The society of control never leaves anything alone for very long. Whereas, in the disciplinary mode, trust was placed in the institutions of discipline (the university, for instance), now those institutions are crumbling around a let's-keep-each-other-in-the-loop lack of trust, masquerading as transparency, openness, accountability, and downright sincerity.
A voracious culture of auditing has been with us for some time now, in which a worker in one of the institutions of discipline (the university, for instance) has been required to submit, at least three times already in this academic year, details of her qualifications, teaching, and research...each time in a format sufficiently different to prevent the possibility of cut-and-paste.
But this kind of auditing, which can seem sufficiently authoritarian to appear as a natural extension of the disciplinary mode rather than its demise, is now gradually softening its expression, relaxing its muscles, exchanging work clothes for a 'one-sie', and sending around an email asking you to name your favourite ice-cream and to submit a fun photo of yourself (a baby-photo, for instance). Non-stop inertia just came out as non-stop inanity.
But, for all its 'uggs' and foolish smiles, for all its text-speak and first-name calling, the control-machine is no less complex than the disciplinary. In former times, the mode whereby our subjection to power was bearable was as an expression of our inner, true self: I was made for being a teacher. The structure of this bearableness was taken from the societies of sovereignty that preceded the disciplinary style, in which, so long as one was out from under the yolk of the law - so long as one was thinking and acting for oneself - one was free. In the discplinary mode, it was precisely when one was acting thinking and acting for oneself that one was subjected - but the disciplinary mode flourished because thinking and acting for oneself felt like freedom!
Now, think of this: The request for the name of your favourite ice-cream and for a picture of you as a baby is made, and is supposed to be felt, as if it is a great and unusual concession on your part to provide such a thing - there is an amusing frisson of transgression - How funny and intriguing, the teacher likes cookie-dough flavour! But this frisson is only the way in which control is bearable, for the idea of 'the teacher' is a disciplinary one, already thoroughly anachronistic. No-one, now, is above naming their favourite ice-cream and showing their baby-photo - control is a great leveller in this regard. But this situation is acceptable to us to the extent that it feels that, in naming our favourite ice-cream and showing our baby-photo, we are making a grand exception, just this once, and coming down to the level of the 'common man'. Inanity is beneath noone now. It is, rather, our basic and ongoing condition, which is made endurable because it feels like a fun exception to the rule.
Life Unfurnished
Friday, 10 May 2013
Friday, 12 April 2013
No Such Thing as Society; No Such Thing as the Self
Margaret Thatcher famously claimed that 'there is no such thing as society,' and those on the Left, rightly, regret the gradual and continuing unravelling in our times, of the ties that used to bind us together: where we lived, how we lived, what we worked at, who we knew, what we hoped and believed...In the wake of Thatcher's passing, those with sense and courage enough to speak out are giving expression to this regret, describing the greedy individualism, the elbows-and-knees selfishness, that they believe to have resulted from neoliberal capitalism's unrelenting assault on the social fabric; see Polly Toynbee on BBC's Question Time last night, or Glenda Jackson's speech to the House of Commons on Wednesday. But this regret, admirable though it may be, is mistaken. For Margaret Thatcher's politics destroyed, not just the forces that bound us together, but also those that made us stand apart: if there is no such thing as society, then there is no such thing as the self; selfishness and individualism are, in fact, no longer possible.
Like society as we know it, the self was a disciplinary phenomenon: constituted by a range of identifications that worked to individualize as they worked to normalize. In becoming a nurse (really becoming one, in that transformative manner that is no longer possible under the pile of paperwork that dominates the job), one was both subject to the norms of the profession and defined by those norms in a manner that contributed to who one was. And, since one was never only a nurse, but also lower-middle-class, urban, a mother, Catholic, and so on and so on, one was entered into the endless discrete networks that went both to bind one into society and to isolate one as an individual in one's own right. There were millions like you, but you were like nobody else in the world. Dissolving the identifications that constituted society, then, simultaneously dissolves the identifications that constituted the self.
It is crucial that we realize this, for, as things stand, the notion that individualism is still possible is one of the most powerful fictions of our time, the very mode whereby we find our situation tolerable. We may express dismay at the extent to which society has broken up into loose networks of individuals, but we feel comforted too at the liberatory potential of a force of individualism, a core of self, that is our ground zero, the mode of being below which we will not stoop. In his otherwise enlightening The Enigma of Capital, David Harvey describes as one of the necessaries, but also one of the few remaining blockages, to the flow of capital, 'the sovereign individual,' whose 'freedom' generates the entrepreneurial activities upon which capitalism thrives but whose deeper identifications 'are perpetually at odds with the crass commercialisms' of the markets. But 'the sovereign individual' is the blight and the comfort of an era that is no longer ours. If Foucault observed that we required, in disciplinary times, to cut off the head of the king (for the king was, in those times, an anachronism), then we are required, in these times, to cut off the head of the individual (for the individual is, in these times, an anachronism).
There is, now, no such thing as society, only the most precarious of bonds forged in opportunism and cynicism; and there is, now, no such thing as the self, only the most passing and changeful of identifications rooted in low-lying fear and an empty nostalgia for belonging. But one thing does remain: insofar as a single person can be responsible for such an epochal falling off, Margaret Thatcher is that person.
Like society as we know it, the self was a disciplinary phenomenon: constituted by a range of identifications that worked to individualize as they worked to normalize. In becoming a nurse (really becoming one, in that transformative manner that is no longer possible under the pile of paperwork that dominates the job), one was both subject to the norms of the profession and defined by those norms in a manner that contributed to who one was. And, since one was never only a nurse, but also lower-middle-class, urban, a mother, Catholic, and so on and so on, one was entered into the endless discrete networks that went both to bind one into society and to isolate one as an individual in one's own right. There were millions like you, but you were like nobody else in the world. Dissolving the identifications that constituted society, then, simultaneously dissolves the identifications that constituted the self.
It is crucial that we realize this, for, as things stand, the notion that individualism is still possible is one of the most powerful fictions of our time, the very mode whereby we find our situation tolerable. We may express dismay at the extent to which society has broken up into loose networks of individuals, but we feel comforted too at the liberatory potential of a force of individualism, a core of self, that is our ground zero, the mode of being below which we will not stoop. In his otherwise enlightening The Enigma of Capital, David Harvey describes as one of the necessaries, but also one of the few remaining blockages, to the flow of capital, 'the sovereign individual,' whose 'freedom' generates the entrepreneurial activities upon which capitalism thrives but whose deeper identifications 'are perpetually at odds with the crass commercialisms' of the markets. But 'the sovereign individual' is the blight and the comfort of an era that is no longer ours. If Foucault observed that we required, in disciplinary times, to cut off the head of the king (for the king was, in those times, an anachronism), then we are required, in these times, to cut off the head of the individual (for the individual is, in these times, an anachronism).
There is, now, no such thing as society, only the most precarious of bonds forged in opportunism and cynicism; and there is, now, no such thing as the self, only the most passing and changeful of identifications rooted in low-lying fear and an empty nostalgia for belonging. But one thing does remain: insofar as a single person can be responsible for such an epochal falling off, Margaret Thatcher is that person.
Friday, 8 March 2013
Out In The Open, But Not Ourselves
The scandal surrounding revelations of the sexual activities of Cardinal Keith O' Brien is yet another in the litany of sex scandals that have dogged the Catholic church in recent years; indeed, the sudden retirement of Pope Benedict has been attributed to his having been exhausted and disillusioned by the public disgrace that has been the consequence.
But, before we throw another stone at the Catholic Church, we ought to consider what conditions are now in place that make the revelation of these sex scandals both possible and necessary. Are we simply more enlightened now, freer to break from institutions of authority that had such a hold over us for all those years?
Foucault begins Discipline and Punish with a vivid description of the spectacularly awful hanging, drawing and quartering of Damiens the regicide. He follows this description by detailing the calm and modest workings of the modern prison, with its constant redistribution of criminals in space and time. Did we, between the years 1750 and 1850, become suddenly more enlightened?, Foucault asks. Did we suddenly become so much more humane?
Not at all, is Foucault's reply. For, if we suspend for a moment our stone-throwing horror at the apparent barbarity of the 18th-century treatment of criminals, then we may begin to see how reasonable such spectacular cruelty really was, how much it made sense. In a feudal-style monarchy, with little opportunity of placing before the people, the king and his right to rule, much had to be made of the few occasions on which the people might feel the god-like power of the king and on which the god-like power of the king might be reconstituted: spectacular excess was the only way, when it came to kingly attire, kingly architecture, and kingly punishment. Once we realize this, Foucault says, we begin to be capable of looking again at the modern prison, with its enlightened, its humane, routines, as constitutive of another kind of power than the kingly one, a kind of power in which spectacle and excess are replaced by surveillance and reserve.
What, then, of sex and the Catholic Church? Was it all barbarity and aberration, or was it, in fact, a necessary, a reasonable, element in the workings of a society? The societies that grew up in the wake of the old-style monarchies were, as Foucault tells it, disciplinary in their nature, and gave rise to modes of social, economic, political and cultural life with which we continue to be familiar, or for the passing of which we are now often nostalgic: the family, the home, education, health...all these, as we know them, are disciplinary possibilities. And what they all have in common is a defining tension: between individuation and normalization, between formation and exclusion, between suppression and transgression. In the disciplinary society, what we came to understand as a fully-realized and mature existence emerged for the first time as a possibility, where full realization and maturity had simultaneously normalizing and individualizing effects, simultaneously galvanizing and isolating effects, simultaneously expressive and repressive effects: one went forth to be a soldier, which opened before one whole forms of togetherness but also made it difficult to fit in to civilian life; one became a mother, which offered untold comforts but excluded one, to some extent, from the 'adult' world; one trained to be a doctor, which was stimulating and rewarding but also time-consuming and over-determining, etc. etc. Normalization and individuation; formation and exclusion; togetherness and isolation. But, through all of this, as the rationale of all of this, there emerged the idea of the true self - who I really am - that is, the truth about all of the inconsistencies and the tensions that inevitably proceeded from the fact that we embraced not just one form of individuality in our lifetime, but many. The emergence of psycho-therapy through the nineteenth century is no coincidence; the rationale of disciplinary society's constitution of individuals with both internal and external fault lines was that the truth will out, that there is, inside all of this, a real me.
And this was where sex came in. Or rather, sexuality and its analogues. Sexuality operated in disciplinary societies precisely as the mode of truth about ourselves, the nature of the real me, as that which was other than the forms of individuality into which we were entered. It was frowned upon, but also necessary; taboo but essential. It was why and how we were transgressive; but it was also why and how we were submissive, for it was the way in which we understood ourselves as being more than disciplinary, and as having an underlying coherence despite the painful fault-lines of our lives. And it was also, of course, another discipline, the various modes of sexuality offering as many forms of individuation and normalization, of togetherness and isolation, of expression and repression, as the various modes, say, of work. Coming out, then, was the basic trajectory of truth in disciplinary societies, the basic movement of resistance, which simultaneously reentered us into the disciplinary machine and allowed that machine to let off steam. A brilliant mechanism! And not at all irrational, or out of control. And the church - with its simultaneous contempt for sex, and focus on sex as that which, observed and documented, expressed the truth about our souls - was, together with its secular equivalents in the various psycho-therapies, the incubator of the sexuality-effect, the institution of discipline's truth, whose smoke and mirrors kept alive the disciplinary dream of the real me. The misdemeanours of a Cardinal O' Brien were, then, no simple aberration, no more irrational and out of control than were the sexual and analagously-sexual truth practices of the secular population of disciplinary societies. Which, we may presume, was why they were not 'uncovered' for all those years. The hidden truth was the form of self-knowledge in the disciplinary mode; it was the way we kept our sanity; it was the way we were kept 'sane.'
But being, now, post-disciplinary, the real me no longer requires to come out from under its various formations, no longer needs to reconcile that variety in another but very special, because 'true,' formation, because the very notion of the real me no longer applies. One is 'free' now, say, to be gay, not because it's okay to come out but because you don't have to come out, because you can't come out, because there is no longer a strong concept of 'you,' of the truth about 'you,' to do the coming out. Such as we are now, we are collections of wants and behaviours, the more fleeting and exchangeable the better, all the better to consume more and more. The late-capitalist continuing requirement for compound growth has overcome, among many barriers to the flow of capital, the barrier presented by the individuation and normalization effects of discipline: someone who is (at heart, we say) a fisherman will buy some things so long as he comes out as a fisherman; but a passing and exchangeable enthusiasm for fishing - easily compatible with many other passing and exchangeable enthusiasms - will buy many many more things and not care whether those things were produced very cheaply indeed.
So, the individual is gone. And with the individual, the 'truth' about the individual - his necessarily hidden, dark, and endlessly-requiring-to-be-confessed sexuality. We look back at that 'truth' now with a righteous horror. How far we have come, we think to ourselves. How much more enlightened we now are...
But, before we throw another stone at the Catholic Church, we ought to consider what conditions are now in place that make the revelation of these sex scandals both possible and necessary. Are we simply more enlightened now, freer to break from institutions of authority that had such a hold over us for all those years?
Foucault begins Discipline and Punish with a vivid description of the spectacularly awful hanging, drawing and quartering of Damiens the regicide. He follows this description by detailing the calm and modest workings of the modern prison, with its constant redistribution of criminals in space and time. Did we, between the years 1750 and 1850, become suddenly more enlightened?, Foucault asks. Did we suddenly become so much more humane?
Not at all, is Foucault's reply. For, if we suspend for a moment our stone-throwing horror at the apparent barbarity of the 18th-century treatment of criminals, then we may begin to see how reasonable such spectacular cruelty really was, how much it made sense. In a feudal-style monarchy, with little opportunity of placing before the people, the king and his right to rule, much had to be made of the few occasions on which the people might feel the god-like power of the king and on which the god-like power of the king might be reconstituted: spectacular excess was the only way, when it came to kingly attire, kingly architecture, and kingly punishment. Once we realize this, Foucault says, we begin to be capable of looking again at the modern prison, with its enlightened, its humane, routines, as constitutive of another kind of power than the kingly one, a kind of power in which spectacle and excess are replaced by surveillance and reserve.
What, then, of sex and the Catholic Church? Was it all barbarity and aberration, or was it, in fact, a necessary, a reasonable, element in the workings of a society? The societies that grew up in the wake of the old-style monarchies were, as Foucault tells it, disciplinary in their nature, and gave rise to modes of social, economic, political and cultural life with which we continue to be familiar, or for the passing of which we are now often nostalgic: the family, the home, education, health...all these, as we know them, are disciplinary possibilities. And what they all have in common is a defining tension: between individuation and normalization, between formation and exclusion, between suppression and transgression. In the disciplinary society, what we came to understand as a fully-realized and mature existence emerged for the first time as a possibility, where full realization and maturity had simultaneously normalizing and individualizing effects, simultaneously galvanizing and isolating effects, simultaneously expressive and repressive effects: one went forth to be a soldier, which opened before one whole forms of togetherness but also made it difficult to fit in to civilian life; one became a mother, which offered untold comforts but excluded one, to some extent, from the 'adult' world; one trained to be a doctor, which was stimulating and rewarding but also time-consuming and over-determining, etc. etc. Normalization and individuation; formation and exclusion; togetherness and isolation. But, through all of this, as the rationale of all of this, there emerged the idea of the true self - who I really am - that is, the truth about all of the inconsistencies and the tensions that inevitably proceeded from the fact that we embraced not just one form of individuality in our lifetime, but many. The emergence of psycho-therapy through the nineteenth century is no coincidence; the rationale of disciplinary society's constitution of individuals with both internal and external fault lines was that the truth will out, that there is, inside all of this, a real me.
And this was where sex came in. Or rather, sexuality and its analogues. Sexuality operated in disciplinary societies precisely as the mode of truth about ourselves, the nature of the real me, as that which was other than the forms of individuality into which we were entered. It was frowned upon, but also necessary; taboo but essential. It was why and how we were transgressive; but it was also why and how we were submissive, for it was the way in which we understood ourselves as being more than disciplinary, and as having an underlying coherence despite the painful fault-lines of our lives. And it was also, of course, another discipline, the various modes of sexuality offering as many forms of individuation and normalization, of togetherness and isolation, of expression and repression, as the various modes, say, of work. Coming out, then, was the basic trajectory of truth in disciplinary societies, the basic movement of resistance, which simultaneously reentered us into the disciplinary machine and allowed that machine to let off steam. A brilliant mechanism! And not at all irrational, or out of control. And the church - with its simultaneous contempt for sex, and focus on sex as that which, observed and documented, expressed the truth about our souls - was, together with its secular equivalents in the various psycho-therapies, the incubator of the sexuality-effect, the institution of discipline's truth, whose smoke and mirrors kept alive the disciplinary dream of the real me. The misdemeanours of a Cardinal O' Brien were, then, no simple aberration, no more irrational and out of control than were the sexual and analagously-sexual truth practices of the secular population of disciplinary societies. Which, we may presume, was why they were not 'uncovered' for all those years. The hidden truth was the form of self-knowledge in the disciplinary mode; it was the way we kept our sanity; it was the way we were kept 'sane.'
But being, now, post-disciplinary, the real me no longer requires to come out from under its various formations, no longer needs to reconcile that variety in another but very special, because 'true,' formation, because the very notion of the real me no longer applies. One is 'free' now, say, to be gay, not because it's okay to come out but because you don't have to come out, because you can't come out, because there is no longer a strong concept of 'you,' of the truth about 'you,' to do the coming out. Such as we are now, we are collections of wants and behaviours, the more fleeting and exchangeable the better, all the better to consume more and more. The late-capitalist continuing requirement for compound growth has overcome, among many barriers to the flow of capital, the barrier presented by the individuation and normalization effects of discipline: someone who is (at heart, we say) a fisherman will buy some things so long as he comes out as a fisherman; but a passing and exchangeable enthusiasm for fishing - easily compatible with many other passing and exchangeable enthusiasms - will buy many many more things and not care whether those things were produced very cheaply indeed.
So, the individual is gone. And with the individual, the 'truth' about the individual - his necessarily hidden, dark, and endlessly-requiring-to-be-confessed sexuality. We look back at that 'truth' now with a righteous horror. How far we have come, we think to ourselves. How much more enlightened we now are...
Tuesday, 29 January 2013
The Thinking of Modern Life
In New Left Review’s Mar/Apr 2012 issue, there appeared an
article by T.J Clark (‘For A Left With No Future’) and a reply to that article,
by Susan Watkins (‘Presentism?’). What follows is a reply to Watkins’ reply,
which considers the issue that
divides Clark and Watkins, that is, the issue of what it is to think seriously
in, and of, modern life.
The central claim of Clark ’s
article is that the left has no future. For this claim, Clark
gives both reasons and a response. His reasons have to do with the left’s mistaken understanding of the
past and the present; his response is
to adopt what he calls a ‘tragic perspective.’ Watkins, for her part, is almost
entirely critical of Clark’s claim – and of the reasons he gives for it, and of
the response he recommends to it – by virtue of conducting a deeper inquiry
into the materials that Clark draws upon in
his support. But what I aim to show is that despite, and also because of, Watkins’ deeper inquiry, Clark’s argument is,
in large part, vindicated, at least insofar as it points to what is now our
range of options for effective intellectual engagement with the conditions of
our time.
*
I would begin, however, by making two vital adjustments to Clark ’s position. The first involves its immeasurable
expansion, so that it is made to apply, not only to the left in our time, but
to the defining mode of experience more
generally in our time. In other words, if Clark’s claim is that the left
has no future, I would simply claim that we
have no future – for the same reasons
that Clark identifies, reasons to do with our understanding of the past and the
present; and with at least something of the same response that Clark recommends, that is, the assumption of a ‘tragic
perspective.’
But the second adjustment that I would make is to this very
notion, of a ‘tragic perspective.’ Further elucidation of the notion is
required if Clark ’s argument is to be
understood. And my suggestion is this: for the phrase ‘tragic perspective,’ we
insert the phrase ‘historical perspective.’ In doing so, the real strength of Clark ’s argument is elicited.
*
As might be expected, there is a direct link between the reasons Clark gives for his no-future
claim and the response he proposes to
it; a clear understanding of the former, then, is necessary to a fair
assessment of the latter. And the reasons
are twofold, having to do, first, with Clark’s account of human history and, second, with Clark ’s
account of modern life. In short,
what we learn from the past and what we see in the present ought, in Clark ’s view, to persuade us to a mode of thinking modest
enough to relinquish its reliance upon the future.
*
And so to the first of Clark ’s
reasons for claiming that the left has no future: the nature of human history.
Clark’s conviction here is simply stated: if history shows us nothing else, it
shows us that human beings are finite,
and consequently subject to such a degree of complex contingency that we
proceed, ultimately, without trajectory, without purpose, without progress, and
therefore without a determinate future. Of the twentieth century, for example, Clark asks: ‘Did the century’s horrors have a shape? Did
they obey a logic or follow from a central determination – however much the
contingencies of history intervened?’ They did not, is Clark ’s
unequivocal response. The period, he says, was rather ‘catastrophe in the
strict sense – unfolding pell-mell from Sarajevo
on...a chaos formed from an unstoppable, unmappable criss-cross of forces.’ But
Watkins’ response to Clark ’s response is also
unequivocal. Clark’s view of history is unacceptable, she says: first, because
it installs ‘irrationalism tout court’
at the heart of human effort, and ‘irrationalism is a bad starting-point for
any political perspective’; second, because the events that dominated the
twentieth century, for example, are ‘amenable
to rational investigation and analysis,’ which investigation and analysis are,
in fact, our ‘intellectual duty.’
But Watkins, I would argue, has overread Clark ’s understanding of
history. Clark does say that there is no ‘heart
of the matter’ of history. But for this to amount to the installing of ‘irrationalism’
as the defining feature of history, ‘rationalism’ would have to be limited to
the identification or presumption of a ‘heart of the matter’ of history. If
what Clark says is true, however, this would
make ‘rationalism’ into the most irrational thing of all!: the identification
or presumption of a ‘heart of the matter’ of history, where none exists. Of
course, there are interpretations of
history, more or less convincing, interesting, or relevant accounts of how particular
events or forces went to shape what was to come. But these are, precisely, interpretations, that is, finite
understandings not god’s-eye views. As such, they are just some, among many
possible, ways of cutting up the historical cake, which cake has, in fact, no
centre. And though finite understandings may be, as Watkins says, ‘a bad starting-point
for any political perspective,’ what is there to say to this but, ‘So be it!
They are, at any rate, the only starting-point we have.’ We may dream of a ‘rational’
politics, with more absolute knowledge at its disposal, but it is part of the lesson
that Clark would teach us, that it is rather such dreaming that is the bad starting-point for politics, and partly
responsible for the ineffectual condition of the left in our time, whose optimism
is now the orthodox ‘political tonality,’ defining an age, our age, marked by ‘an
endless political and economic Micawberism.’
‘Utopias,’ Clark says (and he would
certainly call Watkins’ presumption of a ‘rational’ politics, utopian), ‘reassure
modernity as to its infinite potential. But why? It should learn – be taught –
to look failure in the face.’
You may object, however, that all of this follows only from
the assumption that Clark’s understanding of history, as ‘unfolding pell-mell,’
is truer than Watkins’ understanding of history, as subject to ‘rational
analysis.’ And why assume this? Well, first of all, because it is Watkins’ understanding of history that
is the grander of the two, and therefore the one on which there is a much
greater obligation to prove itself. But also, because Clark’s understanding of
history has by now, I believe, the greater philosophical support, not least
from a certain Nietzschean tradition, which Watkins identifies as so important
to Clark . (The fact that, as Watkins points
out, Nietzsche was not always so important to Clark ,
is no great matter; it is in the nature of a thinking man that he be prepared
to develop, even to alter, his ways of thinking.) Michel Foucault, for example,
a well-known proponent of a Nietzschean understanding of history, would say
that the properly historical
perspective is the one that puts aside the search for a ‘heart of the matter’
of history, an origin and an end, and sets itself the ‘grey’ and ‘meticulous’
(Foucault), the ‘ordinary’ and ‘endemic’ (Clark), work of learning from history
and diagnosing the present without resting upon the ‘large and well-meaning
errors’ (Nietzsche) that have all too often served as a ground for us to stand
upon. (See Foucault, The Order of Things)
All by way of showing, that Watkins’ ‘rational analysis’ of
the origins of the First World War, which she provides in order to contradict
Clark’s understanding of history as ‘pell-mell,’ is perfectly compatible with
Clark’s understanding of history as ‘pell-mell’; it is one interpretation,
among many possible, of a passage of time that was subject to so many forces
that its overriding and accurate mapping is beyond our human capacity. There
are, I feel certain Watkins would allow, more than one even well-established
account of the origins of the First World War. That is what it means to be human: to be contingent upon a
historical unfolding so complex that we, its actors, are always also acted
upon, whether we are involved or investigating,
whether we are running for our lives or engaged in rational analysis. In the words of the philosopher Hans-Georg
Gadamer, whose life spanned the entire of the century about which Clark and
Watkins disagree so completely, and who, at his best, might also be numbered
among the Nietzscheans of history: ‘We are always affected, whether in hope or
fear, by what is nearest to us.’ (Truth and Method) Even our ‘rational’ analyses of the past are as Clark
describes our visions of the future: ‘haunted by their worldly realities,’
‘heavy and ordinary and present-centred.’ Finite, historical, human.
And what follows from this understanding of history as human, but the inevitability of conflict? With dreams of a ‘rational’
history go dreams of a peaceful humanity; hence Clark ’s
claim for the inherence of violence and war. Now, Watkins once again overreads this claim, characterizing it
as a claim for violence as the innate and all-encompassing determinant of human
history, as ‘our timeless urge’ and ‘the motor of civilization.’ But Clark ’s aim is merely to persuade us that the infinity of
human capacities ‘is for bad as much as good.’ Nothing could be clearer: Clark urges us to accept that violence, conflict,
ferocity, war are as fundamental to
human existence as are generosity, freedom and care.
*
So much for Clark’s first reason for claiming that the left
has no future; the left, Clark implies, has
mistaken human history as being subject to overriding trajectories and,
therefore, as potentially to be rid of all conflict. Clark
has a second reason for claiming that the left has no future, a reason to do
with the failure of the left to fully appreciate the nature of modern life. According to Clark, the societies we
live in have reconstituted whole populations, as comprised of ‘a new kind of
isolate obedient “individual” with technical support to match,’ populations
held together only by ‘a fiction of full existence to come,’ rather than by
social and political aptitudes; the left, in its failure to face up to this, to
modern life, has lost the relevance
it may once have had, if only because its optimism, its ‘fictions of full
existence to come,’ are now the stuff of status quo.
But Watkins is sceptical of Clark ’s
account of modern life. Here is her response:
[M]odernity in [Clark ’s]
work is endowed with truly Weberian grimness – which is not to say that it has
acquired conceptual coherence. Lacking any satisfactory definition, or
agreement over its sphere of application (culture, ethos, social order), causes
(Protestantism, capitalism, consumerism) or periodization (end of feudalism,
Enlightenment, 1850, 1905), modernity has come to function as a pseudo-concept,
a placeholder that averts the need for deeper enquiry; or a way of speaking
about capitalism without mentioning the term...
So, does its lack of ‘coherence,’ its somewhat indeterminate
and shifting nature, make Clark ’s idea of ‘modernity’
into a ‘placeholder,’ as Watkins says? Yes!, a placeholder for as many of the
ways as we can think of, in which modern life works in the manner that Clark
describes: to instil a ‘general infantilization of human needs and purposes’;
to prove itself ‘integral to consumer capitalism’; to effect ‘a terrible
emptying and sanitizing of the imagination’; to make meaning into ‘a scarce
social commodity’; to bring about ‘the de-skilling of everyday life’; and we
might add: to ‘free’ us into a precarious world of immaterial work and
zero-hour contracts; to preoccupy us with the micro-management of everything
under a sheen of 24-hour coverage and consumer choice; and so on and so on.
There are brilliant account of this, modern life, available, for example in the
writings of the Italian radical thinkers, Berradi, Virno and others. Like them,
what Clark aims to give is a ‘plain’ treatment of modern life, one that
resonates with us, one that looks familiar but that makes the familiar clearer,
more comprehensible, even as, indeed because,
it lacks the kind of ‘heart of the matter’ ‘coherence’ that Watkins demands.
Does this make Clark ’s idea
of ‘modernity,’ or any other idea used as a placeholder for effects like those
listed above, into a ‘pseudo-concept,’ as Watkins says? No!, or only if you
continue, as Watkins does, to look for ‘conceptual coherence.’ Watkins
describes Clark’s idea of ‘modernity’ as ‘Weberian,’ and then, almost
immediately, criticizes Clark ’s idea for not
sticking to a ‘Weberian’ path. But Clark ’s
reply would surely be to say: ‘That is your problem. It was you who called me
“Weberian.” And it is you who demands the kind of “conceptual coherence” with
which I and history are unconcerned.’
Watkins regards Clark ’s
unconcern as licentious, even as lazy. Of Clark ’s
idea of ‘modernity,’ she writes: it is ‘a way of speaking that averts the need
for deeper inquiry.’ But this takes us, now, to the heart of the matter of this
essay at least, that is, to the question of whether
it is ‘the need for deeper inquiry’ that is now our greatest weakness, and the
reason why we seem unable to think clearly enough to alter our condition.
In other words, what if it is ‘the need for deeper inquiry’ that must, of all
our needs, be averted, for something rather than nothing to now be possible?
What if our ‘intellectual duty,’ as Watkins calls it, of ‘rational
investigation and analysis,’ is now the chain that binds our thinking? To
borrow an image from Wittgenstein, what if keeping
the engine idling is what is making us unable, now, to move ourselves from
here?
If this seems rather hysterical a reaction, then have a look
at what results from the ‘deeper inquiry’ into modern life that Watkins implies
is necessary: ‘No uniform ethos, habitus or particular way of being human,’
Watkins writes, ‘is discernible across this varied landscape.’ Nothing results, in other words: no,
even somewhat indeterminate and shifting, description of modern life is given;
no, even somewhat incoherent, idea of modern life is proposed. And all the
while, increasing numbers continue to fall victim to the thin reality of
consumer capitalism, and submit themselves to working under ever-more-precarious
conditions, and find themselves in the grip of institutional and/or
pharmaceutical regimes as a solution to their impossibly insubstantial
individuality...Rather than employ a ‘placeholder’ to give expression to urgent
aspects of modern life, Watkins would keep the engine idling. And so, we go nowhere
and do nothing. And all because of ‘the need for deeper inquiry.’
As for Clark ’s idea of
‘modernity’ being ‘a way of speaking about capitalism without mentioning the
term,’ it is odd that Watkins suggests this as a criticism. The obvious
response is, ‘Of course it is! Insofar as capitalism is now the dominant form
of social, political, economic and cultural organization, how could any
description of modern life not be “a way of speaking about capitalism”?’ We
have been taught to shy away from ‘placeholder’ terms like ‘modernity’ and
‘capitalism,’ as if they are so encompassing and so bandied-about as to be
naive, even offensive, both too comprehensive and too comprehensible to deserve
the name of thinking. But the thinking of modern life must not shy away from
such terms. For, though they may be, to use Clark’s word, ‘plain,’ this need
not mean, to use Clark ’s word, ‘banal.’
And so we have the second reason that Clark gives for
claiming that the left has no future: the nature of modern life, which has
reconstituted whole populations to be unfit for the societies the left
envisages, and which would, at any rate, incorporate the left’s utopianism into
the controlling futurism that is its defining orientation.
*
To summarize the dispute between Clark and Watkins, as it has
thus far emerged, we might simply observe, that while Clark
is shy of history and confident of modern life, Watkins is confident of history
and shy of modern life. And why this? What is the kernel of this difference
between Clark and Watkins? It is, simply, the ‘rational’ requirement for
‘conceptual coherence.’ ‘Conceptual coherence’ is, for Watkins, the measure of
reason. In claiming this coherence (misguidedly Clark
would argue, and I agree) for interpretations of history, she recasts history
as ‘rational’ and human effort as capable of ‘rational’ analysis. But this
‘luxury of hindsight’ as we call it naturally is not afforded by the present;
hence, Watkins’ demand for ‘conceptual coherence’ will not say anything further
about modern life than that nothing, nothing ‘rational’ at least, can be said
about modern life. Meanwhile, the ‘tragic,’ or as I would call it ‘historical,’
perspective that prevents Clark from drawing grand conclusions about the past
is the same perspective that allows Clark, that compels him even, to draw grand
conclusions about the present. From the historical perspective, though we
acknowledge that we humans have little capacity to control the outcome of our
thoughts and actions, we judge it better that we go forth from here with
something rather than nothing at all for our sustenance and protection;
meanwhile, the desire for ‘conceptual coherence’ is in danger of making ‘great
if well-meaning errors’ about history and maintaining great if well-meaning
silences about modern life.
As I see it, then, the really significant conclusion to be
drawn from the debate between Clark and Watkins is: that we finite humans are not as we finite humans must do; in other words, that there is a
certain style now required of us, which
is not directly consistent with the substance
of what we know. Clark’s claim is
that the left has no future; Clark ’s
recommended response is for the left
to think and act as if it has no
future. But what is crucial to realize is that it is not the same kind of thing, to accept that we have no future
and to think and act as if we have no future. The former is an achievement of abstraction; the latter, an achievement
of application. And abstraction and
application are not, not anymore at least, the same kind of thing. It is
because of her failure to realize this that Watkins is incapable of thinking of
modern life.
Let us proceed, then, with this in mind, from our examination
of the reasons Clark gives for his no-future claim, to an examination of the nature
of the claim itself (the abstract achievement Clark demands of us) and of the
response that Clark would have us give (the applied achievement that Clark
demands of us).
*
First, to the abstract move that Clark expects us to make,
that is, the realization that the left has no future: based on his
understanding of the nature of the past and the nature of the present, Clark
would have us accept that any effort on our part to anticipate a future is
subject to such a degree of historical contingency and weakened to such a
degree by contemporary opportunism and futurism that it cannot be relied upon
either to constitute or to predict a future for us. In this sense, we are, as Clark would have it, without a future; we are without a
future that can be allowed as a justification for our plans, our projects and
our principles.
It is hardly surprising that, having criticized the reasons Clark gives for making this claim, Watkins then
criticizes the claim itself, which she regards as making little sense. Firstly,
it makes little ontological sense,
she says – ‘futurity is a constitutive dimension of human experience...while
any effective action embodies in itself a difference between “then” and “now.”’
This first criticism amounts to the objection that, as Heidegger famously put
it, we humans are ‘thrown,’ and have an orientation towards future, a sense of
purpose, as a basic feature of our experience. But this objection cannot be
allowed as an objection to Clark ’s position.
For, far from denying future-orientedness of this kind, Clark ’s
position presupposes it (while also admitting that we humans are equally
oriented towards the past; for Heidegger, we are thrown into a situation as well as being thrown forward from it). What
Clark would have us dispense with are the purposeless
purposes, the contentless futures, invoked by the kind of utopian visions that
he identifies in left-wing thinking (and that I would identify as a feature of
modern life more generally), visions that amount to no less than ‘the wish for
escape from mortal existence,’ as Clark puts it, by putting before us a future
that would erase the conditions of our present (by refusing to acknowledge that
we humans are thrown into a situation
as well as being thrown forward from it). The response that Clark recommends amounts, as we shall see, to a
version of reformism, an effort to change, step by step, and failure by
failure, aspects of our current condition. Quite clearly, this response
presupposes an orientation towards the future, an acceptance, as Watkins puts
it, of ‘the difference between “then” and “now.”’
But Watkins also criticizes Clark ’s
no-future claim as making little sociological
sense: the ‘Great Look Forward,’ she writes, ‘was not a matter of messianic
belief but a rational response to the experience of accelerating social and
economic change.’ An interpretation
of accelerating social and economic change, in other words. And, like all
interpretations, as Clark puts it ‘heavy and
ordinary and present-centred.’ Clark ’s effort
is merely to point this out. And to show that the very act of looking forward
‘greatly,’ just like we have said of the act of analysing ‘deeply,’ has become
the bedrock of modern life and, therefore, the very thing to be resisted if
modern life is to be challenged in any way.
But Watkins does not agree with this version of modern life;
for, her strongest criticism of Clark’s no-future claim is that it makes little
ideological sense – the claim, she
says, ‘would already appear to be established as the postmodern order of the
day: a changeless now, from horizon to horizon, and a presentist politics
reduced to the mindless repetition of the words, “Yes, we can.”’ In other
words, Watkins’ view is that it is Clark’s no-futurism that is ‘heavy and
ordinary and present-centred,’ Clark ’s
no-futurism that is the bedrock of modern life and, therefore, the very thing
to be resisted if modern life is to be challenged in any way. (It is worth
pointing out that Watkins’ view of modern life here – as dominated by
presentism – sits uneasily with her earlier claim that ‘no uniform ethos,
habitus or particular way of being human is discernible across [its] varied
landscape.’)
Here, then, is the central question, rather baldly put: Is
modern life, as Clark says it is, dominated by
futurism and therefore in need of more presentism? Or is modern life, as
Watkins says it is, dominated by presentism, and therefore at the very least
not in need of relinquishing its futurism? To some extent, the answer is: both!
But only insofar as the apparent ‘presentism’ of modern life is ultimately in
thrall to a substance-less orientation towards future (and a sentimentalizing nostalgia for the past) that would erase
anything like a meaningful engagement with here and now. Clark’s merit is that
he sees that this is the case, that the click-of-the-mouse, at-your-fingertips presentism
of modern life, which is so ergonomic as to the respond to us more and more at
the level of instinct, makes things such that the present is continually
effaced, in part by empty anticipations of what is to come. Much of the
ergonomics of modern life, after all, goes to facilitate mediation of the
present with the future (I’ll record now to watch later), or to bind us into a
continual process of almost entirely virtual consumerism, founded upon the time when...I’ll make cupcakes (and
this is where sentimentalizing nostalgia for the past plays its part) in my new
shabby-chic enamel bun tins, I’ll sip wine from my new ‘Jamie-At-Home’ glasses,
I’ll read all of the books I’ve been planning to read, on my new Kindle...And,
politically, this is also the structure of modern life: a ‘you can make it
happen now’ ergonomics, in which you can (but mostly don’t) design your own
healthcare, set up your own school, vote in your own police commissioner;
combined with grand visions of One Nation of peace and prosperity. Watkins is
betrayed by her own example in this regard: ‘Yes, we can’ is patently not a presentist slogan; it is a call to
focus on a future that cannot be, by a man elected as the messiah that never
was...
*
So much for the abstract
achievement that Clark would ask of us. So
much, that is, for Clark ’s claim that we have
no future. It can, I think, survive Watkins’ criticisms, although to do so it
must rely upon a philosophical tradition that would emphasize history and
contingency, language and finitude, and upon vivid descriptions of modern life,
which would persuade us as forcefully as possible to recognize ourselves and
the times we live in. But what, now, of the applied
achievement that Clark would ask of us? What
of his exhortation that we begin to think and act as if we have no future?
It is at this juncture that we must point to the one aspect
of Clark ’s abstract claim upon which Clark and
Watkins agree: the present, modern
life, is without ‘conceptual coherence.’ Clark holds this to be true, because
it is his view that finite human understanding is incapable generally of
‘conceptual coherence’; Watkins holds this to be true, because it is her view
that the present must lose its open-endedness, must become the past in short,
before it can properly be subject to ‘rational analysis.’ But how Clark and
Watkins respond to this shared view
of modern life – how they apply this abstract
acknowledgment – is very different, and crucially so. Watkins holds, as many
academics and theoreticians hold: that we
humans must do as we humans are; that
substance and style must accord; that it is possible and right to reflect the
abstract acknowledgment – that modern life may now have, and may turn out to
have had, a character very different from the one we now think of it as having
– in what we say and do. Clark holds the
contrary view: that we humans must not do
as we humans are; that there is no way to give practical expression to the
abstract admission of the partial, incoherent,
nature of our understanding of modern life. ‘No doubt,’ writes Clark ,
there is an alternative to the
present order of things. Yet nothing follows from this – nothing deserving the
name political. Left politics is immobilized at the level of theory and
therefore of practice, by the idea that it should spend its time turning over
the entrails of the present for signs of catastrophe and salvation.
Nothing follows, Clark argues, from the abstract admission
that we cannot be sure of the present; the effort to make something follow, as
Watkins would, gives rise to a nihilistic emptying out of thought and action,
all under the guise of a great and irresistible reasonableness, ‘a need for deeper inquiry,’ a demand for
‘conceptual coherence.’ Nothing follows, then, from the intellectual
acknowledgment that our understanding of the present is but an interpretation of the present; nothing,
but an immobilization of thought and of action; nothing, but an engine idling,
endlessly and to no good effect.
We might say, then, that Watkins’ weakness, her inability to
think of modern life, is the result of her fear
of modern life, her fear of its ‘incoherence,’ which makes her determine to
make no claim about modern life except the claim that modern life is too
‘varied’ a ‘landscape’ to make any claim about. Watkins, for this reason, is
immobilized at the level of application; the only information she can act upon
is ‘coherent’ information, and the only ‘coherent’ information about modern
life is that there is no ‘coherence’ to be had from modern life. And, in this
respect, she is like many modern-day intellectuals, particularly academic
intellectuals – Chantal Mouffe, for example, recently published an article
entitled ‘Truth is Concrete,’ in which she too concluded that nothing can be concluded from the ‘varied
landscape’ of modern life, and also on the grounds that we finite humans must do as we finite humans are, in other words, that we must
reflect our abstract acknowledgement of the partiality of our understanding of
modern life when it comes to applying ourselves to the thinking and acting of
modern life. ‘I strongly believe,’ says Mouffe, ‘that...it is necessary to
adopt a pluralistic perspective.’ Why? Because, as Mouffe puts it, ‘things
could always have been otherwise and every order is predicated on the exclusion
of other possibilities.’ The task, then, as Mouffe sees it, is to find ways to
‘disarticulate’ any interpretation of the current order of things so as to
leave room for other interpretations.
But the problem, with Mouffe and with Watkins, is this: our
ordinary experience nowadays is
pluralistic to its core, and therefore not to be challenged in any way by
what is now a general ‘intellectual’ enthusiasm for ‘a pluralistic perspective.’
Mouffe addresses her argument to the Italian radicals we have already mentioned
here, and one among them, Paolo Virno, argues that it is precisely a pluralistic perspective that constitutes
modern life. In ‘The Ambivalence of Disenchantment,’ he writes:
A process of uprooting without end,
engendered by the mutability of contexts marked for the most part by
conventions, artifices, and abstractions, overturns this scheme [the scheme of
‘disarticulation, à la Mouffe] and submits it to an inexorable practical
critique...Today’s modes of being and feeling lie in an abandonment without reserve to our own finitude.
Uprooting...constitutes the substance of our contingency and
precariousness...It constitutes an ordinary condition that everyone feels
because of the continual mutation of modes of production, techniques of
communication, and styles of life.
David Harvey, in a recent history of neo-liberalism,
expresses regret at what he regards as the so-far ineffectual opposition to
neo-liberal hegemony, and names as culpable ‘all those postmodern intellectual
currents that accord without knowing it, with the White House line that truth
is both socially constructed and a mere effect of discourse.’ His
recommendation is that we drown out this pluralistic intellectualism with the acknowledgement,
as he puts it, that ‘there is a reality out there and it is catching up with us
fast.’ Because the ‘concrete’ truth is that things could not ‘always have been otherwise,’ as Mouffe thinks. Or at least,
nothing follows from the fact that they could. Nothing, but those endless
efforts to theorize multplicity and think plurality that are clogging our
intellectual arteries and contributing to the apparently unstoppable ‘progress’
of modern life.
*
The material point, then, is this: Watkins’ refusal to respond to modern life in any manner
other than by an intellectual idling in its ‘varied landscape’ is precisely the form of control that defines
our times. Modern life, we might say, thrives upon a general intellectualism. What form, then, does this intellectualism
take? What, in other words, are the features of modern-day control?
At his trial, Socrates is reported to have described to the
men of Athens a
day in the life he has lived, a life which they are gathered there to determine
the guilt or innocence of. ‘All day long,’ spoke Socrates, ‘I never cease to
settle here, there, and everywhere, rousing, persuading, reproving every one of
you. You will not easily find another like me, gentlemen...’ Socrates lived his life in the marketplace, questioning those who were going
about their business, showing up the inadequacy of their merely human, finite,
conceptions of truth and of right; the philosopher of ‘things could always have
been otherwise.’ And, in Socrates’ time, it is easy to believe that such a role
was vital; in a small city, with deeply entrenched prejudices, much like a
stubborn, one-directional horse, the gadfly
philosopher was badly needed. But times have changed, and we are all gadflies now, abandoned without
reserve to our finitude, never settling for long enough to coalesce into
anything like as stable as a horse.
Franco ‘Bifo’ Berradi spoke recently in interview of the many
protests that have been launched against the conditions of late-capitalism –
the sit-ins, the occupations, the street marches. Berradi explains that what he
regards as their ineffectuality is the result of a disjunction, between the
physicality of the protests and the virtuality of what is being protested
against; the streets, in his view, are no longer the appropriate domain for
active resistance to modern life. But we might equally say, that the
marketplace is no longer the appropriate arena for active effectual thinking
of modern life. Why? Because nothing’s
going on in the marketplace: no jobs, or if there are jobs, they are the
most passing, precarious things of all; no identifications, of if there are
identifications, they are the most ephemeral because consumer-driven; no ideas,
or if there are ideas, they are held at arms length, to allow for ‘a pluralistic
perspective’; no poets except those who are ‘post-literary’; no craftsmen save
for systems-operators; no politicians who are not cyphers for global
institutions of capitalism; no horses but those constituted by the most
momentary and most virtual formations of gadflies. Virno describes very well
the cynicism and opportunism of late-capitalist societies, in which we believe
in nothing and attach ourselves to anything, in which we belong to nothing but
hang our sense of self on anything.[9]
All day long, we never cease to settle,
here, there, and everywhere, rousing, persuading, reproving. You will easily
find millions of others like us...The challenge, then, is how to address
gadflies? Solve this, and we will have learnt what it is, the thinking of modern
life.
In her article, Watkins addresses, one by one, all of the
texts that Clark , in his article, lines up in
support of his argument. But, of the very first one – Bruegel’s The Land of Cockaigne – she writes: ‘Clark offers a compelling interpretation of the
painting...But...might it not equally be read as...’ To which, on the one hand,
the only reply is: ‘Yes! Of course Bruegel’s painting might equally be read
as..., just as the origins of the First World War might equally be identified
as...’ But, what follows from this,
quintessentially ‘intellectual,’ acknowledgment that all readings of texts are
interpretations of texts, just like all accounts of modern life are
interpretations of modern life? As Clark says,
nothing follows. Not now. For, we live now in a world of opportunism and
cynicism, a world in which we are all too aware that it might equally be read as, that things could always have been otherwise. What we require to be
persuaded of is that anything might be read with conviction, that anything
might only be what it is.
*
Watkins’ interpretationism,
amounts to the demand that, in giving an account of modern life, we do as
Mouffe would have us do, that is, ‘recognize not a flat homogenous present but
a range of uneven temporalities at work within the same chronological
time...Such a world,’ Watkins says, ‘requires a perspective that is
internationalist, but also irreducibly pluralistic: not one tonality, but
many.’ In this regard, Watkins urges us to adopt a comic perspective, to admit, as Aristotle did,
the place of comedy alongside
tragedy, with its contrary values: multiplicity as well as tragic unity;
coupling and procreation as well as death; what his Poetics called ‘the inferior people,’ always so numerous, and the
mockery of rulers, in place of pity and awe.
But what Watkins fails to see is that comic inferiority is now the form of our tragedy, that mockery of rulers is now the mode of our
tragic subjection, and that procreation
(we are now seven billion!) is now the principle reason for our imminent
demise.
If we do as I have suggested, and translate Clark’s call for
a ‘tragic perspective’ into the call for a ‘historical perspective,’ then the necessity against which human freedom
tragically crashes again and again is revealed to be, not some unitary force –
God, Nature, Fate – but pell-mell,
chaos, contingency, the war of good with good. Human plans and purposes collide
time and again against the force of history, which is undermining of human
plans and purposes not in its brick-wall stasis but in its unpredictable
fluidity, its constantly unfolding contingency. History already installs the principle of multiplicity, already installs the pluralistic perspective,
at the very heart of human endeavour; we are tragic, then, because we are comic:
disordered, chaotic, ‘incoherent,’ ‘irrational.’ When we conceived of our tragedy differently, when we posited some
unitary force or forces, as operative upon human effort, then it was likely
very necessary to interpose with testimony to the multiple, the pluralistic
character of so-called unitary forces. But we no longer posit such unitary
forces, for modern life is abandoned without reserve to the finitude of
everything and we must therefore interpose with testimony to something other
than multiplicity, something other than plurality, some perspective other than
the comic one. We must be horse-philosophers not gadfly-philosophers, contrary
and all as that now appears to be to what we have come to think of thinking as.
And it is important to point out that, if Watkins does not
see this at all, then Clark only sees it in
part. For, Clark ’s version of thinking-as-‘moderacy’
is still too comic to be the tragic
perspective he is looking for. Watkins identifies the following passage, quoted
by Clark from Nietzsche’s The Will To
Power, as the most significant passage in the whole of Clark ’s
article:
Who will prove to be the strongest
in the course of this? The most moderate; those who do not require any extreme articles of faith; those who not only concede
but actually love a fair amount of contingency and nonsense; those who can
think of man with a considerable reduction of his value without becoming small
and weak themselves on that account...
The problem with Clark is
that he regards utopianism, the
infantilizing deferral to an ideal future, as the aspect of modern life that
requires most to be overcome. ‘Extremism,’ he says, ‘is the ticket to ride of
our times.’ This is true. But so too is moderacy
the ticket to ride of our times, if, by moderacy, we mean, as Clark
does, the love of ‘a fair amount of contingency and nonsense.’ What Clark
misses, and his missing it seriously hampers his efforts to think of modern
life, is that infantilizing promises of escape from mortal existence are
nowadays combined with ‘intellectualiizing’ feelings of love for mortal
existence, in the ‘abandonment without reserve’ to mortal existence that Virno
describes. Which is why modern life is so difficult to resist, combining as it
does, a sense of belonging to the most fleetingly posited of ideals with a
total cynicism about the extent to which anything has lasting merit; an
opportunistic focus upon the most passing and finite of chances with a
low-level but persistent anxious nostalgia for what might yet have been...
*
If, traditionally, the task of thinking was the task of
operating about the margins of life, never ceasing, all day long, to settle here,
there, and everywhere, then never ceasing, all day long, to settle here,
there, and everywhere is now the most basic aspect of our condition, which is
therefore not to be roused by the marginal styles. As a marginal concern, utopianism,
for example, may indeed have been effective, operating in trickle-down fashion,
to edify us with a vision of something better. And, as a marginal concern, interpretationism
too might have been effective, operating in trickle-down fashion, to edify us
with a sense that things might, at the very least, be otherwise. But, by now,
utopianism and interpretationism have
trickled down, and not in substance but in style, so that a contentless and infantilizing futurism and an
it-might-always-have-been-otherwise, relativistic opportunism are the main
constituents of modern life. For this reason, the fact that utopianism
furnishes us with visions that are ‘heavy and ordinary and present-centred,’
just as interpretationism provides us with analyses that are ‘heavy and
ordinary and present-centred,’ is the least of their problems. In societies in
which they were marginal to strong
and commonly-held prejudices, utopianism and interpretationism may still have
had their effects; the engine may have idled, and somewhat lopsidedly, but it
may still have been in better working order when it set off again. In our
society, however, utopianism and interpretationism are marginal to nothing, and
so the engine just keeps on idling; utopianism and interpretationism are
adopted as styles of living, the ‘heavy and ordinary and present-centred’
content of any particular utopia or any particular interpretation being negligible
by comparison with the style of thinking, the mode of living, it reinforces.
This is why, as Clark puts it, nothing
follows now from utopian visions and ‘rational’ interpretations: as, in our
late-capitalist societies, there is no trickle-down of wealth, just of the
speculation and consumption practices that generate it; so, in our
late-capitalist societies, there is no trickle-down of ideas, just of the
futurist and relativist thinking practices that generate them.
We must, then, say of Watkins and, partly, of Clark , as Watkins reports Lukács as saying of Nietzsche.
‘In his penetrating characterization,’ Watkins writes:
Lukács suggested that Nietzsche’s
greatest gift was his ‘anticipatory sensitivity’ for what the disaffected
intelligentsia of the imperial era would require; his dazzling aphorisms and
wide cultural range would ‘satisfy its frustrated, sometimes rebellious
instincts with gestures that appeared fascinating and hyper-revolutionary.’ The
social function of Nietzsche’s writing was to rescue dissatisfied intellectuals
who might be drawn to the alternative of the workers’ movement; on the basis of
his philosophy, ‘one could go on as before – with fewer inhibitions and a
clearer conscience – and feel oneself to be much more revolutionary than the
socialists.’
Reading Watkins-style analyses,
just as Clark observes of encounters with left-thinking
visions of the future, has now the effect that Lukács describes, of allowing us
to ‘go on as before.’ Only now, it is worse, for the dominant styles of
thinking now satisfy not just would-be revolutionary intellectuals but everyone. For, there is a general intellectualism about modern
life, a general high-mindedness and a
general open-mindedness, a general
mode of thinking that is, like the markets that are the gods of our time,
utterly insubstantial but fascinatingly self-perpetuating.
The closing sentence of the opening section of Watkins’
article reads as follows: ‘This is a preliminary and personal reply; no doubt
there will be many others.’ As preparation for what is to follow, it is
unsurpassable, revealing of just that tripartite displacement of the present,
which is the character of modern life and against which Clark ’s
article would argue. For, if we examine this simple sentence, we find it to
contain all of the most important features of Watkins’ way of thinking, which:
excuses itself on the grounds of a future
that will provide something better; presents itself as no more than a personal reaction; and opens itself to
the potential challenge of others. The future,
the personal, and others: the
three orientations whereby thinking in modern life removes the possibility of
thinking of modern life. As the French group, Tiqqun, expresses it: ‘The
commodity society now seeks to find its best supports in the marginalized
elements of traditional society themselves – women and youths first, then
homosexuals and “minorities.”’ (See Raw Materials for a Theory of The Young Girl) We might say that the marginals – women, children and ‘minorities’ – are now
‘in,’ via the infantilizing futurism, feminizing emotivism,
‘other’-orientedness of modern life. Which means, of course, that the margins
cannot any longer give us a perspective on modern life, that Watkins’
‘pluralistic perspective’ cannot think
of modern life. Theorizing plurality, thinking multiplicity, as our academics
are now so wont to do, is utter nihilism. It is the intellectualization of
nihilism. These are the days ‘when nihilism speaks of happiness,’ says Tiqqun.
These are the days when nihilism speaks of reason.
*
What, then, is it,
to think of modern life?
The answer lies in Virno’s phrase, the one that describes the
defining mode of modern life as ‘abandonment without reserve to our own
finitude.’ The phrase implies two modes of resistance to modern life. The first
is a downright denial of our finitude. But that will not do; Clark ’s
emphasis on the ordinary and heavy and present-centred nature of our
reflections is the most recent in too long and convincing a philosophical
criticism of Enlightenment hopes that reason and progress might be supported by
some more-than-finite grounds. ‘We are
always affected, whether in hope or fear, by what is nearest to us...’
But the other possibility for resistance held out by Virno’s
phrases is that we admit, but with
reserve, our finitude, that we reserve
something from our finitude. I believe that this is what it is, to think of
modern life. What, then, does it involve?
To answer this question, it will help to return, one last
time, to a brief account of what it is to abandon ourselves without reserve to our finitude. The
primary object of Clark ’s criticism is, as we
have said, the utopianism that he
believes to define the intellectual left in our time. But there are, as we have
also said, two tricks that Clark misses here: one, is that the characteristics that
Clark attributes to the intellectual left in our time are actually much more
widely attributable to the nature of our time more generally; the other, is
that, not only utopianism but interpretationism too, not only extremism but
moderacy too, not only messianic faith but rational analysis too, have trickled
down from their intellectual heights to constitute the dominant mode of
experience in modern life, the ‘ticket to ride’ of our times. And it is this
heady combination – of a specious utopianism (someday, surely...) and an empty interpretationism (that may be true for
you, but...) – that makes for our abandonment without reserve to our finitude.
We no longer recognize claims that purport to apply to anything or anyone other
than this moment and me (design your own...; a package for now), unless those claims call forth a vision whose total
unrelatedness to current conditions is in proportion to its total satisfaction
of our need to belong to something greater than ourselves. Our buildings – so
futuristic, with their steel and their glass; so plumb and so square – go up as
instantaneously as they are designed to be pulled down. A year sometimes is
beyond their endurance, their materials as deteriorated by tiny passages of
time as they were suggestive, on first encounter, of an unimaginably future
time; the future in every angle; the finite in every pore. Our clothes – make
yourself over in a matter of seconds and very cheaply, in a the-future-is-now
simple move; and have every unfinished seam, every degrading elastine
component, every thinnest-weave cotton length, degrade at first contact with
human form and movement. Everywhere we go now, everything we eat, sit on, wear
and use, makes an onslaught of this pincer movement to an oh-so-infinite future
and an oh-so-finite now. We are abandoned without reserve to our finitude, when
we content ourselves with the most merely-human of satisfactions and the most
utterly-inhuman of dreams.
And our theories are like our houses and our clothes. ‘This
is a preliminary and personal reply; no doubt there will be many others,’
writes Watkins, invoking, in one short introductory line, both the limitedness
of merely human effort – so ‘personal,’ so ‘preliminary’ – and the ilimitedness
of much-more-than-human validity – ‘preliminary’ and ‘many others’ would fold
into this reply the truth of all possible replies.
What, then, would it be like to admit our finitude but with reserve? We humans can never be
anything other than finite, never anything other than ordinary and heavy and
present-centred. Our perspective can never be other than historical, or, as Clark would have it, tragic. So much, we admit. But we
abandon ourselves to this admission when we allow it to prevent us from forming
any opinion but the most vague, taking any action but the most omnilateral, thinking
anything but the most abstract, adopting any perspective but the most
pluralistic. Our situation is ordinary and heavy and present-centred, true, but
we must act as if it is ours, we must
stand up and claim it as our own, if we are not to be left with no
situation at all. This is why the historical perspective, as we have called it
here, is not the same in the applied admission as it is in the abstract
admission: our abstract admission is unreserved
– we are irreducibly finite beings; but our applied admission is reserved –
yes, we are finite beings but we have reasons so good for what we see, what we
think, and what we do, that we are willing to exclude other possibilities for
seeing, thinking and doing in their defence. We act as if we are finite, not by
abandoning ourselves to our finitude but by raising ourselves above it, not
just by admitting our finitude but by denying it too.
But wait a moment. Is not this dual movement of admission and
denial not just another version of what we have described Watkins’ approach as
amounting to, that is, a combination of admitting the utterly finite nature of
things while positing an infinite future? It is not. For, there is a vast
difference, between the institutionalized, systematized, emptied-out
admission/denial of Watkins-style thinking; and the rich, variable, and productive
admission/denial of what I am recommending as the thinking of modern life.
In a short essay entitled ‘The Experience of Death,’ Gadamer
reflects on what he describes as ‘the gradual disappearance of the
representation of death in modern society.’ The funeral procession, once a common sight on the streets of our towns and
cities, is all but gone; the expectation that family members will die in their
homes or ours more or less unknown; the widespread use of morphine preventing
us even from the experience of our own death. But what has disappeared is not
straightforward, Gadamer warns. For, though, as he says, there are historical
records to indicate that death-rituals are older even than language itself,
what these records also show is that death-rituals, throughout history, share a
common refusal to acknowledge death as the end, a common reference to some form
of afterlife for the deceased. What has disappeared, then, is not a simple admission
of human finitude, but a richly and variously ritualised admission in the form
of denial, and denial in the form of admission. What we have today, says Gadamer,
is also admission of human finitude (secular societies have relinquished hopes
of the religious beyond) and denial of human finitude (secular societies
outsource their confrontation to institutions and pharmaceuticals), but our
admission and denial is brought to such ‘institutional perfection,’ as Gadamer
describes it, is so systematic, so
sterile, so emptied-out of content, that it amounts to what Virno calls the
abandonment without reserve to our finitude, combining a total relinquishment
of the rich mythologies of finitude with an infantile trust in institutions and
practices so vast and impersonal that they are taken to have a merit much more
than anything merely human. ‘As regards our enlightened cultural world,’ writes
Gadamer, ‘it is not inappropriate to speak of an almost systematic repression
of death,’ which is to say, an almost systematic, utterly unreserved,
abandonment to it.
What we require, then, is a way of thinking that is not
systematic in its admission/denial of our finitude, not sterile, not
emptied-out, but that is rich, ritualised, productive and fulsome in its
admission/denial of our finitude. The sterile futurism of our glass and steel
cities has its reprimand still in the crumbling eighteenth- and
nineteenth-century buildings it is gradually replacing, with their
modest-but-immodest ‘Clark and Bros.’ or such like, sculpted into the stone
lintel above the door. What is this, but an admission, with reserve, of human finitude, not refusing to nail one’s colours
to the mast in the knowledge that one’s colours will inevitably fade, but
acting in defiance of this fading and, by doing so, mastering it to some
degree. We must learn to think as the Victorians learned to build, etching our
thoughts and actions in stone and wagering they’ll outwit our finite existences.
*
The
forming and describing of impressions of
modern life is, then, one very effective way to think of modern life. Tiqqun,
who compiled ‘materials for a theory’ and never gave them ‘coherence’ but sent
them forth broad-blown and flush as May, explain this very well:
Except incorrectly speaking – which may be our
intention – the jumble of fragments that follows in no way comprise a theory.
They are materials accumulated randomly in encounters with, visits with, and
observation of YoungGirls; pearls extracted from their newspapers and
magazines; expressions gleaned in sometimes dubious circumstances, arranged in
no particular order. They are gathered here under approximate headings...a bit
of order had to be given to them. The decision to put them out like this, in
all their incompleteness, their contingent origins, with all the ordinary
excess of elements that would have comprised a nicely presentable theory if
they were polished, cleaned out, and whittled down, means choosing trash theory for once. The cardinal ruse
of theoreticians in general is that they present the result of their
elaborations in such a way as to make the elaboration
process itself no longer appear in them. In our estimation, this ruse
doesn’t work any more in the face of today’s...attention span fragmentation.
We’ve chosen a different one. Minds looking for moral comfort or for vice to
condemn will find in these scattered pages but roads that will lead them
nowhere. In fact we’re not so much trying to convert YoungGirls as we are
trying to trace out all the corners of a fractalized batttlefront of
YoungGirlization. And to supply the weapons for a hand to hand, blow by blow
fight, wherever you may find yourself.
*
There
is, however, another option than interpretation-as-impressionism, when it comes
to the thinking of modern life. And it is, utopianism,
but with a level of content and conviction to trump the infantilization and
inertia that Clark describes so well in
respect of the left. We might say, only dangerous
utopianism will now do, taking something from Zizek’s most recent
publication, which concedes something to Clark ’s
argument but then asks whether we cannot still have more. (See The Year of Dreaming Dangerously) Zizek’s answer is that we can, so long as we are willing and able to expand our
thinking into the realm of believing.
It is a dangerous game, of course, but it certainly affords us finite humans
the chance of reserving something from our finitude.
The
problem with Clark , according to Žižek, is
that his understanding of ‘future’ is truncated, limited to
the-future-that-comes-from-what-is-now (our
future, we might say) and closed to that other sense of ‘future,’
the-future-that-is-to-come, unpredictably
and miraculously (a future, we might say). Clark
is right to claim that we have no
future, Žižek accepts; our future,
after all, is almost entirely veiled against our capacities to anticipate it.
But there is still a future before
us, Žižek insists, a future that does
not merely follow from what is now but that comes from nowhere, as a bolt comes
from the heavens, marking a shift in the course of things of a kind that, by
definition, we can only imagine. Naturally, positing a future requires faith, Žižek admits. But not blind faith. Not an infantilizing
faith. And certainly not an inert faith. For, positing a future requires of us that we begin, actively, to interpret
events around us, aspects of modern life, as signs of a future, much as Kant, to whom Žižek refers, interpreted the
enthusiasm of those onlookers to the French Revolution as a sign of a future as progress and enlightenment. By so interpreting modern life as offering signs of a future, we will go to constitute a future, such that, though we may not have our future (finite beings that we are), we can have a future if we believe in it and perform
our belief.
At
the end of the eighteenth-century, Kant urged us all to act as if. His argument was that, though we (finite) humans can
never know that there is a grand
purpose to human existence, we can and must act
as if there is, in order for progress to ensue, making the most of those
occasions (for Kant, experiences of the beautiful and the sublime) on which it
really feels as if there is a great
purpose to human existence. For, the wonderful thing is that if we act as if there is a great purpose to
human existence, progress will ensue!
Therein lies the force of the experiment: we can reserve something from our
finitude by believing in something greater than it; we can transform our finite
perspective by actively imagining beyond it. It is a risky business, of course.
Progress, as Kant conceived of it (the advance of scientistic thinking and
acting), though it ensued from the experiment he persuaded us to, did not turn
out very well, arguably having given rise to the problems – of social,
political, economic and environmental collapse – that are defining of modern
life. But, it is worth another try, Žižek at least would convince us. And Clark , I think, would agree, with the single proviso that
we make sure to act as if our
imagined future already is, and not
merely as if it will be.
*
Modern
life issues the following imperative: put meat on the bones of our
interpretations and our utopias, so that we may resurrect the skeleton that has
been made by now of thought and of action. No doubt, this will seem barbarism,
irrational and incoherent, to our stripped-down secular way of thinking, but
rationalism and coherence have met their limit in the historical nature of
human existence, which can be admitted, fully, truly, only with some degree of
denial, only with some amount of reserve. Gadamer accepts that this would seem
to leave ‘thinking little space for its work of conceptual questioning,
grounding and justifying,’ but it is our task, in modern life, to make much of this little space, to make
a kingdom indeed of this nutshell, for it is the extent of our domain.
*
There is, however, one more feature of the thinking of modern
life, one more way in which we must put meat back on the bones of thought and
action, one more way in which we must reserve something from our finitude: the
reinstatement of the literal. ‘I was literally blown away by what she said,’
is a version of what is so common a turn of phrase nowadays, ‘literally’ now
most usually employed to introduce what is, in fact, a figure of speech! It is
as if the departure from the literal to the figurative is no longer expressive
enough, as if the literal must be reinvoked, but figuratively, for appropriate emphasis. And the upshot is nothing
less than modern life’s gradual relinquishment of the very notion of reality.
Just as interpretations have trickled down as style but not substance, and utopias
have trickled down as style but not substance, so reality too is trickling down
as style but not substance: the literal as figure; reality as turn of phrase.
In The Order of Things,
Foucault tells of the transformation that took place, through the seventeenth
and eighteenth centuries, from a world formed by the paradigm of ‘resemblance’
to a world formed by the paradigm of ‘representation.’ It is another in Foucault’s line of attempts to awaken in us a sense of the
historical, the tragic if you will, nature of reality and of truth, which, in a
world formed by the paradigm of ‘representation,’ have been taken to be the
very opposite of historical: reality is that against which we have long
understood the historical to stand forth (in all its merely finite humanness); and truth is that which we have defined
as the accurate representation of
reality.
But it was not always thus, Foucault would have us accept. In
an age previous to ours, the truth or otherwise of words was not dependent upon
the extent to which words represented things. On the contrary, words were things; that is, words
enjoyed a kind of reality that we
attribute only to things. Far from merely representing real things, words too
were real. Foucault writes:
In the sixteenth century, real
language is not a totality of independent signs, a uniform and unbroken entity
in which things could be reflected one by one, as in a mirror, and so express
their particular truths. It is rather an opaque and mysterious thing, closed in
upon itself, a fragmented mass, its enigma renewed in every interval, which
combines here and there with the forms of the world and becomes interwoven with
them: so much so that all these elements, taken together, form a network of
marks in which each of them may play, and does in fact play, in relation to all
the others, the role of content or of sign, that of secret or of indicator. In
its raw, historical sixteenth-century being, language is not an arbitrary
system; it has been set down in the world and forms a part of it, both because
things themselves hide and manifest their own enigma like a language and
because words offer themselves to men as things to be deciphered. The great
metaphor of the book that one opens, that one pores over and reads in order to
know nature, is merely the reverse and visible side of another transference,
and a much deeper one, which forces language to reside in the world, among the
plants, the herbs, the stones, and the animals.
The binary opposition of words and things is, then, a modern
invention, as Foucault tells it; in a previous time, things were like words,
insofar as they were signs to be interpreted on the basis of various modes of
resemblance between them and other signs, and words were like things, insofar
as they had properties unto themselves and not only by virtue of their
referential function. Words and things were, in effect, the same kind of thing!
During the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, however, this ‘profound
kinship of language with the world was dissolved.’ Henceforth, words said things, that is, words referred to things and were
nothing more than this referral.
But modern life is emerging from the cusp of another epochal
divide, as great indeed as that which Foucault describes as having taken place
during the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, a divide between The Age of
Representation, and an age in which the binary structure of word-and-things is
giving way to a unitary structure of words-and-more-words. This is The Age of Public Representation: in which words
are all-in-all, concern with their accurate or otherwise representation of things
increasingly anachronistic; in which that link between words and things, which
had appeared to us unbreakable, is broken; in which the gold-standard notions
of ‘reality’ and ‘realistic,’ have been dissolved.
Foucault describes the mode of being of language in The Age
of Resemblance as simultaneously ‘plethoric’ and ‘poverty-stricken’:
‘plethoric,’ because, without The Age of Representation’s real world to put a stay upon potential for meaning, meaning is
infinite, generated laterally, as it were, between words and words, and words
and things, and things and things, without any word or thing being capable, for
more than an instant, of operating as the guarantee or foundation of meaning;
and ‘poverty-stricken’ for precisely the same reason, precisely because no word
or thing can operate for more than an instant as the fountain of a wisdom that
is any deeper than the next formulation of words or arrangement of things. And
plethoric and poverty-stricken is our condition too, in our Age of Public
Representation, in which there has been an explosive increase in communications
proportionate to a dramatic decrease in the likelihood of their producing any real effect.
But, there is a crucial distinction between the mode of being
of words in The Age of Resemblance and the mode of being of words in The Age of
Public Representation. Foucault describes the binary relation of words and
things in The Age of Representation as having gradually replaced a ternary relation between word/things and
thing/words in The Age of Resemblance, in which the meaningfulness of any
relation always required to be grounded,
not, as in the Age of Representation, by a realm of things to which an
unassailable privilege was granted, but by a third element, which would, though
only momentarily and eminently assailably, guarantee some stability to the
relation. The structure for such grounding
was, as Foucault tells it, given by belief, in the Word of God, or of Nature,
which operated to install the (albeit ideal) principle of limitedness at the
heart of the otherwise endless proliferations of meaning that characterized the
age. We might say that The Age of Representation secularized that limit,
positing a real world of things as the unchanging grounding principle, and altering
the ternary relation to a binary one. But our age, The Age of Public
Representation, has relinquished even the secular limit, thus returning us to
The Age of Resemblance but without the principle of limitedness that gave to
that age its depth. Hence, the unitary, flattened-out character of meaning in
modern life, which grows, like the capitalism with which it is inextricably
bound, ‘with no point of departure, no end, and no promise.’
*
Paolo Virno describes the conventional mode of living and
working (I would add: and of thinking) of modern life, as virtuosic. For Virno, the lack of an end to which our activity is oriented, together with
the quintessentially public nature of work and of life (and of thought), means
that we are all now in the mode of performers, active but non-productive,
communicative because non-productive, active insofar as we are communicative.
In other words, since we no longer typically make the things we use (clothes,
for example), and since we no longer typically do very many of the things we
talk about (eat family meals, for example), all we have are our communications
about the making of things and the doing of things. To those still in the mode
of things (those yet to have gone public), these communications
appear as substitutes and therefore as painful to witness; to such people,
communications about things can never substitute for the things themselves.
But, to those who have gone public,
these communications are glorious, and necessary. Without them, there would be
nothing. They are the stuff of our times, not merely substitutes for the (lack
of) stuff of our times. Which makes those of us who are of modern life into virtuousi,
whose activity amounts to the occasioning of the witnessing of our activity...
And Watkins, and Clark too, are not exempt. The one glaring
omission from both their reflections on the claim that we have no future is any
consideration of the literal meaning
of that claim. The evidence is underdetermining, of course, but authorities
across the field now tell us, and have been telling us for some time, that the
impact of global warming on the near future of our planet is set to be
catastrophic; for many of us seven billion, it is literally true that we have
no future. But neither Watkins nor Clark confronts this literal prospect. And, in this, they are truly of their time, which
seems to talk and talk about ‘climate change’ without generating any sense that
it has real implications. In fact, it
is the topic of all others to suffer from virtuosity, that is, from the
interpretational and utopian styles
that have come to define modern life, with any sense of a real problem being
utterly buried in a maniacal focus on the multiplicity
of opinions on the topic and an infantile trust that it will all be all right
in the end.
What is very interesting in this regard is that Watkins, in
her desire to reject the implications of Clark’s tragic perspective, does strike forth from her fundamentally
interpretationist style to invoke a literal
truth. In the face of Auschwitz, she
says, Clark ’s view of history as shaped by the
war of good with good cannot stand up; for, ‘that would be to impute some good
to the perpetrators, some “ethical substance” to their deeds.’ But here we have
a real sign of our times, a case of the literal as the greatest figure of all.
Certainly, Watkins is not the first to claim for Auschwitz
the status of ‘literal’ in the midst of proliferating figures. (See, for example, Lyotard's 'The Sign of History') But it will not now do. For Auschwitz , with
its accompanying mantra of ‘never again,’ has operated by now to efface so many
real atrocities, that it is one of the most powerful figures of our time. Auschwitz is
not our literal. As it is used by
Watkins, it is our figure for the literal. Meanwhile, there is a situation
building that has long since demanded the kind of respect that only a literal truth can command. ‘There is a
reality out there, and it is catching up with us fast...’
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