April 2007

Robinson’s paradox, permanent revolution, Deleuze’s politics, the empty square: excerpted from The Logic of Sense

It is obvious that Robinson, on his desert island, could reconstruct an analogue of society only by giving himself, all at once, all the rules and laws which are reciprocally implicated, even when they still have no objects. The conquest of nature is, on the contrary, progressive, partial, and advances step by step. Any society whatsoever has all of its rules at once – juridical, religious, political, economic; laws governing love and labour, kinship and marriage, servitude and freedom, life and death. But the conquest of nature, without which it would no longer be a society, is achieved progressively, from one source of energy to another, from one object to another. This is why law weighs with all its might, even before its object is known, and without ever its object becoming exactly known. It is this disequilibrium that makes revolutions possible. It is not at all the case that revolutions are determined by technical progress. Rather, they are made possible by this gap between the two series, which solicits realignments of the economic and political totality in relation to the parts of the technical progress. There are therefore two errors which in truth are one and the same: the error of reformism or technocracy, which aspires to promote or impose partial arrangements of social relations according to the rhythm of technical achievements; and the error of totalitarianism, which aspires to constitute a totalisation of the signifiable and the known, according to the rhythm of the social totality existing at a given moment. The technocrat is the natural friend of the dictator – computers and dictatorship; but the revolutionary lives in the gap which separates technical progress from social totality, and inscribes there his dream of permanent revolution. This dream, therefore, is itself action, reality, and an effective menace to all established order; it renders possible what it dreams about.

Let us return to Levi-Strauss’s paradox: two series being given, signifying and signified, there is a natural excess of the signifying series and a natural lack of the signified series. There is, necessarily, a "floating signifier, which is the servitude of all finite thought, but also the promise of all art, all poetry, all mythic and aesthetic invention." We would like to add that it is the promise of all revolutions. And then there is on the other side a kind of floated signifier, given by the signifier "without being thereby known," without being thereby assigned or realised. Levi-Strauss proposes to interpret in this way the words "gadget" or "what-not," "something," "aliquid," but also the famous "mana" (or, yet again, "it" [ca]). This is a value "in itself void of sense and thus susceptible of taking on any sense, whose unique funciton would be to fill the gap between the signifier and signified." "It is a symbolic value zero, that is, a sign marking the necessity of a symbolic content supplementary to that which already charges the signified, but able to take any value whatsoever, on the condition that it belong to the available reserve … " It is necessary to understand that the two series are marked, one by excess, the other by lack, and that the two determinations are interchanged without ever reaching equilibrium. What is in excess in the signifying series is literally an empty square and an always displaced place without an occupant. What is lacking in the signified series is a supernumerary and non-stiuated given – an unknown, an occupant without a place, something always displaced. These are two sides of the same thing – two uneven sides – by means of which the series communicate without losing their difference. It is the adventure in the Sheep’s shop or the story that the esoteric word narrates.

We may, perhaps, determine certain minimal conditions for a structure in general: 1) There must be at least two heterogeneous series, one of which shall be determined as "signifying" and the other as "signified" (a single series never suffices to form a structure.). 2) Each of these series is constituted by terms which exist only through the relations they maintain with one another. To these relations, or rather to the values of these relations, there correspond very particular events, that is, singularities which are assignable within the structure. The situation is very similar to that of differential calculus, where the distributions of singular points correspond to the values of differential relations. For example, the differential relations among phonemes assign singularities within language, in the "vicinity" of which the sonorities and significations characteristic of the language are constituted. Moreover, it seems that the singularities attached to a series determine in a complex manner the terms of the other series. In any case, a structure includes two distributions of singular points corresponding to the base series. And for this reason, it is imprecise to oppose structure and even: the structure includes a register of ideal events, that is, an entire history internal to it (for example, if the series include "characters," it is a history which connects all of the singular points corresponding to the positions of the characters relative to one another in the two series). 3) The two heterogeneous series converge toward a paradoxical element, which is their "differentiator." This is the principle of the emission of singularities. This element belongs to no series; or rather, it belongs to both series at once and never ceases to circulate throughout them. It has therefore the property of always being displaced in relation to itself, of "being absent from its own place," its own identity, its own resemblance, and its own equilibrium. It appears in one of the series as an excess, but only on the condition that it would appear at the same time in the other as a lack. But if it is in excess in the one, it is only as a supernumerary pawn or an occupant without a compartment. It is both word and object at once: an esoteric word and exoteric object.

It has the function of articulating the two series to one another, of reflecting them in one another, of making them communicate, coexist, and be ramified. Again, it has the function of joining the singularities which correspond to the two series in a "tangled tale," of assuring the passage from distribution of singularities to the next. In short, it has the function of bringing about the distribution of singular points; of determining as signifying the series in which it appears in excess, and, as signified, the series in which it appears correlatively as lacking and, above all, of assuring the bestowal of sense in both signifying and signified series. For sense is not to be confused with signification; it is rather what is attributed in such a way that it determines both the signifier and the signified as such. We can conclude from this that there is no structure without series, without relations between the terms of each series, or without singular points corresponding to these relations. But above all, we can conclude that there is no structure without the empty square, which makes everything function.

– Gilles Deleuze, The Logic of Sense, trans. Mark Lester, Continuum, London, 2004, pp. 58-61

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osterlicht, auckland


– photograph by Jo Larkin, rm. 3104, 2007

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human media: excerpts from Life During Wartime

The pucker of an old bullet wound on her right shoulder. … She wasn’t attractive, but she was plain in the way history is plain, its contrivance lending the world a symmetry that implies hidden beauty; and it seemed to him that her impassivity was symptomatic of the quiet confidence with which beauty confronts the world. … the scars bore this out. … To fuck history, do it doggy-style, kneeling and balls-deep in history’s meat, overlooking its scarred plain … Fucking the history of rebellion, of the Army of the Poor, of brutalised peasants and Indians. … he pictured himself on a movie poster, MINGOLLA in flaming letters, his figure towering above burning villages and screaming hordes… Then he saw it from another viewpoint. Saw himself sneaking along a corpse-choked alley, hunting for a victim. He couldn’t understand how he had come to this pass …

– Lucius Shepard, Life During Wartime, Gollancz, London, 2006 (first published 1987), pp. 144-146

You didn’t need much of a reason for love … And it might be that lack of knowledge was a stimulant to emotion, that things were most alluring when they were not quite real …

the crickets and frogs with glowing eyes, the red-skulled monkeys with vibratory tongues, the black magic birds with tympani beaks … she would tune in to what they were saying separately and unanimously, saying in music, saying in code, in clicks and squeals and arcs of iridescent noise. There is no reason There is no reason There is no reason, and she would be mesmerised, and she would understand, and she would give up her fear.

– Lucius Shepard, Life During Wartime, pp. 224-225

His heart felt lumpy, made of something disgusting and oily like lard.

– Lucius Shepard, Life During Wartime, p. 369

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connecting point to point by minimum surface area, three bubbles joined, after Joseph Plateau: reality, justice & freedom


– photo shot in Costa Rica by Skot.

Gilles Deleuze’s sport of choice was surfing, wrote Slavoj Zizek, typically, ironically.

Soap is a surfactant.

Asked what he thought about terrorists, Kurt Vonnegut answered, They are very brave.

see page RJF project & ff.

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Kurt Vonnegut, 11/11/1922-11/4/2007

What part of America is dead?

Only the part that makes no claim on heaven
Is dead,
And if part of you is dead, How do you go on

Living?
War is disease, Love is conducted
Like warfare. Business extends war into

It, Love. And Art has always been a fight.
Kurt Vonnegut died last week, on Thursday.
Like a mosquito.

He said, I’m an old man now. But he said it
About what he felt when young he leant
His head against a tree to rest standing

Up, they were on the run through snow,
They had no weapons, it was possibly a birch
Tree, but do you rest your forehead on the cold

Bark, snow all around, or the back of your head,
And shut your eyes? And He could see everything. That’s
How crazy I am! He said. That was going to happen.

See? "I am" – the present, old or young. You have
To be patient, he replied to a young woman with
Large brown eyes, who’d never seen a dead

Body. Yes, he took her by the shoulders and,
He said, made a pause and looking deep
Into her eyes, he said …

We count time. We generally pay on time.
We play for time. We space time, insofar as
Time is our spacing. But we know nothing about it.

Everything … But I don’t think we do .
We are bugs here in the present, in amber. So
It goes, it goes like that. You write

For immature people who perhaps felt like you
When you lean your head and the Tree sees everything
For you and you, for your part, are first old, crazy

Then die young enough, with a young man on your back,
Like a centipede,
Sane, to despise the fact that George W. Bush can stand

Up and proudly say, I’m a war President, which
Is like saying, I’m a Syphilis president. War
Is the worst disease

On the planet.

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Noho ora mai ra


– photograph by Sam Hartnett, 2007

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A dream dreamt in a dreaming world is not really a dream, says classical Chinese wisdom, but a dream not dreamt is.

– Anne Carson in "The Anthopology of Water" (Plainwater, Vintage, USA, 2000, p. 236)

New Zealanders are dreaming … of arriving.

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