Robert Sheehan reads Chinese dissident-poet’s letter from prison.

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Robert Sheehan reads Chinese dissident-poet’s letter from prison.
Only twice has a Nobel peace laureate died in state custody. The first time was in 1938, when German pacifist Carl von Ossietzky died in Ber
[Many] critics in the Chinese diaspora [including myself] … are deeply confused by others who ask, at the end of long procedures of interpretive insight and readerly care, what good these procedures do if they don’t lead to direct political action. It’s a jarring question for people who have experienced politics as harm. Putting action downstream of literature vexes even those committed to revolutionary futures who believe that the transformative power of literature grows in relation to its indeterminacy — the when, where, and how of transformation. Whether this belief comes from systematic training or from habit and instinct, I and others with similar cultural backgrounds see in literary criticism a preclusive function as much as an enabling one. One version of this belief is that literary criticism occupies readers in proportion to the difficulty of the object of study and thus potentially keeps these same readers from either experiencing or committing harm. Another version of this belief is that the study of literature offers you many chances to trace causality, many chances to precisely understand the forces that compel and trap us so as to recognize them when they come again. Against the accusation of uselessness literary criticism can claim to teach the skill of inferential deduction: What had to happen for this kind of thought to be possible? What has to be true so that this other thing can be true? In the existence of accurate discernment we can deduce a certain amount of justice in the world, configured even if briefly to allow felicitous discernment to take place. The person who practices discernment will not find that it translates into a normative ethics, a prescription for what one ought to do or how one ought to live, but they may learn over and over again that under certain conditions everyone has recourse to it. To practice discernment is free, in the sense that the late Nobel laureate Liu Xiaobo meant it in his 1988 PhD dissertation “Aesthetics and Human Freedom.” Liu, a literary critic of international renown before his longer stint, beginning in 1989, as a human rights activist, served four prison terms in China, totaling seventeen years, for his role in the Tiananmen Square protests and the Charter 08 movement; he was still in custody when he died in 2017. The untranslated “Aesthetics and Human Freedom” expresses an idea that has long linked Chinese human rights activism to autonomous literary criticism: aesthetics means the free exercise of objective judgment on subjective experiences, which are necessarily finite. … [Literary critical disambiguation] stops short of enactment in real life, where a person can be subject to punishment or disciplinary action. It’s not that discernment makes no difference in literary critical writing, or makes nothing happen, it’s that whatever cashing in can be done of this discernment has already been done, and that literature, and literary criticism, is it. The net effect of these acts of attentive, intelligent reading might be politically quietist, in the sense that Hannah Arendt describes in “Thinking and Moral Considerations.” Arendt’s startling insight in this lecture is that the ethics of thinking — What good does thinking do? Does it engender righteous action? — remains unintelligible and, in a way, irrelevant, until we are tested by circumstance. The “faculty of judgment,” which is itself liberated by thinking, “may indeed prevent catastrophes, at least for [herself], in the rare moments when the chips are down.” When the social order remains intact, “thinking as such does society little good. It does not create values, it will not find out, once and for all, what ‘the good’ is, and it does not confirm but rather dissolves accepted rules of conduct.” Imminent harm changes its valence: “When everybody is swept away unthinkingly by what everybody else does and believes in, those who think are drawn out of hiding because their refusal to join is conspicuous and thereby becomes a kind of action.” Accordingly, the procedures of discernment and judgment have no natural alliance to social order or to politics, which itself has no natural alliance to the good. Let me then extend the same logic to similar procedures found in literature and used by literary criticism. When the chips are down, these tools are useful for recognizing, at the bare minimum, what is being done to you, and to those around you, as it’s being done. It may even, as Arendt suggests, hold off catastrophes, at least for a little longer.
Nan Z. Da, “Disambiguation, A Tragedy,” n+1, issue 38 (x)
(Again, I have qualms with many of these points, but I’m chewing on them)
Una lettera mi basta per andare oltre e trovarmi a parlare con te proprio come il vento che attraversa la notte e usa il suo sangue per scrivere un verso segreto che mi ricorda che ogni parola è l’ultima il ghiaccio che hai nel corpo si scioglie in una leggenda di fuoco negli occhi del carnefice l’ira diventa pietra due file di sbarre di ferro inaspettatamente si sovrappongono falene sbattono forte le ali verso la luce della lampada, segno incessante che disegna la tua ombra
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Prominent dissident Liu Xiaobo, the only Chinese citizen ever to be awarded a Nobel Prize while still residing in China, has died at age 61. Liu died Thursday while on medical parole in northeastern China's Shenyang city, where he was being treated for liver cancer. He was serving an 11-year prison sentence for trying to overthrow the government.
By the time Liu, a scholar and human rights advocate, was diagnosed in late May, his liver cancer was already in its late stages. Chinese authorities released video footage intended to show that Liu had been receiving good medical care, and they invited U.S. and German doctors to treat him. But Beijing rejected calls to allow him to seek treatment overseas.
Liu's biographer and friend, the U.S.-based dissident Yu Jie, believes that China's government had a motive to withhold or delay treatment: It feared the consequences of Liu getting out of prison alive.
Chinese Nobel Peace Laureate And Human Rights Advocate Liu Xiaobo Dies
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A Little Incite On My College Experience
Today my professor had to leave the class for a minute because we were discussing an article written by Liu Xiaobo. In this article he discusses sex and the boom of its culture in China.
One particular section was making a comment on erotic writing, rather, sex writing. So of course, we were attempting to inform our professor, sweet sweet old German lady, on comparisons within pop culture.
Of course 50 Shades of Grey was mentioned. But this didn't quite fit. 50 Shades had too much story to it for it to be on par with sex writing.
I, with my big ass Venti Cinnamon Dolce Latte in hand, hat pulled low over my eyes, because I've got a bitch of a migraine, and just woke from a nap, look up and catch my professors eyes. Dead faced, as I am inside, voice deeper than my typical cartoon tone, no emotion in any sense within my body, I say, "It's basically Porn without Plot," a term I have garnered from Tumblr and AO3.
She loses it. Dissolves into laughter. This is not our first conversation gone awry within this class. We have discussed the intricacies of Sausage Party and it's commentary on Religion and Politics, we have covered 50 Shades and how our one male in the class all went with his guy friends on opening night and yet only 2 of the girls in our class had ever seen it.
But this was the first instance where she had to leave the class due to inability to handle us anymore. She was unable to continue and needed to remove herself from the situation.
This my friends, is my second time breaking my professor. She taught my very first English course I have taken in college, and she is now teaching me the one that will give me the right to graduate with a Degree in English Literature. In both classes, My small phrases have forced her to leave the room.
I am glad, that I will be leaving this school with a legacy.