Lars Iyer's Blog, page 25

If this reign of despair causes suicidal behaviour to increase, then this desperation can itself give rise to desperate reasons, that is, transform this despair into struggle, by providing itself with objects of struggle. The problem is that it can get mixed up with some very bad intentions ��� and it is easy to let these bad intentions circulate, reproduce, and proliferate, more or less mimetically: youth needs to sacrifice itself. Youthfulness is an exalted state, tempted by excess because essentially transgressive, and this is where its very strength and beauty lie, as well as its future, and with this future, the future of the entire world: there lies its humanity. Because what is experienced by young people as exaltation becomes, in those with greater experience, tenacity, conviction, and patience, through which pleasure and reality are knotted together, and becomes the authority of those who pass into action ������action��� here being understood in terms of those who work and act, and who transform the world through their practices. Such is humanity, a fact that Valery enjoined us to reflect upon, in the epoch of ���the fall of spirit value���.

But whether or not such a maturity of adult belief exists, whether or not it offers reasons for hope to young people, they still need causes, however deceptive they may turn out to be, because the fundamental character of youth is not to be cynical, to not accept the cynicism that can reign in this world [���], or that cynical reign of despair characteristic of the epoch of hyper-power, a hyper-power that shows itself to be nothing more than an effective impotence and an infinite injustice ��� therefore ceaseless reinforcing disbelief, miscreance, and discredit, drive-based behaviour and desperate reactivity, both suicidal and parasuicidal, both ordinary and pseudo-sublime.

Given this extremely serious context, it is the responsibility of the public collectivity to provide young people (and their elders, within whom they must find some of their resources) with reasons to hope -  failing which the different generations, and firstly the youngest, will find such reasons wherever they can or wherever they believe they can, even if they are being deceived. If society does not provide the objects of sublimation without which it would be capable of elevating itself or transindividuating itself (because transindividuation, being the condition of what is called the social bond, is the outcome of sublimation), it will instead incite desperation, with a far greater need for explosive compensatory objects, and will take these objects more easily for its own, regardless of their provenance ��� from extremist ideologies, religious sects, evangelical churches, clandestine mosques, videogames in which the score is calculated by the death drive, or from ���reality television���, which measures how degraded and ���available���  brains are for the hype and brainwashing of ���power���.

from Bernard Stiegler, Uncontrollable Societies of Disaffected Individuals

They were the worst of times because they were the best of times; times in which dissent was forbidden, not by the dispersal of dissenters but by their assembly; times in which protest was refused, not by the containment of expression but by its freedom; times in which the people were kept in ignorance, not by narrow educational channels but by immeasurably wide ones; times in which we were made to forget the evils all around by hysterical remembrance of evils dead and gone; in which we were half-dead, not from neglect but from care, and half-mad, not from silence but from talk, and starved out of our wits from much too much to eat; in which want had the form of plenty, and dearth the form of glut, and no one could think their way out, not because there was too little time to think but because there was far too much.

There is in these times such an explosion of thinking, such licence to think and rethink, to think from all angles  and all perspectives, to think of ourselves and of others and of others like ourselves and of others unlike others, to think and think and think again, that we cannot any longer think straight.

the opening of Sin��ad Murphy's forthcoming Zombie University

I read [Deleuze's] Logic of Sense a long time ago, 30 or 34 years ago, in fact I was in prison when I read Logic of Sense, and I think that it is reading Logic of Sense that permitted me to live in prison. Logic of Sense allowed me to live in prison and to adopt an ethics of prison. What I call an ethics of  prison is one which permits me to cultivate a virtue, for me an ethics cultivates a virtue.

Bernhard Stiegler, speaking in a seminar

If we have to live through what Nietzsche called ���the fulfilment of nihilism��� that is, so to speak, the concretization of the ���death of God���, then we must pose the question of God ��� which is obviously not the same as resurrecting Him. Today, we live the ordeal of nihilism; today, nihilism presents itself as such, that is, in the form of the experience that I am nothing. For a long time it did not present itself as this nothing. It presented itself as ���anything goes���, ���I can do it all���, ���I can transgress���. When nihilism presents itself as such, can I recognize it? What is it that I am living? What is my experience? It is the experience of what Kierkegaard already described as despair (1980). When despair becomes the most common experience, the most widespread, it is no longer possible to ignore the specific questions raised by the death of God, the questions, dare I say, worthy of the death of God. We are in the course of living through what we could call, in religious language, the ���apocalypse��� of nihilism. It is here that we must become worthy of the ordeal of nihilism. By suggesting that he himself arrivesto soon with this statement, Nietzsche in some way says to us: ���I await the moment when you will truly encounter nihilism. Now I am speaking to you and you believe you understand me. But in fact you do not understand me at all. You believe you understand, but you do not understand because if you understood, you would be living through your apocalypse.���

Bernard Stiegler, interviewed

With its careful attention to Justine���s condition, and especially with Dunst���s amazingly sensitive and nuanced performance, Melancholia refutes clinical objectivity, and instead depathologizes depression. For depression is all too often stigmatized as a moral or intellectual failure, a kind of unseemly self-indulgence ��� this seems to be John���s attitude towards Justine. Or else, at best, depression is understood reactively as a deficiency in relation to some supposedly normative state of mental health ��� this seems to be Claire���s attitude. But Melancholia suggests that both these positions are inadequate. By focusing attention so intensively upon Justine���s own emotions, it treats depression as a proper state of being, with its own integrity and ontological consistency. This is not the least of the film���s accomplishments.

I would go so far as to say that, in this regard, Melancholia is profoundly antiNietzschean[...] For Nietzsche has no empathy at all with the state of depression. Rather, he stigmatizes it in emphatically normative terms. Nietzsche insists upon ���the futility, fallacy, absurdity, deceitfulness��� of any ���rebellion��� against life. ���A condemnation of life on the part of the living,��� he writes, ���is, in the end, only the symptom of a certain type of life.��� Even the judgment that condemns life is itself ���only a value judgment made by life���: which is to say, by a weak and decadent form of life. Nietzsche seeks to unmask all perspectives ��� even the most self-abnegating ones ��� as still being expressions of an underlying will to life. This universal cynicism is the inevitable counterpart of Nietzsche���s frequent, and strident, insistence upon the necessity of ���cheerfulness.���

Contrary to all this, Justine���s will to life has been suspended. Her depression is a kind of positive insensibility or ataraxia, or even what Dominic Fox calls ���militant dysphoria���. This is a state of being that no longer sees the world as its own, or itself as part of the world. As Fox puts it, ���the distinction between living and dead matter collapses. The world is dead, and life appears within it as an irrational persistence, an insupportable excrescence���. Through its refusal to affirm or celebrate life, dysphoria subtracts itself from the will to power, and therefore from Nietzsche���s otherwise universal suspicion about motives. Depression is the one state that cannot be unmasked as just another expression of the will to power. The underlying assumption of Nietzsche���s entire critique of both morality and nihilism is that the human being, and indeed every organism, ���prefers to will nothingness rather than not will���. But depression, at least in von Trier���s presentation of it, must be understood as a positive not-willing, rather than as a will to nothingness, or a destructive (and self-destructive) torsion of the will.

From Steven Shaviro's great esssay on Melancholia

My mother gave me away.

In Holland - in Rotterdam - for a year, I was kept on a fishing trawler with a woman. My mother came to visit me there every three or four weeks. I don't think that she cared much for me at the time. However, this then changed.

I was a year old, we went to Vienna ... and then the mistrust, lingering still when I was brought to my grandfather, who by contrast, really loved me, changed.

Then taking walks with him - everything is in my books later, and all these figures, male figures, this is always my grandfather on my mother's side ... But always - except for my grandfather alone ... the consciousness that you cannot step outside of yourself. 

All else is delusion, doubt. This never changes ...

In school years completely alone.

You sit next to a schoolmate and you are alone.

You talk to people, you are alone.

You have viewpoints, differing, your own - you are always alone.

And if you write a book, or like me, books, you are yet more alone ... 

To make oneself understood is impossible; it cannot be done.

From loneliness and solitude comes an even more intense isolation, disconnection.

Finally, you change your scenery at shorter and shorter intervals. You think, bigger and even bigger cities - the small town is no longer enough for you, not Vienna, not even London. You've got to go to some other part of the world, you try going here, there ... foreign languages - maybe Brussels? Maybe Rome?

And there you go, all over the place, and you are always alone with yourself and your increasingly dreadful work.

You go back to the country, you retreat to a farmhouse, like me, you close the doors - often days long - stay inside, and the only joy - and at the same time ever greater pleasure - is the work. The sentences, words, you construct.

Like a toy, essentially - you stack them one atop the other; it is a musical process.

If a certain level should be reached, some four, five stories - you keep building it up - you see through the entire thing ... and like a child knock it all down. but when you think you're rid of it ... another ulcerous growth like it is already forming, an ulcer that you recognise as new work, a new novel, is bulging somewhere on your body, growing larger and larger.

In essence, isn't such a book nothing but a malignant ulcer, a cancerous tumour?

You surgically remove it knowing of course perfectly well that the metastases have already infected the entire body and that a cure is completely out of the question.

And of course it only gets worse and worse, and now there is no rescue, no turning back. 

Thomas Bernhard, extemporising in 3 Days

One of the ironies of a song like ���The Golden Age of rock n��� Roll��� is that it is based on a bygone period that was unaware of its own status as a golden age (because busy living it) and furthermore had no interest in or consciousness of any previous golden age (because full inhabiting the country of Now). Retro is dependent on the existence of the un-retro: moments of newness and newness that get trapped for ever in the amber of the archives. Revivals never require earlier revivals; they must always re-enact what was new in its own time, the truly nourishing and vigorous stuff.

from Simon Reynolds, Shock and Awe: Glam Rock and its Legacy

Now up at the NCLA archives, Gabriel Josipovici and I discussing his work. 

���Friend��� and ���free��� in English, and ���Freund��� and ���frei��� in German come from the same Indo-European root, which conveys the idea of a shared power that grows. Being free and having ties was one and the same thing. I am free because I have ties, because I am linked to a reality greater than me.

To the question, ���Your idea of happiness?��� Marx replied, ���To fight.��� To the question, ���Why do you fight?��� we reply that our idea of happiness requires it.

Writing is a vanity, unless it's for the friend. Including the friend one doesn���t know yet.

Life and the city have been broken down into functions, corresponding to ���social needs.��� The office district, the factory district, the residential district, the spaces for relaxation, the entertainment district, the place where one eats, the place where one works, the place where one cruises, and the car or bus for tying all that together are the result of a prolonged reconfiguration of life that devastated every form of life. It was carried out methodically, for more than a century, by a whole caste of organizers, a whole grey armada of managers. Life and humanity were dissected into a set of needs; then a synthesis of these elements was organized. It doesn���t really matter whether this synthesis was given the name of ���socialist planning��� or ���market planning.��� It doesn���t really matter that it resulted in the failure of new towns or the success of trendy districts. The outcome is the same: a desert and existential anemia. Nothing is left of a form of life once it has been partitioned into organs. Conversely, this explains the palpable joy that overflowed the occupied squares of the Puerta del Sol, Tahrir, Gezi or the attraction exerted, despite the infernal muds of the Nantes countryside, by the land occupation at Notre-Dame-des-Landes. It is the joy that attaches to every commune. Suddenly, life ceases being sliced up into connected segments. Sleeping, fighting, eating, taking care of oneself, partying, conspiring, discussing all belong to the same vital movement. Not everything is organized, everything organizes itself. The difference is meaningful. One requires management, the other attention���dispositions that are incompatible in every respect.

From The Invisible Committee's magnificent To Our Friends

Psychologically, Justine���s reactions are not willful, so much as they are compelled by extreme distress. But beyond this, Justine���s depression is ontological in scope. It cannot be characterized as just a contingent response to one particular set of circumstances. For it involves the rejection of any ���particular circumstances��� whatsoever. Justine���s depression marks a rupture with the social order as such: an order that cannot function without the tacit complicities and denials that are understood, and entered into, by everyone. In refusing this, Justine enters into a condition that is absolute and unqualified. Her depression is ungrounded, self-producing and self-validating. It needs no external motivation or justification. It is just what it is: an unconditioned and nonreflexive state of pure feeling.

From Steven Shaviro's great esssay on Melancholia