The Place, Origin and End of My Teaching

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Jacques Lacan

So far as my place is concerned, things go back to the year 1953. At that time, in psychoanalysis in France, we were in what might be called a moment of crisis. There was talk of setting up an institutional mechanism to settle the future status of psychoanalysts. All accompanied by big election promises. If you go along with Mr So-and-so, we were told, the status of psychoanalysts will quickly be granted all sorts of official sanctions and blessings — especially medical sanctions and blessings,

As is the rule with promises of this kind, nothing came of them. And yet something was set up as a result. It so happened that this change did not suit everyone, for extremely contingent reasons. So long as things had not been settled, there could be — were — frictions, what we call conflicts.

In the midst of this commotion, I found myself, along with a number of others, on a raft. For ten years, we lived on, well, on whatever came to hand. We weren’t completely without resources, weren’t completely down and out. And in the midst of all that, it so happened that what I had to say about psychoanalysis began to have a certain import.

These are not things that happen all by themselves. You can talk about psychoanalysis just like that, bah!, and it is very easy to verify that people do talk about it like that. It is not quite so easy to talk about it every week, making it a rule never to say the same thing twice, and not to say what is already familiar, even though you know that what is already familiar is not exactly unessential. But when what is already familiar seems to you to leave a lot to be desired, seems to you to be based on a false premise, then it has very different repercussions.

Everyone thinks they have an adequate idea of what psychoanalysis is. The unconscious . . . well. . . it’s the unconscious.’ Nowadays, everyone knows there is such a thing as an unconscious. There are no more problems, no more objections, no more obstacles. But what is this unconscious? We’ve always known about the unconscious. Of course there are lots of things that are unconscious, and of course everyone has been talking about them for a long time in philosophy. But in psychoanalysis, the unconscious is an unconscious that thinks hard. It’s crazy, what can be dreamed up in that unconscious. Thoughts, they say, Just a minute, just a minute. ‘If they are thoughts, it can’t be unconscious. The moment the unconscious begins to think, it thinks that it’s thinking. Thought is transparent to itself; you can’t think without knowing you are thinking.’

Of course, that objection no longer carries any weight at all. Not that anyone has any real idea of what is refutable about it. It seems refutable, but it is irrefutable. And that is precisely what the unconscious is. It’s a fact, a new fact. We have to begin to think up something that can explain it, can explain why there are such things as unconscious thoughts. It’s not self-evident.

No one has in fact got down to doing that, and yet it is an eminently philosophical question.

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I will tell you from the outset that that is not how I set about it. It so happens that the way I did set about it easily refutes that objection, but it is no longer really an objection because everyone now is absolutely convinced on that point.

Well then, the unconscious has been accepted, but there again we think that a lot of other things have been accepted – pre-packaged and just as they come — and the outcome is that everyone thinks they know what psychoanalysis is, apart from psychoanalysts, and that really is worrying. They are the only ones not to know. It’s not only that they do not know; up to a point, that is quite reassuring. If they thought they knew straightaway, just like that, matters would be serious and there would be no more psychoanalysis at all. Ultimately, everyone is in agreement. Psychoanalysis? The matter is closed. But it can’t be for psychoanalysts. And this is where things begin to get interesting. There are two ways of proceeding in such cases.

The first is to try to be as with it as possible, and to call it into question. An operation, an experience, a technique about which the technicians are forced to admit that they have nothing to say when it comes to what is most central, most essential — now, that would be something to see, wouldn’t it! That might stir up a lot of sympathy because there are, after all, a lot of things to do with our common fate that are like that, and they are precisely the things psychoanalysis is interested in. The only problem is that, well, psychoanalysts have, as fate would have it, always adopted the opposite attitude.

They do not say that they know in so many words, but they imply that they do. cWe know a bit about it, but let’s keep quiet about that. Let’s keep it between ourselves.’ We enter this field of knowledge by way of a unique experience that consists, quite simply, in being psychoanalysed. After that, you can talk. Being able to talk does not mean that you do talk. You could. You could if you wanted to, and you would want to if you were talking to people like us, people who are in the know, but what’s the point? And so we remain silent with those who do know and with those who don’t know, because those who don’t know can’t know. After all, it is a tenable position. They adopt it, so that proves it’s tenable. Even so, it’s not to everyone’s liking. And that means that, somewhere, the psychoanalyst has a weak spot, you know. A very big weak spot.

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What I have said so far may seem comical to you, but these are not weaknesses. It is coherent. Only, there is something that makes the analyst change his attitude, and that is where it begins to become incoherent. The psychoanalyst knows perfectly well that he has to be careful not to surrender to his temptation, to his penchant, and in his day-to-day practice he does watch his step. Psychoanalysis in the collective sense, on the other hand, or psychoanalysts, when there’s a crowd of them, a host of them, want it to be known that they are there for the good of all. They arc very careful, however, not to move straight from this ‘good of all’ to the good [bien] of the individual, of a particular patient, because experience has taught them that wishing people well [bien] all too often brings about the opposite effect. It is rather in their dealings with the outside world that psychoanalysts become close to being real propagandists.

No, insofar as they are represented as a profession, psychoanalysts absolutely want to be on the right side, on the winning side. And so, in order to prove that they are, they have to demonstrate that what they do, what they say, has already been found somewhere, that it has already been said, that it is something you come across. When you come to the same crossroads in other sciences, you say something similar: namely, that it’s not all that new, that you’d already thought of it.

And so we relate this unconscious to old rumours, and erase the line that would allow us to see that the Freudian unconscious has absolutely nothing to do with what was called the ‘unconscious’ before Freud. The word had been used, but it is not the fact that the unconscious is unconscious that is characteristic of it. The unconscious is not a negative characteristic. There are lots of thing in my body of which I am not conscious, and that are absolutely not part of the Freudian unconscious. That the body takes an interest in it from time to time is not why the unconscious workings of the body are at stake in the Freudian unconscious.

I give you this example because 1 do not want to go too far. Let me simply add that they even go so far as to say that the sexuality they talk about is the same thing that biologists talk about. Absolutely not. That’s sales patter [boniment]. Ever since Freud, the psychoanalytic crew have been propagandizing in a style that the word boniment captures very well. You have the good [1e bon] and then you have the wishing them well [le bien] that I was telling you about just now. This really has become second nature for psychoanalysts. When they arc amongst themselves, the issues that are really at stake, that really bother them and that can even lead to serious conflicts between them, are issues for those who know. But when they are talking to people who do not know, they tell them things that are intended to be a way in, an easy way in. It’s standard practice, part of the psychoanalytic style.
It’s a tenable position. It is not at all within the field of what we can call the coherent, but, after all, we know a lot of things in the world that survive on that basis. It is part of what has always been done in a certain register, and it is not for nothing that I have described it as ‘propaganda’. This term has very specific origins in history and in the sociological structure. It is Propaganda fidei. It’s the name of a building somewhere in Rome where anyone can come and go. So, that’s what they do, and that’s what they have always done. The question is whether or not it is tenable where psychoanalysis is concerned.

Is psychoanalysis purely and simply a therapy, a drug, a plaster, a magical cure or indeed something that can ever be described as a cure? At first sight, why not? The only problem is that is certainly not what psychoanalysis is. We first have to admit that, if that is what it was, we would really have to ask why we force ourselves to put it on, because, of all plasters, this is one of the most fastidious to have to put up with. Despite that, if people do commit themselves to this hellish business of coming to see a guy three times a week for years, it must be because it is of some interest in itself. Using words you do not understand, such as ‘transference’, does not explain why it lasts.

We are just outside the door. So 1 really do have to begin at the beginning if I’m not to talk more sales patter or pretend I thought you knew something about psychoanalysis. Nothing 1 am saying here is new. Not only is it not new, it’s staring you in the face. Everyone quickly notices that everything that is said about psychoanalysis by way of explanation ad usum publicum is sales patter. No one can be in any doubt about that because, after a while, you can recognize sales patter when you hear it.

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Academia and the Political

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A Conversation between Prasanta Chakravarty and Pothik Ghosh

 

 

 

 

Institutions and Their Sites

Prasanta: Over the past few years there has been a steady shift in the way the academic world is being reorganised and engineered in India. If the break-up of the USSR and the fall of the Berlin Wall gave an impetus to the initial set of policy shifts in the early nineties, the UPA II has been far more ruthless and clinical in its push and success for a set of reforms in the educational sector that is in consonance with larger social changes we witness. The public relations have been quite effective on the face of it. The middle class too, in some sense, is now ready and bloodthirsty to usher in rank consumerism and globalised politics in education. The economic downturn over the past few years has paradoxically emboldened the government to experiment with further reforms and surveillance. In this context, different kinds of responses are emerging from within the educators and intellectuals themselves. One form of response intrigues me a lot—the response of the responsible institution builder, the one who is inclusive, large hearted and reaches out to various ‘stakeholders’.

 
Pothik: You do, indeed, have very good reasons to be intrigued. But my question is how exactly should one map such responses, both in terms of their symbolic economy, and their articulation within the constitutive political-economic structure of the university as an exclusive and exclusivist site of intellectual production? Don’t you think such responses, which are discursively grounded in liberalism, function more as ideological legitimation for the policy-bound neoliberal offensive on our education system, the higher education system in particular, rather than anything else – namely, a liberal politics to democratise the university? Given the changed character of the conjuncture, is it even possible for such liberal responses to be truly effective with regard to democratisation of the university in any small measure? For, what else can the persistence of liberal politics in a neoliberal conjuncture be save an ideology that legitimises the latter and its attendant state-formation and institutional architecture? The principal question for those interested in resisting such all-out neoliberal attack on the liberal institution of the university, and its humanist ethos, in order to deepen the process of its democratisation, is how to envisage a critical struggle that is simultaneously directed both at the authorities and this petty-bourgeois layer of liberal intermediaries in their myriad variety from among the academic community. Can such a politics be imagined without making problematisation and critique of the bourgeois-liberal conception of academics as an exclusive and exclusivist modality of intellectual production, and university as its constitutive material-institutional site, its integral part?

 
That brings me to your assertion about the middle class being, “in some sense now ready and bloodthirsty to usher in rank consumerism and globalised politics in education”. I do not dispute the correctness of such a statement, and, yet, I tend to think that the way you have framed the problem bespeaks a nostalgic and moral registration of the same. Here I would wish to repeat my earlier concerns in a slightly different register. Is it possible, for instance, to develop an effective and comprehensive critique of the neoliberal commodification of education in terms of education as a right? After all, is not the liberal discourse of rights, on which most current critiques of commodification of education have willy-nilly tended to base themselves, structurally and epochally continuous with the neoliberal discourse and practice of commodification (which ought to be read as marketisation)? I mean what unites the two moments — embedded liberalism of early capitalism and neoliberalism of late capitalism — is epochality of the capitalist structure or logic of commodity fetishism, which includes as much the commodity fetish as the fetish character of the socio-economic relations that are its constitutively objective condition of possibility. To the extent that differential inclusion is the conceptual and structural presupposition for the discourse and practice of the politics of rights, such politics is nothing but the concrete expression and reproduction of the fetish character of social relations. That, in other words, is the capitalist specificity of power relations — the socially mediated nature of power.

 
Don’t you think the institutionalised system of education in general, and the institutionalised system of higher education in particular, has, right from its inception, been integral to the segmentation of labour-power and labour market, and thus the stratification of the entire formation of production and socialisation? Therefore, can a struggle against the neoliberal reorganisation of our education system, the university particularly, be truly effective unless it becomes constellationally integral to a larger radical movement that seeks to decimate the epochal capitalist logic of segmentation of labour-power by confronting that logic in its conjuncturally specific and concrete mediation?

 

Between Democratisation and Negation: Love in the Time of the Public Sphere

Prasanta: You have brought up two very specific points of interest. The first is the very definition of a university—which you feel by its very nature is a liberal humanist institution and hence the role of the professors who reach out in order to get into a game of balancing various stakeholders, or ask for time from the parliament and so forth in order to actually fortify liberal democratic structures of governance are actually fulfilling their role at best as social democrats. I can see your critique has a lasting point, for you are seeking a (a) a reconsideration of the institution of university itself and (b) that such institutions and its members, students and functionaries cannot function in void but rather have to relate to material changes that are happening outside of such cocooned world. These are important arguments.

 

To the first—whether a radical critique of the university itself is required is a point that has been thought by a few in different ways. There is one that is currently doing the rounds. It is a further refined way of ushering in speculative capital and knowledge economy by divesting universities all together and creating virtual worlds and MOOCs by dint of which the university, as we know, that is old liberal humanist idea of the university, will vanish and more utilitarian, job-oriented and shared virtual courses will be developed. This is actually divesting the university of its residual public functions.

 

On the other hand, we know that there have been experiments with other kinds of universities and educational fora. Tagore’s Visvabharati experiment comes immediately to mind, in which the university is neither cut off from the local structures of everydayness and community values nor is it glibly parochial. It is a nationalist-international experiment actually. Isabel Hofmeyr has recently directed us to the practices and printing culture of Phoenix Farm in the way Gandhi had worked it out and has made us particularly aware of the very idea of ‘slow reading’ of texts, whereby a whole different mode of existence and education could be conceived outside of the vagaries of the market and disciplinary practices of a Weberian work ethic.

 

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But I am also thinking about Jose Marti’s excellent essay in this context, titled ‘A False Concept of Public Education’, written for La Nacion in 1886. Marti is arguing for love and openness in education in the true utopian spirit, but without sacrificing diligence and rigour—which is spontaneous, not crafted. A few lines are worth quoting: “Why improve public instruction in its outer form and in the material resources—a labour of constant and impassioned tenderness—if the teachers who transmit it…have not been able to save themselves from the malign influence of this national life so lacking in expansion and love? Why accumulate rules, distribute texts, grade courses, erect buildings, pile up statistics…which hardens and embitters, or discontented or impatient young people who are like flocks of birds outside of school….”

 

It is quite apparent that Marti is asking for a much more fundamental change in our institutions. (a) The power to say no—a politics of total and wholesale negation not just of schools and universities as we have known but of a mentality, a culture of competition, and (b) to be able to sensually and joyously relate learning to the very materiality of life itself—for men are not men, but are like flocks of birds. He is asking us to reject the grand project of sterile and repugnant knowledge accumulation for mere human flourishing and growth. The intermediaries, the scholars asking for time in order to implement their own idea of scholarship, are neither negating nor joyously embracing the sensual materiality of our existence. We must rethink the university radically and reject the reptilian scholars and dons who seek to reach out and argue for inclusion and time. Now is the time to create possibilities of radical antagonism by utter and total rejection of the powers-that be.

 

The other point of the idea of commodification and the possibility of its being co-opted within a rights discourse is well taken. I was not trying to undermine the issue of production. The point is not to see education as basic right for every individual and so forth, as liberal democratic set up might conceive it. What I meant was that the segmentation that you are talking about is getting more visibilized now with divisions within the classes becoming sharper and the arriviste class has no qualms now in radically dividing and destroying our better public institutions and opting for rapid and ruthless private means in order to further their own privileged interests. The point I am trying to raise here is about a highly subtle form of betrayal by our best minds, by opting and encouraging a politics of responsibility and a climate of the possible, in times when we need to go all out, cry blue murder and seek radical negation. Without fanfare. We must create alternative structures and platforms of education, nay sharing perhaps, which will reject division of labour that you are referring to.

 

Pothik: Let me to begin in a desultory fashion. You have contended how the “arriviste class” — another way of articulating your earlier formulation of the new middle class, I suppose – has, as an integral part of the neoliberal state-formation, had “no qualms…in radically dividing and destroying our better public institutions and opting for rapid and ruthless private means in order to further their own privileged interests”. While I fully concur with the need to confront this class on the terrain of those institutions that are bearing the brunt of its offensive, the strategy of such class struggle can neither be radical nor effective if it continues to think and envisage itself in terms of the systemically given and epochal binary of the ‘good’ public versus the ‘evil’ private. Instead, one would do well to begin by problematising this (eroding) liberal idea and reality of the public in the same movement that one engages the neoliberal assault on it in a no-holds-barred class warfare. Is not the liberal idea of the public, and its institutional actuality, bourgeois to begin with? Does that, therefore, not imply that we seek the roots of the current neoliberal offensive on such an idea and its institutional materiality precisely in the structural-genetics (or architectonic) of the latter.

 

I am compelled to ask again, is not the neoliberal conjuncture, and all that it entails in terms of the policy offensive of its state-formation on the education sector, the outcome of the recomposition of the liberal conjuncture of early capitalism due to the unfolding and extended reproduction of the epochal logic of capital constitutive of the latter? I would, in fact, ask the same question when you similarly argue that the policy attempt to transform the university into an institutionality for developing and disseminating “utilitarian job-oriented and shared virtual courses” “actually (amounts to) divesting the university of its residual public functions”. However, the public-versus-private line of argument, in the context of fighting the privatising assault of neoliberal capital on the public good of education, can be productive only if we think of and affirm the idea of the public in terms of the “proletarian public sphere”. A conception that is radically antagonistic to and separate from the Habermassian liberal-bourgeois public sphere constitutive of “communicative rationality”. The former conception is anticipated by Walter Benjamin in some of his entries in ‘One-Way Street’, and finds full-fledged conceptual formulation in a collaborative work by Oskar Negt and Alexander Kluge.

 

You also contend that one of the ways in which the idea of radical critique of the university, which I insisted upon earlier, has been thought of “is a further refined way of ushering in speculative capital and knowledge economy by divesting universities altogether and create virtual worlds and MOOCs by which the university as we know—that is old liberal humanist idea of the university will vanish and more utilitarian job-oriented and shared virtual courses will be developed”. Now, I would entirely agree with such an argument if what it’s implying is that such an interpretation of the idea of radical critique of the university must be stoutly resisted as a mischievous and equivocal misinterpretation of that radical idea by the powers-that-be in order to surreptitiously garner the consent of the progressive and radical sections of the university community for its pernicious neoliberal agenda. But if the intended implication of such an argument is that one must steer clear of broaching the idea of radical critique of the university because it is pre-programmed for abuse — that, I know from personal experience, is the reason why many ‘state socialist’ progressive academics of Delhi University tend to come up with such an argument – then I would disagree vehemently with it. There should be no confusion in our minds that such neoliberal measures, even though they may at times come couched in the idiom of radical critique of the university as a liberal-humanist institution, is the obverse of such critique. Such measures are tantamount to an increasing actual subsumption of the university by capital, and not its radical, anti-capitalist critique by any stretch of imagination.

 

Notwithstanding some difference in our respective strategic perspectives, you too, in the final analysis, are arguing for the need to envisage resistance against the neoliberal assault on the academia and the concomitant struggle to democratise the university as “radical negation”. One that will “create alternative structures and platforms of education, nay sharing perhaps, which will reject such division of labour that you are referring to”. On that score, our strategic perspectives clearly appear to be in sync. Yet, given that your understanding of the situation is through an insider’s direct experience, what I would be more interested in is how you adumbrate the concretely specific (tactical-programmatic) terms in which the academic community (students, teachers and other non-teaching employees) can, in your reckoning, collectively start envisaging and articulating such a strategy of radical negation in its praxical actuality.

 

In that context, I would wish to critically reflect on Tagore’s Vishwabharati experiment? as your example of one of the many alternative educational forms to that of the bourgeois liberal-humanist university. You are absolutely right in drawing sympathetic attention to Vishwabharati as Tagore’s realisation of his vision of “the university (being) neither cut off from the local structures of everydayness and community values nor (being) glibly parochial” but being “a nationalist-internationalist experiment”. Your juxtaposition of Gandhi’s Phoenix Farm experiment in South Africa with Tagore’s Vishwabharati model is, in that context, quite appropriately relevant. The methodological convergence between Tagore’s pedagogical vision – embodied not merely by Vishwabharati but also by his Sri Niketan experiment – and Gandhi’s “Nayi Taleem”, the differences in their larger philosophical and political presuppositions notwithstanding, are there for everyone to see. Tagore’s pedagogical vision that undergirded his Vishwabharati experiment, not unlike Gandhi’s “Nayi Taleem”, was based on envisaging the organicity of ideas (the mental or the intellectual) to the materiality of everyday life. As a result, his Vishwabharati experiment can be seen as an attempt to articulate and establish a more intersubjective and thus dynamic process of knowledge production that would effect the collapse of the educator/educated hierarchy and, in the process, pose as its performative dimension the form of dissolution of the bourgeois liberal academy as an exclusive and exclusivist site of intellectual production. That Tagore’s Vishwabharati has become the UGC’s Vishwabharati, however, reveals that a structural gap has intervened between Tagore’s educational philosophy and its effect.

 

The question is, where exactly can this gap between philosophy and its effect be located? As far as I am concerned, the problem lies precisely in the way Tagore conceives of the materiality of everyday life. Tagore, while seeking to ensure that Vishwabharati , as an alternative form of intellectual production, was not “cut off from the local structures” of such everydayness, grasped everyday life not as an ontology of critique and politics but in terms of an anthropological invariant that is objectively given in and as diverse life-forms in their localised specificities. Not surprisingly, and in spite of the best of intentions, this inevitably led once again to the restoration of the logic of subject/object duality, rendering the Tagorean form of the intersubjective pedagogical process an ideological practice that legitimises the appropriative, accumulationist and alienating modality of the academic production of knowledge and ideas.

 

For me, the Marti essay you cite, will always pose a far more radical approach to the problem of education, and not merely because it declaratively calls for the subversion and decimation of academia as a privileged site of intellectual production but because by stressing on the centrality of “love” and the attendant spirit of sharing and openness to a democratic sociality of education (and intellectual production) it clearly indicates that the question of democratisation of education and knowledge production cannot be adequately and effectively addressed outside the context of transformative politics. For love is possible — as Pasolini seems to be repeatedly telling us through his poetry, novels and films (especially, The Hawks and the Sparrows) – only in and as abolition of power. Badiou too has explicated this Pasolinian concern in his own inimitable way. The radical philosopher, following Lacan, conceptualises love as an ‘intersubjectivity’ of encounter (“relationality of the non-relational”), and not an intersubjectivity of relationality, and thus power. Clearly, the negation of the latter is the inescapable condition of possibility of the former. For this reason Badiou terms love “the basic unit of communism”. Love is, therefore, affirmative negation, which in turn is nothing but the revolutionary politics of class struggle. Such politics of radical antagonism is not a conflict of classes along the axis of perpetual friend/enemy divide, a la Carl Schmitt. It is, instead, a war, as Marx would say, for the abolition of classes and not equality among them. In other words, this would be a war that inheres in love as its necessary condition of possibility. Not for nothing did Victor Serge describe revolutionary politics as “war without hate”.

 

The centrality of love and the spirit of openness and sharing (communisation) to the sociality of an egalitarian process of education and a democratising modality of intellectual production in Marti’s tradition of politics as education has evidently been carried forward by the transformative political project of Latin American liberation theology, and the current tendencies of South American radical politics that in all its diversity has come out of that legacy of liberation theology. Paolo Freire’s acutely politicised and highly radicalised educational philosophical legacy of “pedagogy of the oppressed” and “pedagogy of hope”, which now stands generalised as a form of critical political inquiry beyond Latin America, is a typically representative example of the political project of liberation theology.

 

Love as the basis of the sociality of education and knowledge production opens up the new intersubjectivity of encounter – as opposed to relationality – both at the level of educator/educated, and thus also at the level of the subject and object of knowledge production. It’s in this context that Freirean “pedagogy of the oppressed”, with its moorings in liberation theology and its ethico-political conception of wisdom of love (as opposed to love of wisdom), which it evidently shares with Marti, rearticulates Marx’s critique of anthropologistic “contemplative materialism” of Feurbach – “the educator must be educated” — from within the cultural specificity of its own experiential universe. This universe is one where religion is experienced and affirmed in its internal division as alienated and “non-alienated” (Enrique Dussel’s conception of Christian religion and theology as an idiom of critical praxis and non-alienated social being).

 

This dialogic and radical intersubjective modality of the Freirean “pedagogy of the oppressed” and “pedagogy of hope” has strong affinities with the modality of teaching/learning that Ranciere, through his post-Althusserian historico-philosophical investigations into the lives and cultures of the working class-in-formation in 19th century France, particularly in his, The Ignorant Schoolmaster, unearths and affirms. The form of knowledge that such dialogic, radical and praxological modality of education and intellectual production yields is what Nietzsche called “gay science” – a short-circuit between the finite particularity of experience and the infinite generality of knowledge to produce the singular-universality of praxological science. This is neither the time nor the place for a philosophical excursus. Nevertheless, I feel compelled to clarify, by making a minor digression, that even as I affirm gay science as the form of knowledge that is produced in and by the dialogic and praxological intersubjective modality of pedagogy, I am not a Nietzschean.

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To return once again to the question of a more egalitarian and democratised modality of education and/or intellectual production. What, in a more precise and operative sense, is the methodology for actualising the Freirean pedagogical principle of radically dialogic intersubjectivity? Freire’s “pedagogy of the oppressed”, which defines liberation “not as a gift, not self-achievement, but a mutual process”, is based on the mutualist concept of “conscientizaco” (conscientisation) that is an indispensable part of Latin American liberation theology and its cultural and linguistic universe of the “dialogics” of fraternal love. Freire writes by way of explanation: “The important thing from the point of view of libertarian education, is for the people to come to feel like masters of their thinking by discussing the thinking and views of the world explicitly or implicitly manifest in their own suggestions and those of their comrades. Because this view of education starts with the conviction that it cannot present its own program but must search for this program dialogically with the people, it serves to introduce the pedagogy of the oppressed, in the elaboration of which the oppressed must participate.”

 

Of  Unhinged Loose Can(n)ons and Revolutionary Pedagogy

Prasanta: In the light of your quite clear and patent articulations, let me clarify two things. First, let me elaborate further on what I mean by a politics of negation as far as education is concerned. And second, let me also tentatively consider whether there are ways to evade and bypass the available options in India right now, and think of some other ways of sharing. I must say that my position is rather minimal, rudimentary and halting in aspiration. This is not because it is a question of being righteous. What I am sanguine about is a necessity to think afresh, and stay clear of certain gestures and modes in and through which the game of higher education is played in India within the academia. I repeat—unlike you (since I draw salary from an institution directly under the government ) — I do not consider myself outside of this structure at all. Hence, these promptings and reflections.

 

As I see it, there are two sides to the idea of negation. One is coming straight from trying to make sense of the idea of liberal public which you rightly critique. One notices in academia—a pattern, a perpetuating tapestry, which is also a surer staircase to certain notions of success. This pattern, this tacit consensus, cutting across political positions asks us to act responsibly in all circumstances. We have a most wonderful articulation of this mode of behaviour in Max Weber’s watershed essay, ‘Politics as a Vocation’, where he makes a distinction between an ethic of conviction or ultimate end and an ethic of responsibility. The crusader, for Weber, religious and revolutionary alike (characteristically the liberal makes no distinction between the two) engage in a politics of ends. This is a dangerous form of romantic indulgence to Weber. He sees the revolutionary or the man of conviction as a windbag, a poser and a populist. The mature man, on the other hand, is aware of a responsibility for the consequences of his conduct. This ethic of responsibility is a ‘spiritual calling’ for the large-hearted liberal. Only this man, the responsible man, can be bequeathed with the reins of the world—of the political arena, of schools and colleges, of factories and assembly lines, of various kinds of administration. This is how liberals relate governance to well being.

 

Now, such motivated zeal for building institutions around an order of responsibility gets further complicated in academicians who see themselves as opposing the liberals and take a different position in scholarship and styling—for example, various modes of communitarianism—invoking philosophies of Levinas, Charles Taylor or Gandhi or such ethical modalities of practice, is one curious phenomenon. Sometimes such positions are taken by left-liberals who, having little independent left motivation, always and eventually move into the same Weberian mode of responsibility at the earliest opportunity. I recall a short story by Shambhu Mitra titled ‘Aranya’, where the protagonist, Anil Roy, comes out with a stunning, blasphemous statement at one point: “Tomader moner bhetore kono thakurghor nei. Leftism er buli aar nirlojjo opportunism er barnoshankar shontan tomra.” (You don’t have a sanctum-sanctorum within your soul? You are a monstrous hybrid progeny of left posturing and rank opportunism). I have seen this quite closely inthe workings of a couple of research institutes in India—how the ruthless magic of critical left intelligentsia works!

 

What happens in such cases is that the stands taken inevitably become inward looking and instead of actually relating to material practices, even actual communist or communitarian practice, become academicised, austere, bonsai-ised. Thereafter the story is predictable—friends are mobilized, coteries are formed, politeness prevails and swords are unsheathed stealthily. This is how the game is played—by a strange institutional logic and you dare disturb the applecart at the peril of being sidelined systematically from the scene altogether. I see all forms of ideologies happily coexisting in this mode of maturity—the ex-Trot can dine with the nativist, the radical humanist with the soft-Hindutva guy. No problem at all. Either flag bearing, jesting or magic! This is not to say that one is looking for something authentic and righteous outside the game. But the stakes of the game need to be slotted somewhere much higher.

 

The whole mode is deeply and completely risk averse, anti-romantic, shuns conviction and has little to do with intellectual practice. It is here that one needs to invoke The Ignorant Schoolmaster as you have rightly done (though you have distanced yourself from that tradition at the same time). One must unequivocally root for a certain naiveté and surefooted stance in matters of higher education. While I see your critique of Tagore and Gandhi perfectly well, I feel there are moments of dissension and negation that must operate at two levels at the same time. On one hand, at the level of ‘praxical actuality’ as you have suggested. Here it is important to take the fight to ‘friends’ who are acting and egging on responsibility and counter that with sweeping modes of irresponsibility all the time. There is a very interesting word in Bangla and I am sure there are cognates in most languages: paglachoda. This refers to a certain mode of unpredictability in a social actor, someone who is unhinged in his acts and therefore most deeply irresponsible. For practising utter and complete negation, one needs such naïve and rigorous paglachodas in dozens. Paglachodas do not have the burden of radicalism. They have no burden to agitate and save the world. Most of all they have no burden to act conscientiously. They can come from multiple dispensations: classists, romantics, Dalit activists, Marxists, having other new social motivations and so forth. The common minimum  baseline is their refusal to give in to predictability and accountability. Only such people can talk back to authority with little at stake and think and spread the Marti variety of love and non-sentimentality.
There are ways of being irresponsible that would disturb and negate the logic of institution building. One must practice those in the academia all the time so that the protocols of moderation and disciplining are queered repeatedly. One can, for example remain silent and keep the opponents at tenterhooks—while taking crucial oppositional positions when time and occasion requires taking some institutional decisions. But one also has to be careful while talking about negation. Italo Calvino, taking stock of the post-1960s generation , in his lovely piece ‘Right and Wrong Uses of Literature’, asked the pertinent question that after the days of great theoretical breakthroughs and dismantling of humans from the human sciences and so on in the last century, one felt that the ground had been cleared for some new works of art and new structuring. But what came out of it—Nothing!: “ The new political radicalism of the students of 1968 was marked in Italy by a rejection of literature. It was not the literature of negation that was proposed , but the negation of literature.” Of course, Calvino is talking here about the rejection of the wishy-washy notion of a committed writer and it is leading to nothing that is sharper or complex or critical. Calvino’s own replies to this predicament do not always impress me but the point about negation is well taken. Another way to ask the question is to ponder how is it possible to uphold rigorous intellectual pessimism (which is the most important quality to be honed of one has to triumph over this all round barbaric dance of happiness) and yet practice commitment and conviction?

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The obverse, the more positive side to negation is to seek out more paglachodas  around you, around your locality, around regions, nationally and globally—for such politics is about forging that many-headed hydra about which Linebaugh and Rediker had informed us long ago. From my little experience in the academia I cannot but agree with Arvind Krishna Mehrotra’s recent pronouncement: “ The great betrayal of our literature has been primarily by those who teach in the country’s English departments, the academic community whose job it was to green the hill sides by planting them with biographies, scholarly editions, selections carrying new introductions, histories, canon-shaping (or canon-breaking) anthologies, readable translations, revaluations, exhaustive bibliographies devoted to individual authors, and critical essays….” Surely, Mehrotra is trying to impart and induce guilt somewhere, which is not a good idea, but he is right in the sense that the academia has lost touch with the wider cultural and political questions altogether. It has lost touch altogether with the anonymous, defeated people around us. Encouraging and practising forms of responsibility is the most surreptitious way of propagating neoliberalism at this point.

 

Pothik: You have raised some rather interesting, and important, issues here. However, the only way I can hope to do some measure of justice to them is by taking a slightly long detour. One that must begin by clarifying in some detail why I, a complete outsider to the world of professional academics both in terms of credentials and stakes, should be interested in this engagement at all. The first, and most obvious, reason would be that as a Marxist inclined towards the actuality of militant revolutionary politics, I find the terrain of institutionalised academics, as it concretely is at this historical juncture, open and fertile for subjective intervention. But there is another more important reason. One that has to do less with how radical negation can be envisaged in the concrete specificity of the university, and more about how the revolutionary working-class movement itself (and those committed to it) can and must think the twin-problems of political education and revolutionary organisation.

 

Here I wish to make what might, at first glance, appear to be a dangerously scandalous statement: only the party of the proletarian revolution can be the new university. Before some of our ‘radical’ethicist friends in the academia (and even some outside it), with their deep sense of attachment to what they think is their academic/intellectual autonomy, go for my jugular, let me quickly and without much ado clarify what I am proposing here. I am most certainly not calling for the takeover of the university by this or that really-existing organisation or ‘party’ of the left. I am, in fact, doing precisely the opposite. I am, in calling for the (sublated) dissolution of the university into an active form of the revolutionary movement (the party), also unambiguously stressing on the ineluctable need to reconceptualise the existing modality of political education within the larger working-class movement, and its material form — the sundry sectist and sectarian organisations or ‘parties’.

 

Clearly, if the new university must be the party of the proletarian revolution, the party of the proletarian revolution cannot be the old university. To think, or talk, in terms of really-existing leftist organisations displacing or taking over the university would be to think in terms of competition of different hegemonies. That would, I must clarify, still be the case even if one were to talk of such takeover of the university by a hitherto non-existent, ideal organisation that will nevertheless not be essentially different from the ones that are already around. The question, therefore, is not about finding or building that best organisation which can take over the university. The question is not of takeover of the command system of the university at all. The question really is of envisaging a modality and form of intellectual production, which in the process of struggling against the materiality of hierarchical and hierarchising command systems of bourgeois institutions (state apparatuses) such as the university – or really-existing working-class political organisations for that matter — tends to seize control of them in order to decimate them even as they constitute themselves into a form that precludes the hierarchising and hierarchical system of command. It’s in this sense that a Marxist would, or at any rate should, envisage control of factories and universities by workers (including academic workers such as teachers and students). Otherwise it would amount to, regardless of what eventually prevails – the university under the leadership of the current authorities, or the university as subservient to a leftist organisation or ‘party’ – reproduction of the structural logic of hegemony. It would not, in any sense, be the counter-hegemonic critique of the structural-causality of domination and competition that the envisioning of the proletarian-revolutionary party as the new university is meant to be an articulation of.

 

The really-existing sectist and sectarian organisations and/or ‘parties’ of the working-class movement are, as far as their modality of political education is concerned – which is basically the modality of production and dissemination of political knowledge/intellect –no different from the hierarchical and hierarchising modality of intellectual production that the university, as a bourgeois liberal idea, is an embodiment of. In such circumstances, to unreflexively envisage an opposition of really-existing working-class political organisations or ‘parties’ against the university would amount to no more than a politics that seeks to effect displacement of ideology, which is precisely how ideology works and reproduces itself. Such a struggle, by virtue of being unreflexively posed against a dominant institution, would be a reproduction of the structural-functionality of ideology-in-internal-displacement and thus a perpetuation of hegemony as a principle. That, needless to say, would render such struggle a competition between two identities, even as it makes of the working-class organisations and/or ‘parties, in their unreflexive opposition to the university, as much of an ideological state apparatus as the university they seek to oppose.

 

The sundry really-existing organisations of the left and their unreflexive political orientations reveal that the modality of political education dominant within the working-class movement — one that they materially incarnate in being the unreflexive, and sectist and sectarian groups they empirically are – is the same bourgeois modality of exclusive/exclusivist intellectual production. There is one minor but crucial difference, though. And that is, unlike the university, the really-existing leftist organisations occupy, in objective historical terms, subordinate positions and are thus, in precisely those objective terms, ranged against really-existing institutional forms of domination. It is this that for me renders them more likely starting-points than the university for the transformation of the hierarchical and hierarchising bourgeois modality of intellectual production and education into a radically democratic and egalitarian modality of social being that is constitutive of the simultaneity of abolition and obviation of the hierarchical duality between the mental/intellectual and the material/manual. Such objective difference should not, however, be taken to mean that the intended transformation would be automatic.

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The question now is what will the intervention, which would effect such transformation, consist of. I think Ranciere’s post-Althusserian departure — which began with Althusser’s Lesson and which in terms of theoretical, if not also thematic, problematic unites his Proletarian Nights, The Philosopher and His Poor and last, but not least, The Ignorant Schoolmaster — provides some interesting insights on that score. I must, however, immediately also state that for me those insights are not so much in the affirmative, programmatic direction that Ranciere’s critical departure from Althusserian Leninism takes. A direction that I think is libertarianist and one, therefore, that I am loath to adopt. Instead, they lie in what his critique reveals, with indisputable precision, to be the trouble with (Early) Althusser’s philosophical Leninism.

 

In your earlier response you say I invoke Ranciere’s ‘The Ignorant Schoolmaster’ only to distance myself from that tradition. Let me try to be more pointedly specific why that is so. I earlier wrote, “Nevertheless, I feel compelled to clarify, by making a minor digression, that even as I affirm gay science as the form of knowledge that is produced in and by the dialogic and praxological intersubjective modality of pedagogy (a la Ranciere’s The Ignorant Schoolmaster), “I am not a Nietzschean.” Allow me to clarify further. In my reckoning, while gay scientificity is most certainly a critique of the metaphysical modality of infinite totalisation, whose mode of production/reception of knowledge is hierarchical and hierarchising, in Nietzsche it articulates and poses a conception of finite freedom as critique of infinite totalisation. I, on the other hand, tend to think in terms of a Marxian gay science – which can most likely be derived from Marx’s Theses on Feurbach – that would pose the singular-universal in its transfiniteness, and not as the singularity of finite freedom, as an affirmative critique of the metaphysical modality of infinite totalisation, and its constitutively hierarchical mode of knowledge production.

 

Now, at last, I come to where I had been trying to get to for a while. And it is the analogy — right after my heart — that you seem to be drawing between literature and education by citing Italo Calvino’s celebrated essay, ‘The Right and Wrong Uses of Literature’. Let me at the very outset say I share your reading of that essay, both in your appreciation and criticism of it. However, I must in my own language, and from the vantage-point of my political position, spell out how I encounter the twinned problematics of negation of literature and literature of negation. That will not only render evident the precise reason why I agree with you but also underscore, I think, crucial divergences between us on what we respectively infer from our otherwise convergent positions on that question. I do not in anyway subscribe to the idea of negation of literature as its abandonment or rejection. I think that to be a romantic conception of negation of literature, which deceives us by its radical appearance about the intentionality of its unconscious that is patently reactionary. Instead, I would pose an anti-romantic conception of negation of literature — which comes to me through Benjamin’s Schlegelian-romantic idea of a work of literature being self-sufficient in being both the work it is and its own criticism, and Brecht’s “gestic”, and thus de-aestheticising, conception of art. Here the negation of literature is meant not to be its rejection or abandonment, but its extenuation – going through literature to come out at its antipodes. This conception of negation of literature as its extenuation clearly indicates that negation of literature is a tendency rather than an ontic situation. In that context, the validity of literature of negation would lie precisely in it being a discourse of kenotic literary self-transcendence, rather than an aestheticised form or genre. Hermann Broch’s ‘The Death of Virgil’ — which is an example of a work of literature being both a declarative and performative manifesto for the overcoming of literature — immediately comes to mind. There are a few more modernist literary works — which through their respective structural compositions light up this path of kenotic literary self-transcendence — that I would like to mention here: Calvino’s ‘If On a Winter’s Night A Traveller’, Julio Cortazar’s ‘Hopscotch’ and Raymond Roussel’s ‘Locus Solus’. Augusto Boal’s “theatre of the oppressed” — a synthesis of Brecht’s “theatre of instruction” and Freire’s “pedagogy of the oppressed” — is, for me, personally one of the most important examples of art being the principle of its own overcoming and transfiguration into transformative politics.

 

Therefore, this approach of negation of literature clearly shows that it’s neither about literature being privileged over life as its determining moral norm nor life being privileged over literature as its determining aesthetic imperative. It is not about literature being a reflection of reality, or reality being a reflection of literature. Rather, the point is to envisage and grasp literature in terms of the real of the reflection it is. The problem, from my Marxist vantage-point, is, how can literature be reconstituted as life, not be its determination, even as life, in the same movement, reconstitutes itself as its own critique into literature, or other discursive forms. In other words, the negation of literature as its extenuation means to radically negate the privilege of literature over life. Something that would, in the same movement, have to be the negation of privileging of life over literature. That would mean to break with the hierarchising and competitive binary/duality of life and literature to be reconstituted as a synthetic singularity that is neither life nor literature but something that is greater than the sum of its parts. That something would be politics in its praxical materiality. But is this politics the system that reconciles life and literature in their mutually subjectivating, competitive and hierarchising duality? That would be its Hegelian explication. From a Marxian point of view, however, politics would be a synthetic singularity that constitutes itself in, through and as a break with both the identities of literature and life, and thus with their systemic unity as a hierarchicising and competitive duality of identities. This singularity would be a new ontological order constitutive of the simultaneity of negation of literature by life and life’s own negation of itself. This would be what Althusser conceptualised as “process without subject” in Marx. Badiou’s “singular-multiple” and “multiple without one” are even more rigorous conceptualisations of the same. This process has a constellational formation in which ‘literature’ and ‘life’ are preserved as moments constitutive of the constellational formation of this process of disarticulation or dispersion, even as they are simultaneously cancelled as identities (subjects) and the mutually subjectivating structures they found.

 

Clearly, revolutionary praxis, or communism, as the actuality of this process without subject in its constellational and constellating formation is not the wiping out of the particularities of literature and life, and their difference. Rather, it is the particularities of literature and life, and their difference, wrenching themselves free from the capitalist system — which commoditises them by putting them in a relationship of competitive duality with regard to one another — by reconstituting themselves as the singularity of the process without subject. This compels me to contend that Marxism as a theory and concept of this constellated and constellational formation of revolutionary praxis is — contrary to both its proponents among the really-existing organisations and ‘parties’ of the left, and its poststructuralist detractors — not a theory of a politics to homogenise difference to sameness. Yet, Marxism is not, I would argue, a philosophy of difference. Instead, I would, following Badiou, term it a “philosophy for the event” or a philosophy for non-identity.

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Therefore, literature of negation must pose its own reconstitution as negation of literature and be reconstituted thus, even as negation of literature simultaneously poses its own critique by being simultaneously reconstituted as literature. Such a process would be constitutive of the constellating singularity or anti-dialectic of politics (praxis). Politics (or praxis) would, therefore, be about the actuality of deployment of difference in the uninterruptedly simultaneous deployment of the difference of literature of negation and negation of literature with regard to one another. Similarly, techniques of democratisation of education (intellectual production/dissemination) would fulfil themselves as their tendential democratising aim only when they are simultaneously both themselves and the constitutive moment of the unfolding of the larger constellational movement of socio-political transformation they, in emerging as methodology or techniques of educational democratisation, incipiently posit.

 

Therefore, to return to an earlier formulation, production of politics as practical critique of politics of production (capitalism) is the only context within which methods and forms of democratic pedagogy and egalitarian knowledge production can emerge, and fulfil what they in their emergence were meant to accomplish. In other words, production of politics as critique/radical antagonism of politics of production is both the modality and form(s) of non-alienated, creative activity and thus democratised production and reception of knowledge (ideas organic to the materiality of such activity). In that context of production of politics, the traditional relationship of hierarchy and competition between the so-called pure and technical sciences on one hand, and the human and social sciences on the other – based as they are on the structurally divisive conception of disciplinarity – also tends to collapse. That is because the production of social and/or economic needs (the domain of pure and technical sciences) is, in such a situation, integral to and not separate from the production of politics (as praxis of continuous struggle to perpetually reorganise the social-industrial process, and whose moment of social theory is composed of discursivities of that which traditionally exist as the separate disciplinarities of the human and social sciences).

 

Also, I don’t think that a Marxist must necessarily reject the ethics of the self. On my part I certainly don’t! My problem, however, is with theorising such ethics as the exhaustion of politics. For me, ethics is no more, but also no less, than a necessary constitutive moment, at the level of abstraction of the individual self, of what I think politics to be – the never-ending, uninterrupted process of dispersion or disarticulation. And it’s for this reason that I find myself approaching what you call your minimal position with great caution. That is, of course, not to say I reject such a position out of hand.

 

Allow me to excerpt some portions from an article (‘The Siren Songs of Neo-traditionalism’), which I wrote in 2003, to better elucidate my position on minimalism with particular reference to our institutionalised education system. The article, which is a polemical engagement with some Indian theorists of radical communitarianism and their affirmation of Tagore and Gandhi, criticizes, among other things, JNU sociologist Avijit Pathak’s alternative Tagorean-Gandhian take on education.

 

“…Avijit Pathak…is of the opinion that a radical arithmetic teacher in the classroom of an elite bourgeois school can make a lot of difference by his ‘different’ methodology of teaching and radicalise a few of his students. He may be right but that process of radicalisation will be chancy to say the least and will be superficial and normative at best. For a paradigm shift in the field of education, it is important to realise the context and the mode of production within which such bourgeois schools operate and the limitations of their classrooms as far as complete radicalisation is concerned. For, the counter-hegemonical knowledge, which a few teachers might want to disseminate in a bourgeois classroom that is the agency for distributing the commodity of education, can only be consumed and can hardly give rise to a context within which students also become producers and the teacher-taught distinction is abolished.

 

“So, voluntarism is a generous impulse only insofar as it enables the voluntarist to see its limitations, compelling him to find a way of transcending it. Revolutionary practice, according to Lenin, is impossible without a revolutionary theory. The question that one needs to ask today is: what will revolutionary theory serve if there is no revolutionary practice? Thus pedagogy, for a Marxist, can only be a conceptual part of his political praxis and cannot be tackled in isolation. Any attempt to do so is either bound to fail gloriously or be coopted. Examples of such failures abound. And the blame lies not merely at the doorstep of such civil rights and pedagogical groups as Eklavya, but also the sundry communist parties, which have failed to create a revolutionary praxis that could have constellationally integrated such attempts. The result is that Eklavya’s Hoshangabad Science Teaching programme — with its radical pedagogical techniques of imparting science education to villagers without the benefit of established laboratories — had to be run under the patronage of the Madhya Pradesh government, which could capriciously decide to dispense with it.”

 

Clearly, my argument is not that a radical teacher should not attempt to do such things in his individual professional capacity within his professional domain. Without doubt he should. That would be his politics, as a (minimalist) ethics of responsibility for the other, at the level of abstraction of the individual self. The problem sets in when he assumes that such minimalistic intervention can exhaust politics, instead of envisaging it as the beginning of its unfolding. I think it is good to be a romantic without upholding romanticism. Similarly, I would say, it’s good to be minimalistic without being a minimalist or an upholder of minimalism as a philosophical ground. But what would that entail for an individual teacher or academician? As far as I can see, it ought to mean that while he/she does all he/she can as an individual in his/her domain of professional academics to radicalise the situation, he/she cannot afford to see that as exhausting the praxis of radical negation. Not even in terms of what he/she can do as an individual. He/she cannot, for instance, afford to say, ‘This is all I will or can do as an individual teacher by way of contributing to the project of radical negation and then it’s really up to the others in other domains – say, the domain of practical movemental politics – to take that project forward or work at its unfolding.’ He/she must, to my mind, strive towards integrating what he/she does as an individual pedagogue and researcher, to enable the project of radical negation within the institutionalised set-up of our education system, with its beyond of practical movemental politics of socio-economic transformation.
But when I say that I don’t mean that he/she should necessarily feel compelled to hit the streets. Albeit, it would be nice if that were to happen too. As far as I am concerned, it would be politically more productive and meaningful if a teacher or academician figures and explicates why he/she should, from his concrete situation as a worker engaged in intellectual production in the academic domain, hit the streets, rather than hit the streets impelled by a vague and voluntaristic sense of political commitment or responsibility.

 

In fact, the most important task for an academician inclined towards the project of radical negation of institutional hierarchy in intellectual production would be to do what he/she can do as an individual radical pedagogue and researcher in the institutionalised setting of the academia and simultaneously seek to integrate with the really existing movements of the left, both within the university and outside it. An integration that would, first and foremost, be premised on developing a critique of those really-existing movements, and their leadership and orientation. Here I should clarify that this critique cannot, in the manner of the radical public intellectual a la Sartre, rest content with being merely philosophical, even as that intellectual envisions his/her own participation in movements by basing such voluntaristic participation on his/her integration with movements through this philosophical type of critique. Rather, it must be a theoretical critique, which is both a philosophical critique of the programmatic orientation of movements in question in terms of its underlying approach and, in the same movement, be an attempt to enact that philosophical critique as a concrete alternative programme and programmatic methodology to the ones that those movements are already embodiments of. Such a move at critical integration would tend to short-circuit the generality of philosophical critique and its radical public intellectual with the specificity of the programmatic methodology and its pragmatics of the organic intellectual of the movements to produce the science of praxis and its Jacobin revolutionary intellectual. As far as I am concerned, the question the intellectual– the educator or the vanguard if you will – needs to primarily ask is not how he/she can best direct and lead the working-class movement, but how the movement can become its own intellectual – Marx’s “class-for-itself” – to render the educator/vanguard redundant.

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What I have sought to describe above as the modality of integration of academicians with the larger working-class movement constitutes, I believe, a move in that direction of the working-class movement becoming its own intellectual. This is a project that we, at Radical Notes, have christened “academics beyond academia”.

 

Forms of Antagonism

 Prasanta: I hear your position once again with much clarity. And that will help us in understanding our meeting grounds and divergences and I believe such realisation will make this exchange even more dialogic. There are a few things that you take for granted as a committed Marxist of a certain kind—and for such a principled position I have the highest respect. But politics and art, their coming together at various nodes, as I see it, may not always tally with such a principled position. Or there could be other powerful positions that take on varieties of liberalism headlong.

 

I have already said I am deeply cautious of a politics of responsibility—one that may come from various quarters. See, the ideas which are so significant to you—as a belief, as a given, which is also scientifically argued. Programmatically. They are deeply important for someone who is seeking some form of social justice in literature. What you have called life means a kind of social given (say as opposed to the idea of life in critics who write on biopolitics, seek pre-Socratic ways of life, or even practice civic politics). Say, democracy or praxis or radical—these are words that that are so deeply fraught and such careful debates have gone into these words that there is a certain valances and weight that they occupy in our lives. Justifiably. On the other side—we tend to pit concepts like—say, foundational or reactionary. This is a valid form of practising antagonistic politics. And a powerful one. But this does not exhaust the domain of the political. For instance, one may speak from the vantage point of the ancien regime or be deeply illiberal, say the political ideas given currency by the likes of Leo Strauss, Francois Chateaubriand or Ananda Coomaraswamy and yet how superbly they all are alive to the complexities of life and its relationship to art and literature. A student of politics and art cannot and does not necessarily work on social justice, howsoever noble such a position might be. The idea of justice is one among a few other competing political claims. Here, I am simply taking forms of reactionary politics much more seriously rather than aligning with such positions. This is a dangerous path but a path, I believe, that must be traversed nevertheless.

 

I think materiality concerns form—a political study of forms—that must go beyond the ‘photographic details’ of social realism. Politics like literature is always something beyond existing forms of politics. Ranabir Samaddar has asked us quite sagely, I think , that in order to conceive of such politics—in academia or elsewhere, the political critic becomes a detective, an investigator, alive to the variegated. In this context, say, political rhetoric as a methodological tool for the student of literature and politics is very important to me. Here the political is literary—literally! And this domain is absolutely material. Rhetoric is not always realized through the ‘art of speaking well’ as Quintilian used to say, but by the processes of speaking ‘silently’ or ambiguously or allegorically. This is how one often makes sense of muffled, garbled pragmatism and read the subtleties of movements and issues. This is how you be with reptiles all the time, pose like them and yet work tirelessly to undercut their methods and influence. You learn to parley and yet practice antagonism . Garrulity, silence and their movement in texts and utterances gather prime significance here. It is imperative to understand for instance, how he arch royalist, Thomas Hobbes masterfully uses such amazing literary prose to pursue his readers through centuries (Quentin Skinner has highlighted this aspect). This appreciation of the materiality of language leads us to the bottom of absolutism and reactionary politics sometimes. Students of political science are not trained to work on rhetoric, whereas students of literature still consider Hobbes to be a ‘background’ read to creative literature. Consideration of rhetoric makes one aware of form—literary and political, precisely by skirting bland formalism. Taking strong positions is a must, but premature totalisation is not.

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But while we differ on these accounts, I agree with you on the necessity to connect and attach academia with life in general and with the material world in particular. I am also totally in agreement with you (though I realize the importance of gaming, parleys and negotiations in life) on the point that politics and art must be brought together to trace and work out antagonism . An uncompromising antagonism that can only come from practising intellectual pessimism. Happy, pragmatic agonism is a malady that besets academia as well as the disciplines of humanities and the social sciences as a block.

 

But a politics of antagonism can be practised, and practised with an uncompromising vigour, only by being alive to positions that are constantly shifting, evolving—at multiple fronts. For understanding other modes of antagonism, we must come out of this pressure to prove how radical we are in comparison with our compatriots. This urge to be a radical and seek radicalism in order o appreciate the political is actually another form of competition—to always be at the forefront of our struggles and be representative of such battles.  For instance, we know how antagonism has been pitted on a friend vs enemy fulcrum, or have been set between the ancients and moderns, or erected between the humans and the non-humans and so on. I am myself—in this exchange, (even as you have highlighted the question of production and class antagonism) have tried to emphasize a politics of minimalism (you have gauged correctly) and gay abandon—collective, free, strongly anti-liberal— against a certain framing of responsibility and maturity. I do not see this as voluntarism. Nor as individual acts of resistance and so forth—but facilitating collective, non-communitarian acts. This paglachoda impulse that I have referred to earlier will resist three things at the same time:

 

a) the mode of geometrical elegance that the logic of left-liberalism brings with it.

b) a mode of assurance and succor that stadial historicism usually provides us (as if learning from the past will necessarily give us a blueprint for the future).

c) a larger mode of contractarian thought, which is the basis of moderate mainstream European enlightenment pedagogy.

 

The paglachoda impulse steers clear of such certainties. It is an impulse that is painstaking, non-garrulous and rigorous. This is what my training in literature has given me and this is where politics can become most angry and volcanic. This impulse needs to be spread among everyone who dares to dream on and dares to be on the side of the losers of history. With no iota of sentiment.

 

I have thoroughly and particularly enjoyed the candid nature of this conversation Pothik. Let us continue on the path of ideas that develop from life and life alone.

 

Pothik: Need I say the feeling is mutual. Besides, Prasanta, all thanks is due to you for having initiated the whole thing in the first place.

Now, for two minor points of clarification. One, life, for me, is not a social given. I follow the Adorno of Negative Dialectics in criticising (and eschewing) the premature end of philosophy for sociology as a positivist empiric of life in its social givenness: “Philosophy, which once seemed obsolete, lives on because the moment to realize it was missed. The summary judgment that it had merely interpreted the world, that resignation in the face of reality had crippled it in itself, becomes a defeatism of reason after the attempt to change the world miscarried.” Sure, Adorno emphatically turns or orientates the concept towards what he calls “nonconceptualities”. But nonconceptuality is not life in the givenness of its positivist empiric. Instead, it is the “adventure of the concept” (Badiou). Yet, to pose the adventure of the concept against life as a social given is not to hierarchically privilege concept over life as a norm. Badiou, in the ‘Preface’ to his The Adventure of French Philosophy, writes: “We were not seeking a clear separation between life and concept, nor the subordination of existence to the idea or the norm. Instead, we wanted the concept itself to be a journey whose destination we did not necessarily know.” The way a Marxist would conceive of the counter-systemic lifeworld is, therefore, not empirically given forms of life but this adventure of the concept.

 

If you recall, I have critiqued Tagore’s approach to education and pedagogy precisely because it is premised on a conception of life as a social given. In fact, when I pose the constellating (uninterruptedly processual) singularity of the simultaneity of life negating literature and literature negating life as a break with the life/literature duality and its systemic/horizonal constitutivity (dialectic), it is precisely the interrogation of this anthropological conception of the givenness of life that is at stake.

 

As a matter of fact, the way I tend to conceive of life is not very distant from Foucault’s (and particularly, Agamben’s) “biopolitics”. To that extent, I completely understand practices you refer to as radical alternatives – especially, the pre-Socratic ways of life. That, I have known, through Foucault’s turn, particularly, in his late phase, towards the modalities of life in Classical Antiquity. I have no intention of rejecting them out of hand. My only problem is with the Foucauldian suggestion that such pre-Socratic life modalities can in themselves be modern forms of alternative and radical politics on account of their emphasis on withdrawal. The question is, can such life-forms of withdrawal, and their constitutive modality of ascesis, based as they are on an “ethics of discomfort”, beat, as Foucault seems to suggest, the tug and pull of what he calls the “pastoral” productivity of modern power? My contention would be that, in the final analysis, such politics of continuous (sequentially continuous) withdrawal from the (systemic) operations of power — underpinned as it is by an ethics of discomfort – does not escape the thrall of such power, and comes to be inscribed within and articulated by its systemic horizon. That is because such practices are constitutive of an inadequately radical anti-dialectic.

 

And that, I would contend, is on account of the anti-dialectic of such practices emerging from a (premature) abandonment of the dialectic, and not its extenuation – going through the dialectic to come out at its antipodes. The (phenomenologically reduced) subjectiveness of such ethics of discomfort, or de-teritorialisation, must become its own materiality if life has to escape the thrall of the objectivity of the system of power. Only through this process can life-forms transform themselves into what a Marxist called the lifeworld. And this materialisation of the ethics of discomfort — wherein it no longer exists as an ethical subjectiveness but becomes, instead, the sublated and constitutive cognitive moment of its own actuality – cannot occur as long as power in its systemic objectiveness exists. Clearly, not only the abolition of this systemicness of power is at stake but what, more fundamentally, is an issue here is the abolition of objectivity as such, together with its constitutive horizon of objective/subjective duality. In other words, the subjectiveness of ethics of discomfort will have to transform itself into its own “subjective-materiality” (Badiou), which is nothing but the singular materialised, or, more accurately, materialising as itself. For, as long as objectivity (embodied in the systemicness of power) exists in separate (alienated) duality to the subjective of the ethicality of discomfort, no amount of withdrawal from such power can emancipate the former from the latter.

 

That is precisely what the complete lesson of Foucault’s conception of modern power as pastorally productive – one that Foucault himself is not arguably faithful to the end – amounts to. In other words, what lies in between such withdrawing ascesis, as the embodiment of the ethics of discomfort, and the systemicness of power in its separate objectivity, is a distance of no distance. But unless the ascetics of withdrawal take a measure of this immeasurable distance of no distance, and enforce it, it will be power in its systemicness that will take its own measure of the same, and enforce it. That would, as far as I am concerned, amount to re-inscription of anti-capitalism within capitalism, and the articulation of the former by the latter. As Badiou tells us, subtraction and negation cannot be without one another. What he calls subtractive ontology is a radically new affirmative or ontological order that has negation as its indispensable and integral dimension. That, I would contend, is the lesson yielded by a close reading of Marx’s critique of Proudhon, and Marx and Engels’ critique of such “utopian socialists” as Robert Owen. Such critiques by Marx and Engels do not constitute a rejection of the (ethical) models of anarchists such as Proudhon and “utopian socialists” such as Owen. Rather, it’s an attempt to critique those models or approaches for their incompleteness in order to light up the path for their actualisation as a Badiouian subjective-materiality, which I must say here is radically distinct from Lukacs’ Hegelian conception of the proletariat as a subject-object –a closed sociology — of anti-capitalism.

 

Please do not get me wrong. I am, by no means, questioning the validity of Foucault’s conceptualisation of modern power as productive and pastoral in its operation. In fact, I consider it to be the strongest and most valid aspect of the Foucaudian model of modern power. I tend to think that most recent debates between many Marxists (especially, the communistological Marxists) and Foucauldians on whether power relations ought to be privileged over class/social relations, or vice-versa, has, by and large, been unproductive and, at times, plain pointless. To my mind, Marxian conceptualisation of capital as class/social relations is not at all a rejection of power relations. Rather, it’s an attempt to demonstrate that capital is nothing but a specific historicity (a historico-logical form) of power. One in which power is always socially mediated and never present or accessible in its naked, unmediated form. When Foucault speaks of two models of power, by methodologically privileging the panoptic and productive architectonics of power over its exclusionary and repressive architectonics, which he correctly contends is characteristic of the operation of power in the medieval period, he too is pointing at precisely this specific historicity of socially mediated power. One that Marx and Marxists call capitalism. The problem with the Foucauldian approach lies elsewhere. It arises from its abandonment of the Marxian approach of political economy and its critique, which it arguably misreads as being an epistemology. As a consequence, it correctly grasps the modern historicity of power to be productive — which is basically grasping power as being socially mediated – but since it does not seek to understand this nature, or constitutivity, of modern power in terms of valorisation of labour-power and transfer of value, it does not understand the fact that “govermentality” and “biopower” are levels of abstraction, whose constitutive logic is political economy. Political economy (or capital), I should reiterate yet again, is nothing but the modality of operation and reproduction of socially mediated power. Therefore, Foucault’s biopolitics, as a frame of radical practical critique, is incomplete and, in being unreflexive about its incompleteness, is ultimately cooptable. And that is because the conceptions of biopower and governmentality, which it both founds and is based on, do not account for how valorisation of labour-power and the concomitant imposition of work have, in a sense, logical or constitutive primacy over biopower in terms of determining the vector of human bodies. For, what else is labour-power but the abstraction of bodily capacities, which is constitutive of a system of differential inclusion.

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The failure, or the refusal, to understand biopower in terms of its dialectic of mutual constitutivity with valorisation of labour-power, which in turn is integral to value-creation and thus the concomitant transfer of value, prevents Foucauldians from understanding how the pre-Socratic ways of life, whose modality is that of ascesis and withdrawal from power, results in continuous production and reproduction of hierarchies between the human and the non-human. It is, therefore, hardly surprising that “ethics of discomfort”, and its politics of ascesis and withdrawal, eventually yields a politics of styling of the self and dandyism. We would do well to remember that it is precisely this contradiction at the heart of dandyist politics that Baudelaire, the foremost proponent of dandyism, grappled with in his work, especially in his Intimate Journals.

 

This brings me to my second point of clarification. Literature, for me, is not merely a form of social justice. My Badiouian-Marxian inclinations hardly afford me such an easy way out. The way I encounter the twinned-problematics of negation of literature and literature of negation, I think, ought to have made that amply clear. I tend to ascribe relative autonomy to the site of the aesthetic. Let me explain myself once again. Literature, for me, is a specified site of aesthetic experience, in which the sensousness of forms, without doubt, has primacy. But what, for me, is inseparable from forms, and the sensuous and affective experience they effectuate, is the materiality of the forms in question. And this materiality of forms is — as Bakhtin’s works have demonstrated with great rigour — their performative dimension, which animates the forms in question and is rendered accessible precisely through the mediation of affective and sensuous (aesthetic) experience historically bound up with those formal effects.

 

Literature (art in general) is both a determinate field of occurrence – and, therefore, interruption too — of the (evental) experience. Hence, it also lends itself to being read, and/or envisaged, against its grain, as an allegory for the reconstitution of the experiential eventality at another generic level of abstraction. Only in being the latter does literature become a pursuit for what you call social justice. I, for my part, prefer to term it the non-total and open entirety of the process of politics. But then literature can be the latter only by being the former. That is the reason why the aesthetic experience is a constitutive moment of politics as a process of perpetual dispersion. My only insistence, therefore, is that even as one experiences the Dionysian gaiety and abandon, one grasp the science of this gaiety for such experience of gaiety to keep overcoming the limits that structurally inhere in it due to its inescapable ontological condition of being determinate. What is at stake, therefore, is the dialectical simultaneity of, to use Gajanan Madhav Muktibodh’s words, “gyanatmak samavedana” (knowledgeable affectivity) and “samavedanatmak gyan” (affective knowledge).

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Pothik Ghosh: is Author of Insurgent Metaphors (Aakar, 2010) and a member of the Radical Notes collective. His short monograph on Bangladeshi writer Akhtaruzzaman Elias and the politics of his literature is forthcoming from Phoneme Publishers.

Prasanta Chakravarty: teaches English literature at the University of Delhi.

Theatre, Number, Event: A Second Appraisal

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Prathama Banerjee

[ HUG reproduces a second appraisal and an early critique of Soumyabrata Choudhury's newly published book Theatre, Number, Event: Three Studies on the Relationship between Sovereignty, Power and Truth, IIAS, Delhi, 2013. The writer was a panelist in the recently organised session at C.S.D.S. , New Delhi on the occasion of the release of the book.  This is the concluding essay in this series.]

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Soumya is a very old friend from my university days, and it is a special feeling to be discussing his book.  In that it is indeed a discussion rather than a comprehensive review of the book, and I do not even claim to do justice to the book’s ambitious narrative and unusual analytic frame.  Soumya is an extraordinary mind.  He is a philosopher, a literature student, a performer, a director of plays, a teacher and now I see also a historian.  The book, therefore, like he himself, is a challenge for any friend and comrade, who like me shares his passion for politics and philosophy, but thinks very differently, perhaps even incommensurably.  What I shall say by way of discussing the book is then a kind of response to this intimate challenge that Soumya poses before me.

First, let me present briefly how I read Soumya’s book.  The book is about sovereignty – sovereignty as simultaneously political sovereignty and sovereignty of thought, sovereignty as that of philosophy on the one hand and on the other, of the king/Christ/state and eventually of that impossible, uncountable entity, namely the people.  Soumya works through a series of historical moments, though not chronologically (something to which we shall come back later) – 5th century BC Greece with its theatre and its civic assemblies of gods, citizens, faceless slaves and women, 12th century Europe with its notion of Christian theological kingship, 8th-9th century Byzantium with its controversy regarding the question of the icon and the idol and the worship and circulation of the same, 18th century France with its revolution, terror and increasingly medicalised madness, and finally the contemporary with its war on terror and its democratic revolutions.  Soumya’s project is to tease out histories of the constitution of sovereign power in this long story of Europe (and he shall argue the world).

Soumya implies that the history of sovereignty is produced at two levels – one, as the story of the sovereign as a figure and two, as the question of the ground, the basis, the founding principles of sovereignty. The figures of sovereignty as they appear in history, and yet fail to acquire full presence and stability (which is what the whole story is about), are the Greek gods with their strategic intelligence and liturgical role, the consecrated Christian king backed by the notion of eucharist transformation that transubstantiates the inscrutable idea of divinity into flesh, and the post-revolutionary republican people, counted as a disassembled numerical order of populations and while being mobilized as the One, the singular Nation.  The ground of sovereignty on its part appears in two senses.  One as jurisdiction – of law, administration and taxation – that appear through history as fisc and empire and patrie, in different ways assigning a territoriality, a world-extension to sovereignty itself.  The ground also appears as the ground of thinking the power of the universal, which in the history of Europe appear as philosophy and theology and in modern times, mathematics.  Through what Soumya calls a  ‘commensuration’ of the figure and the ground, the book goes on to show that the ground of thought is also the ground of sovereignty, the ground which underpins the exercise of both power and truth.

Soumya’s story is full of fascinating moments – as when he demonstrates that the imperative of governmentality is as old as and indeed part of the imperative of sovereignty; or when he lays out the long history of tithes and taxes in Europe as a dialectic between the debt to and debt of the sovereign; or when he excavates an older history of the economy as a domain of regulation mapped by the circulation of Christian icons, making the economy into God’s worldly plan for the salvation of mankind.  We do not have time here to dwell on these details, though each of these by itself can be major point of discussion.  I shall only mention here that in Soumya’s imagination, all these discrete moments make up what he calls an ‘inconsistent’ history of sovereign power, i.e. a history without unity or necessity.  This means, in my understanding, that no straight-forward chronological or successional history is possible for sovereignty, precisely because the career of sovereignty is also repeatedly a history of its siege, its failure, its dysfunctionality – the manifestation of the groundlessness, the voiding of sovereignty, despite its cunning, its ruses and indeed its claim to truths.  In that sense, despite its historicity, sovereignty, at different times must be set up anew, following its own failure.  The place of the French Revolution in the book is precisely to show up such a moment of the failure of sovereign power and of the difficult search for a new ground and a new figure of sovereignty, namely the people.  As Soumya shows through his reading of Michelet’s history of the French revolution, it is not as if forms of sovereignty, power and truth make successive paradigm shifts in a long history of political society, but that everything must be recommenced, the present reinvented every time, by rewriting once again its past and its future, following upon the defaulting of an earlier form of sovereign presence.

Soumya’s account of the career of sovereignty is persuasive in its own terms, but in my eyes, the account comes up against a critical unresolved question – namely, the question of the relationship between history and philosophy.  Soumya imagines this relationship as a kind mismatch – sometimes there is the glimpse of geological metaphors, a faultine, an abyss – between the metaphysics of truth and the structure of possible actualisations of power, between the philosophical mandate and the historical logic. It is this perpetually restless, quaking faultine between history as actualization and philosophy as the axiomatic instance, as he aptly calls it, which causes what he calls torsion, a violent twisting, of thought – a torsion through which thought moves as it were.   In my reading, however, this formulation retains the place of history and the place of philosophy somewhat undisturbed, even though teetering on both sides of the abyss – while I would have thought that it were precisely those places, those habitations of history and philosophy that would come under question in his account.  My feeling is that this is because Soumya does not face squarely the different ways in which modern western philosophy has harnessed history to itself – or the ways in which history and philosophy have sought to take each other’s place through time.  Of course, in modern times and with Hegel, history itself – world history to be precise – was transfigured into a philosophy of global sovereignty.

But even if we consider the Hegelian moment passé, there is another way in which philosophy continues to harness history to itself even today.  In the western tradition, philosophy operates as always already history of philosophy, through which not only is an exclusive philosophical canon set up, but more importantly a strange contemporaneity is set up amongst philosophers of diverse times and contexts, from Plato to Marx, from antiquity to today, such that thought appears to undo its own historicity and assume an infinite, universal and eternal form, becoming in a way thought unto itself.  In other words, in this tradition philosophy becomes its own history in such as way as to pitch itself beyond the ephemeral and the contingent – that being the truth-procedure of western philosophy itself.  And even when a contemporary philosopher such as Alain Badiou – who seems to hugely influence Soumya – grants autonomy to history, he does so in the name of the Event with capital E – making true history incumbent upon emblematic dates, exceptional events and proper names.  But this precisely is the imagination of history against which subalterns have had to struggle incessantly, in the name of long durations as well as contingencies, of the everyday and the quotidian, of the anonymous and the defeated.

All this is not to argue against Soumya’s effort at bringing philosophy and history together within the same frame.  On the contrary, that is exactly the importance of the book. This is only to say that one cannot any longer presume to be innocent about the close complicity, and not just the antagonism, between history of a kind and philosophy of a kind.  Indeed, one cannot be innocent about history itself, and I do sense such an innocence in Soumya.  One cannot presume, in obedience to Badiou, that the event with capital E will show itself inexorably and obviously and force new thought, new truths, and new subject-bodies who appear purely in fidelity to the event.   Instead, it is in the very process of historicisation, in the assigning of a new past and a new future to it, that an event becomes an Event.  In other words, it is precisely through new periodisations that politics moves – as our experience with the regime of the modern tells us at our own peril. I think it is critical the way Soumya makes the choice and arranges the sequence of his historical instances – whether Greece or Byzantium or France, whether classical, medieval or modern.  But he hesitates to make the political stakes in his choice explicit.  I also think that he is too quick in the way that he extrapolates a global paradigm of sovereignty from these very particular and local European instances.  I am not quite certain that this seamless passage into the global is not the residual conceit of philosophy itself – even if this philosophy is humbled before the contingency of the event.
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But Soumya does make a critical move away from the Badiou-kind of history-philosophy problematic – not only because he seeks to theorise sovereignty (taking Foucault on board, Foucault whom Badiou does not consider a philosopher) rather than truth or being or subjectivity, but also because he inflects his story of philosophy and history by a third entity – namely, theatre.  He does not use quite use theatre in the way that Badiou or Ranciere or Virno does – by raising questions of spectatorship, passivity, agency, publicity, community so on i.e. by making the question of theatre isomorphic with the question of politics itself.  Soumya invokes theatre from perspective of theatre itself, but he also does not reduce it to a generalized notion of performance which leads to trite observations such as politics is performative and so on.  Soumya counterpoises theatre with philosophy, and I shall add also history.  This is because theatre dislodges both the philosopher’s truth and the historian’s real.  As Soumya says, theatre puts forth the mask, the actor’s mask, which is in a disjunctive relationship with any natural, ontological or legal position.  Theatre also displaces the map of subjects and objects by distributing figures on the stage merely though a logic of positions rather than through epistemologics.  In that sense, Soumya reconfigures the history-philosophy binary into the evocative triad of history-philosophy-theatre.  But once again, Soumya does much less with theatre than he promises, tantalizingly, in the beginning of the book.  At the very end of the book, however, he quotes a long passage from Antonin Artaud, where he says (and I quote from the quote) “Once the plague is established in the city, normal order collapses. …At this point, theatre establishes itself.  Theatre that is to say the momentary pointlesslessness which drives people to useless acts without immediate profit or point.”  This Soumya proposes is a moment of exception to both the law and the liturgy of sovereignty – leading to a kind of activation beyond the limits of civic and cultural participation.   I really wish that Soumya would write more on this other notion of action and subjectivity that theatre helps us imagine.

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Prathama  Banerjee  is Fellow, C.S.D.S., New Delhi.  She is the author of the book Politics of Time: Primitives and History-Writing in a Colonial Society, published in 2006.

Theatre, Number, Event : An Appraisal

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Saitya Brata Das

 

[The writer was one of the discussants in a recently organized session at C.S.D.S. , New Delhi, on the occasion of the release of Soumyabrata Choudhury’s book—Theatre, Number, Event: Three Studies on the Relationship between Sovereignty, Power and Truth. Here is the text that the writer has shared with HUG]

I feel honoured to be here today on this occasion of the book launch of Soumyabrata Choudhury’s much awaited book Theatre, Number, Event: Three Essays on the Relationship between Sovereignty, Power and Truth. The book is much awaited, especially for his privileged friends like me, friends who know that Soumyabrata has been working on a book for a long time. Some of us , and I am one among this “ us” , are fortunate enough to have had glimpses into the book in the process of its gestation and unfolding, a process from which certain “violence” is inseparable albeit a creative violence it is. Such violence seems to be inseparable from a book like this, given the formidable ambition and accomplishment of it, as we will be able to see now properly in the light of its publication. Such violence is audible in the very language of the work that does not welcome us immediately and the reader has to think a lot to decide whether she should pick up the book to read at all, not out of disrespect but precisely out of a profound respect, respect that we know to be a certain experience of distance or withdrawal. Such an “unattractive” or rather “attractive” quality of the book can be disadvantage only if the book does not have such formidable ambition and is thus impatient in soliciting the reader’s immediate attention and instant gratification. Sometimes such “indigestibility” or “unattractive” character proves to be good for the health of a work, especially if it merits serious attention from the reader who wants to read in a responsible manner.

Given the formidable character of the book that takes the reader into a labyrinth that seems to have a secret password connecting so many paths and counter paths, lanes and by-lanes and thereby weaving an intricate network of concepts, spaces, and times, it is impossible for me to talk about the book in a comprehensible manner. Moreover, one should leave the reader to the risk of the book, the kind of risk, or “wager”- a word that Soumyabrata is in love with – wager that book itself assumes. I should therefore let each reader to judge her/himself whether such a risk that the book undertakes is at all worth taking and whether the researcher has succeeded or failed in his attempt. I will just speak, within some minutes of clock-time, of one of the problems that book raises in a manner of a glimpse or in the blink of an eye. Obviously, it is going to be insufficient and even, perhaps, unworthy of me since I do different things, and raise some different problems in my works. So I will take up one problem, the problem with which the books begins, the problem that I am somehow more interested and little-bit more connected, which is: the problem or rather the scandal of “sovereignty” and the question of the political-theology.

The question that Soumyabrata appears to me to have raised is not so much to ask: ‘what is sovereignty or even, who is the “sovereign” so as to arrive at the “axiomatic” understanding of sovereignty or at the concept of the “political” as such.In fact, a good deal of the book is devoted to the even more preliminary discussion of the “axiomatic”, bringing out carefully the precarious or fragility that adheres in the “axiomatic” as such, the poros or the aporetic that ties and unties its claims to the status of the “immemorial”. The book rather raises the following uneasy question: ‘why is it that, and in what manner is it at all that the concepts/figures/modes of sovereignty assume the status of the “axiomatic” in such a way from which a certain claim of the “immemorial” is inseparable?’ Now this assumption of sovereignty and this intrigue of relation between sovereignty, axiomatic and immemorial itself, while being structural, is also historically variable, not just in a quantitative manner but in a manner of qualitative discontinuities. Thus from the liturgical foundation of sovereignty to the later Christus-Fiscus parallelism that justifies sovereignty, there is a discontinuity, in fact a violence that Soumyabrata delineates carefully with the help of Ernst Kantorowicz in a manner that will surely evoke much admiration for the reader. To answer the question he asks, Soumyabrata traces out a history or perhaps better, a genealogy of apparatuses of inter-linking practices and discourses alike by means of three interlinking fictions of concepts – “theatre”, “number”, “event” – to reveal the thread that tie and untie the “axiomatic” to the “sovereignty” and “sovereignty” in turn to the “immemorial”. It appears here as if the porosity or fragility of the one immediately brings porosity to the others: the porosity and aporetic binding or unbinding of the axiomatic claims of sovereignty to the immemorial.

2013-04-28 11.17.49Soumyabrata conceives that it is the philosophical task par excellence, the task of this strange discourse called “philosophy” – here I don’t go too far with what he understands by “philosophy” – to envisage, or better welcome the “new immemorials” that are eventive, aleatory and ever new contingent eruption that breaks into the historical continuum of the world. Here and this now of this “breaking into” is the place of the “new”, a space without a pre-given parameter of measurement and a time without pre-given measure of numbers. Such a possibility of thinking, for Soumyabrata, is given by a strange mathematics, now released from a dominant version of the “mathematizable” in the sense of the countable mathematics of number, a “contingent” or “situational” mathematics if at all one can use these words, mathematics that is not alien to “the logic of multiplicity” that constitutes and potentially deconstitutes each situation, each topos, each denomination, making hegemony of each and any nominative denomination broken. What, then, Soumyabrata seems to me to be concerned with are bruises, wounds or injuries that affect any claim of the worldly powers to sovereignty. If you read the text attentively in its performative gesture – and we all know that Soumyabrata is a great performer, a great actor – without hurrying to catch up with the core content or doctrine abstracted from the verbal character of the book, then you see these terms abound – especially the words like “wound” and “torsion”, beautiful words they are, but also violent. For Soumyabrata, each axiomatic claim of the sovereign to the immemorial is wounded and is potentially broken, and by a strange logic, is marked by a paradox, by paradoxes, because these immemorials are never true immemorials. Therefore this discourse called “philosophy” needs to be infinitely restituted in the name of the “new immemorials” wherein immemorial has nothing much to do with something that has passed by beyond memory, but an immemorial , or rather immemorials to come which will never be part of any speculative memory and will therefore never be appropriable to sovereignty.

This is his hope, and it is this hope and this promise that gives the energy and dynamis to Soumyabrata’s thought. In so far as such hope is unconditional, it can never be demonstrated or even validated by measures or numbers of what already exist as countable; they can thus only be “fictions”, not “fictions” opposed to “truth” but “fictions” that do not need to oppose to “truth” at all, but rather welcome it, immemorial and infinite truth. Where, in what discourse, in what trembling language, in what tonality and gestures, in what rhythms and caesuras that such “fictions” may break into and be seized if not in “philosophy” itself, this abyssal and dizzying landscape wherein fabulization of the world may be taking place even though it is the very discourse that wants us to be disenchanted with the mythic foundation of the world?

Here comes the strangest paradox among all the paradoxes: philosophy alone is the discourse that, precisely by absolving from the immediate stakes of the world in a immediate manner of urgency – and therefore for philosophy alone such a task of the immemorial can at all be a task, a unique and so absolutely singular task – such a discourse alone in a profound manner exposes us to the absolutely contingent, so irreducibly aleatory and such precarious moments of life as they appear to us without any pre-given measurement of numbers and without the calculability of the “count as one”. This is the problem of mortality. Soumyabrata never has raised this question in this manner, but he is so attentive to this strange paradox that ties and unties all sovereignty in advance. The sovereign must transcend any given situation that immediately exists as a generalizable order of law; as if the “halo of perpetuity”, the term that he borrows from Ernst Kantorowicz, has never ceased to determine sovereignty as such, even if such a doctrine is historically applicable only to a specific formulation of sovereignty. But at the same time, mortality haunts each figure, each contour, each icon, each idol of sovereignty, bruising each figure with the wound of mortality. If so, the immemorial task of philosophy to welcome the “new immemorials” can only be bruised, wounded, and therefore a mortal immemorial, the immemorial that is haunted by the sting of mortality, with the possible death of the world. How to think this connection between mortality and the immemorial in such a way that each and every hegemony founded upon the sovereignty of principle – principle beyond all principles – is destituted, in so far as the question of sovereignty is essentially the question of principle, of thetic and thus is of the nominative?

I will conclude my talk by taking you from Soumyabrata’s book to another work. In the posthumously published magnum opus, Broken Hegemonies – a book that Soumyabrata has not referred in his work – Reiner Schürmann calls us to be attentive to the connection between thetic, denomination, nominative and nomos , a connection that establishes the an-Archic arché of sovereignty , constituting thereby each linguistic regimes of hegemony. But mortality haunts each of such instituting and founding acts of natality, as if like an undertow, destituting each hegemony in turn and thereby rendering each situation, each historical condition tragic. Such a tragic is for Schürmann the true philosophical task of thinking that welcomes what he calls ‘singularization to come’.

Perhaps the time has come to ponder anew over the tragic condition of our existence, one that is historical, in such a manner that we never cease welcoming such singularity to come , a never ceased destitution of all institution in the name of such a ‘to come’. I congratulate my lovely brother and my dear friend – and I must now speak in this personal manner – for giving us such a work that will inspire to think such difficult questions once again. Thank you.
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Saitya Brata Das is Assistant Professor, Centre for English Studies, School of Language, Literature and Culture Studies, JNU, New Delhi.

 

 

 

Violence, Innocence, Opportunism

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K. Balagopal

The public arena is witness to dispirited discussion of the ineffectiveness of people’s movements, which are at the most able to slow down things, and nothing more. The discussion often turns around violence and non-violence, not as moral alternatives but as strategic options. Those who are sick of sitting on dharna after dharna to no effect are looking with some envy at violent options, while many who have come out of armed groups find the Narmada Bachao Andolan (NBA) fascinating.

It is good that there is some openness in the matter now, for dogmatic attitudes have done considerable harm. To say that one should not be dogmatic about violence may be morally a little unsettling but it is a defensible position even without adopting a relativistic attitude towards the preciousness of life or a casual attitude towards one’s moral responsibility for injury caused in the course of a struggle. More of that in the right context. But the discussion will unavoidably be based on assessments of the effectiveness of the alternatives, and a distant view is likely to colour the reality with hopes and assumptions, even illusions. A realistic assessment of what each strategy has been able to achieve would better inform the debate.

The plain and stark fact is that while all strategies have been effective in curbing some injustice, none has succeeded in forcing the government to take back a single major policy in any sphere. And none has been able to reverse the trends inherent in the structures of society and economy. Yet no serious political movement or social struggle we know of is only for softening oppression or improving relief. The general understanding is that governance of the country – and may be the systemic infrastructure of society – is fundamentally wrong and needs remedying, maybe overturning. Do we know of any effective strategy for that? I am not talking of political strategies, but strategies of struggle that will successfully put pressure upon the State and the polity to stop them in their tracks. The struggle may be built around class or caste or any other social combination. It may in the end seek reform or the upturning of the polity. It may operate mainly or in part within the polity or keep out of it altogether. Whichever it is, the common problem is this: the experience of this country is that governments do not stop doing some thing merely because it has been demonstrated to be bad. Or even contrary to constitutional directives and goals. They stop only if going along is made difficult to the point of near impossibility. No democratic dispensation should be thus, but Indian democracy is thus. Short of that, you demonstrate the truth of your critique till you are blue in the face or shout till you are hoarse in the throat, it is all the same.

This is the question that haunts all movements, and none has an answer. All strategies, whether violent or peaceful, have found that they are not without success, if by success is meant stemming of local forces of oppression or the local manifestation of global forces, and improving the situation of its victims at the margin or even more. One does not wish to belittle these achievements, and in any case its beneficiaries are grateful, and belittling makes no difference to them. But any attempt to go beyond that has been faced with an insuperable wall which defines the limits of Indian democracy.

The naxalites – in particular the largest of them, the Maoists – are generally credited with having used strategies of violent struggle to great effect. That they have had substantial effect on the local social and political structures is beyond doubt. From Telangana to Bihar, local society would not be what it is but for their effect in turning much of it upside down. That they have often acted as a very effective deterrent to knavery and charlatanry of all kinds too is true. But looking back on nearly forty years of the naxalite movement, one is surprised how few are the important policy decisions of the State or tendencies inherent in the logic of unequal development that the naxalites have been able to stall. In fact, one cannot off-hand think of even one. They themselves may answer that it is because they have not tried. It is true that their strategic thinking does not turn around defeating the State politically but mobilizing against it militarily. Hence inflicting major political defeats or reversing trends of unequal or destructive development is not on their agenda. Yet it is also true that even if they tried they would not know how to go about stalling such decisions or forces. To put it simply, you can hold a gun to a landlord’s head but Special Economic Zones or the Indo-US Nuclear Deal have no head to put a gun to. This degree of simplification of the issue may be criticized as unfair, and one would readily agree that Maoist violence is not just the armed action of individual Robinhoods. Nevertheless, after dressing up this skeleton with sufficient flesh and blood to make it real, you still do not get away from the basic truth of the caricature.

It is not just the abstractness of these issues that makes violence ineffective as an option against them. After all they do have concrete manifestations that can be confronted by violent mobilisation or armed action. But the subtlety of forms of power other than the feudal makes focused confrontation of a violent kind difficult to operationalise. Violence may be good or bad, necessary or unnecessary, but it is always crude. Intelligent exercise of power, on the other hand, is subtle. So is capitalist rationality, in general. It is sometimes but not always crudely oppressive. It also comes with promises of a better life for the middle classes and employment for the poor. It spreads its operational incidents all over and each of them offers its own rationality. It gives a little and takes a lot but it gives at one place and takes at another. It speaks in a dozen tongues, each offering a limited rationality, while the totality is hidden behind layers or opacity and subterfuge. Its lies require intelligent nailing, and its logistics requires subtle handling to immobilize it. For in the better kind of agitational strategy the object of popular mobilization is to immobilize the opponent, and that is where violent methods score over peaceful methods. But whom or what do you immobilize to make an SEZ inoperable?

And then there is the law and its machinery of enforcement. The law of course does not turn the other way when violent mobilization is used against a landlord or a local oppressor. But neither are the stakes as high nor is social disapproval so strong then as when alleged schemes of development or alleged policies of national security are obstructed by violent mobilization. Agitations disrupt normal life, violent agitations more so. The insecurity and uncertainty this creates can be exploited by the State to either incite the people against the agitators even to the point of getting them lynched or to cover up for the violent methods of suppression it employs. It can even get righteously suppressive. And when the stakes are high social disapproval can be engineered beyond its normal levels. We are all aware of how much hatred the State can generate against agitations, especially violent ones, if it believes that its vital interests are affected. And that can be the justification for lawless enforcement of law, the more lawless the more righteous the anger it can whip up in society.

One option then is to throw up one’s hands and say that it is futile to fight an evil beyond a point while it remains in power. And that the real task is to gain political power and replace the fount of evil. This makes sense from one angle but misses the point from another and begs the question from a third. It misses the point because at one level the question we are posing to ourselves is not about this society or this polity, but about democracy as such and the amenability of governance to correction by popular disapproval. To say that we need not spend too much time over this because we wish to come to power and then we will not face this problem is no answer. It begs the question from another angle because if you do not know how to mobilize people in effective numbers against evil governance, how are you sure you know how to mobilize them for capture of State power?

Peaceful mobilization has one advantage over violent mobilisation. A larger number of people can participate in it, and it can choose its targets and devise its methods of agitation more subtly. It gives space for dialogue even the while agitation goes on, dialogue not so much with the establishment as with society, and so the vital dimension of critique is alive without suspending the agitation to clear space for it, and this is essential in any struggle against an opponent who operates in a universe of intelligent rationality. This is one reason why peaceful methods of struggle are not only morally but also politically healthier. But in terms of its effectiveness in reversing policy decisions or structural trends, peaceful methods are even more ineffective than violent methods. Quite plainly, dharnas and street plays and hartals and half-an-hour-at-a-time road blocks and street corner speeches and jathas can go on for ever and ever and neither the State nor the Ambanis lose any thing. This is what often makes activists cynical and gives them that urge to seek an appointment with the Maoists. When they are so tempted they think the only problem they have had with violence is that it is morally problematic and physically unsafe. It is assumed that it is necessarily more effective. It isn’t, and it has not been.

Can we turn to the law to make governance answerable to popular disapproval other than at election time? Constitutional democracy as we know it in India gives little scope for such a hope but PILs have held a lot of fascination for activists. Much of it is born of out of ignorance of the law as much as the sociology of adjudication. The average intelligent Indian thinks of PIL as the modern equivalent of the bell which the better kind of king is reputed to have strung outside his palace for the desperate citizen to tug at and get an instant hearing and instant justice. The average intelligent Indian also thinks that all the limitations of judicial power that he or she is otherwise familiar with will vanish when the Courts sit to hear PILs, namely that they become benign despots who can set every wrong right by passing a condign order. Desperation can be the only reason for these illusions. Less excusable is the ignorance of the sociology of adjudication. Judges, taken as a class, are at one with most of the political and economic tendencies since liberalisation for no more subtle reason than that they belong to the social class that has benefited and will benefit much more from these tendencies. Extremely derisive comments about PILs are made with juvenile exuberance by the Supreme Court these days to send out a signal that the activist or desperate citizen need not take the trouble to go all the way to New Delhi. Law journals report some divergence of opinion and even snide comments about judicial activism in the Supreme Court, but the divergence is between conservative judicial activism and conservative aversion to it.

There is no option but to devise ways of stopping the system in its depredations. Since Indian democracy has not learnt to respect reasoned criticism unless it is armed with the strength to physically prevent the execution of the policies criticized, ways of achieving such strength must be sought by agitational movements. In principle the best method is to mobilize the people likely to be affected in large numbers and physically sit in the path of the State and Capital. But then the people in their concreteness are riven by diversity of interests and insularity of communities, crushed by poverty and misery, weakened by the disease of opportunism even at the lowest levels which has been the greatest contribution of the Congress party to Indian political culture, enfeebled by attachment to their political patrons, and disillusioned with empty rhetoric and moral corruption of agitations and movements. In particular, they see that activists who were in an earlier generation characterized by sacrifice of personal concerns are no longer the same. To my mind, this is the greatest disservice done by the NGOs, but this culture is now common to a large section of political activists, too. On the other hand, the very effect of politicization has been that the people have lost their innocence and often weigh the costs and benefits of struggle with greater caution than in the past. One cannot blame them, especially when the caution is reinforced by the fact that activists themselves exhibit the same attitude these days. All this combines to make strong mobilisation difficult and tempts honest activists to look for short cuts, ranging from armed action to PILs. But there are no short cuts.

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K Balagopal was an uncompromising human rights activist, mathematician and lawyer, working mostly from Andhra Pradesh, and known for his work on civil liberties and human rights. His Telugu essay ‘Cheekati Konaalu’ was a path-breaking one, in which he directly questioned the violation of human rights by those who claimed that they were working for a radical revolution. His public criticism of the acts of violence by Maoists attracted severe criticism from the naxalites. Following his comments on the violence in Lalgarh in West Bengal, Maoist Central Committee member, Mallojula Koteshwar Rao had challenged Balagopal to visit Lalgarh resistance area to know the real picture.

 

Earth: A Wandering

 

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Alfred Kentigern Siewers

 

Earth is at once both symbol and reality: both a planet with a proper name and a substance, humus, from which the human emerges in participation, along with many of our fellow travelers in the physical world – animals, plants, and others. It is thus also both a wandering and a grounding – and most of all, perhaps, a wondering, at what environmental philosopher Bruce Foltz in a new study of the ongoing life of noetic Christian tradition in environmentalism calls ‘the heavenly beauty of Earth’ (Foltz, 2012). Pre-moderns and non-moderns probably lived and articulated this more particularly than moderns do with our more abstract GreenSpeak. But we all experience the conjunction of meanings of earth at some level. The modern West often expresses it through a type of post-medieval understanding that re-centers us in a medieval middle on Earth, part of the original impetus behind Romanticism. Whether it’s J.R.R. Tolkien’s association of his retro-medieval Shire with Appalachia (Davenport, 1997); the medievalism enabled by a cyberspace that simultaneously removes us from the Earth and enables us to engage different time periods and cultures more simultaneously: or personal traditions that re-form community with Earth, as we weave them from our scholarship through the interstices of our academic lives or arts: we connect with actual people and physical environments on Earth and in earth as both refugees from the modern and ambassadors to it, enmeshed in that which we seek to proclaim.

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As I walk through a last remnant of old-growth forest in Pennsylvania looking for our annual church Fourth of July picnic, passing through shady groves of hemlock trees amid brooks habited by bears, Amish teenagers, and, in earlier days, the nature writer Euell ‘ever eat a pine tree?’ Gibbons, I am reminded of the retro-medieval Forest of Arden.

In Shakespeare’s As You Like It, the usurper duke’s wrestler Charles asks the dispossessed and out-of-favor Orlando, ‘Come, where is the young gallant that is so desirous to lie with his mother earth?’ (Shakespeare, 1992, 1.2.296).

But Orlando is thrown to earth in a different way than the duke and wrestler envision.

He flees the court for Arden. There he begins carving love poems to Rosalind on trees, in a ‘green world’ in which, as the duke-in-exile remarks, human life ‘exempt from public haunt finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything’ (2.1.299).

Arden, a disappearing forest in the Warwickshire precincts of Stratford-on-Avon, itself becomes a kind of sylvan haunt in the play, written during the time of the Enclosure movement.

Such remnant woods around England had become places where an outlaw forest economy found temporary refuge, while an expanding British Empire cut them down for ships, privatized pasturage, and witnessed a new pastoralism.

Phantoms of the Middle Ages like Robin Hood haunted such woods, while vanishing into Elizabethan stories. These forests of the imagination exemplified C.S. Lewis’ curmudgeonly remark while giving birth to his Oxford History of English Literature tome (a painful project he labeled by acronym ‘the oh hell’) that England had no Renaissance because of its insular medieval continuities (Lewis, 1954, 55–56; Coghill, 1965, 60–61).

Yet in Arden’s ‘green world’ of imagination, the denizens of Shakespeare’s forest (a locality confusable in name also with both Ardennes woods in France and biblical Eden) find empathy not only for crying deer, but for each other, ending in a metonymy of marriage rites as well as a crossing of the human and non-human.

What the exiled duke calls ‘this wide and universal theater’ (Shakespeare, 1992, 2.7.135) of Arden becomes in its engagement of the non-human, a place of experience of earth apart from the human conventions of the court.

In its back-and-forth focus between the ‘green world’ and human society, Arden comes to typify what environmental philosophers (glossing Heidegger) distinguish as earth differentiated from the world of human cultural constructions: ‘The other side of nature,’ the phusis that simultaneously both hides and discloses itself. Yet earth spans the real if ghostly Arden of Warwickshire, as well as the type of older ‘green world’ associations of English folklore identified by the critic Northrop Frye (Frye, 1949), rooted in both the mythological ‘Celtic’ Otherworld and the transplanted Desert of early Christian monasticism.

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The integration of the real, imaginary, and symbolic in this mysterious sense of earth echoes the American Pragmatist Charles Peirce’s pioneering work in ecosemiotics. In Peirce’s model, the process of semiosis, or meaning-making (for him a definition of life), could involve a nature-text, an outward-facing triad of sign, environment and meaningful landscape, beyond de Saussure’s more arbitrary and internalized binary of signified and signifier (Maran, 2007). Landscape, as a meaningful symbolic overlay of earth, thus integrated the contexts of reader and author, while relating them directly to text and physical environment. The earth itself then reads as a nature-text, but always beyond our full comprehension, since we ourselves are allegory in the text.

Arden’s ecosemiotics of ‘tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, / sermons in stones, and good in everything’ thus provides context, grounding, and redefinition for Jaques’ famous notion in the play that ‘all the world’s a stage, and all the men and women, merely players’ (Shakespeare, 1992, 2.1.16–17; 2.7.305). Linking that stage to a physical environment offers earth to Orlando not only as ground of humiliation, and not just Jaques’ placeless theater, but as experience of place leading to what deep ecology terms self-realization in the environment of earth. Deleuzean terms take it further into a rhizomic realization. And pre-modern Christian traditions literally and figuratively offer us a vision of the cross between the immanent and the transcendent, the anthropomorphic and the cosmic.

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When the Apollo 8 astronauts looked back on our planet from lunar orbit in 1968 and recited the Creation account from Genesis, they offered perhaps the most famous attempt to subsume ancient traditions of earth into the world of modern technology. But their words still evoked a pre-modern sense of our planet as mystery: ‘In the beginning God made the heavens and the earth.’ In Hebrew, Greek and Latin versions of Genesis 1, the terms used for ‘earth’ integrated meanings of essence and element, a span referenced here in the term ‘Earth.earth.’ Medieval schoolmen later split that relationship, demarcating essence and existence, supernatural versus natural, as if trying to forget the living, integrative metaphor of the earth mother, Gaia, referenced by earlier church fathers.

Earth to the ancients meant a realm including land and sea, ultimately planet and soil, native country and the dust of Genesis, from which humans were energized by God’s breath, pneuma, in Greek meaning wind and spirit, as well as breath. In medieval Greek usage, following the Septuagint γ (from which also developed the root of geology, geometry, geography, and geophilosophy, not to mention Gaia), ‘earth’ metaphorically stood also for the human mind, the realm of material things, the Promised Land, and heaven, following references in Psalms (Lampe, 1961, s.v.).

And the living breath from God in Hebrew and Greek in the clay or dust was related to earth by more than just simple infusion to early exegetes of Genesis. Its pneuma entwined the logoi of the speaking-into-being of Creation, in which logos could mean at once harmony, word, discourse, story, reason, and purpose. The kalos, or goodness, of Creation referenced in the Septuagint Genesis, likewise referred at once to the beautiful and the good, also spanning the physical and the spiritual. A speaking or breathing of harmonies, pre-moderns realized, involved chanting or music. St. Gregory of Nyssa in the fourth century declared ‘the order of the universe is a kind of musical harmony of varied shapes and colors with a certain order and rhythm’ (Gregory of Nyssa, 1999, 27–30). He identified music with the spoken word of God’s Spirit-breath as an essential if dynamic pattern of earth. Music, like a Deleuzean ‘body without organs,’ or colors, as in the early Irish and Native American colors of the winds, span the physical and the spiritual with an energy. The musical description of the logoi echoes this verse from the Wisdom of Solomon: ‘For the elements were changed in themselves by a kind of harmony, like as in a harp notes change the nature of the tune, and yet are always sounds’ (LXX 19:18; emended from Brenton, 1851). St. Basil of Caesarea described the aerial waters and the deeps as both singing hymns of praise to God’s glory – reflecting one another chiastically on the second day of creation, even as man in the image of God in a sense reflects the divine on the sixth day of Creation in Hebrew parallel poetics (Basil of Caesarea, 1999, 71). Music or chanting is a way to indicate the iconographic incarnation of the cosmic logoi in the Creation story, as energy but also as metonymic breath of the Spirit (pneuma), so to speak, the same Spirit that Basil refers to as ‘cherishing’ the waters (using the Syriac version of Genesis), vitalizing seeds of life in the sea as if breathing on them. Man himself is described in corporeal terms as a musical instrument for the nous or energy of the soul/spirit, shaped in the image and likeness of God, the image of God being the Logos in whom man is made. And while articulating a sense of divine logoi as cosmic music, Basil differentiates such cosmic semiosis from the Classical ‘music of the spheres.’ In the latter, to Basil, the human mind dualistically could be considered the objectifying observer-conceptualizer of the music-generating spheres, rather than a liturgical instrument of the very networks of cosmic semiotics that constitute human reason. The latter for him is the dominion of human beings in Paradise over the earth, but in harmonizing semiosis (the making of meaning) rather than arbitrary control. And the human body is not the only participant in that cosmic music of meaning-making. Basil describes the aerial and terrestrial waters as singing hymns, and the Spirit’s cherishing of the waters brings forth life. And humans as cosmic musical instruments interweave color as well as sound in their sub-creation. St. Gregory, associating color with music in describing the cosmic harmonies, evoked hues as virtues, which overlay Creation with layers of incarnational qualities associated with divine likeness (Gregory of Nyssa, 1994, 391).

Earth.earth shares much in common with what could similarly be called Nature.nature. Nature, from the Latin natura, mysteriously means both the essence of something and of all of us, both something enveloping and outside of us, and an organic presence that has emerged naturally through nativity. Similarly, earth apophatically remains both more and less physical than what we mean today by ‘world’ as a globalized human semiosphere, or bubble of meaning. The latter incorporates multitudes of virtual individual Umwelts (the term coined by the Baltic biologist Jakob von Uexküll in the early twentieth century for ‘meaningful environment of an organism’, foundational to biosemiotics). Uexküll, too, heard them singing: ‘The countless Umwelts represent the keyboard upon which nature plays its symphony of meaning…not constrained by space and time. In our lifetime and in our Umwelt we are given the task of constructing a key in nature’s keyboard, over which an invisible hand glides’ (von Uexküll, 1982, 78).

In the semiotics of earth, Umwelts gather into larger semiospheres, including human cultural communities and temporalities (such as overlays of Jewish, Byzantine, Chinese, Julian, and Gregorian calendars sharing the same physical environment). Semiospheres in turn can overlap within ecosemiospheres in eco-regions (such as the peasant-tended wooded meadows of Estonia, Native American-managed prairies of the Upper Midwest, or the urban ecosystems of New York City’s archipelago, celebrated in Mark Helprin’s Winter’s Tale [Helprin, 2005]). Ecosemiospheres overlap in the Earth.earth. But our own poetics don’t often perceive, celebrate, or experience such overlapping realms of meaning. In the twenty-first century we may still occasionally speak in 1960s space-age terms of ‘planet Earth,’ or even more awkwardly, ‘Spaceship Earth.’ But always, as in the iconic Disney nature documentary Earth, our technological outer-space iconography of earth since the 1960s projects a crisp bright mimetic concept from the outside, a machino-morphic ecosystem of quantitative inputs and outputs. This ‘real’ image, now digitalizable between our iPhone fingers and iPad palantiri (similar to what we used to do between our real fingers with the moon in the sky as children, as if the optical-illusion hotdog between digits), spins around in our electronic extensions, only to disappear in technological magic tricks. So too with the Earth.earth, as Stephen Hawking advocates space colonization to save humanity, leaving behind a trashed planet as we search for more galactic landfills. Technology as a philosophy of Creation erases it. But, in the service of a love for Creation (of which the pre-moderns remind us), the same technology (more as personal techné or craft) can help extend our engagement with the Earth.

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Living at a cultural distance from high-tech centers likelier to follow Hawking’s vision of the Singularity, our home lies in the central Susquehanna Valley, which some geologists call one of the oldest valleys on earth, and some political commentators unflatteringly call Pennsyltucky, amid the rolling hills and larger ridges and mini-mountains of the northern Appalachians, itself one of the oldest mountain ranges. The Appalachians formed a modern model for Tolkien’s retro-Middle-earth, Migarr or Middangeard, a northern European medieval image of Earth embraced by the roots and branches of the cosmic tree Yggdrasil linking different worlds. The Susquehanna River survived various types of primordial foldings related to the movement of continents and the swallowing of part of it by the sea into the lost estuary now known as the Chesapeake Bay. The cosmic tree of the Iroquois in this region morphed into the peace tree of Onondaga Lake, now a Superfund Cleanup site. And while there are no millennia-old Sequoia trees in this eco-region, near us grow the old-growth hemlock groves of Tall Timbers nature preserve, once home to the nature writer Euell Gibbons and now a favorite haunt of Amish teens on buggy dates. To enter into it, as we do for Fourth of July church picnics and family hikes, is to experience a real-world green-world peace that evokes Shakespeare’s Arden.Eden in Penn’s Woods. Nearby the renowned trout of Penns Creek run past an old Boy Scout camp (Karoondina, ‘land of shining waters’ in Delaware), still groaning with summer campers. If there are no salmon of wisdom, there are plenty of fly-casting fishermen.

All this, water and worn-down mountains and woods, in a watershed paradoxically worried now both by gas-drilling fracking and declining river towns, is the earth. From the small plot of enclosed land my wife gardens behind our river-view townhouse in ‘downtown’ Lewisburg (population 5620, give or take a few births and deaths since the last census), to the polluted mud deposited by the river outside our door when it floods and turns our neighborhood into a Venetian-like scene, to old oak trees of the grove in the hilly center of the college campus down the street, and into Amish farmland farther west, this all too is the earth.

Traveling out that way to bike and to get to the rural house-chapel we attend in Beavertown (population 870) on Beaver Creek, we skirt horse-drawn carriages as we go up and down through the rich farmland of West Union and Snyder Counties. The late Davy Jones of the Monkees moved to Beavertown, to find refuge from rock n’ roll celebrity, on a horse farm whose landscape undoubtedly reminded him of rolling countrysides in his native Britain. It’s forgiveable to compare the countryside to J.R.R. Tolkien’s Shire as well. Tolkien, enamored of America’s archaic Appalachia while seeking refuge from the mechanized destruction of earth in twentieth-century European warfare, drew on a Kentucky friend’s lore for the Shire as the heartland of his twentieth-century Arden in Middle-earth. Names of Hobbit families, their love of tobacco, and speech and lifestyles, draw on the culture of an Appalachian state.

The Susquehanna in our Appalachian valley remains a sacred river in native tradition, interconnected with all the waters of the world, according to river steward Gere Reisinger, a naturopath of Seneca descent, who keeps watch over the hyper-polluted old industrial and coal region of the Susquehanna’s North Branch, known as the Wyoming Valley (Brubaker, 2002, 68). Mormons also hold sacred the river, where they first began their baptisms, and the watershed offered Edenic refuge too for Slavic Eastern Christians along with their Inferno. Slavic immigrants often died in the mines of its watershed but founded Holy Trinity Monastery, whose grounds at a cypress marsh near Cooperstown dip into the farthest edge of the Susquehanna’s headwaters, appropriately, in Jordanville, NY, named for the sacred river of Israel by now-vanished Baptists there.

The urban archipelago of New York City’s islands (population 8,175,133), or the ‘end’ of the river in the Chesapeake near Annapolis’ historic mini-urbanity, both seem a long way from local frameworks of earth in the mid-Susquehanna Valley, but are only each about 3 hours away by car. The mythical headwaters are more distant, about 4 hours by expressway, less time than it takes earth to flow in the river from the headwaters to our mid-valley confluence of the West and North branches. At the headwaters, Otsego Lake still opens up a clearing in imaginary endless Eastern Woodlands, as it did under its name of Lake Glimmerglass for Hawkeye in James Fenimore Cooper’s legendary green world, and in the pioneering nature writing of his daughter Susan Fenimore Cooper. In summer the pristine green Doubleday field of the Baseball Hall of Fame coexists with the lawn that marks the site of the Cooper manse, a traffic jam of American ‘green world’ mythology where a statue of James Fenimore broods over crowds visiting the baseball museum but not him.

It is all of course both the same and different earth, and Earth, as the overgrown garden that I tended with my grandfather as a boy in a backyard in inner-city Chicago, listening to his memories of growing up on a nearby farm swallowed by the city, fantasizing my own Eden in a raspberry patch amid grids of streets flowing downtown to the Loop from out of Thomas Jefferson’s right-angled head, shooting the occasional rapids of a lost diagonal Indian trail. Chicago’s grid, now featuring sodium streetlights blocking the stars and security cameras focusing us back on ourselves in the self-proclaimed ‘city in a garden,’ like myself, and the Susquehanna Valley, are all earth and the Earth, but different worlds amid it. As in Yggdrasil’s entwinements, the worlds entangle both rhizomically and arboreally, as in the cosmic tree in Genesis, however bifurcated by the objectifying gaze of Adam and Eve.

Martin Heidegger helped apply his friend Werner Heisenberg’s Uncertainty Principle in physics to views of the earth, and while in postwar isolation in a Black Forest cottage helped lay the groundwork for current environmental philosophy, despite his politically reprehensible past. Heidegger described Earth as the region of the withholding of what he termedphusis, the mystery of nature that is not objectively present Being. As environmental philosopher Bruce Foltz glosses Heidegger today, ‘The earth is that whence phusis arises… the closed and self-secluding region that ultimately eluded Greek ontology… Nature as earth is not primarily that “from which” things are made but rather that “whence” self-emerging, self-unfolding, and self-opening arise and “unto which” they recede… The earth allows coming-forth’ (Foltz, 1995, 136).

That ultimately postmodern view of the earth finds suggestive parallels in the ninth-century Periphyseon by the early Irish philosopher John Scotus Eriugena. He defined Nature as both being and non-being, and earth (terra, land or region) as a ‘mystic name’ signifying the restored wholeness of nature, imbued with the divine energies, in theophany or divine manifestation (Eriugena, 1987, 589). ‘Our bodies are placed on this earth or surrounded by this air…bodies within bodies’ like ‘the fish in the sea’ (Eriugena, 1987, 70). His exegesis in his Periphyseon, Book 4, Chapter 4, compares Christ’s Resurrection to a re-synergized ‘earth of nature,’ or ‘His earth,’ uniting earth and Paradise as non-objectified process, in an experiential dialectic of apophasis:Paradise is not a localized or particular piece of woodland on earth, but a spiritual garden sown with the seeds of the virtues and planted in human nature, or, to be more precise, is nothing else but the human substance itself created in the image of God, in which the Tree of Life, that is the Word and wisdom of God, gives fruit to all life; and in the midst of which streams forth the Fountain of all good things, which again is the Divine Wisdom. … In this intelligible Paradise God goes walking. (Eriugena, 1987, 500)

Eriugena throughout the Periphyseon uses the Latin term terra – earth, land, or region – as a mystical name for Creation when experienced in relation with Paradise through the Tree of Life. Terra in its energized (or, as we might term it, non-objectified) state is for him ‘the bliss of eternal life and the stability of the Primordial Causes, from which all things which are have their origin…the fertile soil of the Primordial Causes’ (Eriugena, 1987, 520–521). The primordial causes are Eriugena’s adaptation of the logoi that St. Maximus the Confessor developed as activities of the Logos. In their effects as theophanies, these ‘word-harmonies’ interpenetrate and emerge from the earth. The earth thus functions in a sense as the ultimate Deleuze-Guattarian-style ‘plane of immanence,’ a relational sense of desire as different from Western possessive desire of lack as psychoanalytic models are from the Tao, while also however participating in transcendent meaning.

If earth, like Shakespeare’s Arden, is a palimpsest of layered memories and physicalities, words flickering in and out of metonymy, the divine logoi (or harmonies) are typed in some respects by today’s ecosemiotics. They open a sense of the dominion given unfallen humanity in the earthly garden of Paradise (which, restored, spans the earthly and the heavenly) as reason in the sense of harmony – an experiential semiosis constituting the natural symbolism of the body as described by Maurice Merleau-Ponty (1970). ‘All living things are critics,’ interpreting signs, as Kenneth Burke noted in the opening of his Permanence and Change (Burke, 1984, 1). Modern physics, in notions of the multiverse, quantum entanglements and the anthropic principle, likewise emphasizes potential relationality in the cosmos that turns our abstracting old scientific matrix of sociobiological time on its head. Resulting postmodern notions of temporality and non-temporality oddly remind us of the more ancient and personal senses of Earth.earth as experience.

C.S. Lewis, translating medieval and Renaissance notions of planets into fantasy and science fiction, included in his space trilogy the idea that each planet hosts an embodying spirit, an Oyarsa. Although Earth’s angel is ‘bent,’ a.k.a. Satan, a figure of what in modern terms might be called the objectification of Earth, ‘There is no Oyarsa in Heaven who has not got his representative on Earth,’ explains the hero Ransom (a space-traveling philologist loosely based on Tolkien, in the same way that Tolkien loosely based Treebeard on Lewis). ‘And there is no world where you could not meet a little unfallen partner of our own black Archon, a kind of other self. That is why there was an Italian Saturn as well as a Heavenly one, and a Cretan Jove as well as an Olympian. It was these early wraiths of the high intelligences that men met in old times when they reported that they had seen the gods’ (Lewis, 1996, 313). But if the chief spirit of our objectified ‘silent planet’ was ‘bent,’ a.k.a. the fallen angel, then who is the pre-modern type of Earth.earth, originally good and beautiful? A feminine figure of Mother Earth, in various forms, becomes today reconfigured in the Gaia Hypothesis, as advanced by the late biologist Lynn Margulis among others. The complementarity of biological sex becomes a symbolic reality, subverting social modern constructions of binarized gender and of essentialized/consumerized sexualities, in experience of Earth.

To early medieval Christians, such mystery of a feminine-gendered earth resonated bodily in the figure of the Mother of God, identified in Byzantine hymns as the noetic Paradise, Jacob’s Ladder spanning earth and heaven, containing the Creator in her womb, while contained in God. Luce Irigaray has noted how a double-enfolding landscape of the female body models a landscape in consonance with nature that is both being and non-being, but in personal bodily ways (Casey, 1998, 321–330). Iconography identified the Mother of God with the enclosed garden, the ‘park’ at the root meaning of the biblical word Paradise, the garden and the life-giving stream of Eden, both bride and Mother of God, and in a sense thus transforming the nature of both the human and the divine. In the seventh-century words of St. Andrew of Crete: ‘Conception without seed; nativity past understanding, form a Mother who never knew a man; childbearing undefiled. For the birth of God makes both natures new. Therefore, as Bride and Mother of God, with true worship all generations magnify thee’ (Matthewes-Green, 2006, 179). The Mother of God, at once the Bride of God, turns the sense of Earth.earth inside out. Our sense of both the natures of God and humanity are transformed in that figure of Earth.earth as Mother and Bride of God.

The twentieth-century writer Philip Sherrard, a translator of the collection of patristic writings known as the Philokalia[‘the love of the beautiful’], related the figure of Mary to both the feminine-gendered divine Wisdom or Sophia of theLogos, flowing forth from Paradise, and to Earth.earth:She is Earth as a single immaterial feminine divinity, and she is earth as a manifold, material reality. She is herself the Body of the cosmic Christ, the created matrix in whom the divine Logos eternally takes flesh. She is the bridge that unites God to the world, the world to God, and it is she that bestows on the world its eternal and sacred value. She is the seal of its sacred identity. (Sherrard, 2004, 181)

In medieval cosmology that touches the postmodern but lightly skips across modernity, Mary becomes ‘real symbol’ of Earth.earth spanning Arden.Eden. In her figure the semiotics of life come charged with energy. Thus monasteries became known as the gardens of the Theotokos, and so in the manmade deserts of clear-cut Ethiopian highlands, Google Earth today discloses green groves around ancient churches that guarded and nurtured their trees (like the sacred trees of early Irish monasteries) as living memories of the savanna of Paradise. Such non-modern insights extend social justice to environmental justice, by a realization of ‘our’ supposed objects as indeed numinous gifts shared by us all.

Human song as life mingles with that of birds under the cosmic tree on earth. The logoi or harmonies and purposes of Creation, including ourselves, sing as birds in the branches of the tree of contemplation of the Logos/Harmony, as Maximus put it (Thunberg, 1997, 138–139). Yet the singing or semiosis of the earth calls into question the normality of the discourses of our simulacra worlds of self and society. It engages us with the other as we put on and shed disguises in layers of meaning amid our vanishing Ardens, still personalized in the intersections of time and eternity embodied in the living symbols of trees – medievally the ‘cross’ between the transcendentally semiotic and the immanently incarnational.

Amiens, a courtier-in-exile in As You Like It, thus appropriately put the ambivalent yet beguiling terms of our earthly sojourn into homely song in the twilight borderland of Arden, finished and countered by the self-styled fool Jacques. Very simply, under a cosmic-yet-real tree, the song touches first on the medieval forest of adventure and trans-species harmony, then suggests ascetic sustainability in the greenwood, hinting of post-human futures interweaving categories of human and non-human on earth:

Amiens

Under the greenwood tree
Who loves to lie with me
And turn his merry note
Unto the sweet bird’s throat:
Come hither, come hither, come hither.
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.
Who doth ambition shun
And loves to live i’th’sun
Seeking the food he eats
And pleased with what he gets:
Come hither, come hither, come hither.
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.Jacques:
If it do come to pass
That any man turn ass,
Leaving his wealth and ease,
A stubborn will to please,
Ducdame, ducdame, ducdame:1
Here shall he see
Gross fools as he,
An [if only] he will come to me.
(Shakespeare, 1992, 2.5.302–303)

 

Notes

1 It has been suggested that ‘ducdame’ is a nonsense word, but also could mean ‘lead him to me’ (from Latin), ‘come to me’ (from Welsh), or a Gypsy term to attract customers, meaning ‘I foretell.’ It could also reference a woman (‘dame’) leading a man, which we here could interpret in terms of Mother Earth.

 

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Alfred Kentigern Siewers is an Associate Professor of English and an Affiliated Faculty Member in Environmental Studies at Bucknell University. The essay first appeared in PostMedieval 4.1.He also co-edits the Stories of the Susquehanna Valley.

 

Bhaduriji

 

Phanishwar Nath Renu on Satinath Bhaduri

[HUG translates part of Phanishwar Nath Renu’s reminiscences on Satinath Bhaduri and his times. The original piece appears in Satinath Shawrone (Reminiscing Satinath), edited by Subal Gangopadhaya & compiled by Madhumay Pal in 1972. The work was re-published by Prakash Bhavan in January 2013.]

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Bhaduriji…!

We used to call him Bhaduriji. I mean, we, the boys from Zila Purnea. Not Bhaduri-moshai, or Satuda, nor Comrade Satinath or Bhaduribhai. Simply Bhaduriji. He used to love Purnea more than India. So the context of my knowing him will remain Purnea. My father was a mid-level kisaan in a village nearby, and often he used to get engaged in various land related court cases. So, I used to know the names of all the big and minor wakils of that area—right from the ones seen in the sub-divisional court to those practicing in the zila kachehri. That is how I came to know about the Chhotababu of the Bhaduri household. One day baba took me to his chamber and I was immediately admonished for not touching his feet. It is at that moment that I spotted that all encompassing, winsome smile on Chhotababu’s face: “Good that you have not touched my feet or else I would have ended up cross-examining your baba about this sudden urge to train you in the right etiquettes,” he said.

On the way back baba started telling me about him: “What a man! No pride of learning whatsoever. Does not utter a word more than what is required. The senior wakils at the bar-library would vouch by his legal digests and commentaries. And handwriting? Likhnewale ki ungliya chum lu! And we all knew that Chhotababu was the tennis champion of the Station-Club. And indeed I saw him playing one day—no fanfare, no karamati—Chhotababu returning each serve with effortless ease. And no reaction betrayed on his face, whether he won or lost a point. Such was his focus and nonchalance.

When I was at Biratnagar (Nepal), studying at Krishna Prasad Koirala’s ashram of a school Adarsh Vidyalaya, I received  a letter from Baba: Chhotababu had left wakalati and had joined the Congress, the letter said. He does not stay in his bungalow anymore but lives in an ashram at Tikapatti, a fringe locality. And has started walking barefooted I was stunned for a few hours and began constructing in my mind a certain tapestry: a lonesome itinerant figure with his trademark smile, charkha-jhola-kambal slung on his side, walking down the village path. Unperturbed by fashion and commotion.

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By then I had joined the Student Federation. It was in 1942 that I met Bhaduriji for the second time. This time: at Bhagalpur Central Jail. I could see his smiling visage from a distance among the other time-servers in the Segregation Ward. He had also recognized me instantly: “You, here? Shabbash!” And then without giving me any time, this man of few words, started a rare unwinding. He turned to the assembled political prisoners: “This boy made a fool of the daroga of Farebgunj, do you all know? The daroga and some constables and chowkidars encircled their house, intending to trace the volumes on hanging and sacrifice that appeared in Chand and Hindpanch magazines respectively. They had a search warrant too. And young Renu got hold of a red khaddar gunny-bag and put up this little act as if he was taking off to school. Of course those books were in that bag. The daroga, truth be told, actually did express some suspicion but was fooled by his seemingly innocuous reply.” I became red with embarrassment—that was such an insignificant incident. What a thing to tell in front of such big political leaders! But that little incident broke the ice and instantly made my relationship easy with many prisoners thereafter.

Of course Bhaduriji was one of the star football players in jail and I always witnessed his steely nonchalance on and off the field. One day, after a volleyball match, he quietly asked me: “Don’t you know how to handle the volleyball?  Badminton? Tennis—anything? Why, will your name be stricken off from the Student Federation rosters if you indulge in games and sports?”  I was embarrassed. Actually, he was right. Student leaders would not look too kindly on young boys who would take interest in sports. That was not the ‘political field.’

There were five communal messes in our ward during that period. But Bhaduriji was swapaki—used to cook his own food. There was this man Anath-babu, who ran the mess where I was enrolled. But he used to always admonish me for my tea-drinking sprees.  I believe he had this secret mission of reforming me of this habit. So, he would take half a cup of milk, begin pouring a pale red tea ‘liquor’ over the milk and start his daily rant.  Every single day. Twice. All that I recall of it was tannic acid and tannin and the distortions and contortions of his facial muscles even as he tried to impress upon me my stupidity. One day I had had enough, rushed to Bhaduriji and asked whether he would allow me to have my tea with him. At this, he enquired what was wrong with the mess. I replied pat that Anath-babu and his gang would not allow me my daily dose of tannic acid.  He started chortling. The more I tried to explain that I actually meant ‘flavor,’ the more he would laugh his heart out. “No, no, you are correct,” he said, “But do you know the amount of tannin that a pot of tea contributes gets far outstripped by a tiny piece of betel-nut?” And he stopped himself right there.

Soon, I noticed that those who would lecture us on the side effects of guzzling tea would be the ones who consumed the maximum quantity of betel-nuts. Bhaduriji was trying to show the inconsistency of the health-wallahs—the gap between precept and practice. His tremendous and silent humanism would thus shine forth. Unexpectedly, minimally. That day he had narrated to me stories of some of the most famous tea-drinkers in history and how many cups they would gulp down every day. I still remember Gladstone was one of them. At another time, one of my ‘well-wishers’ complained to Bhaduriji that I had again gotten into the habit of smoking. His reply was typical: “Did Renu ever quit smoking? I always get the faint smell of Abdullah Cigarettes around here. May be he will be dismissed from his party if he quits smoking. How can you engage in red-hot political bahas without a fag?” It is only later, when I was alone with him, that he lightly suggested to me that the ‘sundries allowance’ that we used to get could also be utilized for officially acquiring cheap and proscribed Russian books and not just for buying Abdullah Cigarettes.

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Life in jail is a curious leveler.  You begin to detect the masks among different individuals. Our reverence for many big leaders got a severe jolt within the boundaries of the jail. We were witness to astonishing kinds of deviousness in everyday matters.  Circumstances forced us to become iconoclasts—divesting our consciousness of uncritical hero-worship. In such moments of confusion, it was Bhaduriji who would give us clarity and succor through his tireless, unadorned way of living. I recall that we used to get note-books and pencils in jail and many prisoners started writing. Birendranarayan from Bhagalpur would write plays and inspired other prisoners to act out his scripts. Ranen-babu wrote a short treatise in Hindi: Samajvaad ki Moti Baatein. Our Gandhian Rambahadur-babu composed a complicated chart on austere food habits and titled it Gandhivaadi-Aahar. One day Bhaduriji asked the Jail Superintendent to transfer him to the isolated T-Cells. The Superintendent was very surprised at this strange request. Why would one, on his own accord, wish to live in an isolated cell? What kind of prisoner was this? But some of us decided to join him in those cells soon. It is then that I realized why he was so interested in the T-Cell. It was possibly the best place to read and write, away from the din that marked our diurnal life in prison.  One day I chanced upon his ‘manuscript’—a diary of sorts—and could not stop until I finished the whole thing.  I quickly realized the tremendous literary and social power of this work.  He would underplay it, of course. Divert all discussion to other subjects. But what tremendous grace and fortuitousness: I was the first reader of Jagori!  A curious side-effect followed too: since my reading of the manuscript, I would often see someone in jail and think in my mind: “Babaji, your sketch has been etched right to the last detail in Jagori.” And chuckle.

I had never discussed his manuscript with Bhaduriji, save once, when I blurted out: “Bilu too, could not stand blood,” referring to one of the key figures in his novel through whom a section of that astonishing stream of consciousness meandered. He was silent and I did not press further.  But I could gather that he knew what I meant. Actually, a few days ago, while slicing some bread, he had accidentally cut his finger. The moment he saw the blood oozing, Bhaduriji fell senseless. As he gained consciousness and encountered our puzzled, worried looks, he routinely brushed it off: “Ah, you all carry on with you work. It is nothing. I just can’t stand blood.”

In one of the kavi-sammelans in jail I had decided to recite a rather longish poem of mine. Written in free verse. The poem tried to dramatize what might have gone through Gandhiji’s head  just after Kasturba’s death. I was young and it was a precocious bit of writing. At one point I wrote how Gandhiji was thinking about his first kiss with Kasturba and about such intimate moments spent with her. I was possibly thinking about the most human thing to do after the death of one’s beloved. But it stirred a hornet’s nest. The elderly gandhivaadis called the very thought obscene.  I had to sit down; my recitation unfinished. Saddened, I came back to my cell.  Bhaduriji walked in: “I heard the recitation session was very good today. Now, where is your poem?” When he saw the length and the freedom that I took with the metrical structure, he smiled in exasperation. Then, after giving me a hearing, remarked: “So, what did they say? Gandhiji had never kissed Kasturba?” And continued, “You know what? In the free verse mode there may not be any tuk (rhyme) but never ever forgo taal(rhythm). Those two nurtured taal in their relationship, which the world will little appreciate if it continues to vacantly moralize. And yes, why don’t you try writing stories? You do have a fine sense of the situation and the spread.”

Bhaduriji would maintain a small book rack in his cell which housed sundry novels. But also some English writings of M.N. Roy. Those who were in jail with Bhaduriji during the satyagrahi days in Hazaribag used to tell us that deep down Bhaduriji was a Roy-ist—asl mein woh Roy-ist hain, was the inference. This was a way to suggest that he had dubious loyalties, since during the Great War the Radical Humanists supported the Brits. And this running down the ‘other’ has been a standard, time tested way to prove by implication, how authentically radical one’s own position is, isn’t it? So, when I noticed those books on his rack, I asked him impulsively: “So, you still continue to be a Roy-ist, it seems?” “Of course I am,” he replied, “Have you had the chance to read any of M.N. Roy’s works? Do you comprehend, I mean feel, the dialectical process that you all are taught or is it mostly rote learning as Badrilal seems to practice every morning here? Have you read some of Plato’s dialogues? Or Indian philosophy? Not Upanishad. But say thinking about Nyaya and analytical philosophy—not in a faux comparative framework, which is a lazy endeavor, but in order to truly relate to what you and I have been doing?” That day I realized that he was no ist, save Purnia-ist. This incident reminded me of the lore of how a so-called French scholar had once an audience with Bhaduriji and was trying to give him some high-falutin lecture on French literature. After a while, Bhaduriji sought his permission, got a primer on French language from his home library and smilingly requested him to meet him again once he was done reading it (Those of you who have read Shotti Bhraman Kahini and his essay Madhusudan o La Fontaine will know how deep and subtle his knowledge of the French  language and literature was, though otherwise Bhaduriji was a man firmly grounded in the blood and grime of Purnia). Gentle as he was, Bhaduriji would give no indulgence to inanity and glibness. That is possibly one reason why he could not remain in the arena of public politics.

I remember another incident quite vividly. The jail administration had warned us that we could not celebrate January 26 in any form or manner. A day before, a thorough ‘search’ of our cells took place and sundry national flags, boxes of color, red ink, green and red papers—were all confiscated. The plan was to lock us up on January 26, with a threat that in case we indulge in nara-baazi and so on within our cells, there would be a lathi-charge. The gandhivaadis were against any form of programmatic politics. They argued: since we are locked up, we are now helpless. So, being closeted within the four walls of our cells was a form of protest in itself. The administration was naturally happy with this division of opinion. Anyway, we planned to stick to our program, queued up and started the proceedings with a few choicest slogans. Then we started singing bandemataram. The officer among the warders outside gave a shrill order—we could hear him loud and clear. Hearing the order, the gandhivaadis spread their blankets and began spinning charkhas. Presently, we heard the sound of the warders’ quick-march, approaching and approaching ever closer. At that moment Bhaduriji left his writing desk, came up and took his position right in the front row. He was already hit during the satyagraha days at the Purnia Zila Jail. A black mark on his neck bore the sign of that hit. Standing behind him and watching him sing bandemataram, I was wondering whether the lathi would again fall next to that very spot that day.

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After:

After our release from prison, one day I went to meet Bhaduriji. As I approached the Bhattabazar junction, I spied CID inspector ‘muchhedaar Shukla,’ taking a close look at Bhaduriji’s place. The dreaded Azad Dasta was still quite active in Purnia and it is through them that we came to know about some recent killings of the CID wallahs or about some fresh encounters with the police. But why Bhaduriji—he was a pure ahimsak?  And then I recalled that indeed he was one ahimsak who was marked X in jail. The charge against the gandhivaadi Y detainee was “that he was trying to overthrow the government.” And against the left-winger: “that he was trying to overthrow the government by means of terror and violence.” So, I gathered that the X mark was haunting him even outside of the jail. When I reached his place I appreciated the context better. Kuldeep Jha, the secretary of Azad Dasta, had come to meet Bhaduriji the night before and could not take off. He was sleeping peacefully, under mosquito net and all, in one of the basement rooms. When I informed Bhaduriji about the khufia activity, he did not seem to be very bothered.

The Congress was still an illegal association. District level Congress workers would meet periodically to discuss issues related to the Kasturba Memorial Fund. The first of these meetings took place at Bhaduriji’s place. I was present. At that meeting a few Congress workers suggested the publication of a parcha (handbill) to expose, and caution the people about,  the Jan Dasta methods of looting and extortion. Bhaduriji had found this proposal ridiculous and opposed it by making the point that even if it were to be true, this kind of a handbill would  merely help the police. The ones proposing the publication actually nurse a  hidden agenda, to be in the district administration’s nek-nazar. Those who proposed the handbill did not expect such a sharp intervention at all. I laughed my heart out. A few months later there was government decree to all kisaans and shop-owners to contribute money to the National War Fund. This was forcible extortion by the government. People started selling off land and cattle, jewelry and utensils in order to get hold of the amount fixed by the officials by the appointed date. The whole district was suffering, seething silently. The Congressi-babus had just come out of jail and so did not want to expose themselves immediately to this freshly brewing issue. At that point one day, in many leading newspapers, a long letter got published—a letter full of teeming satire, on the pure extortionist techniques that the government had adopted. The District Magistrate was livid and fuming  and immediately sent off a Show Cause Notice to Bhaduriji. We had a merry laugh and argued about its Hindi equivalent: kaaran bataao or dikhaao wajah—what could be more appropriate? But as Bhaduriji began to think of a suitable reply, the DM sent him a letter of apology. We came to know that the Judicial Secretary from Patna had sent a strong memo to the DM, asking him to rescind the charge against Bhaduriji. Thereafter this War Fund tamasha also stopped.

Meanwhile Jagori saw the light of the day—finally, after a few rejections! Some wonderful reviews followed. Awards too. But Bhaduriji was by then an itinerant journeyman. He had quit the Congress in 1947. He had briefly joined our party—C.S.P., but also quit it pretty soon since he realized that not unlike the Congress party—some Zamindar scions actually ran the party. He had no business in raj-kaaj (governance of the new nation) as he used to say. At that point I had also quit the party.  I recall a funny incident of that period. We were all travelling from village to village working for the Party and decided to stay over in a village close to River Parman on a particular night. The comrade who was from that part of the district promised us fish for dinner. So, as we approached the river-ghaat and as the comrade began calling out the names of the local fishermen, to our utter surprise we sighted the fishermen running helter-skelter. The comrade raised his voice further.  More running ensued. Bhaduriji got it. He started cackling: “Arre, first get rid of the red socialist headgear of yours. The poor men are sanguine that we are the police.”

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“You have seen enough Renu. Start chronicling. Via the inner you. The words and feelings that are hidden within you. Unbind them. Let the world know and feel with you,” he told me one day.  I had by then published about a dozen short stories in the magazine Vishwamitra, published from Calcutta. But could not muster the courage to write a novel. Maila Anchal was published in 1954. The day I got hold of my writer’s copy, I ran down the streets, straight to him.  I knew he was so happy and proud for me. Meanwhile, a few local Hindi writers spread the canard that my book was a copy of Bhaduriji’s Dhorai Charit Manas. Om Prakash, the proprietor of Rajkamal Prakashan wrote a letter to Bhaduriji and enquired about the matter. Bhaduriji’s reply was characteristic: “I am sure you have a couple of Hindi writers who are also adept in Bangla. Please ask them to read both the works. Renu has seen life in his own terms; he has evolved by developing his own resources and philosophy.” And told me: “Now you are an ‘all-Hindi figure’; these things are a natural corollary. The more well known you will become, the more you will witness the stingy-ness of soul. Don’t let that deter you. You have seen far sterner stuff. The world awaits you—sundry naysayers hardly matter. Just keep on writing.” For the muharat of Teesri Kasam, both Basu Bhattacharya and Basu Chatterjee came down to Purnia and they wanted Bhaduriji to hold the clap-stick. I was horrified, knowing his doubts about certain Hindi films. But he acquiesced, quite willingly, in fact.

It is impossible to write about our association and the days we lived in one short piece. I have barely narrated some disjointed incidents. Bhaduriji was such an accessible man. One who never ever gave priority to disinterested intellect, though he was the foremost writer-activist-intellectual of our time.  It would be apposite to end this tribute with a couple of lines from his Shotti Bhraman Kahini: “To be ordinary is the real blossoming, the fulfillment of human identity. Extra-ordinariness is a long-nosed caricature of that self. When our sensual soul is no more, we call it thoughtful mind. The limbs of the dead frog dazzle everyone in the frothy brightness.”

 

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