Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Ireland's Investment Strike


A very interesting article here by Michael Burke on the current shambles that is the Irish economy and the government's rescue plans (although the term "shambles" obscures the fact that the government knows exactly what it's doing):

The crisis of the economy and of the banking sector, as well as a potentially looming crisis in the balance of payments all have the same primary source. Bank lending to private sector developers and other speculators has brought about a ruinous situation for the Irish economy, its banks and the level of its foreign debt. These issues need to be confronted head-on, and any policy prescriptions which do not are sure to end in failure.

Irish Government's Response to the Crisis

The coalition government of the Irish Republic, comprised of Fianna Fail and the Green Party, has set out its policy response to the economic and banking crisis. Perhaps it is the catastrophic scope of recent of events which has led policy in a Biblical direction. Whatever the cause, the government's stance is summarised in Matthew 4:25, "For whoever has, to him more shall be given; and whoever does not have, even what he has shall be taken away from him."

The thrust of policy is to bail out bank shareholders and large-scale property developers by using taxpayer funds. This represents a transfer of wealth from the poor to the rich, on a very large scale. The two planks of the policy have been an austerity Budget and the proposed establishment of the National Asset Management Agency (NAMA). This Agency will purchase banks' bad debts owed by property developers and speculators, paid for by issuing bonds, ultimately covered by Irish taxpayers.

The two aspects of the government's stance are clearly linked. Their main aim is to rescue the greatest possible amount of private capital from the economic and financial wreckage, with Irish taxpayers picking up the bill. At the same time, the enormous levels of debt associated with NAMA (at least Euros 54bn in bond issues have been suggested) are offered as justification for large-scale cuts in government spending, including on social welfare and other provisions.

Austerity Budget

The Emergency Budget unveiled in April focused on reducing social spending in a series of measures that included a raid on state employees' pensions, pay cuts, job losses and reductions in welfare spending. At the same time, taxes were also increased. As outlined above, the automatic increase in government spending was one of the few bright spots on the economic horizon.

Now, to replace that with an austerity budget in the depth of recession is, at least, a high risk strategy. According to Finance Minister Lenihan, the combined total of spending cuts in the Emergency Budget and previous public sector pay cuts amounts to Euros 3.3bn. In addition, tax increases announced in April amount to an estimated Euros 1.8bn [10]. This represents a fiscal tightening of 3% of GDP. Given that the economy is already contracting at double digit rates, this represents a gross overreaction, effectively ensuring that the 'cure' is as bad as the disease. Worse, the tax increases are not progressive ones, aimed at higher income groups or the wealthy, but aimed at the poorest in society (along with a halving of the jobseekers' allowance, which is explicitly aimed at young workers).

While these policies could easily be criticised in terms of morality or justice, they also make no economic sense. If it is accepted that taxes have to rise at some point to stabilise government finances, it is imperative now that these do not fall on the poor, as they have a far greater propensity to consume their income, which is precisely what is needed during recession. By contrast, sheltering the rich from tax rises merely increases their ability to save, or to purchase luxury goods.

NAMA

The leadership of the FF/Green coalition government has argued that the austerity budget is a necessary measure to stabilise government finances. But the proposed NAMA legislation threatens to overwhelm government finances entirely.

The outline of the plan is reasonably straightforward. At the time of writing the proposed legislation is being debated in the Dail. The government intention is that NAMA will be established in order to purchase up to Euros 77bn in bad debts from the banks, relieving them of this burden on their balance sheets. For reference, Euros this is over 42% of Ireland's 2008 GDP, and, given the contraction in the economy, will be a greater proportion of 2009 GDP. The government will issue at least 54bn in bonds to pay the banks for these bad debts, that is, the debt will owed by Irish taxpayers. The government claims that this discount or 'haircut' represents a potential bargain for taxpayers, while admitting that it is overpaying for the assets by at least Euros 7bn. Of this Euros 54bn total, the government admits that Euros 9bn will be eaten up by loans where the borrowers have already defaulted. The plan is highly controversial because many commentators expect the eventual losses to be much greater, leaving the bill with taxpayers. It has also been suggested that the resources of the National Pension Reserve Fund be used in part to fun NAMA.

Yet, as we have previously shown, it would be possible to restore a function banking system and to alleviate the worst effects of the downturn by taking control of the leading elements of the property and construction industries. In this way it would be wholly unnecessary to compensate either bankrupt property developers or bank shareholders in order to revive economic activity and restore the provision of credit to viable businesses. As even the big home builders have pointed out, NAMA does nothing even to ensure that builders have any working capital over the next 6 to 9 months. NAMA is a gargantuan error, completely missing the main transmission processes which could restore economic and financial stability.


Very Interesting


A multipage article by Pedro Sánchez and Gord Westmacott in Canadian magazine The Walrus discusses the problems facing leftist governments in South America. After a five-page nation-by-nation account, they conclude:

So, despite an undeniable rise in popular political expression across the region, nothing in Latin America is certain. “What’s happening,” argues Larry Birns, director of the Washington-based Council on Hemispheric Affairs, “is that the poor — which was an inert political factor, an inert sociological factor — has become a hotbed of rising expectations. What you’re seeing in Latin America is a kind of new political law emerging from the street — if you defraud us on running on a campaign agenda, if you use your platform to simply get into office and then dismiss it, then the people have a right to recall the election by hitting the streets.” For now, the populist wave has cast its lot with the democratic left. But populist movements have a long history of flying any number of flags of political convenience, from doctrinaire Marxism to military dictatorships. Such movements also show a persistent and problematic willingness to blindly deliver their collective power into the waiting hands of a caudillo, the archetypal and charismatic strongman, the father figure who is not always benevolent.

In Macondo, the residents fought valiantly against the hundred years of solitude that threatened to engulf their town. They experienced blissful moments, moments of magic and miracle, but all was ultimately lost. Today, in Caracas and Montevideo, in Buenos Aires and Brasília, the people are demanding a different ending to their own story.


What made me laugh, though, was the lone, anonymous comment.

Poor Taste or Modern Ballet?



The November issue of Dance magazine reports on Stephen Mills's Light/The Holocaust & Humanity Project, performed by Pittsburgh Ballet Theater as the centerpiece of its 40th-anniversary season. The work deals directly with the Holocaust, which is presented from the perspective of the victims, according to Mills. Mills, who is not Jewish and has some misgivings about creating Light, believes that there is an urgency to the project because soon there will be no more survivors with firsthand accounts.

Yes, from the perspective of the victims. As you can see above.

Bloody Prima Donnas


Birmingham's just not good enough for some people.

In the highly competitive upper echelons of the ballet world, what Clara Blanco did several years ago is almost unheard of.

In 2006, the San Francisco Ballet corps member quit the company and headed for England’s Birmingham Royal Ballet. A year later, she was eager, if not desperate, to return to San Francisco.


. . .

The Birmingham year did afford Blanco the opportunity to perform in major ballets by Ashton and MacMillan, who are rarely represented in SFB’s repertory. But she hated the weather in the English city (“I think it rained 300 days that year”) and the touring, and wasn’t prepared for the rigid casting system. (“You are not permitted to do roles until dancers with more seniority have performed them first.”)


Since when was ballet performed outdoors, you whining prancer?

Good news for Sookie Stackhouse


French woman marries her dead fiancé.

The Burning Question


Will Britt Ekland be dancing nude at his cremation?

Monday, November 16, 2009

Which Is Why Channel M Gave Him His Own Show

Congratulations to John Robb and the students of Salford University.

Friday, November 13, 2009

The Raffles Of Timperley



The run of luck that has seen me collect 5 (and a half) bodies of Little Frank in various raffles continued at last night's Frank Sidebottom show at The Salutation. A last minute decision to pop along after seeing Airborne Toxic Event at The Ritz was rewarded with the winning of the above Amoeba Frank ball puzzle.Aren't you jealous?

It's Friday. Let's Boogie!



Wilco - California Stars

A Brief Message for Anyone Who Works in Marketing


Kill Yourself.


No. Seriously.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Pedigree Chum


I recall reading somewhere that in medieval Russia, caviar was so plentiful it was part of the staple diet of peasants and only acquired its cachet as stocks declined and it became a relative rarity, suggesting that taste has less to do with refinement than simple supply and demand. I was reminded of this minor detail of history by this sidebar in the latest issue of Mother Jones magazine on the rebranding of fish species. Anyone for Slimehead?

Kicking Ngog Around


Rafa speaks: "It was a pity to score with a penalty that maybe wasn't a penalty. It is not fair sometimes but we have had a lot of things go against us this season and we deserved more from this game."

So that's alright then. Any supposed prior injustice justifies cheating. Glad to have had that cleared up finally.

Monday, November 09, 2009

What is the Secret of Great Comedy?


Pat Leahy in yesterday's Sunday Business Post:

Former president Mary Robinson was expressing her disappointment last week about how few women are involved in politics at a senior level in this country.

"I am disappointed at the number of women in parliament in Ireland in both houses of the Oireachtas," the former president told Claire Byrne on the Breakfast Show on Newstalk.

Indeed. Of course, the situation isn’t helped by women who, having achieved high political office, then bugger off early to some other job, like . . . er, Mary Robinson.

The former president suggested that Ireland take inspiration from abroad. "When you think of Rwanda as having 56 per cent women in the parliament, the highest in the world now, half the cabinet and the chief of police, etc, we don’t have a high proportion of women in our defence forces or in our police." Yup. Things are just great in Rwanda.



Philip Gourevitch in yesterday's Observer Magazine:

On the 15th anniversary of the genocide, Rwanda is one of the safest countries in Africa. Since 1994, per-capita GDP has nearly tripled, even as the population has increased by almost 25%, to more than 10 million. There is national health insurance and a steadily improving education system. Tourism is a boom industry. In Kigali, the capital, broom-wielding women in frocks and gloves sweep the streets at dawn. Plastic bags are outlawed. Broadband and mobile phones are widespread. Traffic police enforce speed limits and the mandatory use of seat belts and motorbike helmets. Rwanda's is the only government on earth in which the majority of parliamentarians are women. Soldiers in uniform are almost nowhere to be seen.


Not that they could teach us anything, eh, Pat?

Wednesday, November 04, 2009

No Further Convincing Required

Laurie Taylor's latest newsletter promoting his Thinking Allowed program on Radio 4:


Plenty to read in the papers this morning. The Sun has the story of a grandfather being beaten to within an inch of his life while the Mirror gives me all the details of how a drunken man stabbed his friend in a bust-up over a packet of sausages.

But nowadays I’m reading such stories with rather less appetite than usual. What’s changed my attitude is the recognition that their appearance tends to obscure or even deny the presence in our society of other serious criminals – smiling white collar fraudsters who during the course of their everyday jobs steal massive amounts of money from banks, pension funds, corporations, government and private individuals.

According to even the most conservative estimate £20 billion was stolen in 2005 and City accountants believe such fraud figures may treble as a result of the current recession.

And how much of that fraud will be detected? One leading police fraud officer told me that the figure was probably no more than five per cent. Cases of financial crime are complex, but can that really be sufficient explanation for the news that the Financial Services Authority failed to initiate a single prosecution last year?

You can tell the story of the neglect of fraud in a little flowchart. Even if a serious fraud is detected in a company it’s rarely reported to the police or financial authorities. (Frankly, your bank would rather no-one else knew about their lack of security). Even if a fraud is reported it may not then be subsequently investigated. Former police officers who’ve worked in this area told me that outside London I’d be hard pressed to find a force with even a couple of officers dedicated to the crime. Then after a successful investigation there may be no prosecution (long drawn-out cases which end in failure are a serious embarrassment to bodies like the Serious Fraud Office which knows full well that between 2003 and 2007 four out of every ten fraud prosecutions failed). But if at the end of this hazardous path, a verdict of guilty is finally achieved, then the white collar criminal can usually look forward to a light sentence in an open prison.

Does the existence of so much unchecked, undiscovered, unpunished fraud matter? Former Director of Public Prosecutions, Sir Ken MacDonald put it this way in The Times earlier this year. Regulation and enforcement, he argued, ‘create an environment in which people can make decisions…confident in the knowledge that what they legally hold will not be stolen from them. That is the basis of all law and it is shockingly absent from our financial markets.’

Brave words. It's unlikely that a public figure will ever express such a sense of outrage about another group of white collar criminals who never made an appearance in my seminars and rarely warranted a single headline. And yet their actions, or lack of action, lay behind, according to official statistics, over two hundred deaths and as many as 28,000 serious injuries every year. The perpetrators of this mayhem are the UK employers who failed in one way or another to secure the safety of their own workers. Official figures admit 229 people died at work last year: crushed in building sites, consumed by machinery, decapitated by cranes , burned to death by acid, and other grizzly ends, but these figures go up enormously when one adds in all those who continue to perish from the effects of such known work-place hazards as asbestos.

Of course a small proportion of these deaths and injuries may be nobody’s fault or the fault of the victim. But how might we ever know? The body charged with regulating safety at work, investigating deaths and injuries, and prosecuting offenders, is the Health and Safety Executive. But my visit to the HSE headquarters on Merseyside revealed that the total number of inspectors has dropped to 1415. There is no more dangerous workplace than the construction site, but a recent estimate suggests that there is now a single inspector available for every 3,300 building sites. I also learned at the HSE that the numbers of prosecutions for safety crimes had fallen by 46 per cent over the last six years.

Perhaps it’s our traditionally cavalier attitude to white collar crime which means that so little attention is currently paid to computer fraud. Stories may regularly surface about how people have been cheated out of their savings by ‘phishing’ (e-mails offering unexpected legacies in return for bank details) and ‘scareware (the use of bogus viruses to achieve similar ends). But despite an estimated 294,600 computer fraud offences in 2008 alone, there have been just 200 prosecutions for such offences under the Misuse of Computer Act in the last 20 years.

Why don’t we bother more about white collar crime? And why should we give it more attention? Over a hundred years ago, the American sociologist, Edward Alsworth Ross, perfectly captured the problem. ‘The stealings and slaying that lurk in the complexities of today’s social relations are not deeds of the dive, the dark alley, the lonely road and the midnight hour. The modern high-power dealer of woe wears immaculate linen and sins with a calm countenance and a serene soul, leagues or months from the evil he causes. Upon his gentlemanly presence the eventual blood and tears do not obtrude themselves. The hurt passes into that vague mass, the ‘public’ and is there lost from view’.

How might we ensure that more of these white collar criminals in their immaculate suits are brought to justice? Attitudes might just start to shift if readers of the popular press – and that includes the mass of politicians – woke up every morning to some slightly unusual headlines. How about:

‘Rich City boss robs poor pensioner blind.’ or ‘Top Company Executive drowns worker in vat of acid.’
I’ll be introducing a special three part exploration of White Collar Crime at four o’clock today or after the midnight news on Sunday (or download our podcast).

In next week’s programme I will take a critical look at the various agencies which attempt to regulate this form of crime (the Serious Fraud Office, the Financial Services Authority and the Health and Safety Executive). And in the third programme on the following Wednesday (18th November) I’ll be looking at the very modest punishments which await the few people ever successfully convicted of white collar crime.

This means that this will be my last newsletter until we resume normal programming again on Wednesday 25th November. I trust you won’t miss me too much!

You can hear the programmes which were made in association with the Open University, and have your say on the issue of white collar crime, by going to a dedicated website: http://www.open2.net/thinkingallowed/index.html

Laurie

Friday, October 30, 2009

It's Friday. Let's Boogie!



The Jim Jones Revue - Rock 'n' Roll Psychosis

Questions and Answers

Following on from last week, Mastermind throws down it's other gauntlet tonight at 8pm. Specialist subject: British Indie "1979-1989". Those were the days, when Indie was a philosophy and not just a guitar sound.

Thursday, October 29, 2009

State of Neglect


I really should pay more attention to the Third Culture site and the associated Edge newsletters.

Here's Alison Gopnik, author of The Philosophical Baby and The Scientist in the Crib, talking about how babies learn.

There's loads of stuff over at the Edge: Richard Wrangham talking about his book, which I mentioned a couple of posts ago, lots of stuff by A. C. Grayling, and loads of book recommendations :-)

Check it out.

Oh yes, it's very easy to mock


A letter from yesterday's Irish Times:

Madam, – I’m a little confused that the Archbishop of Tuam, Dr Michael Neary, is discouraging people from gathering at Knock to witness apparitions which he believes “risk misleading God’s people and undermining faith”.

This is the the same “faith” that believes that a cosmic Jew who was his own father by a virgin can enable you to live forever if you symbolically eat his flesh, drink his blood and telepathically tell him you accept him as your master, so he can remove an evil force from something invisible called your soul that is present because a woman made from a rib was convinced by a talking snake to eat an apple from a magical tree. – Yours, etc,

LIAM MEEHAN


Hat tip: Sweary

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Claw Boys Claw


The latest issue of Harper's magazine includes an excerpt from a series of interviews by John Gerassi with Jean-Paul Sartre. Gerassi is a professor of political science at Queens College and the author of Jean-Paul Sartre: Hated Conscience of His Century. Talking with Sartre: Conversations and Debates, a selection of his interviews with Sartre from the early 1970s, will be published this fall by Yale University Press.

For hardcore Sartre fans of . . . ahem . . . a certain age, can I also draw your attention to the 2-DVD set Sartre par lui-meme, brought out to coincide with the 20th anniversary of Sartre's death and including the interviews that appeared in English in 1980 in Sartre by Himself, which some of you may hold in fond regard.


jean-paul sartre: At Normale, there were some ten of us who ran around together. The great thing about group activity is that the decision-making process is generalized to the group. So when we decided to take over a bar and that led to confrontations, yes, each of us was responsible, but it was a common act. Of course, there were some individual disasters too. Well, not disasters, I’m exaggerating, but when we decided to experiment with drugs, I ended up having a nervous breakdown.

john gerassi: You mean the crabs?

sartre: Yeah, after I took mescaline, I started seeing crabs around me all the time. They followed me in the streets, into class. I got used to them. I would wake up in the morning and say, “Good morning, my little ones, how did you sleep?” I would talk to them all the time. I would say, “Okay, guys, we’re going into class now, so we have to be still and quiet,” and they would be there, around my desk, absolutely still, until the bell rang.

gerassi: A lot of them?

sartre: Actually, no, just three or four.

gerassi: But you knew they were imaginary?

sartre: Oh, yes. But after I finished school, I began to think I was going crazy, so I went to see a shrink, a young guy then with whom I have been good friends ever since, Jacques Lacan. We concluded that it was fear of being alone, fear of losing the camaraderie of the group. You know, my life changed radically from my being one of a group, which included peasants and workers, as well as bourgeois intellectuals, to it being just me and Castor. The crabs really began when my adolescence ended. At first, I avoided them by writing about them—in effect, by defining life as nausea—but then as soon as I tried to objectify it, the crabs appeared. And then they appeared whenever I walked somewhere. Not when I was writing, just when I was going someplace. The first time I discussed it with Castor, when they appeared one day as we were strolling in the Midi, we concluded that I was going through a depression, based on my fear that I was doomed the rest of my life to be a professor. Not that I hated to teach. But defined. Classified. Serious. That was the worst part, to have to be serious about life. The crabs stayed with me until the day I simply decided that they bored me and that I just wouldn’t pay attention to them. And then the war came, the stalag, the resistance, and the big political battles after the war.

gerassi: When you tried to launch the so-called Third Force, anti–United States and anti-Communist?

sartre: Exactly. But it didn’t work. It attracted too many reactionaries who may have been against U.S. domination but for the wrong reason. And soon we understood, we had to choose. The basic question: Who was ready, willing even, to launch an attack on the other, to lead us into a new war that would devastate the planet? Obviously, it was the United States. So we had to abandon the Third Force and ally ourselves, albeit reluctantly, with Russia.

gerassi: So, during that period, no crabs? No depression?

sartre: Not until 1958. We had work to do. To push France out of NATO, to refuse U.S. bases, to stop selling our resources to U.S. conglomerates. There were rallies, demonstrations, marches almost every day. And our magazine had to lead the way. Then de Gaulle seized power and suddenly it dawned on me that my life would be totally absurd, that my generation was doomed to exist under his pathetic and ridiculous assurances of “la grandeur de la France.”

gerassi: Unlike your previous depression, which was personal, that depression was social, meaning no crabs, right?

sartre: I would have liked my crabs to come back. The crabs were mine. I had gotten used to them. They kept reminding me that my life was absurd, yes, nauseating, but without challenging my immortality. Despite their mocking, my crabs never said that my books would not be on the shelf, or that if they were, so what? You have to realize that my psychosis was literature. I was poured into a world where there was a certain immortality, and it took fifty years to put all that into question, to go not from an ivory tower, but still, from a privileged state of the intellectual, to the contrary, challenging the role of the intellectual. I did that by writing The Words, by rereading Marx, by approaching the Communist Party, and by realizing that I had simply been protecting myself. Whatever happened, my books would be on the shelf, hence I was immortal. For all my anti–religiousness at the time, I was almost like a Christian who thinks that if he’s a nice guy he’ll end up next to God.

gerassi: And your social depression got rid of all that?

sartre: Indeed. My crabs had considered me important, or else why bother me? De Gaulle, the ridiculousness of the Cold War, America’s drive to conquer and control, all that made me realize that I was not and would never be significant.

gerassi: From the end of the war until de Gaulle’s coup d’état in 1958, you were haunted by neither crabs nor depression?

sartre: We keep calling them crabs because of my play The Condemned of Altona, but they were really lobsters.

gerassi: Even Castor occasionally refers to them as your crabs. Anyway, they were gone then?

sartre: Oh, yes, they left me during the war. You know, I’ve never said this before, but sometimes I miss them—when I’m lonely, or rather when I’m alone. When I go to a movie that ends up boring, or not very gripping, and I remember how they used to sit there on my leg. Of course I always knew that they weren’t there, that they didn’t exist, but they served an important purpose. They were a warning that I wasn’t thinking correctly or focusing on what was important, or that I was heading up the wrong track, all the while telling me that my life was not right, not what it should be. Well, no one tells me that anymore.

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Feel-Good Story of the Day


The Guardian Family supplement profiles 101-year-old Frank Whipple, who left Cork at the age of 8 after his dad was involved in the Easter Rising and who saw action in the 1926 General Strike, fought the fascists in Cable Street in the 1930s, and for more than 30 years has cared single-handedly for his beloved daughter Peggy, who has special needs.

A thoroughly uplifting profile, except for the stuff about Millwall, obviously.

Friday, October 23, 2009

It's Friday. Let's Boogie!



The Rosebuds - Life Like

Splendid!


A great time to be had by all the family.

Details here. What's on here.

Some history here.

Confused

My Father was in the Royal Marines but my Mother was a florist. Am I a Nazi?

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Cutting-Edge Art or Lazy Git? #2


I had to find out for myself just how hard it was:



Silver Sun, Shropshire, August 1831. Virtual Paint on Virtual Paper, $600,000 o.n.o.




Dustbowl Fence, Oklahoma, 1378. Virtual Charcoal on Virtual Paper, $35 o.n.o.



Always know your worth.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Women! Know Your Place!


The New York Review of Books for October 22 carries a review by Steven Mithen (subscription only) of two books on evolutionary psychology: Catching Fire: How Cooking Made Us Human, by Richard Wrangham, and Finding Our Tongues: Mothers, Infants, and the Origins of Language, by Dean Falk.

Who's cooking your dinner? Who's looking after your kids? If you are a man, it is probably the woman—or women—in your life. You know that women mainly do the daily domestic grind. And so it has been, not just throughout history but also throughout the last two million years of human evolution, according to Richard Wrangham, author of Catching Fire, and Dean Falk, author of Finding Our Tongues.

There was once a time—not too long ago—when men could wallow with pride in the Stone Age accomplishments of our sex. It was slaying beasts, making tools, and fighting each other that transformed a Stone Age primate, physically and mentally little different from a chimpanzee, into the big-brained language-using primate that strode out of Africa to dominate the world. How lucky for women that their Stone Age menfolk were so brave and clever.

It is now men who need to nod in acknowledgment at the accomplishments of the Stone Age women who undertook the cooking and childcare. For according to Wrangham and Falk, it is those activities that provided the causes and conditions for the evolution of large brains and language. Women should particularly appreciate these two fascinating books about our evolutionary past.

The evolutionary history of our species is by far the best story ever to be told. It is one that needs continual rewriting and retelling as our knowledge of the fossil and archaeological records improves, as the genomes of humans, apes, and monkeys are revealed and compared, as neuroscience penetrates the working of the brain, and as we appreciate the evolutionary significance of activities that have previously been
neglected, cooking and childcare being the two cases in point. While the details
remain under debate, astonishing progress has been made in our understanding of human origins ever since Darwin explained how natural selection works and the first human fossils were found 150 years ago.


Mithen finds plenty to disagree with in each book, mainly because each one tries to provide a "magic bullet" explanation for all of our cognitive development. Even so, each provides a new take on the development of humankind's social skills that merits reflection.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Cutting-Edge Art or Lazy Git?


Pre-digital camera, we all used to make panoramic shots by taking several photos and joining them up. When David Hockney started doing it, apparently he was a fucking genius, even though his Polaroid collages took no more than 5 hours to complete. Now, the New York Review of Books reports, he's making art using the Brushes app on his iPhone.

Over the past six months, Hockney has fashioned literally hundreds, probably over a thousand, such images, often sending out four or five a day to a group of about a dozen friends, and not really caring what happens to them after that. (He assumes the friends pass them along through the digital ether.) These are, mind you, not second-generation digital copies of images that exist in some other medium: their digital expression constitutes the sole (albeit multiple) original of the image.


Here's one:



Good, isn't it? And time-saving, too.

In a Guardian interview, Hockney explains,

There are advantages and disadvantages to anything new in mediums for artists, but the speed allowed here with colour is something new. Swapping brushes in the hand with oil or watercolour takes time.


Here's another couple:


























It's probably a good job he hasn't tried any of the many other available iPhone apps out there.

Friday, October 16, 2009

It's Friday. Let's Boogie!!

Rubberbandits: Greyhound Shuffle

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Conquer National Obesity: Deport the Fat


In the summer issue of the journal International Migration Review, Lingxin Hao and Julie J. Kim argue that America's national obesity epidemic would be far worse than it is, were it not for mass immigration.

The average immigrant is slimmer than the average native-born American and stays that way for some 10 years after coming to the United States, says Hao, a sociologist at Johns Hopkins University, and Kim, a Hopkins Ph.D. candidate. Part of the explanation is self-selection: Migrating from one country to another (even under good conditions) is a challenge for even the fittest, and those who take the risk are usually in good health. And if immigrants get sick, they show what sociologists call the "salmon-bias effect," i.e., they head for home. What's more, the exercise and nutrition patterns of immigrants stay in place for a few years after they emigrate, giving them an "immigrant advantage" before they embrace America's fast-food lifestyle.

The typical native-born American male, 5'8" tall, weighs 187 pounds. This makes him officially seriously overweight, according to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. A man of that height should weigh 170 pounds, at most. His immigrant counterpart weighs, on average, 175 pounds. An immigrant woman of average stature is also about 12 pounds lighter than a corresponding native-born woman.

Roughly 30 percent of Americans are obese, which is defined as weighing more than 205
pounds for men of typical height, and 180 for similar women. One's body mass index, the formal measurement of healthy weight, tends to increase until age 60, then level off.

America would be better off if newcomers were innoculated against the national penchant for gobbling fries and shakes in front of the television. A shrewd public-health policy, Hao and Kim conclude, would aim to delay the erosion of the immigrant advantage.

Whereas Those Who Don't Like Her . . .


People Weekly tells us that Leona Lewis was "hit by a fan" at a book signing in London.

That's a novel way to show your appreciation.

Grin and Bear It


"Not without mustard, mate."


Many sources claim that the teddy bear was born after President Theodore Roosevelt spared the life of a bear cub during a hunting expedition in Mississippi in 1902, but Donna Varga reports in the June issue of The Journal of American Culture that the truth is not so straightforward. According to her, the actual bear was a 235-pound adult, which was set upon by hunting dogs, beaten over the head by a guide, and tied to a tree. Shooting the bear was felt to be unsporting, so Roosevelt instructed the hunt manager to "put it out of its misery" with a knife, and the hunting party ate the bear meat over the following two nights.

Bless.

New Castoriadis Stuff


via Agora International:

Modern Capitalism and Revolution
. Written by Cornelius Castoriadis under the pseudonym Paul Cardan, and first published in three parts, "Le mouvement révolutionnaire sous le capitalisme moderne" in Socialisme ou Barbarie 31 (1960-61), "La signification des grèves belges" in S. ou B. 32 (1961) and "Le mouvement révolutionnaire sous le capitalisme moderne (suite)" in S. ou B. 32. (1961). Translated into English by Maurice Brinton and published by Solidarity London in 1965 as Modern Capitalism and Revolution, together with an introduction and additional English material by Brinton. This second English edition was published by Solidarity London in 1974, with a new introduction by Castoriadis.

"Beating the Retreat into Private Life," a pdf of an extract of a conversation between Castoriadis, Michael Ignatieff, and Christopher Lasch in The Listener in 1986.


CASTORIADIS: I think what is implied in all this is various things. 'One day at a time', if I take this very nice expression, is what I call the lack of a project—in both the individual and society itself. Thirty years ago, 60 years ago, people on the Left would talk to you about the glorious night of the revolution, and people on the Right would talk to you about indefinite progress and so and so forth. And now nobody dares express a grandiose or even moderately reasonable project which goes beyond the budget or the next elections. So there is a time horizon. Now in this respect 'survival' is an expression you may criticise, because, of course, everybody thinks about his retirement pension and thinks also about his children's education. But this time horizon is private. Nobody participates in a public time horizon, in the same way as nobody participates in a public space. I mean, we always participate in public space, but take the Place de la Concorde or Piccadilly Circus during rush-hour. There you have one million people who are drowned in an ocean of social things, who are social beings, and they are absolutely isolated. They hate each other, and if they could clear their way by neutralising the cars in front of them, they would. Public space today is what? It is within every home with TV. But what is this public
space?

IGNATIEFF:
It's empty.

CASTORIADIS:
It's empty, or worse. It's public space mostly for publicity, for pornography—and I don't mean only straightforward pornography, I mean there are philosophers who are in fact pornographers.



Well it was 1986. Do read the rest of it.

If God had meant Americans to play football . . .


they'd know who Brian Clough was. Time magazine does the introductions via a review of The Damned United.

As for The Damned United, American audiences may find some aspects of the film unbelievable. Did British soccer players really have hair like Klaus Kinski's at the end of Aguirre? (Yes.) Was northern England in the '70s really that damp, dark and miserable? (No, it was worse.)

But the film is worth seeking out, and not just because of Sheen's extraordinary performance. In his research, Sheen discovered that Clough loved Saturday Night and Sunday Morning, the 1960 Karel Reisz film, starring Albert Finney, about a young working-class iconoclast and self-mythologizer — just like Clough. The Damned United is an homage to films of the British new wave — Saturday Night, A Kind of Loving — in the way that it exposes how Britain's old class divisions stunted countless lives. Clough and Revie were intelligent men for whom soccer promised a release from a life down the pit or in the factories. Then they discovered that the game was run by small-town businessmen with patronizing attitudes straight out of Dickens. The wonder is not that both men had a chip on their shoulder; it's that it wasn't a bloody plank.

From the Philosopher of Autonomy to DIY



Substantial chapters on all your old faves: The Ex, the Three Johns, the Janitors, Ted Chippington, the Nightingales, the Wedding Present, June Brides, Five Go Down to the Sea, and lots of other members of the post-post-punk scene. Available here for £14.99 plus p&p.

Monday, October 12, 2009

Magmanimity



Castoriadis: Psyche, Society, Autonomy, by Jeff Klooger, with a foreword by Dick Howard, Brill Publishing, 2009. Hardcover. 368 pp. €121.


(Note: This article was originally written for the Irish Left Review Web site).

In the July 4, 2009, edition of the BBC World Service’s discussion program The Forum, Nobel physics laureate Frank Wilczek, author of The Lightness of Being, gave listeners a succinct description of the nature of the universe:

Close to the core of quantum mechanics is that you learn that seeing is a very active process. There are limitations to how much you can know about an object without disturbing it. This is the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle, and when you get into the really subatomic realms, that becomes even more extreme. To observe the spontaneous activity in space, in a sense you have to create it. An analogy might be, beneath the surface there is lava boiling, or magma boiling. To get it out, to bring it to the surface, you have to actively intervene. And then it comes out, and in a sense you’re creating it on the surface.


These ideas—the conception of the universe as a seething, boiling magma, and the idea that we actively participate in the creation of the world we perceive—play a significant part in the philosophy of Greek-born Francophone thinker Cornelius Castoriadis, one-time Marxist, co-founder of the group Socialisme ou Barbarie, and the so-called “philosopher of autonomy.” Castoriadis both read and wrote on a broad range of topics—mathematics, physics, biology, the social sciences, linguistics, the arts and humanities, popular culture—and did his best to stay on top of the latest developments in the hard sciences, so we should perhaps not be surprised to see such ideas so conscientiously applied in the construction of his philosophy (in contrast to the appropriation of scientific ideas by those literary and cultural theorists vilified by Alan Sokal). The encyclopaedic nature of Castoriadis’s oeuvre makes him a challenging thinker to summarise, however, and it is to Jeff Klooger’s immense credit that he successfully manages to do so here, ably tracing the pathways of Castoriadis’s thought and presenting them in a condensed but coherent form, choosing as his starting point Castoriadis’s theory of self-creation and pursuing its implications first for our understanding of society and history and then for our ideas about identity, the human body and psyche, the nature of Being and beings, and the meaning of meaning.

Based in part on the formal implications of a wholesale rejection of determinism and in part on his explorations of the diverse aspects of human existence, Castoriadis advances a radical and provocative approach to questions about the nature of being, incorporating an unequivocal acceptance of indeterminacy as characteristic of "being" in the human realm. As far back as Zeno, Parmenides, and Heraclitus, philosophers have been aware of the paradoxes inherent in the application of an identity logic to being: the logical impossibility of change, motion, and creation. Faced with the reality of change, creation ex nihilo, and impermanence, we are forced to either accept that the appearance of change is illusory or else accept an indeterminacy at the heart of being that traditional Western logic-ontology rejects as inconsistent with its definition of being. Castoriadis’s solution is to introduce the concept of magma, a mode of being in which indeterminacy is never absent. Wilczek’s comment above thus offers us a useful metaphor for thinking about being in general, as Castoriadis conceives of it. Both Being as a whole and individual beings, including human beings, are magmas, seething, boiling "masses" in which entities, ideas, forms are constantly being created, forcing their way to the surface, and then disappearing like a burst bubble into the ether. This metaphor can be usefully applied to the quantum physical world, to the biotic world of living animals, to the human psyche, and even to history.

This is not to say that the universe is characterized by chaos. A universe in which indeterminacy was ubiquitous would lack any kind of stability or permanence, the ontological equivalent of white noise, with no discernible forms at all. Indeed, the traditional Western logic-ontology would not be conceivable were it not for the fact that beings exhibit some semblance of permanence and stability. At different levels of being, entities persist, are stable, endure, for periods appropriate and relative to their scale: As evolutionary psychologists observe, the persistence of entities and our perceptions of them as such have to be adequate for our survival needs. An inability to perceive predators as enduring, stable entities in their environment undoubtedly places animals at a distinct disadvantage in the survival stakes. And mathematics becomes possible because we are capable of extrapolating from semi-permanence to create concepts with the appearance of permanence.

At the psychological and social levels, magmas and our involvement in self-creation are again central to Castoriadis’s ideas. Castoriadis draws on the not-uncontroversial work of the biologists Humberto Maturana and Francisco Varela, particularly their concept of autopoiesis, to explain the human capacity for self-creation and autonomy. His background as a psychoanalyst results in a Freudian conception of the human psyche, however, that we might today regard as somewhat quaint; the mind as a seething, undirected collection of urges and drives, the conscious mind representing only the superego, the socialized, self-disciplined part of the psyche, managing and controlling the individual’s wilder impulses, generated by the lustful, aggressive, self-seeking id. The containment and control of such urges, in the traditional Freudian framework is the source of our neuroses, our dreams, our fantasies, but also our creativity. It thus fits in well with Castoriadis’s overall ontology, but it isn’t a framework that holds up so well these days in light of what we know now about cognitive development, particularly in children. Even so, the damage done is minimal. Here’s neuroscientist Rodolfo Llinás discussing human creativity:

The neural processes underlying that which we call creativity have nothing to do with rationality. That is to say, if we look at how the brain generates creativity, we will see that it is not a rational process at all; creativity is not born out of reason.

Let us think again of our motor tapes in the basal ganglia. I should like to suggest to you that these nuclei do not always wait for a tape to be called up by the thalamo-cortical system, the self . . . In fact, the activity in the basal ganglia is running all the time, playing motor patterns and snippets of motor patterns amongst and between themselves—and because of the odd, re-entrant inhibitory connectivity amongst and between these nuclei, they seem to acts as a continuous, random, motor pattern noise generator. Here and there, a pattern or portion of a pattern escapes, without its apparent emotional counterpart, into the context of the thalamo-cortical system.


In other words, the constant firing and sparking of creativity goes on even while our conscious mind is otherwise engaged. When the spotlight of the conscious mind goes out, when we sleep or drift into semi-consciousness, we can access those noises, that bubbling of ideas always there beneath the surface. This might not be the creation ex nihilo that Castoriadis has in mind, but it keeps intact his idea of the human psyche as magma. In any case, the deficiencies in Castoriadis’s Freudianism do not significantly undermine his case for indeterminacy or for the role of autonomy in human affairs, and Klooger prudently devotes only a limited amount of space to this aspect of Castoriadis’s thought. Of greater significance is the “imaginary,” an aspect of the human condition, and of society and history, that traditional thought has always ignored, neglected, or failed to recognize. Acknowledging the importance of the imaginary, and of the imagination, means acknowledging creation as an essential part of the human condition; by creation, Castoriadis means the emergence of forms that are in no way determined by what preceded them.

For Castoriadis, society is, in its essence, a process of self-creation, an activity whereby societies bring themselves into being by the creation of social imaginary significations which they embody and around which they organize themselves. This is true of all societies, but only those societies, says Castoriadis, that recognize themselves as self-creating, who understand that their institutions and structures are not given from on high by the gods or pre-ordained by Nature, can be characterized as autonomous; its members have the capacity not just to reflect on, question, and challenge the legitimacy of their institutions, they can also go about actively formulating their own alternatives.

Such demystification of society is what took place in ancient Greece, where this transformation in consciousness gave rise to the birth of philosophy and democratic polis. It also occurred later, in the modern West, beginning in around the 12th century in autonomous city-states, but attaining its peak in modernity proper, where what Castoriadis calls the project of autonomy engages in a radical critique of the existing organization of society and the pursuit of the goals of individual and collective self-determination.

Castoriadis has been criticised for the supposedly ethnocentric underpinnings of this theory, for privileging Western culture and Enlightenment thought over alternative conceptions of philosophy and society, but as Klooger points out, identifying the project of autonomy with particular societies does not necessarily entail equating it to the concrete cultural and institutional expressions of it within those societies. That said, and as Klooger acknowledges, Greece was not alone in undergoing such transformative experiences. Other societies—those identified by Karl Jaspers as the axial civilizations, along with Greece—were undergoing their own revolutions in understanding. Says Jaspers,

What is new about this age, in all three of these worlds [i.e., China, India, and the Occident], is that man becomes aware of being as a whole, of himself and his limitations. He experiences the terrible nature of the world and his own impotence. He asks radical questions. Face to face with the void, he strives for liberation and redemption. By consciously recognizing his limits, he sets himself the highest goals. He experiences unconditionality in the depth of selfhood and in the clarity of transcendence.


Or perhaps we might say, more prosaically, in the Old Testament God is going around speaking unto everyone, whereas by the end of the Gospels not even Jesus is on speaking terms with him.

Klooger draws on the work of sociologist Shmuel Eisenstadt on axial age civilizations to explore the challenges that their history poses to Castoriadis’s concept of heteronomous societies (i.e. those societies unaware of their own self-creation) and to contrast Eisenstadt and Castoriadis’s conceptions of the history and nature of self-reflexivity. The distinction is fine, but essentially Castoriadis’s definition of self-reflexivity entails the active questioning of established truths and norms, and not just mere incredulity towards them. It was only in ancient Greece, he contends, that this challenge takes place; only there are the two fundamental questions of philosophy—How ought we to live? and What, and how, ought we to think?—are asked for the first time.

Klooger does an excellent job of identifying the lacunae in Castoriadis’s work and spares no effort in teasing out the smallest of contradictions in what remains an impressive, coherent, and powerful intellectual edifice. Some of his objections, over terminology, for instance, may strike the reader as hair-splitting, but it’s also clear that he has laboured intensively to make sense of Castoriadis’s and to render it comprehensible for his readers. In his later writings, Castoriadis explored the threats posed to contemporary society by our declining awareness of its, our, self-creation and by the dominant social imaginary of our time, the unlimited expansion of rational mastery. These are topics outside the scope of Klooger’s work but provide a logical extension to it. Interested readers can find The Rising Tide of Insignificancy and Figures of the Thinkable available as pdfs online. I highly recommend them.

Undergraduates who’ve paid attention in class, postgraduates under a certain age, and non-academic readers of an inquisitive bent and with an enthusiasm for philosophy will find this book invaluable as a challenging, provocative, and genuinely enjoyable introduction to a thinker whose ideas remain extraordinarily relevant and useful. Before engaging directly with Castoriadis’s own works, which can be intimidating in their intensity and vocabulary, students would do well to read Klooger’s introductory text. It is to be hoped that Brill can be persuaded to bring out a paperback edition in the near future. No one can realistically expect individuals to fork out €121 for a book, and this particular one is too important to be confined to the libraries of academic institutions.

Friday, October 09, 2009

It's Friday. Let's Boogie!



I,Ludicrous - We're The Support Band (single out now!)

Thursday, October 08, 2009

More Thinking Allowed


Another gem from Laurie Taylor, this week's Thinking Allowed program (podcast) features Pierre Bourdieu's old mate Loïc Wacquant, Professor of Sociology at the University of California and author of Punishing the Poor: The Neoliberal Government of Social Insecurity, discussing the history and structure of the U.S. penal system with Nicola Lacey, Professor of Criminal Law and Legal Theory at the Mannheim Centre for the Study of Criminology and Criminal Justice in the Department of Law at the London School of Economics and author of The Prisoners' Dilemma: Political Economy and Punishment in Contemporary Democracies.

The program also features my old personal tutor, the charming and top bloke A. C. Grayling, Professor of Philosophy at Birkbeck College, University of London, and a Supernumerary Fellow of St Anne's College, Oxford, discussing the purpose, perils, pitfalls, and peculiarities of classification.

Manchester FA 1 Hull 0


This was the main sports story on the back of last night's Manchester Evening News.

20 years ago I played against Hardly Athletic for The Old Cock (club motto:"Everybody likes to beat The Old Cock on Sunday Mornings") and I don't remember them wearing a kit anything like as good as their current one.

Friday, September 18, 2009

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Restorative Tinctures


This week's Thinking Allowed program (podcast here) has an all-too-brief but worthwhile discussion on restorative justice in Northern Ireland with Dr. Anna Eriksson, author of Justice in Transition: Community Restorative Justice in Northern Ireland, and Dr. Heather Strang, author of Repair or Revenge?: Victims and Restorative Justice.

It also includes an interview with Fred Inglis on the philosopher and historian R. G. Collingwood. Inglis has just written a biography of Collingwood, The History Man.

Give it a listen.

The Future Beckons


Andy "Falco" Falkous of the band Future of the Left presents his blog of tour notes here. Three nice vids to begin.

You can play Spot the Mekon on the second one.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Don't Let the Empire of the Sun Go Down on Me


Jonathan Lethem on J. G. Ballard in the September 8 New York Times.

Homo von Economocus


Smithsonian magazine carries an article by Ingfei Chen on neuroscientist John Allman's research into von Economo neurons, which he believes hold the key to social intelligence in humans.

Given that the neurons live in the brain's social hot spots, Allman theorizes that the von Economo cell system allows a rapid, intuitive read on emotionally charged, volatile situations. The neurons "would enable one to quickly adjust to changing social contexts," he speculates. In the ancient past, this neural wiring might have conferred a survival edge to our ancestors by enabling them to make accurate, split-second judgments, especially about whom they could trust or not.

Allman, Hof and their colleagues have looked for von Economo neurons in more than 100 animal species, from sloths to platypuses. Only a few of them, other than primates and elephants, are known to have the cells: humpback whales, sperm whales, fin whales, orcas and bottle-nosed dolphins. The cells presumably evolved in now extinct species that gave rise to those marine mammals some 35 million years ago.


The rest is here.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Bettystown: Where the Help Go for Their Holidays


Quentin Fottrell in today's Irish Times:

There was a bit of an argy-bargy on Tuesday’s Mooney (RTÉ Radio One, weekdays). Paddy O’Gorman, who made his name talking to social welfare recipients on his series Queuing for a Living, will happily interview the working classes – he just wouldn’t like to go on holidays with them.

“Would I go to Bettystown myself on holidays?” he said when a texter asked him to apologise for his “low-class” comments. “Sure I’m much too middle class for that.” But when prodded by presenter Derek Mooney, perhaps with one eye on his own demographic, O’Gorman apologised . . . sort of. “I am sorry if I offended anybody,” he said, before adding of Bettystown Del Sol, “It’s a big traditional Dublin working class, extended-family holiday.”

. . .

O’Gorman said, “It is a strong working-class Dublin accent that you find in the caravan parks.” He added, “Apartheid South Africa was black and white. In a Western country such as Ireland, class distinction is based on a thousand subtle distinctions.” O’Gorman’s attitude provided an accidental insight into how the middle classes long to differentiate themselves from the working classes.


Actually, if he wants to use apartheid South Africa as an analogy, he'd have been better off talking about Mosney Refugee Centre up the road.

Friday, September 11, 2009

It's Friday. Let's Boogie!



Pere Ubu - Love Love Love

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Castoriadis Podcast


A podcast of a talk given at the University of Sydney by Vrasidas Karalis, chair of Modern Greek Studies, on Castoriadis (Powerpoint pics not included).

The Dreams of Guy Debord


Stephen Hastings-King has an interesting piece over at Class Against Class on Guy Debord's patricidal efforts to replace Socialisme ou Barbarie as the vanguard (sic) of the working class with the Situationniste International.

This relationship changed again in 1964. During 1963, SB had been consumed by an internal conflict triggered mostly by Castoriadis's attempt to push to their logical conclusion the implications of his 1959-1961 text. If the working class really had been destructured as a class for itself, and if one plotted this development onto the extended critique of Marxism (politics, economics, theory of history) that SB had pursued since 1946, then there really was not much reason to continue to hold onto Marxism as a frame of reference for thinking about revolution. Revolutionary theory would have to be rethought from the most basic assumptions outward. One would have to work out a core normative theory that was sufficiently abstract to be applicable to social conflicts emerging from various directions. One would also need to multiply the analyses of social conflicts: the working class could no longer provide militants with a template that they could use as a sort of overlay to break a new social movement into its component stages. And one would have to rethink the whole notion of the militant as a function of the definitions of the political arrived at through the reconstruction of revolutionary theory. The debate about these issues split SB down the middle. It revealed the affect with which many SB members invested the idea of being-Marxist, and their reliance on proletarian struggles as a kind of magic key for understanding all social conflict. It also revealed the material limitations for a small group like SB, which found itself confronted with what must have seemed like the call for a 1:1 map of the social world.(39)

For Debord, this was heresy. With the lead article in IS no. 9, "Maintenant L'I.S." Debord announced that the Situationist International had assumed SB's mantle as the revolutionary vanguard (despite SB's sustained critique of the notion of a "Vanguard Party"). He coupled this with a campaign to throw SB out of the Left. From the outset, Debord had surveyed and resurveyed the Parisian scene, drawing lines that separated what he thought acceptable from what was not. The journal Arguments had long been Debord's preferred example of empty revisionism: special ridicule was reserved for Edgar Morin and Kostas Axelos. "Argumentiste" was a epithet hurled at former Marxists who gave in to the lure of incoherence once they passed beyond the borders of the Imaginary; patrolled by Guy Debord. In posing the alternative-one can either "be Marxist or be revolutionary"- SB slid from leader of the revolutionary movement into" Argumentiste" revisionism. Despite this banishment, Debord continued his close observation of the group. The IS reproduced (with near-audible glee) an editorial disclaimer that accompanied a review of Christianismeet revolution by Maximillienne Gautrat, as proof of SB's slide into dilettantism: (40)

Editorial note: It is perhaps useful to note that, for the vast majority of Socialisme ou Barbarie members, the Kingdom of God is essentially meaningless, and also that they do not see any reason why someone who thinks otherwise should be prevented from self-expression.

Debord's fiercer sarcasms were directed specifically at Castoriadis:



The revolutionary critique of all existing conditions certainly does not have a monopoly on intelligence, but does on its use. In the present crisis of culture and of society, those who do not have this usage do not, in fact, have any discernible intelligence. Stop talking to us about intelligence without [correct] usage, it would make us happy. Poor Heidegger! Poor Lukacs! Poor Sartre! Poor Barthes! Poor Lefebvre! Poor Cardan [Castoriadis]! Tic, tic and tic. Without the proper use of intelligence, one has only the caricatural fragments of innovative ideas, those that could understand the totality of our time and the movement that contests it as well. It is not even clear how to plagiarize these ideas in a harmonious way when one encounters them where they already are. ( ... )The former specialist of ultra-left politics is dazzled to discover, along with structuralism and psychosociology, an ethnological ideology [that is] entirely new to him: the fact that the Zuni Indians do not have a history seems to him a luminous explanation for his own incapacity to act on our history (go laugh at the first 25 pages of no. 36 of Socialisme ou Barbarie). The specialists of thought can only be thinkers of specialization. We do not pretend to have a monopoly on the dialectic that everyone is talking about; we only claim to have a provisional monopoly on its usage.


The change in the intellectual scene that Debord outlines has a complex conjectural explanation: the end of the Algerian War and the collapse of the radical scene that had developed within the oppositional movement, the return to "normal" everyday life combined with Althusser's intertwining of structuralism and the dialectical to give the impression that there was a "refreeze" in the Cold War. Debord's polemical response to this situation, and SB's role in it, is in part a power play: he was trying to supplant Sartre as the cultural arbiter of the Left.

This culture-broker role was secondary to his desire to personally salvage revolutionary politics. This intention was signaled by direct pronouncement. The stra egy amounted to a wholesale incorporation of older SB positions into those of the IS. At the graphics level, IS took the format of SB's "Le Monde en Question," which surveyed the press for indications of conflict and/ or incoherence within the dominant order ("echoes" as the group called them). From the contents of SB Debord took the call for the formation of councils. If this was the goal-Debord's politics were, as I have argued, rooted in a subjectivist position-then to salvage revolutionary politics would be to fully externalize the textual collage through which he (Debord) imagined revolution. In trying to become Castoriadis and the revolutionary vanguard, and in his effort to exclude SB from the Left as if the group had been part of the IS, Debord blurred the organizational distinction between inside and outside and the individual distinction between psyche and social world. Debord himself was the oppositional movement: he was what the bourgeois order feared. He was the specter haunting Europe. This sets up a reading of his 1967 book, Society of the Spectacle, as Debord's attempt to stage, through collage, his subjective organization of the textual material that circulated within the Marxist Imaginary. The book is Debord's refusal of the crisis of the Imaginary through a retreat into narcissism and a positing of traditional revolutionary Marxism as transcendental. The recourse to the authorized sources of theory was a traditional heretical move within this instituted Imaginary, which presupposed it still operational and capable of renewal. By fashioning this text-collage, Debord tries to map his voice onto that of the Revolutionary Prophet, and in so doing, to mime that role. With this, Debord began his period of "megalomaniac" ambition to be the revolutionary vanguard, which he would later attribute to the Situationists as a group, and which was the basis, in 1972, for his dissolving the organization.(41)

Friday, September 04, 2009

It's Friday. Let's Boogie!



PJ Harvey & John Parish - Black Hearted Love

Thursday, September 03, 2009

Dublin Psychogeographical Society Report 2009: Part Three


The River Liffey

A menagerie lion running through the middle of Dublin, the Liffey is an arbitrarily imposed U.N.-blue demarcation intended to promulgate artificial dichotomies among the urban proletariat to imbue them with a consciousness not just false but pantomimic in its theatricality. Have a good look at imperial practices in the construction of nation-states, the malicious separation of Rwandans into Tutsi and Hutu, and you will recognize once again the pernicious influence of the hand of Empire. The struggle between Northsider and Southsider is presented as eternal, immutable, a fight between two irreconcilable essences, forced together like mutually repelling poles of a magnet: the verb "to cleave" means both to divide in two and also to unite. The Liffey is a cleaver through the heart of Dublin, wielded by a bourgeoisie determined to pit Dub against Dub in a perpetual war of "Dubbier Than Thou" meant to guarantee their continued and mutual subservience to their regional oppressors. Is it any wonder there are so many corpses floating on the river's scummy surface? Who would not want to drown themselves when faced with such a depressing mise-en-seine?


Davey Byrne's Pub

Queue up to be moral at Davey Byrne's along with all the other sheep. You can arrange yourself in a group outside on the pavement and recline nonchalantly while sipping your Burgundy and Gorgonzola, or you can feign sophistication by quaffing lager by the bucket until the world tilts on its axis. Either way, you end up looking at things askew, imagining that this qualifies as civilized behaviour in a consumer paradise quickly turning as limp and rubbery as the Gorgonzola on your tongue, or maybe turning aimlessly like the rubber tyres of a rental cycle not even the French would want to steal. On long summer evenings, wannabe senior executives hang around on the streets outside this place, talking loudly and comparing Blackberries and cocks. They would even make Joyce into a revolutionary, if he isn't already spinning in his grave.


Leinster House

A kerfuffle. A scene. A lot of shouting and arguing. And then nothing at all. That's Leinster House, home to poseurs and statues, a place where fainéance has become an art, and statecraft synonymous with handicraft, most notably fiddling the books while Rome burns or knitting at the foot of an underused guillotine. It would be facile to draw attention to this crumbling edifice's foundational flaws and make a comparison with the nation's finances and the fiasco of a parliamentary system that sees the bourgeois parties engage in playground spats in the absence of a revolutionary force that could lay waste the entire landscape, but facile metaphors sometimes need venting as a form of social catharsis, a way of saying the unsaid, giving shape to an entire people's dreamwork. Off with his head!


Shelbourne Dogs

And in the absence of revolution we sleep the eternal sleep of the damned, making do with fantasies of wealth. Who knows, It Could Be You who wins the joblottery, but in the meantime use your good money to chase after bad. The spent bookies' slips seen here littering the concrete after a night at the dogs are testimony to the persistent optimism of the Irish working class, the survival of hope in the face of overwhelming odds stacked against them. All men are mortal, they say to one another, and so we must die no matter how much we will it otherwise. But if that be so, let us at least try to beat the system, if not collectively, then at least en masse, as a crowd of spectators on life, each of us hoping that he might be plucked from the crowd and rewarded arbitrarily. It's a thoroughly absurd and desperate hope, given that together they could be dancing on the graves of their exploiters. It's a dog-eat-dog world, but some of those handlers are looking mighty tasty right now.


Further reports to follow, imagination permitting.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

French Philosophy Football

A couple of gems from Arsene Wenger:

"I believe really that it was not a penalty but I am also not sure that the keeper didn't touch him with his right knee, having seen it again."

This reminds me of the Barry Manilow fan who rang in to a radio show to defend her idol by saying "Barry hasn't got a big nose. And anyway, big is beautiful"

And

"Is it acceptable? I never asked in my life any guy to dive to win a penalty."


Oh, I'm sure you don't tell your players to dive Arsene, but conversely do you tell them not to? And do you punish them when they do?

Even as a neutral I was fuming at Eduardo's self-satisfied celebration after scoring the penalty. What must Celtic fans have been feeling?

Sunday, August 23, 2009

I Drink Tea Even While I Blog, Me

The latest newsletter from Laurie Taylor, previewing this week's Thinking Allowed program.


It was the egg and chips which first made me realise that Jim lived in a different world. We’d gone back to his terrace house in Bootle one day after school and were sitting at the table in the back room when his dad came home from a long shift on the railways. I remember him saying ‘Hello’ as he saw his son and me at the table but he then vanished into the tiny kitchen.

Jim and I went on chatting for a few minutes about school and Liverpool’s chances in the coming Saturday game until suddenly his dad re-appeared and without a single word placed a big plate of egg and chips and a steaming sugary mug of tea in front of each of us.

The egg and chips were delicious. No doubt about it. And the tea was just great. But even as I followed Jim’s example and finger dipped my chips in the runny yolk I felt confused by their sudden appearance. Had Jim exchanged some hidden sign with his dad that said he was ready for egg and chips and tea? And why had I been automatically included? And why had it been so readily assumed that I wanted or even liked egg and chips? And why had no one even asked how much sugar I wanted in my mug of tea? And why, come to think of it, were we so happily wading into such a substantial meal at just after five in the afternoon?

Of course, the answer to all these questions was quite straightforward. Jim and his dad were working class. And members of the working class at that time thought it completely natural to eat five o’clock in the afternoon. But even more, as members of the working class they took it for granted that everyone else ate at that time and would happily regard egg and chips and tea as the perfect meal for the occasion.

How different from my own dear lower middle-class home where eating a heavy meal in the late afternoon would have been regarded as dangerously close to a satanic rite. Neither would my mother have ever tolerated egg and chips on her dinner table, or, even, in her wildest dreams, have allowed any member of the family to accompany any meal at all with a mug of steaming tea.

The more time I spent with Jim the more I came to realise the taken-for-granted aspect of so much of the terraced life around him. In Jim’s road everyone seemed to smoke Woodbines, read The Daily Mirror, take coach trips to Blackpool to see the lights, have a regular flutter on the horses, eat tins of assorted biscuits, drink mild and bitter (‘mixed’), and finish off any evening out with a bag of fish and chips. (No-one I knew in my road in Crosby did any of these things).

I realised, of course, that it was hard cash which determined some of these choices, but I also sensed that everybody did much the same as everybody else because that was a way of saying that you weren’t too posh or stuck up or different.

When I went on from school to college in Kent and began to talk in this way about working class life in Liverpool I was accused of being sentimental and romantic. My new friends pointed out the sins of the working class: their drunkenness and violence and sexism.

At the time I was snobbish enough to accept much of this argument. I began to wonder how I could ever have seen life in Bootle as somehow worth celebrating.

But at the end of my first year I came across a copy of Richard Hoggart’s Uses of Literacy. I read every word, placing ticks in the margin to record the similarities between life in my Bootle and his Hunslet. And I insisted on reading out chunks to my snooty new friends. Compare this, I said imperiously, to your own isolated, miserable, bourgeois lives.

But reading Hoggart did make me wonder why not one of my Bootle friends had ever expressed any personal pleasure at the way they lived their lives. Had they been no more able than I was to see its great strength and vitality? And then one day in the early 70s I heard the perfect answer. The Liverpool sculptor, Arthur Dooley was talking on the radio about the destruction of even more Liverpool terraces. The architect who was responsible for this latest bout of demolition sought to justify his action by telling Dooley that not one of the residents had complained about being moved out to the new tower block estates on the edges of the city. Dooley was not convinced. ‘Let me tell you this’, he said in his strong Liverpool accent, ‘There’s no-one as easy to rob of their culture as those folks that don’t know they’ve got one’.

Fifty years after the first publication of Uses of Literacy, I’ll be talking to three scholars with very different views of Hoggart’s contribution to sociology and cultural studies. Join me for that at 4pm or after the midnight news on Sunday or download our podcast.

Laurie

Friday, August 21, 2009

It's Friday. Let's Boogie!



Edwyn Collins - Don't Shilly Shally

Thursday, August 20, 2009

An Inconvenient Truth



The August edition of InStyle magazine pays tribute to French cosmetics firm L'Oréal in the form of a selective history that conceals unsightly blemishes such as those awkward war years of collaboration, anti-Semitism and ultra-rightist activities. Truly a makeover of historical dimensions.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Odd One Out

Blue Square Prem

1 Oxford Utd
2 Altrincham
3 Luton
4 Mansfield

It won't last but we'll enjoy it while we can.

Friday, August 14, 2009

It's Friday. Let's Boogie!



Nic Cave & The Bad Seeds - Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!!