‘Time is not universal and fixed; it is
something which expands and shrinks
according to the vicinity of mass.’
Carlo Rovelli, Reality Is Not
What it Seems2
This piece should be read with the sound accompaniment of Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds’ 1994 song Red Right Hand and alongside Jennie Livingstone’s film Paris is Burning (1990).
In the dewy decrepitude of science and of life, three overtly common-sense propositions must initially be acknowledged: first, that reality is by far more elegant, confounding, mean-spirited, hilarious, erotic, and supple than any metaphysical re-presentation of it. Second, that there are (at least) two types of logics – sensuous and mathematical – and that these two logics, despite Kant, Russell, Badiou et al, can neither be separated from each other (except in abstract, purified contemplation), nor fully grasped in terms of universal, speculative or totalizing systems, as is so frequently manifested by Agamben, Harman, Žižek, Butler et al, via the Hegelian move. Finally, that in a world dominated by the skewed global corporatism of an increasingly gluttonous petrol-technosphere, with its derivative futures markets and international debt exchanges, violent warfare, mass refugee migrations, and everyday, terrifying extinctions of whole swathes of fauna, flora, and the rule of law, one must take as a given the determination ‘to write poetry after Auschwitz’, despite guilt, terror or exhaustion.3
Indeed, one must take as a given not only the determination to write poetry, make art, enable and grow imagination, but in so doing, re-remind those who need reminding of the critical importance to know that one can think (reason, imagine, dream, love); and that even in the midst of it all, that one learns how to do so, and once learned, must not forget to do so. Taken together, these three propositions enable a kind of practical imagination, perhaps and dare it be said, a kind of practical, ethico-political mattering: one that gives shape to the here, the now, the past and future, one that enables shape to take place, energy to intensify, community to electrify, politicize, gain speed and pace.
Nietzsche asks, instead – no, he demands – that the artist step forward, not just because (for better or for worse) an artist is seen to inhabit the personae of already boxing with skewed knowledge systems, but, in so boxing, is well placed to have the courage to dream of a reality as it could / should / might (im)possibly be or become. More importantly, the demand is not just to dream – this would be to rehash old clichés to which Nietzsche would, of course, have had severe allergic reaction. It is to demand a certain kind of courage; that is, the courage to know that one can dream – to dare to dream – despite all that lies before us: the violent, the banal, the sometimes fascinating, confusing, shameful and oftentimes cruel. This call to arms, as instead a call to imagine, laughs at the pale imitations of what is promised through instrumentalist, even dialectical logics – including the overrated logics of the Phallus, of Castration, of Excess and of Lack. For this is not just a ‘daring to dream’ in the face of rising inhumanity and genocide: it is the courage to have an unwavering hunger, faith, drive (call it what you will) to want to dream – no matter what – and, in so wanting, to figure out the that and the how to make it happen, underlined by an unwavering focus, commitment, dedication, will that it must happen. This is the beginning of a logic of sense.
The real world – unattainable?’ Nietzsche mocks, ‘Unattained at any rate by Reason! The “real world’”/ the “reasoned” world / no longer of any use not even a duty any longer! An idea grown useless! superfluous!, consequently a refuted idea: let us abolish it! (Broad daylight; breakfast. Return of cheerfulness and bons sens; Plato blushes for shame; all free spirits run wild).4
I have always had strong kinship with this passage, for it marks the beginning of a break with dialectics, universal totalities and speculative realisms (pure or otherwise). Instead it opens the way towards the so-called genealogical method, a method, one might say, as the forerunner to discourse analysis (Foucault et al) and, as concomitant, the rhizomatic or minor form of method (Deleuze, Deleuze and Guattari), as well as the libidinal economy method (Lyotard, Lacoue-Labarthe) – serving a kind of ‘method-light’ nomadic cartography of mapping the process without enforcing the route. In one manner or another, contemporary (21st c.) methodologies tend to riff off this genealogical move, under the banner of diffractive (Barad), cosmo-political (Stengers), tentacular (Haraway), entangled (Golding), queer (Rogers, Ajamu).5 Foucault names this three-pronged volley ‘the courage of truth [parrhesia]’.6
The so-called ‘practical’ questions – the how or the what or the that of change – are always accompanied by fits of instability. With instability, grows a certain kind of certainty: one founded on sensuous reason/rationality, a certain kind of intelligence, let’s call it a political intelligence, a certain kind of logic (the logic of sense, perhaps). The ability to hear that embattled demand of David Ricardo’s ‘Supposing it could be otherwise! What would that ‘otherwise’ be/become’,7 and inhabit it with our bodies, our flesh, our wounds, our fears, our silences, boredoms, infightings and menacing games of play always also ushers in unintended consequences, the so-called ‘collateral damage’, ‘friendly fire’ of circulation, intimacy and exchange. When the old is dying but the new cannot yet be born, what then of change; what then of risk and its (un)accompanying ‘safety net’? For if there is no map, no pre-set direction, no over-abiding Truth – and now, not even a universality to time, space, knowledge, identity, meaning, system, art – then, as the bombs obliterate lives in Riyadh (and Iran, and Palestine and Israel and… and… and… and…); as the gang-wars defy all sanity, and the age old scream once again lifts its ugly mouth in unison: ‘my God, my God! why have you abandoned me/ us?’ (and answer came there none), perhaps one should take pause to remember a little history. The history of the 1848 Paris Communes, the history of the Suffragettes, the history of civil rights movements, the history of resistance to fascism, the history of feminism; dadaism, pop and, indeed, the very queering of sense. These movements are not evolutions of culture; neither are the impoverished cruelties of everyday life devolutions of culture. They are assemblages, molecular, organic, molar, organized, imagined, built, and therewith can be differently assembled, imagined, built. To suggest that reality (any reality) is but a contemplative encounter with the material world, forgets that it is real/sentient beings and the knowledge- truth-power axes that make the world, our world, real. To quote the first and last remark by Marx from my well-thumbed version of his Theses on Feuerbach:
I
The chief defect of all hitherto existing materialism – that of Feuerbach included – is that the thing, reality, sensuousness, is conceived only in the form of the object or of contemplation, but not as sensuous human activity, practice, not subjectively. Hence, in contradistinction to materialism, the active side was developed abstractly by idealism – which, of course, does not know real, sensuous activity as such.
Feuerbach wants sensuous objects, really distinct from the thought objects, but he does not conceive human activity itself as objective activity…Hence he does not grasp the significance of “revolutionary”, of “practical-critical”, activity.
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The philosophers have only interpreted the world, in various ways; the point is to change it.8
Of course, there is only one small problem with this impassioned history lesson. While it is true that it is not enough to interpret the world; while it is also true that human/sentient/ sensuous activity is required for revolutionary change; while it is also the case that without this political intelligence, this logic of sense, this courageous determination to inhabit thinking, dreaming, making, becoming; while it is true that ‘truth to power’ must be recognized (and re-cognized) not only beyond binary and zero-sums games of Truth; it is also no less the case that new forms of matter/materialities have been spotted on the event-horizon of contemporary life. We are in the midst of a massive paradigm shift, with new forms of matter/ materialities shape-shifting with new forms of intelligence, new forms of social agency, new forms of science, philosophy, and art. Oddly entangled as dimensional singularities and inundated by realities augmented, artificial or something else yet to be invented, we have entered (or have been entered) into a wildly ascephalic, derivatively engineered ‘common sense’ whose circulation and exchange, globally spores a series of plasticized playing fields, otherwise known as the petrol-technosphere.9
This marks a radical paradigm shift that takes sustenance from three seemingly odd envi- ronments: on the one side, big data, with its the circulation of information and the debt economy under the rubric of the so-called block-chain logics and the buying/selling of futures; on the other, quantum physics with an emphasis on superpositionality, non-locality, entan- glement and diffraction; and on the third side, contemporary art (with a small ‘a’), with its reliance on attunement, feed-back loops, fractal philosophy, erotic praxis and the queering of sense. The technosphere is both ephemeral and real, spurious and intensive, and manages to be in at least two places at the same time, defying not only Newtonian laws of space and time, but Einstein’s basic presupposition that nothing is faster than the speed of light – except when it is; what Einstein called ‘spooky action at a distance’ – where two or more objects move at the same time in the same manner, irrespective of location.10 (But here I am getting ahead of myself.)
As far back as 1744, when ‘science’ meant the fullness of a reasoned knowledge, which included magic, alchemy, philosophy, chemistry and the biological sciences, Giambattista Vico, in his The New Science, developed a pluralized sense of truth:
338. [The New Science must]…begin where its subject matter began, as we said in the Axions [314]. We must therefore go back with the philogians and fetch it from the stones of Deucalion and Pyrrha, from the rock of Amphion, from the men who sprang from the furrows of Cadmus or the hard oak of Virgil. With the philosophers, we must fetch it from the grogs of Epicurus, from the ciadas of Hobbes, from the simpletons of Grotius; from the men and women cast into this world without care or aid of God…(This is the science the philogians and philosophers have given us of the beginnings of humanity!).11
One of the important aspects of this form of argument was, of course, that it brought the human condition front and centre as a feature to Knowledge, heretofore regarded as only the providence of God. Change was to be rooted in human (free) will sutured on the grounds of this doubled headed-certainty. And while it may be true that this double-headed certainty could (and did) imply probability, and probability could (and did) imply error, and error could (and did) imply uncertainty, it did so on the basis of binaric contradiction: Natural Science v Human Science whose ‘deep cut’ division [the ‘/’] brought to bear an ‘abyssal logic’ – where change took place on either side of the divide, but never on or in or with the divide ‘itself’.
Hannah Arendt was not the first to challenge this view, but she was one of the first to pose doubt with a different sort of character than that which might be linked to an abyssal (deep cut) logic. Unlike the doubting finger of Thomas who poked into the side of Christ to check the status of the being who stood before his troubled eyes, ‘to doubt’ for Arendt demarcated a kind of ‘unsayable something’, a kind of un-sutured materiality of logic, wherein stood the last bastion of apodictic proof.12 One might doubt one’s eyesight, one’s hearing, one’s very existence; but one could not doubt doubt itself. It was a clever move, wherein the core of one’s being took the form a newly devised intensity, a cogito ergo sum that translated to ‘I doubt, therefore I think, therefore I am.’ To put this slightly differently, doubt was to become an a-materialized or ana-materialized plural surface (or ground) upon which – and the propeller for which – the being of human was conditioned. As Arendt was later to rephrase it, doubt was not (and is not) to be pitted ‘against’ thought: it was/is thought; the very condition of human existence.13 Foucault would take it one step further: doubt was to be the very basis of imagination, creativity, and indeed, a stylistics of existence: I doubt, therefore I think, therefore I invent, therefore I am.14 Abyssal logic had nothing to do with it.
Apart from the many long-winded consequences filtering out of this age of reason and enlightenment through an acceptance of change brought about through human endeavor, came a shift in what the role of an external, Archimedean point (called: God) might now be. Within The Gay Science [read: frivolous/happy/joyous/queer], and as further developed in his Will to Power, Nietzsche neatly summarized the God problem with the unforgettable phrase: ‘God is Dead.’15 This, of course, was no ordinary death sentence, and it certainly did not mean what Hegel took it to mean when, some 80 years earlier he (Hegel) penned a similar decree, flatly condemning the new world order as being enveloped by ‘the feeling that God himself is dead.’16 For Hegel, the fear was precisely that people were turning away from God; but for Nietzsche, it was precisely the reverse, the fear that they were not turning away fast enough – not so much from God Himself, but from the need to find identity, meaning, indeed Spirit itself, in a totalizing (read: universal) sense of truth. What had died for Nietzsche was an entire moment not so much in history but of history – that is, the cultural condition which placed metaphysics as the new God-head of meaning, change, progress, prediction, man-made in all its mediocre glory. His ‘God is Dead!’ was not so much a lament as it was a wake-up call attempting to remind all those who needed reminding that the time was nigh to rip sensuous knowledge, creativity, fearlessness from the mastiff of a resurrected eternally unfolding existence and be brave enough to look into the void, and deal with ‘it’ as it actually was/would be/might have been. It was time to get rid of this decrepit empty shelter called Metaphysics and to embolden the ‘is’ with an ever-expanding intensity beyond that of doubt, daring, or even a stylistics of existence.
As is well known, the move, this ‘call to arms’ did not work; he was, as Nietzsche so woefully intoned, ‘writing before his time’:
“Whither is God?” he cried. “I shall tell you. We have killed him – you and I. All of us are murderers. But how have we done this? How were we able to drink up the sea? Who gave us the sponge to wipe away the entire horizon? What did we do when we unchained this earth from its sun? Whither is it moving now? Whither are we moving now? Away from all suns?…Is there any up or down left? Are we not straying as through an infinite nothing? Do we not feel the breath of empty space? Has it not become colder? Is not night and more night [and more night] coming on all the while?…Do we not hear anything yet of the noise of gravediggers who are burying God? Do we not smell anything yet of God’s decomposition? Gods too decompose. God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we, the murderers of all murderers, comfort ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must not we ourselves become gods simply to seem worthy of it? There has never been a greater deed; and whoever will be born after us – for the sake of this deed he will be part of a higher history than all history hitherto.” Here the madman fell silent and looked again at his listeners; and they too were silent and stared at him in astonishment. At last he threw his lantern on the ground, and it broke and went out. “I come too early,” he said then; “my time has not come yet. This tremendous event is still on its way, still wandering – it has not yet reached the ears of man.”17
It was not so much that one was too afraid to peer into the abyss, thought Nietzsche; it was rather that people were not afraid enough. For Nietzsche, the intimate chemistry of change was always already connected with life-force; life-force with power, power with mastery, mastery with change; change with life-force – and then a repeat of the pattern – the chemistry of change as connected to life-force, life-force with power, power with mastery, mastery with change – and then a repeat of the pattern – the chemistry of change as connected to life-force, life-force with power, power with mastery, mastery with change and etc. This – and not transcendence, dialectics, deep cuts, abyssal logics or otherwise – was the Eternal return, always already returning an ‘intensity’, an erstwhile ‘will to power’, through a repeat performance that both copied itself and, in so doing, created anew: a kind of re-remembering complex ‘feedback loop’, a kind of fractal mimetic repetition, a networked logic of the genus. Nietzsche named this materialized slice of a return a genealogy, one without predetermined cartographies – though creating cartographies nevertheless; one without ‘insides’ (or ‘outsides’) to the real, but initiating a strangely cathected materiality, a wild, bent, frivolous, perhaps even joyful surface economics of not-quite-dead/but-not-quite-alive unsayable somethings.
Perhaps it is now worth considering something that may seem entirely obscure to the multiple dimensionalities and pluralized conundrums of entangled radical matter and materialisms just laid bare. For the moment, let us call it ‘the problem of the Greek debt.’
In a small gathering over pizza and beer, a circle of freshly minted MBAs, all or most global CEOs in their respective fields, threw open the question ‘what is the most expensive item you have bought in your lifetime?’ Around the wooden tables and saw-dusted floors came answers such as: a house! A string of restaurants! A yacht! A Maserati! A trip around the world! When almost all had responded in such-like terms, the last to speak took to the floor, raised a glass and flatly declared: ‘I bought the Greek debt.’ Needless to say, he did not keep the Greek debt (for any meaningful length of time); he did not buy the Greek debt in order to lighten the load of those suffering due to austerity, homelessness, job loss, health issues. He bought the Greek debt as equity in a ‘futures market’ and then summarily sold it (the Greek debt / future) for quite a tidy $billion+ sum. This may tug on the ethical heartstrings of those appalled by this nonchalant gluttony (and it is appalling). But something else is at stake in the recapping of this story: the sticky cohesions of circulating ‘futures’ neither able to arrive nor leave, ‘futures’ that manage in their quick-flip circulation to solidify a global upper class, surfing over the collective heads of those still crippled with that debt, whilst creating pockets of the wildly wealthy, against the vast swathes of disenfranchised citizens, refugees, intellectuals, artists, educators and the dispossessed.
Of course, ever-expanding, wild disparities between the wealthy and the poor is not necessarily ‘new’. What is new is that this ascephalic matter is neither an ‘empty’ form to be filled nor a fully positioned ideological mandate to be heralded. Instead it enables non-thought out, anti-intellectual strategies underpinning for example ‘the news’ (fake or otherwise) by cherry picking its own set of futures and block-chain derivatives, circulating ‘futures’ and then selling them on. And it is not simply limited to the news or the stock exchange or the circulation of debt. Here far right social movements employ the same language tropes as the socially conscious; there big data information engines click-bait, slice up and (re-)store 0’s and 1’s as fodder for disrupting national and local elections.
If ever there was a moment to start collectively imagining the ‘how’ in the famous clarion cry announced at the outset: ‘supposing it could be otherwise’, now is the time to do so.
Radical Matter: Untimely Meditation no. 3.