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“as romantic as pacifism is these days I dream of dictators falling head first into karma and forget to be afraid.”
It is always possible to say, “Oh, some violence was done to me, and this gives me full permission to act under the sign of ‘self-defense.’” Many atrocities are committed under the sign of “self-defense” that, precisely because it achieves a permanent moral justification for retaliation, knows no end and can have no end. Such a strategy has developed an infinite way to rename its aggression as suffering and so provides an infinite justification for its aggression. Or it is possible to say that “I” or “we” have brought this violence upon ourselves, and thus to account for it by recourse to our deeds, as if we believed in their omnipotence, believed that our own deeds are the cause of all possible effects. Indeed, guilt of this sort exacerbates our sense of omnipotence, sometimes under the very sign of its critique. Violence is neither a just punishment we suffer nor a just revenge for what we suffer. It delineates a physical vulnerability from which we cannot slip away, which we cannot finally resolves in the name of the subject, but which an provide a way to understand that none of us is fully bounded, utterly separate, but, rather, we are in our skins, given over, in each other’s hands, at each other’s mercy. This is a situation we do not choose. It forms the horizon of choice, and it grounds our responsibility. In this sense, we are not responsible for it, but it creates the conditions under which we assume responsibility. We did not create it, and therefore it is what we must heed.
Judith Butler, Giving an Account of Oneself, "Responsibility" p.100-101
Conversation in Crisis I speak to you as a friend speaks or a true lover not out of friendship or love but for a clear meeting of self upon self in sight of our hearth but without fire. I cherish your words that ring like late summer thunders to sing without octave and fade, having spoken the season. But i hear the false heat of this voice as it drives up the sides of your words coaxing melodies from your tongue and this curled music is treason. Must I die in your fever as the flames wax take cover in your heart's culverts crouched like a stranger under the scorched leaves of your other burnt loves until the storm passes over?
Audre Lorde, 1962. Undersong 25.
Echo I hear myself drought caught pleading a windy cause dry as the earth without rain crying love in a tongue of false thunder while my love waits a seeded trap in the door of my house a mouth full of perfect teeth sure of their strength upon bone waits to swallow me whole and pass me as echoes of shadowless laughter. Quiet love hangs in the door of my house a sheet of brick-caught silk rent in the sun.
Audre Lorde, 1958. Undersong 13.
The Maiden Once I was immortal beside an ocean having the names of night and the first men came with a sledge of fire driving the sun. I was brought forth in the moonpit of a virgin condemned to light to a dry world's endless mornings sweeping the moon away and whenever I fled seeking some new road home morning had fingered the harrowing rivers to nest in the dried-out sparkling bed of my mother's sea. Time drove the moon down to crescent and they found me mortal beside a moon's crater mouthing the ocean names of night.
Audre Lorde, 1958. Undersong 12.
Adorno...prefers the term morality...and insists that any set of maxims or rules must be appropriable by individuals 'in a living way.' Whereas one might reserve ethics for the broad contours of these rules and maxims, or for the relation between selves that is implied by such rules, Adorno insists that an ethical norm that fails to offer a way to live or that turns out, within existing social conditions, to be impossible to appropriate has to become subject to critical revision. If it ignores the existing social conditions, which are also the conditions under which any ethics might be appropriated, that ethos becomes violent...This does not mean that universality is by definition violent. It is not. But there are conditions under which it can exercise violence. Adorno helps us to understand that its violence consists in part of its indifference to the social conditions under which a living appropriation might become possible. If no living appropriation is possible, then it would seem to follow that the precept can be undergone only as a deathly thing, a suffering imposed from an indifferent outside at the expense of freedom and particularity.
Judith Butler, Giving an Account of Oneself, 6-7.
The capacity to be alone is the capacity to love. It may look paradoxical to you, but it is not. It is an existential truth: only those people who are capable of being alone are capable of love, of sharing, of going into the deepest core of another person--without possessing the other, without becoming dependent upon the other, without reducing the other to a thing, and without becoming addicted to the other.
Osho
On Hedonism Beauty makes me hopeless. I don't care why anymore I just want to get away. When I look at the city of Paris I long to wrap my legs around it. When I watch you dancing there is a heartless immensity like a sailor in a dead-calm sea. Desires as round as peaches bloom in me all night, I no longer gather what falls.
Anne Carson
Desert Town When the sage came back in. From the desert. He propped up the disciples again like sparrows. On a clothesline. Some had fallen into despair this puzzled him. In the desert. Where he baked his heart. Were no shadows no up and down to remind him. How they depended on him a boy died. In his arms. It is very expensive he thought. To come back. He began to conform. To the cutting away ways. Of this world a fire was roaring up. Inside him his bones by now liquid and he saw. Ahead of him. Waiting nothing else. Waiting itself.
Anne Carson
I fancy that many men would have arrived at wisdom had they not fancied that they had already arrived, if they had not purposely deceived themselves about certain traits in their character, and passed by others with their eyes shut.
Serenus, De tranquillitate animi (On the Tranquility of the Mind). From Foucault, Fearless Speech, 157 (via elizaconner)
Cultivating an instinctual basis for freedom is about identifying the longing that already exists--however muted or marginal or extreme--and turning these longings into vital needs, into things that we cannot and will no longer live without. Cultivating an instinctual basis for freedom is about acquiring the sensual knowledge that our survival depends on sacrificing only what is blocking the satisfaction of those vital needs, without which we would otherwise fall apart. Cultivating an instinctual basis for freedom is about being obstinate that survival is a condition which does not exist when it is obtained at the expense of the suffering of otherse. Cultivating an instinctual basis for freedom is about cultivating an individual and collective indifference to all the promises of happiness, worth, and freedom that deliver their opposites or morally degraded versions of themselves. Cultivating an instinvtual basis for freedom is about creating a solidarity in which 'consciousness of...the heritage of oppression' is accompanied by 'understanding' and 'tenderness towards each other.' Cultivating an instinctual basis for freedom is about the 'ingression of the future into the present.'
Avery F. Gordon, <em> Keeping Good Time: Reflections on Knowledge, Power and People </em> 125
Why must the preying lion become a child? The child is innocence and forgetting, a new beginning, a game, a self-propelled wheel, a first movement, a sacred 'Yes.' For the game of creation...a sacred 'Yes' is needed...
Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra 27
To create new values--that even the lion cannot do; but the creation of freedom for oneself for new creation--that is within the power of the lion. The creation of freedom for oneself and a sacred "No" even to duty--for that, my brothers, the lion is needd. To assume the right to ne wvalues--that is the most terrifying assumption for a reverent spirit that would bear much. Verily, to him it is preying, and a matter for a beast of prey. He once loved "thou shalt" as most sacred: now he must find illusion and caprice even in the most sacred, that freedom from his love may become his prey: the lion is needed for such prey.
Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra 27