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Unlived life

Tuesday, November 11th, 2008

The decision between theism and antitheism is not a matter of fact but of what it is possible to believe. Quentin Meillassoux introduces the “spectral dilemma” as an aporia which renders the matter undecidable. Meillassoux characterises theism and antitheism as defenses against a despair which would dissolve the very capacity for belief. This despair emanates from the “odious deaths” of those who have met their end prematurely, whose death is not the proper conclusion of a life but its violent curtailment. The “odious” death leaves a part of life unlived, a part which separates itself from the dead and visits itself upon the living as a spectre. Meillassoux calls “spectral mourning” the unlife of the spectre, which consumes the living and afflicts them with despair (odium).

Spectral mourning is mourning which cannot accomplish the task of mourning, which is to separate what can be incorporated from what must be buried. The theist demands that there exist a God in whom the unlived life of the dead can be lived: a God who can transcendently incorporate the spectre, removing the burden of impossible incorporation from the living. But for the antitheist, belief in such a God is more horrifying even than unbelief, since the odium of violent death is thereby sacralised: God not only passively permits suffering but in incorporating the spectre is wholly perverted by it, becoming an evil deity who feasts on death. Anonymous extinction is a better fate than the “spiritual death” of being worshipfully absorbed in the presence of such a deity, who insists that the evils of mortal existence be finally understood as tokens of his love.

Both the theist and the antitheist seek to remove the spectre from the domain of the living, to assign the unlived life of the dead either to transcendent incorporation in the divine or to the permanent oblivion of extinction. The hope of each is the despair of the other. The resolution proposed by Meillassoux is, in brief, that a divinity should come to exist that could accomplish the restitution desired by the theist while remaining innocent of the violence and suffering that necessitated it. The unlived life of the dead would, by a causeless stroke of contingency, be lived by them in the eternal presence of this new divinity, without entailing the prior supposition of a divine purpose necessitating their odious deaths.

A premise of Marxist economic theory, in particular of the Labour Theory of Value, is that exploitation is odious: the “surplus value” extracted from workers is a part of their life (that is, of their labour) which is taken from them and not returned. Not only is the working life of the worker actively curtailed by exhaustion and immiseration, but even the life he has left is not lived to the full inasmuch as he never enjoys the full fruits of his labours. Labour, in this account, is an aspect of the worker’s life, of his vital essence qua worker. Alienated labour is thus a form of unlived life, of life stolen from the living: this is the odium of capital, that the very “value” it creates and circulates testifies to the curtailment, the diminishment of human vital capacity.

The spectral appears as such only when life is able to be separated from the living: when the living are compelled to live less than the whole of the life that is properly theirs. In cultural terms, for example, “hauntology” denotes a staging of the spectral return of concepts and figures that are thought to have died before their time. The implicit model is one of cultural life as something separable from the actual appearance and disappearance (according to fashion and ideological expediency) of the concepts and figures that bear it. The hauntological artifact performs a role analogous to that of Meillassoux’s inexistent divinity: arising out of the intrinsic non-necessity of the symbolic order (the impasses of its attempts to naturalise or ontologically stabilize itself), it produces a new figure of the old – an apparition, a revenant – within which the unlived life of the cultural spectre can be incorporated.

Hauntology can thus be distinguished from nostalgia, which like the antitheist’s evil deity entreats us to love precisely that which, in the present moment, is most responsible for the destruction of that which it commemorates (the implicit message of the now familiar nostalgia TV shows is always that we have “moved on”, and that our enjoyment of the past is predicated upon our having arrived at a superior vantage point from which to survey it). But this distinction rests on the extent to which the hauntological revenant resists naturalization, resists representing its own appearance as necessary and thereby retroactively justifying the destruction of what went before. Hauntology certainly cannot be a “cultural logic”, or a programme for the revitalization of culture.

Perhaps the more serious problem is the extent to which, at least in the account I have given of it, hauntology remains tied to a vitalist schema: the spectral as “unlived life” can only exist to the extent that “life” is separable from the actual process of living. One retort to Meillassoux’s spectral mourner might be that no death is truly “odious” in the manner she laments: living organisms die when they die, and while their suffering is regrettable it leaves no surplus of unexpressed vital potential, no immaterial substance out of which the body of a spectre might be formed. Likewise to the Marxist: while it is unjust if the worker does not receive all to which his labours entitle him, all this talk of “alienation” amounts to treating labour power as a kind of phlogiston, expended in the process of manufacturing and somehow adhering to its products. (There is a rhetoric along these lines organized around the vital essence concentrated in the sweat of workers’ brows). Why, in short, should we hope for something for the dead other than their deaths? What more could possibly be done for them?

We could give a weak answer to these questions, to the effect that we would wish to conserve the moral force of spectral mourning – which at least has the virtue of recognizing that immiseration, exploitation and premature death are truly terrible things with an enduring claim on our ethical awareness. But it is not clear that the vitalist schema that sustains the spectral apparition does not, finally, lead to a misrecognition of just what it is about these things that is so terrible. Is it altogether certain that the best thing in life is to live life more “fully”, to live for longer and thus realize more of one’s vital potential? Is life a good in itself, such that its restraint, diminution or curtailment is necessarily evil? Vitalism goes hand in hand with affirmationism, with the assumption that more is, in and of itself, better. But if I were to make a complaint about my own life as it is lived at present, and is likely to be lived for the remainder of its duration, it would not be that I am not living as fully as I might wish, but rather that too much of my life is spent in the service of goods and too little in the service of the Good. And by “the Good” I do not mean my own impeccably virtuous vital inner flame.

Perhaps there is another basis on which we can identify the odiousness of a life that at no point coincides with the Good, that is dominated and snuffed out by callousness, greed and violence. Rather than a part of life unlived, the figure of our mourning would represent a non-vital (or vitally-indifferent) Good unattested to in a life cruelly reduced to bare survival. No longer a figure of life-death, but a figure of indifference to vitality: not crossing the boundary between the dead and the living, but undecidable in terms of the categories of life and death. Every true Good entails indifference to death, being a process in which the fallen and the unfallen are equally – indifferently – incorporated. What we should seek to recover from the political and cultural projects of the past is not their squandered vitality, but their abandoned fidelity.

Glossing the void

Thursday, October 30th, 2008

Glossator’s Call For Proposals requesting commentaries on black metal is a stimulating read in its own right. I dimly recall from my literary studies some text in praise of glossing (glozing?), which propounded an infinity of glosses upon glosses, an opaque lacquering of commentary. Nicola must surely know which one I mean (or perhaps there is an entire genre of commendations/comminations of glozing, glosses upon glossing?).

The Critics strip in this month’s Viz certainly upholds a conventionally bathetic view of blogging as glozing, and of glozing as flattering dissimulation – confined, ultimately, to the ouroborean finitude of “court circles” or little cliques of mutual admirers rather than spreading out unpredictably and uncontainably in a spider’s web of significance. What’s interesting about the blogosphere as currently constituted is that it does both: you get stable circuits of people chuntering away back and forth about each other’s posts, but also sudden (and sometimes brilliantly calculated) interventions and disturbances which can create tremendous excitement and busyness and bring all sorts of hitherto disconnected or mutually indifferent people to each other’s attention.

Is Yngwie the Boss?

Thursday, October 28th, 2004

In YngwieWorld, Yngwie is the boss. He’s like the boss at the end of the level, who breathes purple fire and executes devastatingly precise phrygian dominant runs. His very perm is deadly to behold. Can you beat him? Have you collected enough Spinning Medallions?

Yngwie’s stuff is bloody good fun to play, and great fun to imitate too (it doesn’t take long to get the gist). I don’t have a vibrato that wide, just like I don’t sit down on public benches with my legs at a 120 degree angle to each other (is this physically possible? in leather trousers?). There will never be an English Yngwie. There is undoubtedly already a Japanese Yngwie, however; and maybe an Indian Yngwie too.

Here are some reasons to celebrate Yngwie that have nothing to do with the vagaries of cool, or the recent fad for so bad it’s good inverted-inverted-snobbery:

  • Melody. He writes a good ‘un. Quick, hum me a Greg Howe tune…
  • Tone, clarity, emotion. As shredders go, Yngwie has always had a raw, present, exciting sound.
  • There is more to Yngwie than the signature licks everyone copped off him in the eighties…
  • …but he still plays those licks, because they’re still worth playing. You don’t complain when BB King plays something you’ve heard BB King play before, do you?
  • Yngwie is actually a great improviser – the fact that he improvises within a fairly narrowly-defined musical space shouldn’t detract from this. A lot of jazz guys rely on a few basic harmonic rules of thumb to get around, too.
  • Yngwie is still Yngwie – heroically undiscouraged, he’s never fallen into the trap of trying to make something his detractors will approve of.

So the short answer is: maybe he isn’t the Boss, but Yngwie is definitely Boss.

Playing over the “Rhythm Changes” – 1

Thursday, October 21st, 2004

Here are a few (somewhat loosely) tetrachord-based ideas. The 7th chords are mostly harmonized with notes from the super-locrian scale (G# natural minor for G7, F# natural minor for F7 and so on).

The powertab source files can be obtained by clicking on the staves.

Rhythm changes solo, part 1

Rhythm changes solo, part 2

Fours and Threes

Wednesday, October 20th, 2004

Alternating four- and three-note pentatonic patterns create a nice bubbling effect.

Fours and Threes, first section

Fours and Threes, second section

I had originally thought to set tab with Lilypond, and might yet get round to doing so. But in the mean time, Powertab is more than good enough. What would be ideal would be a converter between the two – something like ptabtools, but compiled for Windows.

Kramer Focus 111s

Tuesday, October 12th, 2004

A Korean (or in the case of the one I got, Chinese) strat copy. Amazingly cheap ($84.99). You get what you pay for, as far as bits and pieces like the pegs, trem, selector, pots and pickups are concerned. But it’s well put-together, the neck’s quite decent, and after an hour or so of playing the hell out of it I really started to like the thing.

13 years ago I bought a Squier Strat, which cost me more than twice as much even then. I’d say the Kramer was definitely a match for that instrument in terms of quality. I preferred the finish on the Squier, which was a deep red – the Kramer is a sort of spangly electric blue, which I can live with. On the other hand, the Kramer has the better trem system. And they do make them in with other finishes.

If you live in the US, you can get the Kramer from MusicYo.com. I actually found it good value to buy from them and pay the cost of having it imported to the UK; even after shipping and duty, it came in at under £100.

It’s as good a starter guitar as any I’ve played, and an acceptable backup for my Aria semi (more than a backup, really, as it provides a single-coil twang I could never get out of my main instrument). Did I mention how amazingly cheap it was? Must be some ethically horrendous sweatshop labour involved at some point, surely…