Monday 14 February 2011

Reflections on reading Jacques Derrida’s Spectres of Marx (16)

The sixteenth night



Time will stand witness to all mortal judgements. The Enlightenment project itself will at some time have to stand naked before the measure of its measures. Serious questions will be asked of a movement that prided itself on logic only to founder on desire.

A spirit guide is vital if you are to visit the underworld, special trips can be organised by our agent, tours can be taken through vaults and caves beneath the ground and a ferry is always on standby to take those interested over to the other side.

A dark reflection of the day exists far beneath the ground; a dog laps at still waters, ripples breaking up its reflection as the lapping continues and oscillations spread across the underground lake.

Q) Take the Christian out of the Marxist and what have you got?
A) A confederation of pagans.

The spirit world is not a fiction. Every human being experiences its reality. When the mother walks out of the room the baby cries as it seeks to keep her image present, and in that moment the first ghosts are born, the ghosts of disappearance. In death the spectres form themselves from memories, from pain of loss and grief. Beyond the membrane of the present these spectres live in past and future worlds, waiting for our souls to meet their own and merge. In some futures the collective psyche will rise up and demand sacrifice, in others it will be voted into power.
All human transactions are a recognition of these older and deeper contracts. All births, all lives, all deaths are conjoined in a great spiritual union, an ancestral passing down of manners, genes and culture, all in the shadow of the daily round. Every exchange a life for a death; we bargain for our lives and leave our goods in wills, designed to make the last transaction and to raise the status of our children, who can now be us, now we are gone. To the living, we gift the possessions of the dead. The gift of life is echoed in our daily contract with each other, a binding compact with our selflessness. In capital exchange we get confused and objects become like people, an anthropomorphism too far, a bloody conversion that strips humanity to its base material.
The dues we owe our ancestors have been sold on to Global debt purchasers, what was our inheritance is now a foreign liability, a symptom of a critical condition.

Marx has taken hold of the dog by its collar. He contemplates the ethics of the situation, should he let the dog free and remove the collar or should he leave it on? He is very aware that in this place feral and wild animals are shot on sight.

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