial Present, ‘culture involves the production, circulation, and legitimation of meanings through representations, practices, and performances that enter fully into the constitution of the world.’  Therefore, the significance of the Abu-Ghraib photos is that they are insignificant—they are redundant images born out of an Americanized ‘architecture of enmity.’  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The typical response to the Abu-Ghraib photos in the popular media was one of spectacle ‘shock,’ because the images of tortured Muslims having canines on the verge of attacking genitalia, or nude men being stacked in a pyramid with a smiling Lynndie England and Charles Graner giving an affirmative thumbs-up, flew in the face of an American exceptionalism that understands itself to be a beacon of democracy, freedom, and due process—as Reagan famously stated, the ‘City on the Hill.’  Instead, the American and global public witnessed in those images representations of dehumanization, humiliation, and physical brutality; in other words, a mentality of guilty-until-proven-innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two significant features to these pitiless photographs that merit discussion.  The first feature concerns the reaction of ‘shock,’ and the second underscores the insignificance of the photographs.  This may seem like a strange combination seeming that shock usually implies a degree of significance, but I think the contrary is true, that it is in fact the insignificance of the photographs that provoked such a reaction, which I will now explain.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shock and Awe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to understand the implications of the Abu-Ghraib photographs, we must first consider the mutable nuances of American war-imagery over the past thirty years.  Ever since the images of naked Vietnamese girls running through field with their flesh aflame with napalm and American soldiers coming back in body-bags from the Vietnam War, the U.S. government and media have carefully managed war-imagery because of its power to negatively affect public opinion towards U.S. wars of aggression (Vietnam, Nicaragua, Greneda, and Iraq being examples par excellence).  Since Vietnam, war imagery has moved away from a corporeal, embodied, subjective mediazation of war, to a more distanced, de-corporeal, objective experience of spectacular violence; in other words, there has been an erasure of the human body from the picture.  This objective experience ranges from distanced, night-vision experiences of bombs downpouring on cities, to embedding journalists with the military in order to ensure coverage of only one side, to the insidious refusal to enumerate Iraqi casualties (though a recent John Hopkins report states that an incredible 650,000 Iraqis have been killed since the most recent invasion by the United States).  Media coverage of flagdraped caskets of soldiers has also been strictly censored.  As University of Chicago art historian WJT Mitchell argues, like the first Gulf War, ‘this [has been] a war without bodies or tears for [and from] the American public, but one filled, at the same time, with a sense of danger, paranoia, and spectacular violence.’  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is within this context that we can understand the unconventionality of the Abu-Ghraib photographs: they were a reintroduction of bodies back into war imagery.  In a mediatized world where the political stakes are the power of fascination, it was only after the corporeal imagery of real suffering and humiliation depicted in the Abu-Ghraib imagery (and in New Orleans for that matter) that the support for the war dwindled.  It is no coincidence that Rumsfeld’s first response to the public disclosure of the Abu-Ghraib tortures was to ban the possession of digital cameras.  But what made these photographs seem significant? I would argue that this unconventional war-imagery was what Jacque Lacan would call a veritable ‘answer of the real.’  In other words, the unsanitized photographs revealed more about American culture than was too comfortable to acknowledge.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Insignificance of Torture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the more interesting responses to the disclosure of the Abu-Ghraib photographs came from the right-wing pundit Rush Limbaugh, who attempted to do his part in quality control by likening the images to something that happens in ‘fraternity houses all the time.’  Even though Limbaugh was criticized heavily for this reaction, it was precisely his insinuation that Abu-Ghraib was unexceptional that provoked the rage, and I think he is more right than his critics suggest, though not in the ways he might believe.  What makes the Abu-Ghraib photographs insignificant is the fact that they are indeed banal—they are like images that are depicted on television ad nauseum, as well as routinely performed and practiced in American culture.  In other words, they fall in line with what I would call the conventions of American pop-torture.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As social theorists Bulent Diken and Carsten Laustsen argue, the pictures ‘are a testimony to the extent of voyeurism and brutalization present in today’s society… the pictures signify a normalization… of the extreme exercise of sado-masochistic ritual (e.g., Lynndie England leading a naked man around on a leash).’  One needs to look no further than shows like 24 and Battlestar Galactica (where ‘terrorists’ are routinely tortured for reasons of ‘national security’), and movies like Pulp Fiction and Hostel to see that it is no secret that the United States celebrates fantasies of ‘cool’ violence as ‘good entertainment.’  As Susan Sontag suggests, ‘depicting orgies of torture is being normalized, by the apostles of the new, bellicose, imperial America, as high-spirited prankishness or venting.’  I will never forget a commercial that was shown recently for the show 24 that started with ‘America never backs down from the threat of terrorism’ flashing on the screen, followed by the image of U.S. soldiers breaking into Iraqi houses.  The commercial then continued with ‘And neither does Jack,’ followed by Jack Bauer (Kiefer Sutherland) choking an unnamed ‘terrorist.’  This kind of spectacular pop-torture has become so ubiquitous that it barely merits mentioning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it is not just within the real of spectacular images that torturous violence is becoming normalized.  As the famed Slovenian cultural critic Slajov Zizek enthuses, the insignificance of the Abu-Ghraib in the American context is due to similar photos surfacing in regular intervals in the US press.  For instance, when ‘some scandal explodes in an army unit or on a high-school campus, where the initiatic ritual went to far and soldiers and students got hurt beyond a level considered tolerable, forced to assume a humiliating pose, to perform debasing gestures, to be pierced by needles, and so on.’  A telling example is the recent fraternity initiation gone wrong at the University of Oregon, when a rushing student had their anus penetrated in front of his peers with a beer bottle, which broke inside of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the logic behind torture that makes the Abu-Ghraib photos insignificant, because the logic of inflicting pain for security and/or fun has become all-pervasive.  But why the reaction of shock that followed the release of the Abu-Ghraib photos?  I would argue that it was due to their being out-of-place in the imaginary that caused the mass shudder.  In other words, they exceeded the boundaries of fiction, and instead brought to bear the very real consequences of war that is more than distanced imagery.  Further, those pictures revealed the surreptitious practices and performances that have become omnipresent within U.S. families and communities.  Indeed, the pictures were a welcoming into the desert of the American subcultural real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31398855-6238015633699206465?l=meanswithoutend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanswithoutend.blogspot.com/feeds/6238015633699206465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31398855&amp;postID=6238015633699206465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31398855/posts/default/6238015633699206465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31398855/posts/default/6238015633699206465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanswithoutend.blogspot.com/2007/01/pop-torture-in-city-on-hill.html' title='Pop-Torture in the &apos;City on the Hill&apos;'/><author><name>Oliver Belcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17006185553123945743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31398855.post-116473452616790417</id><published>2006-11-28T12:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T12:24:01.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brief Thoughts on Harvey's The New Imperialism</title><content type='html'>In his book, The New Imperialism, David Harvey offers a post-classical Marxist account of what he understands to be the contemporary manifestation of imperialism.  Harvey employs not only his theoretical greatest hit (the acclaimed ‘spatial fix’), as well as a couple of old Trotsky joints (‘uneven development,’ and ‘accumulation by dispossession’—though Trotsky is given credit for neither in Harvey’s book), but he also ‘develops’ two theoretical logics within the world-system (the ‘territorial’ and ‘capitalistic’ logics) in order to illustrate the spatial economy of imperialism (there is nothing really new about it).  The case for imperialism is simple for Harvey: the (still) dominant U.S.—since it is in political-economic decline—must ‘accumulate through dispossession’ revenues from Middle Eastern oil in order to (1) buttress its military-financial position in relation to Europe and Japan, and (2) control the oil-spigot that is fueling a rapidly growing and threatening South-east Asia economic bloc, particularly China.  One has to be careful when reading Harvey because he is masterful with his prose, and is very convincing despite his theoretical problems.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The restrictions in length with this blog entry unfortunately allow me to focus on only one of the theoretical problems of Harvey, though a thorough critical analysis of his oeuvre is a prescient book waiting to be written, especially given the scope of his ideas within the discipline.  Nevertheless, I want to focus on Harvey’s ‘big Kahuna’: the spatial fix.  The spatial fix is obviously the theoretical lynchpin for Harvey in this book, and it is clear that he wishes to employ it in order for the advanced reader to grasp the highlights of a geographical approach to (post)modern global politics.  However, the question needs to be asked: would a ‘new imperialism’ make sense if the ‘spatial fix’ proved to be a largely inadequate theoretical concept?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the theoretical strains of economic Marxism, Harvey is situated within the ‘crisis theory’ school, particularly with those who emphasize a dynamic called the ‘tendency of the rate to profit to fall’ that was theoretically developed by Rosdolsky, Shaikh, Aglietta, and others from the French ‘regulation school.’  Harvey has accented the work of all these theorists in his books where he outlines in detail the mechanics of the spatial fix.   Without getting into detail the complexities of and differences between these theorists, there is one common theoretical thread: that capitalists are incessant about seeking an appropriation of surplus value, and in order to ameliorate any pending crises of overaccumulation (i.e., the steadfast and essential contradiction in capitalism of the mode of production coming into contradiction with the relations of production) an investment into the primary (production), secondary (consumption), and tertiary (R&amp;D; services) circuits must be made in order to temporally offset any crisis.  It is with these investitures that new regimes of accumulation burgeon out of the spent infrastructures of the old (e.g., the shift from production-based Keynesian accumulation to consumer/financial-based flexible accumulation).  It is upon this temporal fix that Harvey intervened with the spatial component by poignantly pointing out that molecular capital accumulates in clusters, and once it overaccumulates and exceeds its economy of scale, capital must, then, spatially reallocate resources—thus emphasizing the spatio-temporal side of the ‘fix’ equation.  We can see that this is his basic premise in The New Imperialism: that there has been an overaccumulation of productive capital within the U.S. for the past twenty or so years (hence the need to export factories to the lowest paid worker sites), and the financial sector is now running into trouble, so there is a need to appropriate, or better, privatize through ‘dispossession’ those sectors that have remained outside of capital’s control, particularly those sectors that are critical for domestic interests: resources such as oil.  This is where the intermingling and oft-contradictory logics of capital and territory—within the US—overlap in The New Imperialism, since capital wants the $$$$$, and politicians want happy constituents.  One may ask, what is the engine behind all this, or that kernel of truth that is the essence of the spatial fix?  Harvey says that we need to look no further than Marx for the answer (Marx has the answers for almost everything for Harvey): Accumulation for accumulation’s sake, production for production’s sake; or what Marx famously called the “Moses and the Prophets of accumuation and production.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This explanation seems simple enough, what could possibly be the problem?  As mentioned above, Harvey’s convincing prose can often hide the theoretical problems that are at work. However, for Harvey, there is no room for contingency in the spatial fix.  The moment the spatial fix is employed may be contingent, but the spatial fix embodies a paradoxical determinism; i.e., it is historically necessary that accumulated capital be spatially fixed (particularly in mechanized infrastructure/space), since it apparently has no other function or outlet.  As Bruce Norton (2001: 35) has pointed out, there is an assumption at work of a historically necessary agent—properly known as ‘the agent of history’: the capitalist who exploits (appropriates surplus value) and expands (reinvests).  Workers are largely irrelevant in falling rate of profit theorists’ writings, because they have no sincere agency; i.e.,  they are always working for the interests of capital.  Workers have no agency, which postmodernists seem to not understand, and we must wait for the contradictions of capital to resolve themselves, which postmodernists naively avoid.  We can see line of thinking in Harvey (63) when he boldly claims, “A wave of labor militancy swept the advanced capitalist world during the late 1970s and the 1980s as working-class movements [that is all they can be] everywhere sought to preserve the gains they had won during the 1960s and early 1970s.  &lt;i&gt;In retrospect, we can see this as a rearguard action to preserve the conditions and privileges gained within and around expanded reproduction and the welfare state, rather than a progressive movement seeking transformative changes&lt;/i&gt; [i.e., ‘they,’ all of them, were blindly working in the interests of capital].’  There is thus a necessary telos: appropriation that must be fixed.  According to Harvey, there is no other dynamic of capital.  Produce. Accumulate. Crisis. Fix. Produce. Accumulate. Crisis. Fix. Produce. Accumu… That’s it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two problems with this formulation.  First, is the assumption that capital is necessarily (re)appropriated and expands in order to reproduce itself.  The work of Reznick, Wolff, Norton, and Gibson-Graham have all stressed ad nauseum that capital is not deterministic, and is allocated in ways where it does not reproduce itself, particularly in the multiplicity of class formations that are contingent and ever-changing (they focus on vols. 2 &amp; 3 of Capital).  This is something that needs to be dealt with at length in geography, and if I could do it all over again, this would be my thesis topic (maybe there is still time!), because it would insinuate that spatial fixes are not necessarily necessary.  Secondly, there is the problem of agency, since it clear in Harvey’s work that the capitalist (TNC) is the dominant agent, and the State is the other (albeit secondary) agent.  Again, Gibson-Graham have responded to this formulation at length.  But, what would this non-historically-necessary spatial fix mean for Harvey’s new imperialism?  In other words, what do we learn if the spatial fix is really only a minor, or even marginal feature in global affairs (assuming that all ‘molecular’ factors can miraculously align in order to produce an agency called a spatial fix on such a grand scale: that is a one big miraculating machine!)?  There is a large bit of truth to Harvey’s formulation: the U.S. did invade Iraq and Central Asia in order to secure resources and control the growth of China.  One would be naïve to think otherwise.  But what Harvey seems to miss when he elides the ‘postmodern movements’ is the limits to his own formulation.  It is now obvious that the U.S. has no power (in the traditional sense) in Iraq, and certainly never did.  The government in Iraq has no power, and never did.  The U.S. military is one militia among many (not even the most powerful) in a landscape were power is wielded literally on a neighborhood level.  The so-called ‘Iraqi government’ (which is no doubt a fiction) has absolutely no power outside Baghdad, and certainly no power to speak of within Baghdad that would merit it as a ‘government’—Prime Minister Maliki (who has no militia) is completely reliant upon Sadr’s Mahdi Army.  The Iraqi government has the limited power of words, since they have partial control over the media.  What does all this mean?  It means that one needs to seriously reconsider the way logics of capital and territory, along with their agents of history (the capitalist and worker), are represented in a world where they have increasingly declining power as proper categorizations of the social scene, especially when faced with the ‘molecular’ ‘multitude’ (if you will) that is being confronted on the streets of Baghdad.  In other words, there needs to be a reorientation of ‘scale’ away from these grand schemas, to the actual molecular level: that level that Deleuze and Guattari understand to be the intensities on the BwO; that level that concerned Foucault; and that level that Hardt and Negri have identified as the multitude (though I hate this word as well).  It is on this level that we can escape the historical necessity of Harvey, and instead grasp the contingencies that are playing out today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31398855-116473452616790417?l=meanswithoutend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanswithoutend.blogspot.com/feeds/116473452616790417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31398855&amp;postID=116473452616790417' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31398855/posts/default/116473452616790417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31398855/posts/default/116473452616790417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanswithoutend.blogspot.com/2006/11/brief-thoughts-on-harveys-new.html' title='Brief Thoughts on Harvey&apos;s &lt;i&gt;The New Imperialism&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Oliver Belcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17006185553123945743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31398855.post-116420945395658481</id><published>2006-11-22T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T10:32:19.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Divine Violence: A Life...</title><content type='html'>Throughout the writings of Agamben, the reader encounters what can properly be understood as his ‘liberatory’ &lt;i&gt;programme&lt;/i&gt;: a call for categorical ‘divine violence.’  But, before we can discuss the implications of such a &lt;i&gt;programme&lt;/i&gt; for geography, we must first take a quick Benjaminian detour into the nature of such a violence. The term ‘divine violence’ originates in Walter Benjamin’s essay ‘Critique of Violence,’ whereby he confronts the problem of violence inherent to the matrix of law.  By reflecting on the historical constitution of Western juridical structures (particularly those based in Germanic law), Benjamin discusses at length the traditional juridical distinction between natural law (a tradition concerned with justified ends despite the means), and positive law (a tradition that emphasizes justification of means despite any high-minded and potentially justified ends).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a testament to Benjamin’s genius, it becomes clear that he is not interested in choosing between a juridical false opposition of natural and positive law, but rather in disclosing the ‘ultimate insolubility of all legal problems:’ namely their juridical foundation in ‘law-making’ and ‘law-preserving’ violence; i.e., law is founded [in/on?] violence.  ‘Among all the forms of violence permitted by both natural law and positive law,’ Benjamin writes (1996: 247), ‘not one is free of the gravely problematic nature, already indicated, of all legal violence.’  But Benjamin is &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; concerned with alleviating a liberatory programme from violence.  On the contrary, it is simply impossible, according to Benjamin, to ‘conceive of any solution to human problems, not to speak of deliverance from the confines of all the world-historical conditions of existence obtaining hitherto… if violence is totally excluded in principle (1996: 247).’  The ‘revolutionary task’ for Benjamin is to tap into those ‘kinds of violence [that] exist other than all those envisaged by legal theory;’ i.e., to employ a violence that is neither law-making or law-preserving, but rather ‘law-destroying.’ This ‘law-destroying’ violence is &lt;i&gt;divine violence&lt;/i&gt;. Unlike the jurdicial violence inherit to natural and positive law, divine violence—&lt;i&gt;pure violence&lt;/i&gt;—is a ‘mediality without ends’ (Agamben 2005: 62).  Why a ‘law-destroying’ violence?  Because, the bloodshed that results from legal violence, argues Benjamin, is the ‘symbol of bare life (1996: 250).’  In other words, &lt;i&gt;the dissolution of legal violence, of sovereign juridical structures, is coetaneously the dissolution of bare life&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It is this dissolution of bare life that leads Agamben down the path originally set by Benjamin; i.e., for Agamben, divine violence becomes an immanent ‘true political action (2005: 88).’  Divine violence, or to use Agamben’s metonymic annotation ‘pure violence,’ is a relational action: ‘pure’ by its differentiation to juridical means, which in its violence, always has an end (law-making, and law-preserving).  Pure violence, according to Agamben, ‘is that which does not stand in a relation of means toward an end, but holds itself in its relation to its own mediality… pure violence is attested to only as the exposure and deposition of the relation between violence and law (Agamben 2005: 62 our emphasis).’  Unlike legal violence, where ‘blood is the symbol of bare life,’ divine/pure violence is bloodless violence.  What does this mean?  The ‘true political action’ to Agamben is the ‘dissolution of the between the relation between violence and law (2005: 63);’ i.e., pure violence (i.e., pure means) is that which ‘severs the nexus between violence and law (2005: 88).’  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a word that does not bind, that neither commands nor prohibits anything, but says only itself, would correspond to a [political] action as pure means, which shows only itself, without any relation to an end.  And, between the two, not a lost original state, but only the use and human praxis that the powers of law and myth had sought to capture in the state of exception (2005: 88;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does such a ‘pure’ political action mean for geography, or the theorization of space?  Before answering this question, we need to re-address the topological nature not only of sovereignty, but divine violence as well.  How should we understand the topological?  According to Agamben, it can only be understood as potential. Potentiality: A central element in Agamben’s writings on sovereignty is a sovereign power that is at once topological and potential—a state of exception that captures zoe, naked life.  Agamben understands potentiality to be ‘the presence of an absence; that is what we call “faculty” or “power” (Potentialities 1999: 179).’  Potentiality, according to Agamben, is intimately related to the ability—the faculty—to say ‘I can,’ without the action being materialized.  To have a faculty, argues Agamben, means ‘to have a privation,’ i.e., the potential not to be.  A central tension for Agamben in Homo Sacer is how the constituting/constituted power become indistinguishable, and Agamben looks to Aristotle’s two potentialities—the potential to be actual, and the potential to be im-potential—as central for understanding sovereign power as topological.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If potentiality is to have its own consistency and not always disappear immediately into actuality, it is necessary that potentiality be able not to pass over into actuality, that potentiality constitutively be the potentiality not to (do or be), or, as Aristotle says, potentiality be also im-potentiality (adynamia) (Homo Sacer 1998: 45).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This potentiality, argues Abamben, ‘maintains itself in relation to actuality in the form of its suspension; it is capable of the act in not realizing it, it is sovereignly capable of its own im-potentiality (1998: 45).’  Thus, the ban, that sovereign rationality of power that marks the exception is topological in that it has the ability not to be: it is potential; it is the zone of indistinction between constituting and constituted power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potentiality is that through which Being founds itself sovereignly, which is to say, without anything preceding it or determining it other than its own ability not to be.  And an act is sovereign when it realizes itself by simply taking away its own potentiality not to be, letting itself be, giving itself to itself (1998: 46).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the denouement of his essay ‘On Potentiality,’ Agamben closes by stating that ‘the greatness of human potentiality is measured by the abyss of human impotentiality.’  What could Agamben possibly mean by such a provocative statement?  This is a return to Agamben’s concern with ‘true political action’ (i.e., divine/pure violence), since Agamben understands the ‘root of freedom’ to be found in the ‘abyss of potentiality.’  To be free, argues Agamben ‘is not simply to have the power to do this or that thing, nor is it simply to have the power to refuse to do this or that thing.’  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be free is, in the sense we have seen, to be capable of one’s own impotentiality, to be in relation to one’s own privation.  This is why freedom is freedom for both good and evil (Agamben 1999: 183).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both the sovereign and the ‘purely violent,’ yet bloodless human praxis that refuses to be captured in the state of exception are found in the abyss of potentiality.  But Agamben poses the following question: how is it possible to consider the actuality of the potentiality to not-be?  This is the axial, the paramount question for Agamben’s revolutionary programme.  If a potential to not-be, Agamben argues, ‘originally belongs to all potentiality, then there is truly potentiality only where the potentiality to not-be does not lag behind actuality but passes fully into it as such.  This does not mean that it disappears in actuality; on the contrary, it preserves itself as such in actuality (1999: 183).’ In other words, the preservation of potentiality within actuality is the contingent kernel of the ‘mediality without ends’ of divine violence—or to put it quite simply, the abyss of potentiality/impotentiality is means without end; a praxis that cannot be captured.  For Agamben, this is ‘freedom’ without a nutshell.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should come as no surprise that Agamben gives an affirmative nod to Gilles Deleuze in his chapter ‘Absolute Immanence’ in Potentialities, since the relation between immanence, divine violence, and ‘freedom’ are clearly entangled in Agamben’s writings.  The importance of both Deleuze (and Foucault) for Agamben are their tantamount contributions to what Agamben calls ‘the coming philosophy’ on the concept of life, which weighs so heavily in his own works.  Agamben’s concern in this chapter is Deleuze’s essay ‘Immanence: A Life…’, where Deleuze briefly outlines before his death what could—in more-or-less vulgar terms—be called a ‘liberatory moment.’  Following on his earlier life works on the historical tension between immanence and the transcendent, ‘immanence,’ Deleuze postulates without hesitation, ‘is the very vertigo of philosophy (1990: 67; quoted in Agamben 1999: 226).’  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immanence is immanent only to itself and consequently captures everything, absorbs All-One, and leaves nothing remaining to which it could be immanent.  In any case, whenever immanence is interpretated as immanent to Something, we can be sure that this something reintroduces the transcendent (1994: 47; quoted in Agamben 1999: 227).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agamben is compelled to turn to Deleuze in order to unfold the relation of potential divine violence and ‘a life.’  For Deleuze, Agamben writes, ‘we can say that between immanence and a life there is a kind of crossing with neither distance nor identification, something like a passage without spatial movement (1999: 223).’  This crossing, this ‘passage without a spatial movement,’ is a matrix of infinite desubjectification (1999: 232).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the specific aim of the isolation of bare life is to mark a division in the living being, such that a plurality of functions and a series of oppositions can be articulated (vegetative life/relational life; animal on the inside/animal on the outside; plant/man; and at the limit, zoe/bios, bare life and politically qualified life), a life [the figure of absolute immanence] thus functions as a principle of virtual indetermination, in which the vegetative and the animal, the inside and the outside, and even the organic and the inorganic, in passing through one another, cannot be told apart (1999: 233).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolute immanence—in other words, potential, bloodless pure violence in actuality (‘mediality without end’)—is call for Benjamin’s barbarians: those law-destroying lives that cannot to be captured in a sovereign’s state of exception. It is a life… whose principle is ‘infinite desubjectification,’ that cannot be striated into a subject. It is this life, a life… of immanent desire to itself, a radical desubjectification that runs counter to the potentially subjectified bare life of biopower—that succubus that currently haunts our political landscape.  ‘Pure immanence, a life…’ Agamben states, ‘is pure contemplation beyond every subject and object of knowledge; it is pure potentiality that preserves without acting… a life… is potentially, complete beatitude (1999: 234).’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads us back to the question posed earlier: what does a potential ‘pure violence,’ a principle of absolute immanence, mean for geography?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;To Be Continued...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31398855-116420945395658481?l=meanswithoutend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31398855.post-116266103364819713</id><published>2006-11-04T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:28:03.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ritual Lies</title><content type='html'>Scar tissue torn back to ribbons&lt;br /&gt;Gnawed by memory, I sit alone&lt;br /&gt;Skin talk, speaking in tongues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shelter, &lt;br /&gt;My gilded cage&lt;br /&gt;My pit of despair&lt;br /&gt;It becomes ritualized,&lt;br /&gt;becomes ritual lies&lt;br /&gt;It takes all you have to break away&lt;br /&gt;To end the compromise, &lt;br /&gt;And to realize&lt;br /&gt;You are going to carry your secrets&lt;br /&gt;To the grave&lt;br /&gt;Through the gauntlet of &lt;br /&gt;revilers and despisers&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of your life&lt;br /&gt;Opium of cheap affection- &lt;br /&gt;bought and paid for by infection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never tear us apart&lt;br /&gt;Never break us apart&lt;br /&gt;Never let them come between us&lt;br /&gt;Never throw it away&lt;br /&gt;Tear us apart&lt;br /&gt;Break us apart&lt;br /&gt;Never let them come between us&lt;br /&gt;Throw it all&lt;br /&gt;Away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31398855-116266103364819713?l=meanswithoutend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanswithoutend.blogspot.com/feeds/116266103364819713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31398855&amp;postID=116266103364819713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31398855/posts/default/116266103364819713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;br /&gt;between &lt;br /&gt;the &lt;br /&gt;soil and the sky&lt;br /&gt;An echoing silence&lt;br /&gt; to answer your cries;&lt;br /&gt;I have one question to ask Him,&lt;br /&gt; I know I've only got so much time…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out in the desert, &lt;br /&gt;dragged myself through Hell,&lt;br /&gt;Bent every muscle, &lt;br /&gt;every nerve &lt;br /&gt;to the cause&lt;br /&gt;Only to come face to face with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone gets what they deserve, &lt;br /&gt;Every gets their just deserts&lt;br /&gt;Everyone gets what they want&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's going to die&lt;br /&gt;God wants some suffering, &lt;br /&gt;God hates your lies&lt;br /&gt;God grinds under heel when you try to survive&lt;br /&gt;"So relieved to discover God loves you?"&lt;br /&gt;Nailed to the cross of your hate for this life-&lt;br /&gt;That's your faith? &lt;br /&gt;Do you feel deserted?&lt;br /&gt;You dragged yourself through Hell,&lt;br /&gt;Believed in every word, &lt;br /&gt;But in Death&lt;br /&gt;Only come face to face with &lt;br /&gt;Yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kingdom of Heaven is Flesh,&lt;br /&gt;To the ends of the earth and no more;&lt;br /&gt;Every shudder, &lt;br /&gt;every shivering night&lt;br /&gt;Until the maggots come to carry you home&lt;br /&gt;When your heroes are slaughtered&lt;br /&gt;Your lovers are raped, in this world of shit:&lt;br /&gt;No one gets out alive, &lt;br /&gt;no escape&lt;br /&gt;It's not hard to believe, is it…&lt;br /&gt;That in death you will be Saved?&lt;br /&gt;I Went out in the desert&lt;br /&gt;Dragged myself through Hell&lt;br /&gt;I have a growing suspicion&lt;br /&gt;That there's no secret to tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reap what you sow &lt;br /&gt;in blood red sex&lt;br /&gt;Deathblood red and needle tracks&lt;br /&gt;As your illusions kick the last nail in&lt;br /&gt;You plead for mercy&lt;br /&gt;Plead to just stop wanting&lt;br /&gt;(But I) &lt;br /&gt;Once waited to return to claw&lt;br /&gt;Now transfigured in the fire I pray:&lt;br /&gt;If nothing else is left for me, &lt;br /&gt;To exalt in pain&lt;br /&gt;I choose to bleed&lt;br /&gt;To bleed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born again O&lt;br /&gt;ut in the desert&lt;br /&gt;Walking in God's steps; &lt;br /&gt;Whispered the secret to me-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Silence as sure as death&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knocking at Kafka's gate&lt;br /&gt;I only come face to face with&lt;br /&gt;Myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31398855-116266086272388887?l=meanswithoutend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanswithoutend.blogspot.com/feeds/116266086272388887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31398855&amp;postID=116266086272388887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;br /&gt;to which we have been led&lt;br /&gt;And all of the factories &lt;br /&gt;that had ground to a halt&lt;br /&gt;By the side of the ocean&lt;br /&gt;boiling with blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are corpses &lt;br /&gt;in their loving hands&lt;br /&gt;Sleepwalking through a never-neverland&lt;br /&gt;And when we wake &lt;br /&gt;from dreams &lt;br /&gt;there will be nothing left&lt;br /&gt;Are you satisfied in your cage?&lt;br /&gt;Feeling nothing&lt;br /&gt;no love or hate or pain?&lt;br /&gt;Will you settle for nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are those in our ranks &lt;br /&gt;who would lull us to sleep&lt;br /&gt;As they wrap the whole planet &lt;br /&gt;in a skin of &lt;br /&gt;concrete&lt;br /&gt;They are the wolves &lt;br /&gt;in shepherd's clothing&lt;br /&gt;They sent &lt;br /&gt;your sons to the tomb&lt;br /&gt;put a flag on the moon&lt;br /&gt;The stakes are the very&lt;br /&gt;soul of humanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she drew back the shroud&lt;br /&gt;from the remains of our age&lt;br /&gt;She fled through the streets gripped by hideous fear&lt;br /&gt;Until she knelt &lt;br /&gt;at the foot of the sky &lt;br /&gt;where it touches the sand&lt;br /&gt;In the twilight&lt;br /&gt;it felt like she was the last one alive&lt;br /&gt;Choking on the ashes &lt;br /&gt;borne in on the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our flesh&lt;br /&gt;fills the air and &lt;br /&gt;falls &lt;br /&gt;softly like snow&lt;br /&gt;And a red cloud rises &lt;br /&gt;behind the earth&lt;br /&gt;It blots out all the stars&lt;br /&gt;and the sufferers below&lt;br /&gt;That's the mere antechamber &lt;br /&gt;of Their paradise&lt;br /&gt;As we &lt;br /&gt;breathe &lt;br /&gt;in our death&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31398855-116266051728977680?l=meanswithoutend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31398855.post-116266021031177799</id><published>2006-11-04T12:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:10:10.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Man for Himself; God Against Them All</title><content type='html'>Sacrificed yourself to the gods did you? &lt;br /&gt;I'll cut out &lt;br /&gt;your mother tongue, &lt;br /&gt;sow salt &lt;br /&gt;in the fields of the fatherland.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wages of sin are freedom, &lt;br /&gt;and though the wages of freedom &lt;br /&gt;may be death &lt;br /&gt;Is it not better &lt;br /&gt;to live &lt;br /&gt;with uncertainty &lt;br /&gt;than to fear to draw an honest breath? &lt;br /&gt;So scrape &lt;br /&gt;the veil of faith &lt;br /&gt;from your eyes &lt;br /&gt;Your prayers ascend&lt;br /&gt;like black smoke &lt;br /&gt;to the empty skies &lt;br /&gt;Under your &lt;br /&gt;carnivorous god of deceit, &lt;br /&gt;maybe &lt;br /&gt;just maybe &lt;br /&gt;do you feel incomplete? &lt;br /&gt;A wheel of knives is spinning in me, &lt;br /&gt;here &lt;br /&gt;always up to our eyes in disease &lt;br /&gt;Crawling through our darkest hours &lt;br /&gt;Slow funeral march to the end &lt;br /&gt;We've been led astray &lt;br /&gt;once again &lt;br /&gt;But I will serve a different master _______, &lt;br /&gt;thy kingdom come, &lt;br /&gt;thy will be done &lt;br /&gt;In heaven&lt;br /&gt;as it is &lt;br /&gt;Down here &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the burnt out skull &lt;br /&gt;of a sky that once shined &lt;br /&gt;The snuffed out stars &lt;br /&gt;aren't missed by the blind &lt;br /&gt;And all of man will burn in your heaven, &lt;br /&gt;eternal wretched life divine &lt;br /&gt;But it's a minute to midnight in my mind, s&lt;br /&gt;trike now &lt;br /&gt;or hold your peace for all time &lt;br /&gt;(For there is nothing I hate more than the stench of lies) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ACT 10:2  He and all his family were devout and God-fearing; he gave &lt;br /&gt;generously to those in need and prayed to God regularly.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lies in your head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;JOB 33:26  He prays to God and finds favor with him, he sees God's face and &lt;br /&gt;shouts for joy; he is restored by God to his righteous state.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lies in your head!&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever dare to take a breath? &lt;br /&gt;Will you ever dare to take back your &lt;br /&gt;freedom? &lt;br /&gt;We've been led astray once again &lt;br /&gt;But I will serve no gods &lt;br /&gt;or masters&lt;br /&gt;my kingdom come &lt;br /&gt;my will be done &lt;br /&gt;In heaven &lt;br /&gt;As it is &lt;br /&gt;Down here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31398855-116266021031177799?l=meanswithoutend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31398855.post-116265886108267889</id><published>2006-11-04T11:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T21:19:01.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pariah</title><content type='html'>Cast out of so-called paradise,&lt;br /&gt;I awoke among the dead&lt;br /&gt;Sought in vain to scrape the&lt;br /&gt;nightmares from my weary head&lt;br /&gt;It ever so happens&lt;br /&gt;that what I am inside&lt;br /&gt;Is everything you call ugly, every love you despise&lt;br /&gt;Now that you've laid me in the lowest pit,&lt;br /&gt;shall I praise you from down here?&lt;br /&gt;Am I to chant,&lt;br /&gt;among the vermin,&lt;br /&gt;prayers to fall upon deaf ears?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Take me in your arms,&lt;br /&gt;take me to your bed&lt;br /&gt;Set me a place at your table,&lt;br /&gt;let me in your head&lt;br /&gt;And I will betray you, I will desecrate you&lt;br /&gt;I will be your worst fears&lt;br /&gt;realized and brought to life&lt;br /&gt;I will teach your withered nerves to writhe,&lt;br /&gt;I will make you feel alive&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have nothing,&lt;br /&gt;you have no right to hunger&lt;br /&gt;or to thirst,&lt;br /&gt;to starve or&lt;br /&gt;to suffer at all&lt;br /&gt;Those who have what you have not will gather around to watch you crawl&lt;br /&gt;When your heart's desires are unforgivable crimes,&lt;br /&gt;blasphemous to the castrates and the voyeurs&lt;br /&gt;They will parade your disgrace,&lt;br /&gt;and spit back in your face&lt;br /&gt;all the loves you held sacred&lt;br /&gt;and pure&lt;br /&gt;As a slave's only right is&lt;br /&gt;rebelling&lt;br /&gt;As a thief's only right is&lt;br /&gt;deception&lt;br /&gt;As a whore's only revenge is&lt;br /&gt;contempt&lt;br /&gt;If you are innocent&lt;br /&gt;I will heap up enough sin&lt;br /&gt;To buy the Kingdom of the Condemned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I will walk among the dead&lt;br /&gt;Fighting to scrape your nightmares&lt;br /&gt;from my poisoned head&lt;br /&gt;I will betray you&lt;br /&gt;I will violate you&lt;br /&gt;I want be your worst fears realized&lt;br /&gt;Spend a night inside this cage,&lt;br /&gt;and you will learn to hate the hand that feeds you&lt;br /&gt;I will steal your heart,&lt;br /&gt;I will steal your soul&lt;br /&gt;your very nerves&lt;br /&gt;So I can make you feel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALIVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones you thought beneath you&lt;br /&gt;stand over you now&lt;br /&gt;The ones you thought behind you&lt;br /&gt;stand before you now&lt;br /&gt;The ones you thought could not hear&lt;br /&gt;are not deaf to you now&lt;br /&gt;And the eyes you thought blind&lt;br /&gt;are following your every move&lt;br /&gt;The homeless will sleep warm tonight&lt;br /&gt;The starving will be fed tonight&lt;br /&gt;The cast outs come back to haunt tonight&lt;br /&gt;The have-nots will get theirs tonight&lt;br /&gt;The hopeless will have hope tonight&lt;br /&gt;The worthless will have worth tonight&lt;br /&gt;The weary will rest well tonight&lt;br /&gt;The Holy sleep in Hell tonight&lt;br /&gt;The first will be the last tonight&lt;br /&gt;The last will be the first tonight&lt;br /&gt;The mighty are brought low tonight&lt;br /&gt;The have-nots will get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ours&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31398855-116265886108267889?l=meanswithoutend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanswithoutend.blogspot.com/feeds/116265886108267889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31398855&amp;postID=116265886108267889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31398855/posts/default/116265886108267889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31398855/posts/default/116265886108267889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanswithoutend.blogspot.com/2006/11/pariah.html' title='Pariah'/><author><name>Oliver Belcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17006185553123945743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31398855.post-116249395373300129</id><published>2006-11-02T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T13:59:13.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Potentiality, or the Agamben/Deleuze Connection</title><content type='html'>In the movie &lt;em&gt;The Matrix&lt;/em&gt;, there is a predominant tension between Neo (who disbelieves he is ‘The One’) and Morphius’s crew (who believe Neo to be ‘The One’).  The augury provided by the Oracle concerning the ‘One’ is a prophesy about a hybrid being: essentially a human, who has surpassed the threshold of machinic enslavement and social subjection; a human that has become one with the enslaving computer program, the Matrix: a human that has become immaterial machine.  &lt;em&gt;The Matrix&lt;/em&gt; tows its audience through the conventional cinematic tropes of doubt, frustration, surprise, and eventually triumph on the part of Neo—how can one forget the scene where Neo finally surpasses his limit: he becomes raining code: his &lt;em&gt;optifiliation&lt;/em&gt; to the program is realized: Neo now has eyes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Indeed, I now have eyes as well: I now see raining code: my theoreticofiliation is becoming realized.  Realized = real eyes.  Theory can become ritualized, but what becomes ritualized becomes &lt;em&gt;ritual lies&lt;/em&gt;.  Maybe ‘lie’ is a strong word, since I mean misunderstood.  I misunderstood, but now I see raining code.  I can no longer see theory as ritual.&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an interview, Michel Foucault once said, more or less in these words, that, like physicists who see little or no need to cite Newton in their work, he saw little need to cite Marx in his work because Marx was all pervasive—‘Marx’ wrote through Foucault.  Most contemporary theorists, particularly Giorgio Agamben, obviously feel the same way towards Deleuze and Guattari; why cite when Deleuze and Guattari when they write through you?  Paradoxically, the importance of Agamben becomes apparent is amplified only after reading D &amp; G.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Potentiality&lt;/em&gt;: A central element in Agamben’s writings on sovereignty is a sovereign power that is at once topological and &lt;em&gt;potential&lt;/em&gt;—a state of exception that captures &lt;em&gt;zoe&lt;/em&gt;, naked life.  Agamben understands potentiality to be ‘the presence of an absence; that is what we call “faculty” or “power” (&lt;em&gt;Potentialities&lt;/em&gt; 1999: 179).’  Potentiality, according to Agamben, is intimately related to the ability—the faculty—to say ‘I can,’ without the action being materialized.  &lt;em&gt;To have a faculty&lt;/em&gt;, argues Agamben, means ‘&lt;em&gt;to have&lt;/em&gt; a privation.  And potentiality is not a logical hypostasis but mode of existence of this privation (1999: 179; my emphasis).’  Thus, as Deleuze and Guattari argue, the faculty is immanent, anticipated, potential.  Potentiality is reverse causality &lt;em&gt;without finality&lt;/em&gt;: ‘it is not at all in the same way [what] appears in existence; it preexists in the capacity of a warded-off limit; hence its irreducible contingency.  &lt;em&gt;But in order to give a positive meaning to the idea of a ‘presentiment’ of what does not yet exist, it is necessary to demonstrate that what does not yet exist is already in action, in a different form than that of existence&lt;/em&gt; (D&amp;G: 431; my emphasis);’ i.e, it is the existence of a privation.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does this relate to the problem of sovereignty?  Agamben and D&amp;G are fundamentally concerned with constituting and constituted power as political/ontological concepts.  The central tension for Agamben in &lt;em&gt;Homo Sacer&lt;/em&gt; is how the constituting/constituted power become indistinguishable, and Agamben looks to Aristotle’s two potentialities—the potential to be actual, and the potential to be im-potential—as central for understanding sovereign power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If potentiality is to have its own consistency and not always disappear immediately into actuality, it is necessary that potentiality be able &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; to pass over into actuality, that potentiality constitutively be the &lt;em&gt;potentiality not to&lt;/em&gt; (do or be), or, as Aristotle says, potentiality be also im-potentiality (&lt;em&gt;adynamia&lt;/em&gt;) (Homo Sacer 1998: 45).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This potentiality, argues Abamben, ‘maintains itself in relation to actuality in the form of its suspension; it is capable of the act in not realizing it, it is sovereignly capable of its own im-potentiality (1998: 45).’  Thus, the ban, that sovereign rationality of power that marks the exception is topological in that it has the ability not to be: it is potential; it is the zone of indistinction between constituting and constituted power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potentiality is that through which Being founds itself sovereignly, which is to say, without anything preceding it or determining it other than its own ability not to be.  And an act is sovereign when it realizes itself by simply taking away its own potentiality not to be, letting itself be, giving itself to itself (1998: 46).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This formulation plays through ‘Apparatus of Capture.’  Capture, knotting, and nets are potential.  A point of similarity between Agamben and Deleuze and Guattari is their conception of threshold.  For Deleuze and Guattari, there is an intimate relation between limit and threshold, with the function of threshold being the moment when what is potentially anticipated taking on ‘consistency or fails to, and what is conjured away ceases to be so and arrives (D&amp;G 432).  D&amp;G discuss threshold in two instances (both interrelated): (1) the macro convergence or emergence of forms of agglomeration/central power (States, towns, international markets, etc.) that were in tension with groups that sought to ward off such thresholds; and (2) micro overcoming of a limit, which leads to a change of assemblage, accumulation of stock, and eventually gives rise to the macro convergences of (2).  After outlining the ‘three headed apparatus of capture’ (land, labor, money), D&amp;G determine capture to be the ‘difference or excess constitutive of profit, surplus labor, or surplus product (446).’  What is interesting about this section on capture is that it is immediately followed by a brief discussion of state violence.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a moment when the mechanism of capture constitutes the aggregate of land, labor, money, which is transcended (in both the imperial and modern formations) by the State (which taxes and partitions).  Deleuze and Guattari argue the ‘naked’ worker is faced with a violence that ‘posits itself as preaccomplished’; i.e., potential, and is signified by the master-signifier of the State (450).  Law, in this sense, becomes tactical: it consists of ‘organizing conjunctions of decoded flows’ (451).  But why would this be violent?  It is precisely in the capture, the potentiality of topological violence on the part of a sovereign, that keeps the worker in line, disciplined, and ultimately leading to a ‘society of control’ predicated on violence.  &lt;em&gt;This is how law becomes indistinguishable from life&lt;/em&gt;, but we could never get this out of Agamben unless we understood the tactical/tactile law of D&amp;G: a law that organizes but lacks content; a law in force without significance; with &lt;em&gt;nomos&lt;/em&gt;, the presupposed power of the sovereign/State, ‘precisely the law beyond the law to which we are abandoned.’  &lt;em&gt;I now see raining code: ‘I’ now have eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31398855-116249395373300129?l=meanswithoutend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanswithoutend.blogspot.com/feeds/116249395373300129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31398855&amp;postID=116249395373300129' title='60 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31398855/posts/default/116249395373300129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31398855/posts/default/116249395373300129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanswithoutend.blogspot.com/2006/11/potentiality-or-agambendeleuze.html' title='Potentiality, or the Agamben/Deleuze Connection'/><author><name>Oliver Belcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17006185553123945743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>60</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31398855.post-116224470121147792</id><published>2006-10-30T16:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T16:45:21.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations with Laclau in an Historical-Materialist Dystopia</title><content type='html'>Report from the &lt;i&gt;Rethinking Marxism&lt;/i&gt; Conference, October 26-28, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The events depicted below are indeed true, and reproduced with the&lt;br /&gt;greatest attention to accuracy as is humanly possible.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONVERSATIONS WITH LACLAU: [&lt;i&gt;Scene 1: Ernesto Laclau serendipitously&lt;br /&gt;sits down at a table I am sharing with some Canadian Benjaminians.&lt;br /&gt;Laclau's intent is obviously to talk to a Puerto Rican woman, Julia,&lt;br /&gt;who befriended me earlier in the day after a brutal session on the&lt;br /&gt;relevance of Foucault.  I have had three beers on an empty stomach at&lt;br /&gt;this point; Laclau enjoys big glasses of wine.  Laclau strikes up a&lt;br /&gt;conversation with me, since I am between him and Julia.  Talk is&lt;br /&gt;choppy because Laclau either does not understand English that well, or&lt;br /&gt;he is hard of hearing; I did not ask him which one was the case.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, after a good, though intermittent conversation, I have to&lt;br /&gt;ask him a favor.&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oliver: Ernesto, I need to ask you a question.&lt;br /&gt;Laclau: A what?&lt;br /&gt;Oliver: A question.&lt;br /&gt;Laclau: I'm sorry, I did not understand.&lt;br /&gt;Oliver: A QUESTION, Ernesto, I NEED TO ASK YOU A QUESTION.&lt;br /&gt;Laclau: Oh, a question! [smiles] Yes, yes.&lt;br /&gt;Oliver: Ernesto, do you want to be part of a joke?&lt;br /&gt;Laclau: A what?&lt;br /&gt;Oliver: A JOKE, Ernesto, A JOKE.&lt;br /&gt;Laclau: Oh, you have a joke.  What is it? I like jokes.&lt;br /&gt;Oliver: No, no.  Would you like to be part of a joke.&lt;br /&gt;Laclau: [blank face]&lt;br /&gt;Oliver: Ernesto, do you need some more wine?  You are looking a bit&lt;br /&gt;empty there.&lt;br /&gt;Laclau: In a little bit, in a little bit, my friend.  What is your joke?&lt;br /&gt;Oliver: Well, I do not have a joke, per se.  I am asking if you want&lt;br /&gt;to be part of a joke.&lt;br /&gt;Laclau: Oh, you want me as a joke?  What is it.&lt;br /&gt;Oliver: Well, listen, in my department, there are people who have&lt;br /&gt;adopted many of your terms and seemingly unconsciously use them--or&lt;br /&gt;pretentiously use them, I do not know which--in any case, they use&lt;br /&gt;your terms in their speech…&lt;br /&gt;Laclau:  In my speech?  I am not following.&lt;br /&gt;Oliver: No, no Ernesto. I am not talking about your speech.  LISTEN TO&lt;br /&gt;ME. There are some people in my department who use some of your&lt;br /&gt;phrases in their speech.  They have a sort of Laclauian syntax-i-con,&lt;br /&gt;if you will.&lt;br /&gt;Laclau: I'm sorry, I did not understand that last word.&lt;br /&gt;Oliver: Nevermind, nevermind.  It probably comes from Zizek.&lt;br /&gt;Laclau: [laughs, because him and Zizek are not on good terms at the&lt;br /&gt;moment]  Oh, he likes words.&lt;br /&gt;Oliver: Well, who doesn't, besides Marxists. [Laclau laughs] Anyhow,&lt;br /&gt;people use your terms a lot, which is not even my point.  My point is&lt;br /&gt;that I'm asking you to be part of a joke.&lt;br /&gt;Laclau: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Oliver: So, I was wondering if you would write the following down on a&lt;br /&gt;piece of paper…&lt;br /&gt;Laclau: You want me to write something? [suspicious look]&lt;br /&gt;Oliver: Well, I'm not asking you to publish anything.  Come on. I am&lt;br /&gt;asking for a kind of autograph.&lt;br /&gt;Laclau: [looks around, possibly for an escape route]&lt;br /&gt;Oliver: [picks up on Laclau's anxiety] No, no.  I'm not asking for an&lt;br /&gt;autograph.  Please Ernesto, I am an anarchist; I don't ask for&lt;br /&gt;autographs.  Don't let the scarf and hat fool you.  I like your jacket&lt;br /&gt;by the way.&lt;br /&gt;Laclau: Thank you, its a London Fog.&lt;br /&gt;Oliver: Oh! I have a camel hair London Fog, but it looks terrible on me.&lt;br /&gt;Laclau: [gives an agreeable head-nod, as if he understands the&lt;br /&gt;tragedies of clothing]&lt;br /&gt;Oliver: No, seriously, I'm asking you to write the following joke&lt;br /&gt;autograph. Just hear me out.  Can you write the following for me:&lt;br /&gt;[Laclau listens] "Dear UK geography department: I am articulating an&lt;br /&gt;autograph, and you can take that chain of equivalence to the bank.&lt;br /&gt;Ernesto Laclau"  Can you write that?&lt;br /&gt;Laclau: [chuckles] No, I will not do that.&lt;br /&gt;Oliver: [stereotypical Chomsky gestures are now flailing about the&lt;br /&gt;table] Are you serious?  You will not write that down.&lt;br /&gt;Laclau:  No, I do not do such things. [laughing]&lt;br /&gt;Oliver: [raised eyebrows] Wow, well I know who's not making my&lt;br /&gt;Christmas list this year.&lt;br /&gt;Laclau: [laughs] You are a character, my friend. [gets up to get some wine]&lt;br /&gt;Oliver: Hey Ernesto, can you get me a beer while you are up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;i&gt;Scene 2: Later in the evening, Laclau and I, both obviously&lt;br /&gt;uncharacteristically inebriated, are in an unmoving elevator together&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laclau: Hey, what was [garble, garble]?&lt;br /&gt;Oliver: Excuse me, I did not catch that.&lt;br /&gt;Laclau: I said, what was your name again?&lt;br /&gt;Oliver: Oh, Oliver.&lt;br /&gt;Laclau: Yes, Oliver.  Oliver, the elevator is not moving.&lt;br /&gt;Oliver:  Yes, I noticed.  [looks at the floor button panel] Did you&lt;br /&gt;press a button?&lt;br /&gt;Laclau: No.  I did not.  I thought you did.&lt;br /&gt;Oliver: No, I thought you did.  You didn't press a button.  Try&lt;br /&gt;pressing something.  Sometimes I fear touching things that could be&lt;br /&gt;over-germed, if you know what I mean.  Sometimes I use my scarf to&lt;br /&gt;press buttons in the winter time.&lt;br /&gt;Laclau: [Gives blank stare to Oliver; then laughs; presses 'ground&lt;br /&gt;floor' button]&lt;br /&gt;Oliver: [laughs, puts hand on Laclau's shoulder] Well, I guess that solves that.&lt;br /&gt;Laclau: What?  I did not understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONFERENCE: I am not a Marxist.  I have been saying this to many of&lt;br /&gt;you for months now, but it is now apparent after two days at the&lt;br /&gt;Rethinking Marxism conference in Amherst that I _really_ am not a&lt;br /&gt;Marxist.  Remember that scene from Brazil when the police open up the&lt;br /&gt;ceiling of a family apartment on Christmas eve, and the family starts&lt;br /&gt;screaming and frantically falling over themselves at the sight of the&lt;br /&gt;police kidnapping the father of the family, thus ruining Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;Well, it seems that I am (along with a couple of other younger&lt;br /&gt;'post-Marxist/structuralists') the bad cop at this conference,&lt;br /&gt;stealing Marx from pink old men who are frantically screaming and&lt;br /&gt;falling over themselves at the sight of discourse and any theory&lt;br /&gt;written after 1979.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This conference is an invasion of the tyrannical Old-Pink-White-Male&lt;br /&gt;Brigade that also makes its appearance at SEEDAG and in the demography&lt;br /&gt;sessions of the AAG, but with a strange twist: conversations are very&lt;br /&gt;much concerned with whether one can actually have a commodity outside&lt;br /&gt;of capitalist society; whether Mao is actually relevant or just&lt;br /&gt;marginally relevant; whether the machines are going to kill us all,&lt;br /&gt;and how should we prepare for them.  All the while, we can&lt;br /&gt;rhetorically assuring one another that we are definitely living in an&lt;br /&gt;imperialist state that is merely resolving its contradictions of&lt;br /&gt;capital overaccumulation in Iraq (which is, of course, partly true).&lt;br /&gt;Capitalism is doomed, the socialized humanity of Marx will prevail.&lt;br /&gt;Don't fuck it up by reading Deleuze and Guattari, you pomo panzy brat.&lt;br /&gt; And what's up with your sheek glasses, and Euro-style? Are you&lt;br /&gt;stylistically wearing a scarf and newsie hat even though it is 55&lt;br /&gt;degrees outside? More importantly, is that a&lt;br /&gt;@#$&amp;^!#&amp;*$*#!$^(*@#$@!%@#$%@&amp;!@!@#&amp;!%$*^@#$&amp;^  IPOD?!?!?  Next thing&lt;br /&gt;you know, this Lyotardian (i.e., tea-cup Marxist) commodified chump&lt;br /&gt;will be smoking a pipe to make a fashion statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strata of C-M-C is ever present and the strictest of mottos here.&lt;br /&gt;Flighty Benjaminians, misguided Foucauldians, and vulgar Hardt and&lt;br /&gt;Negri readers should never forget the lessons of C-M-C.  If you do not&lt;br /&gt;know what C-M-C is, well, you are not working hard enough! I lucked&lt;br /&gt;out by actually knowing C-M-C when it was thrown in my face (I knew&lt;br /&gt;all that reading of Marx would come in handy) in my session on&lt;br /&gt;sovereignty in Hardt and Negri.  How it was relevant, I still do not&lt;br /&gt;know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, in a strange twist of fate, I am an unwanted breed [how did this&lt;br /&gt;happen?].  Marx, Marx, Marx… that is what we are supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;concerned with.  For example, I was at a session today where a woman&lt;br /&gt;presented a very pleasant paper on Foucault and Marx.  She was&lt;br /&gt;concerned with the connection of genealogy and critical theory, and&lt;br /&gt;she tried to argue that in later Foucault, one can see that Foucault&lt;br /&gt;is 'going back to Marx,' by focusing on the 'arts of governing'&lt;br /&gt;involved in political economy.  The famous chapter on 'The Working&lt;br /&gt;Day' in Capital represented, to this woman, a good example of a&lt;br /&gt;Foucauldian analysis… which if one were to be nice, one could say that&lt;br /&gt;this kind of reading of Marx is absurd—again if you are being nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I briefly comment on this paper with the simplest of critiques:&lt;br /&gt;Marx is interested in sociological description, whereas Foucault is&lt;br /&gt;interested in genealogical techniques; two very different approaches&lt;br /&gt;to social relations.; the gaze is not literally alert everywhere;&lt;br /&gt;Foucault should not be conflated with critical theory.  Without&lt;br /&gt;getting into the particulars of the ensuing conversation (this was a&lt;br /&gt;session on Foucault, Marx, and Benjamin), the woman eventually said&lt;br /&gt;the following: "I'm fine with Foucault.  But there are those people&lt;br /&gt;out there who say 'We need LOTS of Foucault and very little Marx'&lt;br /&gt;(obviously directing this statement to me, apparently the only&lt;br /&gt;'Foucauldian' in the room), but I say 'no,' we need LOTS of Marx and&lt;br /&gt;very little Foucault" [followed by a succession of ISO-esque&lt;br /&gt;head-nodding from the crowd].  Genealogy is now historical&lt;br /&gt;materialism.  This, I believe, sums up well the conversations I have&lt;br /&gt;had thus far at the conference.   Please, do not ever call me a&lt;br /&gt;Marxist again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYNOPSIS:  Nevertheless, there have been some very, very good papers.&lt;br /&gt;Some of the arguments, especially by the Benjaminians from the&lt;br /&gt;University of Alberta, are admirably sophisticated.  In fact, this&lt;br /&gt;conference makes me think of geography as some what a tragic&lt;br /&gt;discipline, since there are so many people (including myself) who want&lt;br /&gt;to intimately work with particular theorists, but there is this&lt;br /&gt;hegemony at work that forces us to always feel as if we have to&lt;br /&gt;reference the keywords of geography whenever we are engaging in&lt;br /&gt;analysis… to the behest, I think, of developing more sophisticated&lt;br /&gt;analysis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though most of the sessions here are discussing topics that I&lt;br /&gt;feel to be absolutely irrelevant, this is conference that has a great&lt;br /&gt;amount of potential, and should be taken over by poststructuralists of&lt;br /&gt;all stripes.  Especially those poststructuralists who are fine&lt;br /&gt;dressers, and enjoy elitism and bourgeois taste (you know who you are,&lt;br /&gt;don't be ashamed!  Lauren and I just stocked up 8 lbs. worth of&lt;br /&gt;gourmet cheeses for the winter!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMHERST FOOD: The Amherst micro-brewery here is awful, but the&lt;br /&gt;northeastern version of BBC (Barefood Beer Company) has a very good&lt;br /&gt;ESB and pale-ale.  I have not at all been impressed with the food,&lt;br /&gt;though there is a good coffee shop, Lou's Coffee shop, where one of&lt;br /&gt;the employees sported a "Process over Product" arm tattoo.  I also&lt;br /&gt;want to give a shout out to Domino's Pizza, who drove me back to my&lt;br /&gt;hotel the other night when I could not get a cab.  I will never forget&lt;br /&gt;that I delivered my first pizza to myself in Amherst, MA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMHERST 'LANDSCAPE': Le Corbusier and Van der Rogh utopia.  Nothing&lt;br /&gt;seems to have been built before or after 1969.  I have counted ONE&lt;br /&gt;brick building on the campus, THREE in town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31398855-116224470121147792?l=meanswithoutend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanswithoutend.blogspot.com/feeds/116224470121147792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31398855&amp;postID=116224470121147792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31398855/posts/default/116224470121147792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31398855/posts/default/116224470121147792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanswithoutend.blogspot.com/2006/10/conversations-with-laclau-in.html' title='Conversations with Laclau in an Historical-Materialist Dystopia'/><author><name>Oliver Belcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17006185553123945743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31398855.post-116084423006753499</id><published>2006-10-14T12:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T12:43:50.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Body Without Organs?</title><content type='html'>Is the tortured body a ‘body without organs?’  In a recent issue of the New Left Review (May/June 2006), Susan Willis wrote a stimulating article on the new ‘symbolic-economy’ of deriving intelligence from torture victims at Guantánamo Bay for the emerging security industry.  According to Willis, detainees present a new, idiosyncratic form of labor control  in order to produce intelligence.  ‘Shackled to the floor,’ Willis reminds us, ‘the detainees are farmed for intelligence in much the same way that the pharmaceutical industry “pharms” animals for the production of drugs, or even organs for eventual human transplant (2006: 124).’ Intelligence, Willis suggests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is extracted from the Guantánamo prisoners is not a commodity like a kidney on the global organ market.  Rather, it is cycled into the various agencies and institutions which produce security both in a material sense, along with infrastructures of personnel and weaponry, and as an ideology that suffuses our daily discourse.  The CIA, FGI, NSA, Pentagon and other agencies compete for access to intelligence as capitalist enterprises compete for other sorts of raw materials.  The American public consumes security ideology much as it consumes 24-hour cable news.  The levels of this security are closely monitored and its hourly fluctuations gauged in terms of how they affect stock-market portfolios.  The suffering and mental breakdown of the tortured detainees is traded against the wellbeing of Middle America: they must stay there in order to preserve the peace and prosperity of the citizenry.  Security has become America’s daily vitamin supplement (2006: 125). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this sense, Marx would argue, intelligence, ‘the inner—indeed, most intimate—resource’ (2006: 126) can be understood as formally subsumed into the relations of capital; that is, processes and resources that originate outside of capitalism’s domain (in this case, utterances that are physically beaten out of tortured prisoners) are incorporated into its relations of production.  This derived intelligence is then materially circulated, accumulated, and consumed not only by members of the intelligence community and security industry, but by a consuming American public.  But, Willis misunderstands the brilliance behind her discovery: the detainees are not the labor that is controlled.  Rather, those that are in the act of extracting intelligence, the torturers themselves, are the disciplined and controlled labor in this relation of production.  The intelligence officers/torturers farm and produce the intelligence-commodity that is then extracted by their respective institutions and marketed for circulation.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings us backs to our original question: is the tortured victim a ‘body without organs?’ Can that wretch that is shackled, tormented and beaten to a pulp on a concrete floor be understood as a deterritorialized, full-bodied inversion of the despotic body?  In other words, in our sinister torture complex, does the torture victim not code the very flows of desire that are brought against him, which is the basic premise of the socius and the ‘body without organs?’  In his devastating discussion of the political foundation of ‘naked life’ and the ‘state of exception,’ Giorgio Agamben argues with clarity the following point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘At the two extreme limits of the order, the sovereign and homo sacer present two symmetrical figures that have the same structure and are correlative: the sovereign is the one with respect to whom all men are potentially hominess sacri, and homo sacer is the one with respect to whom all men act as sovereigns (1998: 85; my emphasis).’  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How then can we account for this material inversion of the despotic-sovereign, the tortured ‘body without organs?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deleuze and Guattari speak briefly of torture and pain, a fact of life in the primitive territorial machine.  Following Nietzsche, D &amp; G outline a ‘theater of cruelty’ that is based on an economy of credit/debt, whereby the primitive bodies become the surface of the corporeal inscription of the socius (190).  Since the voice and ‘graphic action’ (writing, monumentation, etc.) are mutually exclusive in the primitive territorial machine, the primitive body becomes indebted to and serves as an inscribed equilibrium between the socius-earth and voice of the primitives (191).  However, this discussion of torture becomes irrelevant to us once the despotic body comes from without, and the independence of the voice and graphism are collapsed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A unique dynamic occurs when the barbarian despot comes from without: even though the despotic machine confronts the primitive lateral alliances and extended filiations with a new incestual alliance and direct filiation, the primitive disposition does not disappear.  Rather, the despot overcodes those alliances and filiations of the territorial machine.  But what is the consequence of this Romanesque overcoding/marginal preservation (connective synthesis) of the conquered?  Here we see another correlation between Agamben and D &amp; G.  ‘Man must constitute himself,’ D &amp; G write, ‘through the repression of the intense germinal influx, the great biocosmic memory that threatens to deluge every attempt at collectivity (190).’  In turn, Agamben famously tells his readers: ‘once brought back to his proper place beyond both penal law and sacrifice, homo sacer presents the originary figure of life taken into the sovereign ban and preserves the memory of the originary exclusion through which the political dimension was first constituted (1998: 83; my emphasis).’  Here, the tortured primitive body that can be killed but not sacrificed (since it is in debted to and inseparable from the socius-earth) is preserved as a memory in the despotic machine, just as homo sacer is preserved in the juridico-political dimension of society.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In both Homo Sacer and Anti-Oedipus, the sovereign-despot is operative on the limits of society,  detached from the chain of signification: he is a deterritorialized full body. This brings us back to the importance of the conflation of the voice and graphism.  Unlike the territorial machine, graphism ‘aligns itself on the voice’ and becomes writing/law, or the representation of the despot (205), or rather, the despot becomes the ‘master signifier’ within and without the law (206).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This graphism of the master-signifier is still at work today.  In the case of Guantanamo, who are the perverts who ‘spread the despot’s invention, broadcast his fame, and impose his power (193)?’  How do these perverts employ the master signifier in the practice of torture?  More importantly, how does the torture victim become a ‘body without organs’ that is symmetrical figure of the despot?  In light of D &amp; G and Agamben, we must look at how the torture victim is an extractable entity.  Following D &amp; G’s use of Lyotard’s theory of pure designation, the torture victim is, through words, ‘transformed into a sign the things and bodies they designate (204);’ i.e., the torture victim is graphically inscribed by the necessary despotic voice in order to become legible to the torturer, since the inscription necessarily must refer back to the master signifier (infinite debt).  In the ‘realm’ of pop-culture, we can see how this perversion is reproduced in contemporary social relations—consider a sample dialogue from Pulp Fiction where the hit-man Jules confronts the petty-thief Cookie in the diner: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jules:  Cookie, tell me something.  Do you read the bible?&lt;br /&gt;Cookie: Not regularly.  &lt;br /&gt;Jules: Well, there's this passage I got memorized. Ezekiel 25:17. "The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness. For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you." I been sayin' that shit for years. And if you ever heard it, it meant your ass. I never gave much thought what it meant. I just thought it was some cold-blooded shit to say to a motherfucker before I popped a cap in his ass (my emphasis). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jules is acting and speaking through the master-signifier, though not the anachronistic master-signifier of God (since God has been appropriated by the governmentalized State, just as the primitive territorial machine was appropriated by the despotic machine), but through the governmentalized master-signifer of ‘cool’ violence.  In the documentation on practices of torture, this acting in the name of ‘cool’ violence is the more than pervasive.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something special happens in the torture complex.  The interaction between the tortured victim and the torturer(s) is never one of intimate familiarity, where the victim is merely inscribed.  The tortured victim is approached as an object, an object that, along with the master signifier, constitutes the constellation of knowledges that are employed against it.  The torture victim is merely experimental earth: something that can be farmed, something that can be inscribed, something that is not understood to be a body, or rather, a body that is meaningless.   In the eye-pain of the torturers, it is a resource for intelligence extraction, an inverted body without organs that codes the decoded knowledge that is circulated in the decoded flows of the intelligence community, security industry, and the general public matrix.  This is how the torture victim becomes an object of desire, and has a hand in producing a desiring-machine.  When those decoded constellated knowledges employed by torturers approach the coding torture victim, and through their sinister encounter in that malevolent place of Guantanamo, ‘and [in] their conjunction in space that takes time, [these] decoded flows constitute a desire—a desire that, instead of just dreaming or lacking it, actually produces a desiring-machine that is at the same time social and technical (224).’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, these decoded flows are not one-sided.  They escape the imperial machine, and become privatized within the social field.  While the tortured body without organs codes a certain kind of intelligence that is circulated within the intelligence community and American media realm, another type of coding can unexpectedly occur, becoming manifest in other undesirable desiring-machines.  Willis concludes her article by citing the figure of Mackandal in Alejo Carpentier’s El Reino de Este Mundo.  Mackandal is the leader of pre-revolutionary rebellions in Santo Domingo.  ‘Captured and condemned to be burned at the stake,’ Willis writes, ‘Mackandal’s auto de fé is witnessed by plantation owners and slaves alike.  The former sees the body consumed in the fire; the latter see body and flames metamorphose into a butterfly.  Neither martyr, nor sacrificial victim, Mackandal instead becomes myth (2006: 135).’  Myth, which ‘always expresses a passage and a divergence’ (D &amp; G 219), is always residual and consumed, and in the case of Guantanamo, constitutive of the immanent desiring-production that will create revolutionary butterflies of us all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31398855-116084423006753499?l=meanswithoutend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanswithoutend.blogspot.com/feeds/116084423006753499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31398855&amp;postID=116084423006753499' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31398855/posts/default/116084423006753499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31398855/posts/default/116084423006753499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanswithoutend.blogspot.com/2006/10/body-without-organs.html' title='The Body Without Organs?'/><author><name>Oliver Belcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17006185553123945743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31398855.post-115905469462063999</id><published>2006-09-23T19:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T12:48:36.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chavez Ally, Not Foe</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;This guest editorial was published in the Kentucky Kernel on 9/25/06&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read with interest the Kernel's 9/22/06 Letters to the Editor section, which chastised the "madman" Venezuelan President Hugo Chavez for calling George W. Bush "the devil" in front of the United Nations last week.  The "madness" of Chavez pertained to his speaking against Bush on US soil.  Much media attention has been given to those "smells of sulfur" comments by Chavez (along with his plug for Noam Chomsky), but I encourage others to read the full text of his speech before making an ill-informed judgment of the Venezuelan leader.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his speech before the UN, Chavez correctly asserted that this Administration approaches the world as if they were imperialists: "As the spokesman of imperialism, Bush came to share his nostrums [at the UN], to try to preserve the current pattern of domination, exploitation and pillage of the peoples of the world." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chavez was critical of Bush's model of democracy: "It's the false democracy of elites, and, I would say, a very original democracy that's imposed by weapons and bombs and firing weapons." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What kind of democracy," Chavez wonders, "do you impose with marines and bombs?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chavez also had words for Bush's penchant for creating an environment of fear: "Wherever Bush looks, he sees extremists.  And you, my brother -- he looks at your color, and he says, oh, there's an extremist.  Evo Morales, the worthy president of Bolivia, looks like an extremist to him.  The imperialists see extremists everywhere.  It's not that we are extremists.  It's that the world is waking up.  It's waking up all over, and people are standing up." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These comments by Chavez merit reflection, not only because of their accuracy, but more importantly because it lets Americans know how they are understood in a volatile world.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do want to point to what I consider to be madness, and it is not Hugo Chavez the person, but rather his actions.  I consider it to be madness that our society provides such little protection for it’s poor (e.g., Katrina victims) that Chavez has to provide free oil to lower-income families within the United States so that they can heat their homes in the winter.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the New York Times reported last week (9/21/06): "Mr. Chavez offered to double the amount of heating oil Venezuela donates to poor communities in the United States." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"CITGO," New York Times notes, "is owned by Petroleos de Venezuela S.A., and delivered free and discounted oil to Indian tribal reservations and low-income neighborhoods in the United States, including the Bronx."   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, this is madness.  It is madness that this nation's resources go to making war on people across an ocean instead of maintaining levees or providing heat for the nation's poor, while relying free resources from other countries.  It is madness that funding for education is in crisis, yet the military receives an annual budget of $440 billion a year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite this madness, it is little surprise coming from an Administration which seeks to re-interpret international human rights agreements in order to justify torture; or seeks to cut taxes for the rich while incarceration rates have doubled in urban poor areas since 2000; or refuses to acknowledge the health care crisis where 1 in 3 people between 18 and 35 are without health insurance.  All this in the richest nation in the world.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is madness, not a South American president who is popularly elected and donates resources to the urban poor in the United States.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31398855-115905469462063999?l=meanswithoutend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanswithoutend.blogspot.com/feeds/115905469462063999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31398855&amp;postID=115905469462063999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31398855/posts/default/115905469462063999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31398855/posts/default/115905469462063999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanswithoutend.blogspot.com/2006/09/chavez-ally-not-foe.html' title='Chavez Ally, Not Foe'/><author><name>Oliver Belcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17006185553123945743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31398855.post-115825358577236956</id><published>2006-09-14T12:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T12:09:44.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Homeland Security and Societies of Control</title><content type='html'>''I reminded them [House Republicans] that the most important job of government is to protect the homeland." -- George W. Bush, Thursday Sept. 14th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to begin asking questions about the origins of such questions protecting homelands, since what is ultimately at stake is the militarization of space.  It should go without saying what that sort of militarization would mean for the prospects of radical democracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The discourse of security that is in circulation today has a long history based in liberal thought.  The liberal notion of security can most succinctly be  traced back to Jeremy Bentham.  Liberalism in Bentham's time was a reaction to sovereign power: it contested the extent to which a sovereign could understand/manage social processes that were argued to be opaque to the sovereign gaze.  These social processes (the economy, the bureaucracy, the family, the reasoning individual, etc.) were understood by liberals to be &lt;i&gt;natural&lt;/i&gt; social phenomena &lt;i&gt;outside&lt;/i&gt; the realm of sovereign power (who sought to make such processes transparent).  Thus, the various disciplines of political-economics, political science, public administration, sociology, etc. were established to investigate and reflect upon these processes that were understood to be operative outside (though internally to) the transcendent state.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the question was eventually posed as to how to manage such processes within a territorially bound space, and how to make them &lt;i&gt;productive&lt;/i&gt; for economic and state growth (hence the title of Adam Smith's " An Inquiry into the Nature and Causes of the Wealth of Nations").  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Michael Dean discusses in his book "Governmentality: Power and Rule in Modern Society," Bentham sought to articulate four 'subordinate ends' for state legislation in order to fulfill the utilitarian end of "the greatest happiness of the greatest number."  The ends, according to Bentham, were to provide subsistence, to produce abundance, to favor equality, and &lt;i&gt;to maintain security&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Dean, "security, including security of person, honour, property and condition, was lifted to the top of the hierarchy of government for it is the 'foundation of life' on which everything depends."  Of course, this had to due with the economic relation between security and subsistence.  Thus, security was first and foremost a disciplining mechanism: a mechanism to produce liberal subjects that exercised a &lt;i&gt;particular&lt;/i&gt; type of freedom.  In other words, the service of security had to be structured in such a way as to "lead indigent and other troublesome groups to exercise a responsible and disciplined freedom in the market and in the family (Dean)."  Bentham's liberty, argues Dean, is reduced to a branch of security.  The detailed regulation of "men and things" thus involves "governmental interventions in the name of security [in order to] to produce forms of liberty appropriate to the participation in the market (Dean)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can we trace this liberal notion of security put forward by Bentham to the current predicaments of security that have risen in the aftermath of 9/11?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we have to think of the disciplining effects of the purposeful use of the word "homeland" prior to the word "security" when the Bush Administration speaks on the subject.  The word "homeland" is a control mechanism that seeks to create what Hardt and Negri call a "differential unity" that must be managed.  What do I mean by "control," and further, what do I mean by "differential unity?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My use of the important term "control" is borrowed both from the so-called "governmentality" literature, and from the essay "Postscript on control societies" by Gilles Deleuze, whereby a shift has occured from the society that disciplines subjects through institutions (factories, schools, barracks, etc.) outlined by Foucault, to a society where "one is always in continuous training, lifelong learning, perpetual assessment, continual incitement to buy, to improve oneself, constant monitoring of health and never-ending risk managment.  Control is not centralized but dispersed; it flows through a network of open circuits that are rhizomatic and not hierarchical (from Nicholas Rose's "Powers of Freedom")."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To quote Rose at length:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"IN such a regime of control, Deleuze suggests, we are not dealing with 'individuals' but with &lt;i&gt;dividuals&lt;/i&gt;: not with subjects with a unique personality that is the expression of some inner quality, but with elements, capacities, potentialities.   These are plugged into multiple orbits, identified by unique codes, identification numbers, profiles of preferences, security ratings and so forth: a 'record' containing a whole variety of bits of information on our credentials, activities, qualifications for entry into this or that network.  In our societies of control, it is not a question of socializing and disciplining the subject &lt;i&gt;ab initio&lt;/i&gt;.  It is not a question of instituting a regime in which each person is permanently under the alien gaze of the eye of power exercising individualizing surveillance.  It is not a matter of apprehending and normalizing the offender &lt;i&gt;ex post facto&lt;/i&gt;.  Conduct is continually monitored and reshaped by logics immanent within all networks of practice.  Surveillance is 'designed in' to the flows of everyday existence.  The calculated modulation of conduct according to principles of optimization of benign impulses and minimization of malign impulses is dispersed across the time and space of ordinary life."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this everyday existence with multifarious networks of practice should not be understood as a &lt;i&gt;homogeneous&lt;/i&gt; existence.  Quite the contrary.  Operative power within the everyday should be understood as seeking to &lt;i&gt;manage difference&lt;/i&gt; towards &lt;i&gt;unifying&lt;/i&gt; ends.  This is why we cannot understand power today as a &lt;i&gt;return of fascistic tendencies&lt;/i&gt;.  Fascism requires a homogeneous society with top-down control--a society with a hammer over its head.  Indeed, this kind of power that assumes homogenous populations certainly still exists (e.g., in Saudi Arabia, Syria, Jordan, Egypt, China, etc.).  But, there is a marked difference between a fascistic sort of power, and the power operative today in the United States. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of a homogeneous society where power is based on top-down fascist violence, power in the United States (and Europe) seeks security through a &lt;i&gt;general economy of command&lt;/i&gt;: a management of the flows and networks of everyday existence that Deleuze identified above.  This sort of &lt;i&gt;neo-liberal&lt;/i&gt; operative power Hardt and Negri identify as "the management and hierarchization of differences;"  in other words, it is a power operative &lt;i&gt;through&lt;/i&gt; freedom: a subjective freedom that should be understood as participating in markets, taking care of the self, dividualizing, molecular, atomistic.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when the Bush Administration speaks of "homeland security," the word "homeland" needs to be understood as a unifying signifier: a signifier that seeks to unify differential and multiple networks into a productive hegemonic acquiescence.  The goal is to have the effect of a subject saying "Yes, let us protect that territorially-bounded abstraction (the homeland), while I participate in my everyday over here."  In other words, let &lt;i&gt;them&lt;/i&gt; take care of &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; over there, while I do &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; over here.  The accumulation of the latter sorts of practices ("taking care of this, my own everyday, here") is what needs to be understood as &lt;i&gt;security&lt;/i&gt;.  It is the detailed regulation of "men and things" identified above: the "governmental interventions in the name of security [in order to] to produce forms of liberty appropriate to the participation in the market."  That is the meaning of protecting the homeland.  The act of articulation on the part of George Bush is a productive managing discourse.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a productive power operative &lt;i&gt;through&lt;/i&gt; subjects, not &lt;i&gt;on&lt;/i&gt; subjects (as in fascism). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I am here only dealing with subjects that imagine themselves to be participating in the abstract "homeland" of the United States.  I want to discuss next what I believe to be the &lt;i&gt;productive&lt;/i&gt; significance of establishing military tribunals for those who have been understood to be acting against "the homeland."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31398855-115825358577236956?l=meanswithoutend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanswithoutend.blogspot.com/feeds/115825358577236956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31398855&amp;postID=115825358577236956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31398855/posts/default/115825358577236956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31398855/posts/default/115825358577236956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanswithoutend.blogspot.com/2006/09/homeland-security-and-societies-of.html' title='Homeland Security and Societies of Control'/><author><name>Oliver Belcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17006185553123945743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31398855.post-115766827949559479</id><published>2006-09-07T18:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T18:31:19.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on Franz Fanon...</title><content type='html'>“Europe is literally the creation of the Third World.” The Wretched of the Earth, 102&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean-Paul Sartre understood the sense of urgency in Fanon’s work when he famously claimed at the end of his preface to The Wretched of the Earth that ‘the time is drawing near’ for an unimaginable backlash of colonized peoples against European opulence. Indeed, in his masterfully truculent criticism of Europe, Fanon patiently articulates a call for war against the ‘shadow of [European] palaces’: ‘Europe has laid her hands on our continents, and we must slash at her fingers till she lets go… Let us start fighting; and if we’ve no other arms, the waiting knife’s enough (1963: 311, 13; quoted by Sartre).’  If The Wretched of the Earth is an act of war, then Black Skin White Masks is the ‘untimely meditation’ leading up to that act.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Skin White Masks is an emotional topography of the object black male (‘I found that I was an object in the midst of other objects’).  According to Fanon, the black subject can only be understood as a colonial/white construction that works within language (38); as an ‘obsessive neurotic type’ subjected in agony because ‘he [will not] be taken at his true worth’ by the gazing white (60); as a patient ‘suffering from an inferiority complex’ (100); as a ‘biological danger’ (165); and finally as an ontological exteriority – ‘for not only must the black man be black; he must be black in relation to the (ontological) white man (110).’  The black subject is a pre-determined Hegelian negation, an antithesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And so it is not I who make a meaning for myself, but it is the meaning that was already there, pre-existing, waiting for me.  It is not out of my bad nigger’s misery, my bad nigger’s teeth, my bad nigger’s hunger that I will shape a torch with which to burn down the world, but it is the torch that was already there, waiting for that turn of history… The dialectic brings necessity into the foundation of my freedom drives me out of myself... I am not a potentiality of something, I am wholly what I am… My negro consciousness does not hold itself out as lack.  It is. (135)"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his critique of reason (118-135), Fanon addresses a phenomenon strikingly similar to Michel Foucault’s articulation of ‘power as war’ (‘politics as war by another means’) outlined in his lectures in Society Must Be Defended.  In his discussion of discourses which establish a ‘basic link between relations of force and relations of truth,’ Foucault argues that ‘being on one side [of force] and not the other means that you are in a better position to speak the truth (2003: 53)’—a side Foucault would place Fanon.  ‘Reason (the totalizing, neutral discourse that appeals to a juridical universality and ‘rights’) is on the side of wild dreams, cunning, and the wicked (the enemy; the colonizing white man),’ asserts Foucault. ‘At the opposite end of the axis, you have an elementary brutality: a collection of deeds, acts, and passions, and cynical rage in all its nudity.  Truth is therefore on the side of unreason and brutality (2003: 55).’  Within relations of power and force, ‘truth,’ argues Foucault, ‘functions exclusively as a weapon (2003: 57).’  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fanon begins his discussion of reason by, in fact, appealing to reason: ‘It was hate; I was hated, despised, detested, not by the neighbor across the street or my cousin on my mother’s side, but by an entire race.  I was up against something unreasoned… I would say that for a man whose weapon is reason, there is nothing more neurotic than contact with unreason (118).’  But after the reason of the world became ‘confident of victory on every level (the Negro was found to be human), I had to change my tune (119).’  This game of cat and mouse ‘made a fool’ of Fanon.  Reason turned into scientific inquiry into the biological drives in black men, and the genetic foundation of cannibalism.  Reason represented the black subject as a ‘stage of development,’ a circular invocation of sui generis… History was not ‘real history’; ‘my unreason was countered with reason, my reason with “real reason.” Every hand was a losing hand for me.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I analyzed my heredity.  I made a complete audit of my ailment. I wanted to be typically Negro—it was no longer possible.  I wanted to be white—that was a joke.  And, when I tried, on the level of ideas and intellectual activity, to reclaim my negritude, it was snatched away from me. (132)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The relations of force/rationality are inimical to the relations of truth.  In Sartre’s attempt to absolve the race problem through the dialectic (‘negritude is a transition’), Fanon complains that the dialectic negates him, ‘drives me out of myself.’  The dialectic, Foucault argues, turns struggles into a twofold process of ‘totalization and revelation of a rationality that is at once final but also basic, and in any case universal… [it] ensures the historical constitution of a universal subject, a reconciled truth, and a right in which all particularities have their ordained place (2003: 58).’  In other words, to echo Fanon, the dialectic can only understand being black in relation to white; Fanon is trapped in truth, and struggling against the forces of (dialectical) rationality.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The similarities between Foucault and Fanon in describing a world of struggle and domination leads to serious questions about the ways in which they both conceptualize power.  Without getting into the particulars of Foucault’s shortcomings of articulating a conception of ‘power as war’ in Society Must Be Defended, Fanon’s reliance on a socio-psychoanalytic framework only allows for picture of power that is understood as repressive.  In his discussions of language, for example, Fanon can only conceive of language as a white mechanism: ‘to speak a language is to take on a world, a culture’ (38) – a world and culture that are invariably white.  The plight of the mulatto can only be understood as an affective erethism; i.e., as a stimulating false consciousness that solely ‘aspires to win admittance into the white world (60).’  In other words, power, to Fanon, acts on people, not through people; or in psychoanalytic terms, it is an ‘exterior inhibitor’ on the black mind.  Black subjects are thus ‘obsessive neurotics’ that suffer from anxiety (inferiority complex) and potentially ‘compulsive acts’ (partially his justification of anti-colonial violence in The Wretched of the Earth).       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The obvious problem with this conceptualization of power by Fanon has been discussed ad nauseum in other places: power is not understood as capillary; it fails to address not only how subjects are immersed in multiple porous power discourses that require circulation through articulation (power as ‘frequency of repetition’); it fails to capture how subjects (black or white) are not organic wholes bouncing off one another, but overdetermined (cf. Said, Laclau and Mouffe); how power works through freedom; etc. etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31398855-115766827949559479?l=meanswithoutend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanswithoutend.blogspot.com/feeds/115766827949559479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31398855&amp;postID=115766827949559479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31398855/posts/default/115766827949559479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31398855/posts/default/115766827949559479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanswithoutend.blogspot.com/2006/09/thoughts-on-franz-fanon.html' title='Thoughts on Franz Fanon...'/><author><name>Oliver Belcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17006185553123945743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31398855.post-115766800974037217</id><published>2006-09-07T17:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T18:26:51.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It (re)begins now.</title><content type='html'>Praxis.  This is a promise I made to myself, and has thus far gone unfulfilled.  It is hard to break out of old habits, especially those techniques I utilize which lead to overly regulatory technologies of the self.  I may be frustrated because there is a tension, even a contradiction between my &lt;i&gt;techne&lt;/i&gt; and potential &lt;i&gt;ethos&lt;/i&gt;.  Of course, the &lt;i&gt;ethos&lt;/i&gt; is the most important element, and is the generative basis of &lt;i&gt;desire&lt;/i&gt;, to become.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I want to become?  A 'social theorist'; a rendering agent for 'liberation' of 'society' and 'self.'  In other words, following the later Foucault, I want to &lt;i&gt;minimize&lt;/i&gt; the fascism in my head, the domination that works through my body.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do?  Though the drawbacks are many, academia is the best suited institution in the U.S. to engage in (an always imperfect) form of praxis.  I have committed myself, rightly, to providing a genealogy of sovereignty in relation to the torture question.  In terms of academia, this is what I have to dedicate myself to for the next eight months.  Though, for the moment, I have to completely dedicate myself academically to entertaining Hardt and Negri's project.  They are obviously allies, so I should critically read them and provide insight as to how to make our perspective projects better, to 'ensure transition' as Laclau and Mouffe put it, particularly by focusing on their notion of sovereignty.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Hardt and Negri, I need to best approach my thesis questions by strategically working them through my school work; i.e., through my responses to Anna, and through my project with Virginia.  What are the contents of my thesis?  This is the outline for what I need to send to my committee:&lt;br /&gt;1. Sovereignty &amp; the 'state of exception'&lt;br /&gt;-How is this theoretically constructed?&lt;br /&gt;-how has it been utilized in geography?&lt;br /&gt;-Agamben, Schmitt, Gregory, Secor, "Culture of Exception"&lt;br /&gt;2. Biopolitics vs. Sovereignty &lt;br /&gt;-or Pastoral power vs. the 'city-citizen' game&lt;br /&gt;-theories of sovereignty&lt;br /&gt;-Mitchell, Rose, Foucault&lt;br /&gt;3. The myth of sovereignty -- Law of the Father&lt;br /&gt;-sovereignty as mnemic image&lt;br /&gt;-psychoanalysis&lt;br /&gt;-Laclau and Mouffe -- Mitchell's totalitarianism&lt;br /&gt;4. Governmentality, Torture, and "leak spaces"&lt;br /&gt;-history of torture techniques&lt;br /&gt;-role of torture in liberal governmentalities&lt;br /&gt;-how torture was put into effect&lt;br /&gt;-what kind of space was produced (exception vs. leak)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed to write that down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about outside my academic life?  Even though this is the part I have the least amount of time to work on, it is obviously the critical crux towards a positive ethico-political existence.  In many ways, it has to be a positive constitution through means of self-regulation; it must be politically positive and in sync with the desires of my partner, Lauren.  It comes aas no surprise that this must arise from a politics of the body.  I have to ask myself: what are those networks that my everyday actions have the most impact upon?  What are the consequences of my actions?  What are my desires in relation to those consequences?  Is this where contradictions and frustrations on my part arise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most obvious network that I have an impact upon is my food network.  The consequences are indeed well known, and something that concerns me greatly in the abstract, but always fall short of importance in terms of practice.  Who rules the food network?  Transnational corporations.  How do I resist?  Resist transnational corporate networks to the greatest extent possible; learn not to fetishize my food; follow the commodity chains to their source.  This means stocking up on food from the co-op and farmer's market, avoiding corporate grocery stores and non-local businesses, and avoiding corporate food sold in local businesses to the greatest extent possible (especially meat).  This also means avoiding corporate coffee, and making my consumption as sustainable as possible.  Why this sort of technique on the self with an &lt;i&gt;ethos&lt;/i&gt; of sustainability?  Because the consequences on the Earth are indeed on the brink of crisis (that is, if we are not already in crisis) and this is something that I can effect to the extent of my effective scope within the network.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second most obvious netowrk is financial.  I need to move away from having accounts with massive transnational corporations.  The better of two evils dictates a transference of funds into a credit union, while exploiting to the greatest extent possible frequent flyer loop holes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third netwok is (for lack of a better term) "pop cultural."  Even though I have greatly minimized my participation relative to the past in public spectacle production, I need to transcend the last great hurdle related to footboall, because the impact it has my thinking is too great, and ultimately bad for my body (in terms of beer and food).  I must exercise a great amount of secular asceticism towards that bread-and-circus activity, no matter how much it pains me.  It is a social problem that I must not reproduce.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads to what I do wish to produce.  Again, I seem willing to fall victim to the dictates of contemporary biopolitical paradigms, as well as the neoliberal mentality of producing 'human capital,' but I am adament about producing a healthy body, free of contradictions.  Secondly, I want to reorient my political activity to blog writing, which I should make the time to do.  It will help me synthesize my ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the foundation, now I need to work through it and anticipate the outcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31398855-115766800974037217?l=meanswithoutend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanswithoutend.blogspot.com/feeds/115766800974037217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31398855&amp;postID=115766800974037217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31398855/posts/default/115766800974037217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31398855/posts/default/115766800974037217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanswithoutend.blogspot.com/2006/09/it-rebegins-now.html' title='It (re)begins now.'/><author><name>Oliver Belcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17006185553123945743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31398855.post-115403075098477557</id><published>2006-07-27T15:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T16:05:50.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Torture A Juridical Question</title><content type='html'>When one reads through both media and scholarly accounts of torture, there is a common assumption that torture is a juridical question.  The question is whether there as to be a reference to the law when analyzing the problem of torture; i.e., is the legal sphere the necessary reference point of inquiry?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In many ways, I think social theory has been hoodwinked by Walter Benjamin's essay "Critique of Violence."  Giorgio Agamben, who draws heavily on Benjamin's work, is no doubt correct when he outlines how the "state of exception" underlies the legal apparatus, as well as the movement in democratic societies towards increaseing the powers of executive branches, which can be understood as buttressing a "sovereign will."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the question remains as to how &lt;i&gt;relevant&lt;/i&gt; law is to contemporary governmentalized states?  In orther words, is there an assumption on the part of Agamben and others, since they rely heavily not only on Benjamin and Schmitt but German legal theory in general, that a site such as Abu-Ghraib can only be understood in terms of its relation to a state's legal apparatus (and its lacuna) that permit's it?  Or is the "force of law" merely what Alfred Hitchcock called a "McGuffin" -- the "almost irrelevant plot device that just gets a story rolling."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or should we take the lessons that Foucault was outlining towards the end of his life that attempted to understand power outside of juridical terms.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am stating here that I do not think that torture and its produced sites can be understood as a juridical question.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31398855-115403075098477557?l=meanswithoutend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanswithoutend.blogspot.com/feeds/115403075098477557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31398855&amp;postID=115403075098477557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31398855/posts/default/115403075098477557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31398855/posts/default/115403075098477557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanswithoutend.blogspot.com/2006/07/is-torture-juridical-question.html' title='Is Torture A Juridical Question'/><author><name>Oliver Belcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17006185553123945743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31398855.post-115365265177935250</id><published>2006-07-23T07:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T07:04:11.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Question of Universality/Particularity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In many ways, I believe the question of torture deals with the contemporary crisis over "universality" and "particularity" that has been grappled by contemporary theorists (e.g., Laclau, Zizek, and Butler, in their book Contingency, Hegemony, and Universality) .  In terms of hegemony, I think there is a synonomous dynamic at work between the ability of spaces of torture to be produced, recognized, and consented to by a general public (I think most people condone torture under certain circumstance; the question is why?), and what the cultural critic Mike Davis understands to be the prevailing theme in contemporary global urbanization:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"The problem that military planners, and some geopoliticians, are talking about is actually something quite different: that’s the emergence, in hundreds of both little and major nodes across the world, of essentially autonomous slums governed by ethnic militias, gangs, transnational crime, and so on. This is something the Pentagon is obviously very interested in, and concerned about, with Mogadishu as a kind of prototype example. The ongoing crisis of the Third World city is producing almost feudalized patterns of large slum neighborhoods that are effectively terrorist or criminal mini-states – rogue micro-sovereignties. That’s the view of the Pentagon and of Pentagon planners. They also seem quite alarmed by the fact that the peri-urban slums – the slums on the edges of cities – lack clear hierarchies. Even more difficult, from a planning perspective, there’s very little available data. The slums are kind of off the radar screen. They therefore become the equivalent of rain forest, or jungle: difficult to penetrate, impossible to control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there are fairly smart Pentagon thinkers who don’t see this so much as a question of regions, or categories of nation-states, so much as holes, or enclaves within the system. One of the best things I ever read about this was actually William Gibson’s novel Virtual Light. Gibson proposes that, in a world where giant multinational capital is supreme, there are places that simply aren’t valuable to the world economy anymore – they don’t reproduce capital – and so those spaces are shunted aside. A completely globalized system, in Gibson's view, would leak space – it would have internal redundancies – and one of those spaces, in Virtual Light, is the Bay Bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, sure, this is a serious geopolitical and military problem: if you conduct basically a triage of the world's human population – where some people are exiled from the world economy, and some spaces no longer have roles – then you’re offering up ideal opportunities for other people to step in and organize those spaces to their own ends. This is a deeper and more profound situation than any putative conflicts of civilization. It is, in a way, a very unexpected end to the 20th century. Neither classical Marxism, nor any other variety of classical social theory or neoliberal economics, ever predicted that such a large fraction of humanity would live in cities and yet basically outside all the formal institutions of the world economy." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is this "leak space," these materially identifiable autonomous "rogue micro-sovereignties" that operate under the "universal" radar that I believe may be a correlative dynamic in relation to the torture question.  Of course, this is merely a theoretical speculation on my part, but I think is still something worth pursuing and needing to flesh out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31398855-115365265177935250?l=meanswithoutend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanswithoutend.blogspot.com/feeds/115365265177935250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31398855&amp;postID=115365265177935250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31398855/posts/default/115365265177935250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31398855/posts/default/115365265177935250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanswithoutend.blogspot.com/2006/07/question-of-universalityparticularity.html' title='A Question of Universality/Particularity'/><author><name>Oliver Belcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17006185553123945743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31398855.post-115365249579739823</id><published>2006-07-23T05:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T08:49:44.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Torture and the Question of Sovereignty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the coming months, I will be engaging in critical research that delineates the social conditions and relations which allow the contemporary dynamic of torture to take place, within the context of the "war on terror." Further, I am concerned with what sort of geographical imaginaries are produced from the images of torture, since I would argue that the negotiation with those images (e.g., the Abu-Ghraib photos) becomes a way to sanction torture as an effect of power. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My basic interest around the question of torture is whether the phenomenon should be understood as an &lt;em&gt;act&lt;/em&gt; of sovereignty that produces a "state of exception" in which a person can be reduced to "bare life" (as Giorgio Agamben, in a revision of Carl Schmitt's theory of sovereignty, has outlined in his work &lt;em&gt;Homo Sacer&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;State of Exception&lt;/em&gt;), or whether torture should be primarily understood as a sanctioned activity within what Michel Foucault has identified as contemporary "governmentalized" biopolitical states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The motivation behind this research stems from my skepticism of identifying "postmodern" power relations with acts of sovereignty. Hence, when reading various works that attempt to grapple with the question of torture, one sees a general acquiescence toward adopting Agamben's general thesis that torture takes place under the auspices of a sovereign power, within a space sanctioned by a sovereign (e.g., Guantanamo Bay, Abu-Ghraib, and new gulag archipelago discovered by reporters at the &lt;em&gt;Washington Post&lt;/em&gt;), that ultimately allows a person to be violently acted upon or even killed without punishment or retribution. In fact, even though I have not yet read the article, the current issue of the New Left Review contains an article by Susan Willis that seeks "strategies—active and passive—for resisting reduction to ‘bare life'," and thus accepting the thesis of the ability to reduce a person to "bare life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should note that I find Agamben's work both admirable and haunting, and I think his theoretical analyses of contemporary power relations, history, social thresholds, etc. are indispensable. I should further note that I named this blog after one his books &lt;em&gt;Means Without End&lt;/em&gt;, which I hope makes an impression about the amount of respect and appreciation I have towards his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, when one begins to analyze torture, when one begins to scratch the surface on the dynamic of torture, it becomes clear that the dynamic is indeed a process--a carefully articulated process that comes with training and manuals, and is largely conducted through multiple conduits and personnel, and is extremely hard to trace back to some sort of sovereign act of power. When one looks at Guantanamo or Abu-Ghraib, who should be identified as the sovereign? When was the moment that the "state of exception" came about? Who or what is creating that "space of exception?" Indeed, why should it, or any other site of torture, be understood as a "space of exception?" What is exceptional about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In answering these questions, Agamben references the "state of emergency" caveat embedded in most contemporary legal systems, and the ability of a state to centralize power in the hands of a few individuals when a territory is threatened in such a state of emergency. In turn, these individuals (along with multifarious personnel acting as sovereigns, ranging from doctors in concentration camps to the military) are thus given the ability to make the &lt;em&gt;decision&lt;/em&gt; of what constitutes as the exception (borrowing from Schmitt). There is no doubt that such legal measures are carried out (as evidenced in the extraordinary push to reconstitute powerful executive authority by the Bush Administration once the so-called "war on terror" was announced; an authority that has been met by a "resistance" that seems to be more curious about what this kind of power could mean if sanctioned, rather than actually preventing such a centralization from taking place), but there seems to me to be a sort of theoretical slight of hand taking place in the way the topic is being discussed; i.e., the "head of the king" is being left intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The dynamism behind the work of theorists like Foucault, Gilles Deleuze, and their progeny is their insistence on power relations being understood as operative in ways much different than anachronistic accounts of sovereign power. According to Foucault, power can be better identified with various "technologies" (technologies of domination; technologies of the self; etc.). I have plenty of time discuss these technologies in the future, as well as my own thoughts on conceptions of power (which is, in fact, what my project is ultimately about)--I am merely trying to outline my project here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thus, when we are confronted with a situation such as (post)modern torture practices, I would argue that the question needs to be approached in such a vain that Foucault was beginning to articulate towards the end of his life. In other words, is torture a governmentalized process? How does torture fit into Deleuze's formulation (in his analysis of Foucualt's work) of a transition of society from a "society of discipline" to a "society of control?" How is the tortured victim identified as a subject by his violent inquisitors? Is he understood as an animal, or do the torturers assume that they are dealing with a "neoliberal subject?" What are the measures carried out when conducting torture, and to what end? What makes torture biopolitical? And so on. This is the project I tend to carry out, and will use this blog to work out the details (along with other commentary on current social affairs, and the building of a transitional social praxis away from "capitalism.") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31398855-115365249579739823?l=meanswithoutend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanswithoutend.blogspot.com/feeds/115365249579739823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31398855&amp;postID=115365249579739823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31398855/posts/default/115365249579739823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31398855/posts/default/115365249579739823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanswithoutend.blogspot.com/2006/07/torture-and-question-of-sovereignty.html' title='Torture and the Question of Sovereignty'/><author><name>Oliver Belcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17006185553123945743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31398855.post-115339346752645632</id><published>2006-07-20T07:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T07:04:27.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginnings...</title><content type='html'>He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you. &lt;em&gt;Beyond Good and Evil&lt;/em&gt;, Aphorism 146.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31398855-115339346752645632?l=meanswithoutend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanswithoutend.blogspot.com/feeds/115339346752645632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31398855&amp;postID=115339346752645632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31398855/posts/default/115339346752645632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31398855/posts/default/115339346752645632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanswithoutend.blogspot.com/2006/07/beginnings.html' title='Beginnings...'/><author><name>Oliver Belcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17006185553123945743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
