the book club: January 2008 Archives

"the literal truth"

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from Earthseed (Parable of the Sower):


God is Power --
Infinite,
Irresistible,
Inexorable,
Indifferent.
And yet, God is Pliable --
Trickster,
Teacher,
Chaos,
Clay.
God exists to be shaped.
God is Change.

I met David in the department computer lab yesterday. "So, you don't believe in authenticity, do you?"

Nice to meet you, too! :-)

Of course I do. Authenticity is, for me, an experience not a label, a lived moment of phenomenological alignment when the energies that compose "me" merge in concordance with the energies of a situation and other involved persons, ideas - the context. I think of "peak experiences" and the experience of "flow."

My authentic moments usually won't match anyone else's, in substance or in timing - everyone will experience their own authenticity distinctly. This is why shared moments are so powerful (hmmm, which is why I am so interested in them as events with the potential to change reality - see problematic moments - and so drawn to them personally as a source of incredible nurturance. I want more!)

As I muse on this, I think there may be two "categories" of phenomenological authenticity, one that is dialectically structured and one that is dialogically intentional. The former is reactive to social structure (see a negative example of coming into alignment based on a valence (intra/interpersonal attractive force) to soak up a certain strand of environmental and communicative dynamic interaction) and the latter is empowered, coming from a deliberate and conscious turning or utilization of recognized valences into a force that acts back on the dialectical conditioning.

(btw - I'm in a thick swamp attempting to distinguish dialogical from dialectical. Neither process has control over the outcome, but to subsume "dialogue" under "dialect" is to accept a singular structuration for all of human society. No, thanks.)

Letting Books Go (2)

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“Change is ongoing. Everything changes in some way—size, position, composition, frequency, velocity, thinking, whatever. Every living thing, every bit of matter, all the energy in the universe changes in some way. I don’t claim that everything changes in every way, but everything changes in some way.”
Lauren (p. 218)
Parable of the Sower
Octavia Butler

After Dachau, Daniel Quinn
A Child’s Christmas in Wales, Dylan Thomas
Museum of Islamic Art, State Museums of Berlin Prussian Cultural Property
Snow Crash, Neal Stephenson
How to Think about Weird Things, Theodore Schick, Jr & Lewis Vaugn
The Singing Life of Birds, Donald Kroodsma
Memory is the Other Language of Light, Rax Rinnekangas
Cities in Flight, James Blish
The Voice of the Earth, Theodore Roszak
A Wrinkle in Time, A Wind in the Door, A Swiftly Tilting Planet, Many Waters, Madeline L’Engle
Honky, Dalton Conley
Crazy Horse and Custer, Stephen E. Ambrose
Letters to a Portuguese Nun, Myriam Cyr
Dzelarhons, Anne Cameron
Child of Her People, Anne Cameron
The Sacred Hoop, Paula Gunn Allen
Zami: A New Spelling of my Name, Audre Lorde
Playing in the Dark, Toni Morrison
Aquarium Fish, DK Publishing
A Call to Conscience: The Landmark Speeches of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr
Snow, Orhan Pamuk
Writing Down the Bones, Natalie Goldberg
Aloft, Chang Rae Lee
Soldier, June Jordan
Vasistha’s Yoga, Swami Venkatesananda (assigned by Enoch Page)
Jayber Crow, Wendell Berry
Eleanor Roosevelt, Vol 2, Blanche Wiesen Cook
Atatürk: The Rebirth of a Nation, Patrick Kinross
The Secret Life of Saeed, Emile Habiby
Women’s Bodies, Women’s Wisdom, Christiane Northrup
Wouldn’t Take Nothing for My Journey Now, Maya Angelou
Hawks in Flight, Pete Dunne, David Sibley & Clay Sutton
Loose Woman, Sandra Cisneros (autographed by the author)
The Skull Measurer’s Mistake, Sven Lindqvist
Origami Bridges, Diane Ackerman
The Carnivorous Carnival, Lemony Snicket
Comstock Women, Ronald M. James & Elizabeth Raymond (editors)
Wounds of Passion, bell hooks
The Last Report on the Miracles at Little No Horse, Louise Erdrich
The Hour of the Star, Clarice Lispector
In the Wilderness: Coming of Age in Unknown Country, Kim Barnes
Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen (analyzed by Zizek)
Lifting Belly, Gertrude Stein
Cloudstreet, Tim Winton
American Indian Myths and Legends, Richard Erdoes & Alfonso Ortiz (editors) (critiqued by Hymes)
Small Wonder, Barbara Kingsolver (Prodigal Summer)
In the Presence of Fear, Wendell Berry
Native Family, Edward S. Curtis
King Arthur in the East Riding, Simon Armitage
The Me in the Mirror, Connie Panzarino
Angel’s Town, Ralph Cintron
Women without Class, Julie Bettie
Purchasing Power, Elizabeth Chin
Nickel and Dimed, Barbara Ehrenreich
The War on the Poor, Randy Albelda, Nancy Folbre & The Center for Popular Economics
Freaks of Nature, John Callahan
Do What He Says! He’s Crazy!!! John Callahan
Half and Half, Claudine Chiawei O’Hearn (editor)
Notes of a Native Son, James Baldwin
Indian Killer, Sherman Alexie
A Window Across the River, Brian Morton
Illywhacker, Peter Carey
All About Love, bell hooks


Music: shantel – inside

hyperempathy

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Guilty as charged. :-/

A friend last night told me that that approximately 80% of what I write makes sense, but there's 20% when I lose her. That happened somewhere in the middle of reading yesterday's post. We hypothesized: boring? Lack of transition or context? Possibly, we mused, I wander too deep into my own mind, and simply do not make the links apparent - such writing is then "not a finished product," which can throw a reader off or away from the communication I attempt.

A few days earlier, another friend caught my systemic misspelling of Colombia and let me know (for which I am grateful, thanks). I was using the US version, Columbia, which refers to a different place and (obviously) invokes a much different context. Less obviously, but nonetheless apparent to a close reader, is what such a basic mistake reveals about me as an outsider. Just now, I'm up for a bit of self-chastising, as a pithy reviewer of television coverage of the US presidential campaign quotes Mark Twain:

...somewhere he said that “only presidents, editors and people with tapeworm have the right to use the editorial ‘we.’”

Dang. The thing is, I invoke "we" deliberately, as an act of membering, an attempt to constitute belonging. I started doing so, consciously and with intention, at last fall's second Dialogue under Occupation conference, which took place in Abu Dis, Palestine. I want to insist on a base level of togetherness among everyone who has participated in either of the first two conferences as a foundation for a community focused on tangible changes in entrenched institutional systems. There is no reason not to extend the boundary of "we" to include peace activists and change agents in Colombia and elsewhere in the world. The trick, as I was able to articulate a week or so after the conference, is to name violence without doing more.

Did you follow the link? I suspect this could be one place where I lose readers. Yesterday, for instance, I referenced a graduate level communication seminar on Language as Action and Performance. This link is not as straightforward as the one above concerning how we need to stop talking violence into inevitability. You have to notice, in today's instance, that the link feeds to a whole category of posts that I have related to each other through the label Language. Geez, even as I am explaining this (to myself as well, grin) I can see how much labor I hope you are willing to undertake. :-/ (Sorry!) The thing is, I am trying to work an epistemology, and I am still learning how to convert true beliefs into knowledge. (Another friend informs me that real philosophers limit the object/referent of "epistemology" to propositional knowledge, thereby excluding the how. My exposure to the term via pedagogy (education) and sociology will not allow a separation between the process and the outcome. Anthony Giddens' structuration theory describes this merger, and his distinction between practical consciousness and discursive consciousness explicates the interaction between "the how" of coming to know and "the what" of knowing.)

Giddens postulates a dynamic interplay between "practical consciousness" (tacit, take-for-granted knowledge) and "discursive consciousness" (knowledge/reasons that can be verbally articulated) as social agents reflexively monitor and rationalize their activities/practices. Practical consciousness is emphasized to a greater extent in this process, however, since it is linked directly with the casual mastery of routines....

In addition to the theoretical precepts which I am actively attempting to put into conscious and deliberate, "performative" action, there is the whole unique history of me as an embodied human being with particular experiences of social life and relationships. As much as I try to think "out from" myself as a person with agency to influence events and meanings, I also attend "inward" to the ways I react and then respond to events and the meanings I make of them. The conditioned dialectical interactions are what I want to shift from the dominant external power of established structure to an internal force of dialogical interaction that both recognizes my freedom to move variably within a range and concentrate my energies on a specific structural feature where I sense possibilities for a turn from one trajectory to another.


As I watched myself (over the past few days) feel and try to articulate some humanity for the other side, for the enemy, I realized that I always do this. I did this two years ago when Israel began bombing Lebanon and many of my friends burst into outrage. Yes yes yes, the bombing was wrong and unconscionable. The reasons for the attack are not justifiable under any ethical rubric. And - to use words that demonize all Israelis by casually conflating the policies of the government with the individual choices of citizens is a language trap. I think the same dynamic applies to Farc. As awful, horrific and devastating as their actions have been on the nearly one thousand individuals kidnapped, and miserable and agonizing as the pain ripples have been, we - not a royal imposition, but a self-selected cadre of compassionate people - have to manage not to throw our resulting pain back into the world, even onto those who elicit it.

I believe we must learn to manage our own pain, because I have been guilty of acting mine out on beloved others and observing the devastating effects. Sometimes, the guilt and depression are overwhelming. In fact, being able to throw myself into a support network on behalf of a friend was a means for surviving a severe bout that struck the same day as I learned of Ana and Alf's kidnapping. Would I have devoted so much energy if I was not so desperately trying, myself, to survive? I cannot say. What I can say, is that - having done so - my commitment is real.

(Note: the title bar is also a link.)

weird twist of synchrony

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I'm receiving quite an education about Farc while learning more about myself as a participant in discourses. Two of Alf and Ana's friends have commented on my susceptibility to rhetoric. I need to be firm in my response although I very much hope we can continue to dialogue, even if dialogue with Farc is an impossibility.

First, Juan and Javier, No! It is not that I believe in the words as a reflection of Farc's actual intentions. I do know better than that. My initial info came from the wikipedia links posted at Thorny Days, not from any of Farc's own self-representations (which is not to assume the wikipedia entry wasn't originally made by a Farc member, however I do choose to exercise some trust that some compilation of minds with different political perspectives have checked out and contributed to the wikipedia entry). My view is more complicated, and my words are carefully chosen. I knew some of my thoughts were risky, but this is just it, yes? We live in risky times; how will we confront our own fears? How can we possibly manage our own pain?

Yesterday I began to read a book for my own dissertation research proposal: Stories in the Time of Cholera. The professor in a course I took last fall on "Language as Action and Performance" mentioned this anthropologically-based discourse analysis as a powerful demonstration of the power of language to shape horrific realities. The authors trace the institutional use of cultural reasoning to create and justify medical profiling,

"document[ing] the mechanisms through which denigrating images are generated through specific institutional practices and in response to concrete organizational crises, presented for public consumption, used in creating widely shared perceptions of people and events, and made the center of public policy" (2003: xvi).

I had not realized, before beginning to read, that the cholera epidemic was in Venezuela, and not too long ago (early 1990s). I was struck immediately by the rhetoric blaming Colombia (which is weird, since the Orinoco Delta is on the opposite national border, near Guyana). The deft analysis of the authors in showing how everyone's talk about the Warao and other indígenas contributed to 500 deaths is absolutely compelling and scarily discouraging - how can such deliberately de-personalized forces ever be countered? Through the framework of medical profiling, the authors show how the words and stories of politicians, journalists, and even health care professionals create a racialized tiering of sanitary citizens and unsanitary subjects, thus pre-creating the rationale for the co-constructed inevitability of failure to prevent the cholera epidemic.
What we are part of, HereAndNow - me as an absolute newcomer, and "you" (specifically any who have suffered because of Farc, and particularly those who know Alf and Ana) - is "The Talk" that will determine the parameters of possibility for the future. Now, I needed to know the depth of the pain and passion of which Juan wrote. The words were effective: I had nightmares of rape last night. I am absolutely grateful for the education and the respectful tone, despite the obvious upset triggered by my words. We all need to be able to say "the hard words," we cannot afford to run what Briggs and Briggs-Mantini describe as "the risks of leaving hard words out of the story" (xviii). So I hope none of you will stop confronting me on my misconceptions, ignorances, and even sheer idiocies. I cannot meet my own ethical standards if you do not insist on trying to shape them. Please do not let me off the hook.

At the same time, I believe how we characterize the real human beings who do make up the membership of Farc matters. I do not on any level agree with or condone their actions. But, let me just jump off on one of the starker facts: the forced conscription of eleven-year-old boys. Horrific, inhumane, unjust, yes. We can apply every epithet to that behavior and be correct. But what about those eleven-year-old-boys who have now grown into the young men composing some percentage of Farc's "armed forces"? They had to survive, didn't they?

How long and how persistently will we insist on punishing them for the fate they have had to live? Understand me, I am not excusing their actions. And - I refuse to put myself on some higher moral plane simply because I've never had to face the choice of killing someone or dying myself. Perhaps as an adult, now, I might, maybe, be able to take the ultimate stand and risk surrendering my own life rather than take another's. As a child? Who among us can honestly make that claim? I am sure there are some, I do not intend to diminish anyone with that bedrock altruistic clarity. In reality, though, I think those individuals are truly rare.

No, I'm not suggesting any kind of blanket amnesty. I am saying that we must invent ways of talking that maintain some acknowledgment of humanity on the other side. Evil, as Hannah Arendt has tragically explained, is banal. And, perhaps we are not all susceptible, and/or can even break out of it despite socialization. If there is this chance, is it not the best and most effective way to insert an intervention that might actually cause the larger dynamics to shift? Meanwhile, we - injured and afraid - must not forget the common core of human instincts from which any abuse of power emanates. I do not say we excuse; I do not even say we go so far as to forgive. I do say we must understand, and from this understanding forge a better way.


seeds...

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(not that I have time for pleasure reading these days)


All that you touch
You Change.

All that you Change
Changes you.

The only lasting truth
Is Change.

God
Is Change.



Earthseed: The Books of the Living
Parable of the Sower
Octavia E. Butler

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