Blues Spake Zarathustra: Richard Carlson’s Blues Project

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All Compositions by Richard Carlson
Produced by Buddy Mohmed

Musicians:
Richard Carlson – Vocals, Throat Singing, Guitar, Slide Guitar
Buddy Mohmed – Contrabass, Guitar,
Cheryl Arena – Harmonica
Robert Calabria – Tenor Saxophone
Shelley Carrol – Tenor Saxophone, Vocals
Andrew Griffith – Drums
Devan Miller – Throat Singing
Reggie Rueffer – Violin
David Lee Schloss – Tenor, Soprano Saxophone

Song Notes:

1) If there was any philosopher who knew the blues, it was Boethius. What better discourse then the Consolation of Philosophy for a blues pharmakon. All the elements of the blues are here thought crimes, a jail cell, a death sentence and Boethius’s only consolation is a woman, personified philosophy a feminine angel.

2) Bodhisattvas inhabit blues territory they vow not to leave this transitory world of suffering until all embodied beings who are bound to a wheel of Samsara – very much like the one spun by Fortuna of Boethius- are relieved of their troubles..

3) Heidegger sang the blues too not only when he was forced to hard labor because of the War but, also in his despair of a technological age, in which thought had seemingly failed as if terrorized by the abandonment of meaning, If Nietzsche proclaimed the death of God, Heidegger managed to see over the precipice of that absence into a future in which only a god can save us.

4) Mundaka Upanishad: “Two birds, beautiful of wings, close companions, cling to one common tree: of the two one eats the sweet fruit of the tree, the other eats not but watches his fellow.” Sri Aurobindo translation Desiring for the things of the world, the soul (purusha) becomes enchanted by nature (prakriti) and plunges into the dance of ten thousand desires. But with desire the suffering of attachment too, and so the soul witnesses its double, its phenomenological emanation winging its way into the blues play of the world from the silence of its bough watchtower

5) “man muss noch chaos in sich haben um einen tanzenden stern gebaren zu
konnen” “I say unto you: one must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give
birth to a dancing star. Nietzsche: Thus Spake Zarathustra

And if God is dead it was also Nietzsche who was torn to shreds, his mind consumed by the chaos of the Dionysian body. So it was also blues that Zarathustra spake, but it was blues whose genealogy can be traced back to the birth of tragedy; blues the self-overcoming of dancing stars.

6) Dante Paradiso, Canto XXXIII, lines 142-145,.:

“But already my desire and my will
 were being turned like a wheel, all at one speed,
by the Love which moves the sun and the other stars” Dante Paradiso, Canto XXXIII, lines 142-145

According to the Indian sage Sri Aurobindo one only gains entrance to the luminous crypt of soul after treading through the austerities and travails on the long path winding into it’s domain. Dante begins his Divina Commedia on a journey into the worst of all blues worlds, his path a decent into hell but, his differs from most blues tales because it is a woman that leads him not into but up from hell. This blues project recognizes an unfortunate misogyny that has become part of the genre due to its birth out of oppression and slavery. What better person to lead us out from this morass than Beatrice.

7) Shakespeare’s song sung in Twelfth Night describes much of the west coast of Washington State during its rainy season:

But when I came unto my beds,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
With toss-pots still had drunken heads,
For the rain it raineth every day

Raymond Carver lived the last years of his life in Port Angeles WA, an old logging community in western Washington State. In many ways its a community whose aging pulp mills echo the sawdust voices of the blue collar folk whom he wrote about with brevity and intensity. Many of his stories reflect the perspective of characters whose existences in the world are seen through an alcoholic haze. In one of Carver’s notable poems he explores Alexander the Great’s massive grief upon killing his best friend Cletus after an argument during a night of drunken frenzy, although the next day he in misery because of his intoxication, he still cant help drinking himself into oblivion at his friend’s funeral It was also drink that gave Raymond Carver the blues a battle he waged and finally won before his death in Port Angeles.

8) In the book Care of the Self, Foucault ends his study of human sexuality by charting a history of the systems of self-knowledge. Foucault traces the history of what he calls inner technologies of the self or, those methods that have been used over the ages to gain access to our soul’s interiority. In short, he examines the pursuit of self-knowledge and ethics of self-care since the Oracle of Delphi.

Its with great care Foucault excavates the depths of soulmaking that followers of Stoicism and of Epicurus explored. While Foucault certainly seems to respect the tradition of know thyself and the paths to human freedom that can be opened by the sublimation of desire, he also interrogates what happens when institutions, like the church authority, step in to clamp down on desire by constraining human freedom and erasing individual will. So those inner technologies of self subjugation require critical interrogation

9) Keats: “The common cognomen of this world among the misguided and superstitious is ‘a vale of tears’ from which we are to be redeemed by a certain arbitrary interposition of God and taken to Heaven–What a little circumscribed straightened notion! call the world if you Please ‘The vale of Soul-making’ Then you will find out the us

I was waiting on a concert date by John Lee Hooker and he suddenly passed away, the esoteric significance of it took form in this song. Various schools of Hindu philosophy believe in Akasha or ether as the fifth physical substance. The belief goes that Akasha is the substratum of the quality of sound as it is the all pervading subtle etheric substance, whose recordings of human history are imprinted on to it. This makes it a living historical document imperceptible to all but the seer or clairvoyant. Its also described sometimes as a cosmic library. Upon the passing of John Lee Hooker I could only surmise that if this were so, that somewhere within that cosmic library the endless boogie, would be shaking the place up.

10) Dr. Cornel West describe a bluesman in the life of the mind, in doing so he quotes Theodore Adorno “The condition of Truth is to allow suffering to speak” For Dr.West’s bluesman of the mind, jazzman in the world of ideas.

11/12)* In occurred to me that some songs in a cycle of poems I was putting to music called the Wheel by Wendell Berry -farmer, novelist essayist, poet, mensch – work best as a blues, since the subject concerns time and death.

Well the blues finally takes us there doesn’t it? The wheel we turn on, the dance of fragile bodies. But if death is desolation that sees our comforts torn out by root and crown at least since Dionysus roamed these parts, it is also is heard in a loud, if not sardonic, laughter that we hear rising up from dancers spinning round with him…

“In the dance the dead return sorrow is gone from them they are light”…….

*Lyrics from Wendell Berry’s The Wheel with permission Counterpoint Press copyright……

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Lyrics (with Dedications):

1) Consolation of Philosophy (Boethius)

Laid out in Prison
betrayed by a Visigoth king
my mind began to wonder,
my thoughts started fashioning
in a cell locked away, a pondering Aristolean

Plato from Socrates
and the footnotes of philosophy,
are all chasing dialectic round
while Fortuna spins us on a wheel of history
“a sorrows crown of sorrows”
if you cling to the transitory

Lead us not into temptation
but, deliver us from evil and misdeed
from Rome to Constantinople
reconcile us in belief

But, prepare yourself to deal with a miracle
for a glimpse beyond the empirical

Lord have Mercy, have mercy and redeem
lord have mercy, have mercy if you please
send me down thy angel
the consolation of philosophy.
…………………
2) Blues for Bodhisattva (Kwan Yin)

Oh Lordy, Lord
I lay my sorrows down
I surrender my blues
in the chapel of of cathartic sound
yes, I seek transformation
baptized in the river of immanent vibration

Tell all my Buddies,
tell all my Friends in town
to spread the news
that if compassion is to be found
delve within the worlds creation
that path you ‘ll walk towards liberation
Brothers and Sisters
let the message resound
and wash the blues from your faces and your frowns
the tears of this world’s situations
I offer up for each and all’s salvation
…………………….
3) The Question of Technology (Heidegger)

The departed gods are not completely departed
and the present ones not fully here
yet the poet remains on the trail of those absent gods
and through language draws them near,
re-ensouling the world of ordinary things
outside the circulation of technology

Poetically dwells the human
though difficult to conjure the name of… God
or to orient oneself toward death….. as it draws nearer
by clearing a path toward Alethia
relocating Dasein’s
unconcealment of Being in Time

Anxiety in the face of thinking
forgetting into an oblivion of being
at the end of an age where thinking has failed.
terrorized by the abandonment of meaning
but, where there is danger
so the saving power also must
but “only a god can save us”
……………………………
4) Parable of Birds (Sri Aurobindo)

Hover on Hover on
my little hummingbird; hover on
till the summers gone
when hummingbirds go south to conspire
nesting over in southern shelters
partaking of the fruits along the Mississippi Delta

Fly on, Fly on, my little nightingale; fly on
sing until the break of dawn
when nightingale’s retire
dream a dew drop dream through the day
then vanish again in to another nights play

Sail On Sail On
my chickadee sail on
on a pollen song
of apple blossoms and desire
take a sweet taste of floral nature
then dance a dance of honey rapture

Looking on , Looking on
a hidden companion, a veiled “purusha”
as if a secret soul
an audience for the dance, song, mating
yet , not partaking of the dew drop, fruit or flower
your witness self watching from a bough watchtower
……………………………..
5) Blues Spake Zarathustra (Nietzsche)

A rolling stone,
a rope between beast and overman
poised beyond good and evil
to the sun he speaks
this cup is again going to empty itself,
and again I am going to be a man.
thus began Zarathustra’s going down.

Wage war against a slave religion sometimes your so wrong that your right
when your mind departed it was the assumption of the antichrist
in those last lucid letters signed Dionysus or the Crucified
you had come to know your fate was not man but dynamite

Thus spake Zarathustra
‘Once you said “God”
but, now I come, come to teach you now… overman

And if god is dead, would it be your body torn to shreds…
its just the chaos of who you are, that gives birth to a dancing star
…………………….
6) Commedia (Dante)

Enter into the luminous crypt of soul
in the hour before dawn, …… before the gods awake
Virgil I’ll follow in dark wood
diverging with shadows ,
chiaroscuro patterns of light
whose tortured lives are tapestries
stitched upon our mortal shell

Infinity’s skin stretched taut across a mask of time,
tautologies of form, …… elastic in the mind of night
Virgil i’ll follow up a mountain
converging at the summit
of an earthly garden of delight
poised above our purgatories

Walk out with the mother of radiances
a traveler of worlds …… ascending an occult stair
Beatrice, i’ll follow unto the stars
my will and desire
turned like a wheel by Love
in a triad of epiphanies
toward the vectors of paradise
…………………………
7) Raymond Carver lived here

The rain it raineth everyday
the rain it raineth everyday
as soon as one storm passes
the next wave is on it’s way

The sun slants low on the horizon
the port of angels on a winters day
mist filters through brick, moss, and mortar
tobacco ghost stains swirl in stale tavern water

Down and out bards and old growth graveyards
blue collar sweat chlorine tears swell this harbor
the sawdust voice echos of Raymond Carver

The rain it raineth everyday
the rain raineth everyday
from first October till the end of May
until the sun pours down like honey
in summer, when lights worth more than drink or money
…………………………..
8) Take Care of Yourself (Foucault)

Take Care if Yourself
before you expect it from anyone else
so treat yourself with care
a Stoic chin to danger,
skeptical, not making a fuss
following the ways of Seneca
If you whet your appetite with desire
be sure you know how to put out the fire

Know Yourself,….
no one else gonna be your Oracle of Delphi
it’s never too early or late
for knowing your self and soul gazing
a purification of thoughts and such
indulge your appetite with Epicurus
If you discipline your desires
you’ll cleanse your senses with fire

Write Yourself a letter
inscribe your heart’s doubts for the better
keep a diary of your sin
take care of yourself, start philosophizing
avoid temptation and Philistines
take down some wisdom from St. Augustine
but take care, when confessing what you desire
be careful not to put out the fire

chorus:

a cold docile body who enacts the schemes,
of subjects disciplined by knowledge/power regimes
so take care those technologies of inner subjugation
require critical interrogation
…………………….
9) The Akashic Chronicle of John Lee Hooker

Even if your gone
you will still be there to shake it up

Shake it shake it shake up
shake, shake, shake it up,

Your endless boogie lives on
thrilling the ages sure enough
sure enough sure enough
the Akashic chronicle of the blues sage

Scratched into the grooves of a side
a side of life wandering thru the “vale of soul making”
rocking the night with song
our ancestors rising up

Rise, rise, rising up
rise, rise, rising up

Your blues legacy
is now our cosmic memory

Shake, shake it up
shake, shake shake it up
…………………………
10) Bluesman of the Mind (Cornel West)

Blues in the dark night of soul
a cry from the dark………………..
reckoning with the soul of a bluesman,
born between feces and blood
born to know thyself
born under a good sign of

bluesman, bluesman

Desire in the face of death
a cry from the heart
that outlasts the worm in woven blades of grass
endure the raw stinky stuff of history
yet allow suffering to sing out
the condition truth demands
answer sorrow with a song & shout

bluesman, bluesman

Blues evolves ….. thats jazz
another a mode of being in the world
fluid, protean, eschews
totalizing ‘either/or…. views

bluesman, bluesman of the mind

Corpses decompose…. thats philosophy
I talk rhythm timbre tones
improvise thru blood and bone
pondering on the mysteries
I allow suffering to speak out
the condition truth demands
wrestle with death in the shadow of doubt

bluesman, bluesman
……………………….
11) The Wheel: Desolation
lyrics by Wendell Berry

A gracious Spirit sings as it comes
and goes. It moves forever
among things. Earth and flesh, passing
into each other, sing together
turned against that ,,,,,song we go
where no singing is or light
or need coupled with its yes
but spite, despair, fear, and loneliness
unless the solitary,,,,, will forbear,
time enters the flesh to sever
passion from all care
annul the lineage of consequence
un-less the solitary will forbear
the blade enters the ground
to tear the world’s comfort out, by root and crown
……………….
12) The Wheel: Dance
lyrics by Wendell Berry

The dance and the song
call each other into being.
soon they are one-rapt in a single rapture,
so that even the jig has its clarity,

And time is the wheel that brings it round.
In this rapture the dead return
sorrow is gone from them.
they are light.

They step into the steps of the living
and turn with them
in the dance
in the sweet enclosure of the song,
and timeless is the wheel that brings it round.

………………

Acting Out by Bernard Stiegler review by Davin Heckman

 

Stiegler, Bernard. Acting Out. Trans. David Barison, Daniel Ross, and Patrick Crogan. Stanford University Press

review by Davin Heckman

in Reconstruction studies in contemporary culture

<1> The recent English-language translation of Bernard Stiegler’s Acting Out, at first glance, appears as a side note to his Technics and Time series (of which two volumes have been translated into English, three have been published in French, and two more are in the works). For readers unfamiliar with Stiegler’s work but who are looking to become familiar, Technics and Time, 1: The Fault of Empimetheus (Stanford: Stanford UP, 1998) is arguably the best place to begin, as it represents the most detailed discussion of “technics,” which is what Stiegler is known for. For those philosophers who might otherwise never read Stiegler, Acting Out should be approached as a brief introduction to his big ideas couched in more general reflections on the life of a philosopher. For those who are already reading Stiegler’s work, Acting Out is an indispensible supplement. Acting Out is a reprint of two shorter works: “How I Became a Philosopher” and “To Love, to Love Me, to Love Us: From September 11 to April 21,” the first a reflection on his transformation from convict to philosopher and the second a meditation on the relationship between “individuation,” love, and violence. For the sake of this review, I will address each section separately.

<2> To clarify my characterization of Acting Out, I can only describe my experience reading “How I Became a Philosopher.” On the one hand, the extremely personal nature of the narrative, describing the years in prison, makes for a compelling personal biographical note. Reading many of Stiegler’s key terms (like individuation, hypomnesis, and anamnesis) in relation to such personal experience provided me with new and concrete ways of understanding Stiegler’s work. Take for instance, the distinction between anamnesis and hypomnesis. From the root mnesis, we have one word which refers to “remembering” or “not forgetting,” anamnesis, and another word which refers to another kind of “remembering,” accomplished through artificial forms of memory (such as, writing), hypomnesis. Stiegler describes the interplay of anamnesis and hypomnesis in the context of self-education in philosophy while incarcerated. Cut off from society, he was forced into a new relationship with knowledge that came about through the application of ideas stored in the prison library alongside the social and material deprivations of his environment. In this autobiography, the present Stiegler recounts (anamnesis) the process of his own phenomenological experiments supplemented by philosophical texts (hypomnesis), and posits a process of individuation that cannot be extracted from the technical, and thus illustrates his ideas with an intimacy and personability that is absent from his more traditionally philosophical works. Adding to the fecundity of this encounter is the process of individuation which I undertook myself, while reading the essay. Reading the essay after working through his more dense texts provides a fantastic illustration of anamnesis or, as Stiegler puts it, “the hypomnesis, as that which gives place to anamnesis” (15). As I tried to understand, I found myself caught in the process of recognizing the interplay of memory, forgetting, and technics that is at play in being.

<3> Which brings me back to my original point: Had I read this piece before struggling with Technics and Time, 1, there would be nothing for me to remember, to recognize, and to know. I imagine that many of the ideas that are crucial to understanding Stiegler would have receded into the background, and what I would have taken away from the essay was simply an appreciation of how one man went from being a convict to a philosopher–which is an impressive story in its own right–but which isn’t the key contribution that this particular man makes to the field of philosophy.

<4> “To Love, to Love Me, to Love Us: From September 11 to April 21,” appears, at first, as something quite distinct from the earlier essay. Stiegler begins with a dedication to the constituents of the French far-right political party, The National Front, whose candidate, Jean-Marie Le Pen placed second in the in the April 21, 2002 general election, assuring him a runoff against Jacques Chirac the following May 5th. And then proceeds to draw a line back to September 11, 2001, through Richard Durn’s March 26, 2002 killing spree in which he murdered eight members of the Nanterre city council.

<5> Stiegler unites these three events by beginning with a discussion of the type of incident which is quickly coming to characterize our era–the apolitical, apersonal, social massacre (like Columbine, Virginia Tech, Dunblane, Port Arthur, etc.) in which an individual or group of individuals decides to annihilate as many people as possible as quickly as possible. Referring specifically to Durn’s atrocity (incidentally, Durn was apparently most closely affiliated with France’s Green Party), Stiegler highlights the feelings of anomie that seem to permeate such acts. According to Durn’s own account, he killed “to have the feeling of existing” (qtd in Stiegler 39). From here, Stiegler moves towards a critique of a culture which increasingly casts individuals in the role on consumers who forge their relationship to the larger community through industrial media. In Stiegler’s assessment, this process frustrates the ability of individuals to engage in the construction of meaning in collaboration with a community of peers. The result is the “de-composition of idiomaticity and sign-making in general” (55). Hence, individuals feel “insignificant.” As such, they have no community with which and for which they can become significant. With no responsibility to the self or their communities, senseless acts of violence become possible.

<6> In addition to painting a compelling picture of the hopelessness that leads to the impotent rage underlying the events alluded to in the title, this essay also offers a procedural link from thought to action. At once, united with this philosopher as a we (we who share a common interest and understanding our social malaise), I found myself in dialogue with another individual (the two Is struggling over the supposed common interest and understanding), arriving again at an unstable concept of the we. From its melancholic dedication to its thought-provoking conclusion, the text is pervaded with a humane character that is immediately recognizable, but which also begs to be understood.

<7> Though I have elected to devote particular attention to these two essays as discrete entities, there is a larger purpose to their publication together under a single title, Acting Out. The dedication, which appears in the middle of the book, builds a bridge between the two essays. Stiegler’s willingness to feel for, even while rejecting their politics, those who voted for the National Front, suggests that he sees in his own passage from a disenchanted young radical to a convicted criminal, a reflection of the widespread malaise which infects the lives of xenophobic nationalists, terrorists, and killers like Durn. But here, also, is the kernel of hope which resides in the text, for it is this same capacity for “acting out” which also allows Stiegler, the convict, to become Stiegler, the philosopher. In fact, the title of the French edition, Passer `a l’acte, evokes the sense of transformation which takes place when one moves from thought into action, when one “becomes” what one had imagined [1]. Beyond the sort of banal attempts at “reform” that appear in popular culture (from the individual to the collective level), there exists the capacity for deep and radical change on the individual (I) and collective (we) levels.

<8> The difference between a volume like Technics and Time, 1 and an essay like “How I Became a Philosopher” are significant, one strives towards abstraction and universality and the other is rooted in biography, yet between the two we see the paradox of philosophy. Stiegler identifies this tension: “The existential dimension of all philosophy, without which philosophy would lose all credit and sink into scholastic chatter, must be analyzed through the question of the relation of the I and the we, in which consists the psychic and collective individuation” (3). Stiegler reiterates this claim with respect to Socrates’ death and its integral role in philosophy: “the philosophy of the philosopher only makes sense when it is illustrated through his way of life–that is, of dying” (7). In other words, the relation between theory and practice is twofold. Philosophy, which by its nature strives for an uncovering of universal knowledge, must engender appropriate action by its philosophers, or else it loses its credibility as truth. And, the philosopher who must first be true to him or herself, pursues this truth through “philosophy” because he or she must be able to discern this truth beyond the personal, or else it ceases to be knowledge.

<9> In this text, Stiegler presents a vision of philosophy that leads to action and action that leads to philosophy.

 

On Pakistan’s latent “potentialities”: Ashis Nandy

Radio Open Source has an fascinating series of interviews with Pakistani artists, activists, scholars, and writers, that sheds much light on current events in that troubled country called “another Pakistan”. Follow this link to these interviews.  The one featured here, with a link to the download is an interview with the Indian Scholar Ashis Nandy.

Ashis Nandy, our sparkling Sage of New Delhi, is in effect a psycho-analyst of post-colonial South Asia. On the way home from Lahore, we stopped to ask the great man about Pakistan — and the “myth of Pakistan” which, he has written, “originates in India and dominates India’s public life,” too. “Pakistan is what India does not want to be… both a double and the final rejected self… the ultimate symbol of irrationality and fanaticism.”

Such is the myth. The reality and the possibility of Pakistan, and Ashis Nandy’s feeling about India’s neighbor come out very differently in conversation. “I feel at home in Pakistan,” said the poster version of the Bengali intellectual. “I miss only the vibrancy, the stridency of the political opinions that are articulated against fundamentalism and the state.” Pakistan is “a troubled country,” he is saying, “but not moribund, not a failed state” and not about to become one.

Ashis Nandy has just made his own study, in 1500 interviews, of the wounds of the 1947 Partition of India and Pakistan — among the searing and decisive memories of his own boyhood in Calcutta. The snippet that leaps out at him now is that 40 percent of his sample called up stories of themselves and others being helped through that orgy of blood and death by “somebody from other side.” In no other genocide, Nandy says, can he find a comparable measure of mercy. “There is that part of the story, too,” he is saying. “That is South Asia.”

I have seen other faces of Pakistan too, other faces of the Pashtuns who have supplied us with the Taliban and hosted Osama Bin Laden. Gandhi called them the finest non-violent freedom fighters of India. Not once, more than once. So there is another story, which is no longer told, which seems very old-fashioned, which doesn’t seem to have a place in contemporary statecraft and contemporary political culture. I find that very odd. Human potentialities are not adequately recognized. I think we live with stereotypes, and once a stereotype becomes unfashionable, then pick up another stereotype. But there is another way of looking at it: the potentialities that are inherent in some of the cultures in this part of the world have never been fully explored. People are afraid of them, they become so nervous about the darker side of human nature that they do not like to know of them; they think this would be a compromise with realism, a compromise with statecraft. …

What we saw during the Partition was ultimately not only the pathology of rural India and urban India, but also the forces that can be mobilized for a different kind of effort, to fight the violence… I think my study of partition violence has made me more respectful towards ordinary Indians and Pakistanis, and I would in the future be more open to the multilayered selves of people in this part of the world, perhaps people everywhere.

 

Link to the interview

Supermind/Superfold

We would like begin to explore here certain affinities between what Gilles Deleuze refers to as Superfold and what Sri Aurobindo earlier in the 20th century called Supermind, while being especially mindful of their differences in epistemic and cultural setting. This introductory post includes definitions of fold and superfold from the Deleuze Dictionary by Simon Sullivan – with links to other interesting articles- as well as an excerpt from the appendix of his book on Foucault by Gilles Deleuze in which he elucidates the disappearance of man in the emergence of a new form of that is neither God nor man that emerges from the superfold. We begin with an excerpt from Debashish’s new forthcoming book on Sri Aurobindo’s The Record of Yoga.

 

1) By Debashish Banerji

(From his Forthcoming Book on The Record of Yoga)

Gilles Deleuze introduced the idea of the fold to theorize the integral relationship between the “inside” and the “outside” of living beings. Instead of seeing beings as autonomous, he views the collective reality of each type of being as a life on a fold of pure immanence. Such an “enfolded” existence implies an internalization by each “monad” of the cosmic entirety following specific principles which characterize the ontology of its type of experience. Subject and cosmos thus integrally exist in each other and the nexus of internal and external forces determines the universal reality of cosmos for the subject. The reconfiguration of this relationship between internal and external forces results in an “unfolding” and possible “refolding.” Existing unquestionably on a fold marks the existence of non-human beings, but humans are characterized by critical and creative subjectivity which allows them to “deterritorialize” the fixity of the relation between subject and fold. Deleuze and Guattari refer to this variously as “nomadology,” “lines of flight,” “becoming-other” and “making a body without organs.”

In the appendix of his book on Foucault, Deleuze relates Foucault’s prediction of the erasure of the human with Nietzsche’s supeman-making project and his own thinking about the fold. Making it an occasion to think of the future of human subjectivity, he develops here the idea of the superfold, as the fractal ground natural to superman. The superfold is neither a fold nor an unfolding in the sense in which Deleuze conceptualized internal-external relations in the human case. It is instead an ontology of immanence with a protean creativity capable of an “unlimited finite.” Superman represents the forces of subjective interiority which internalize the capacities of the superfold and give it monadic expression. Deleuze’s intuition of the superfold as the ontological future towards which the human moves is also related to the emergence of the technologies of molecular biology, silicon based information theory and new capacities of language use. All these technologies portend possibilities of deconstruction and creative reassemblage which approach the most basic building blocks of life (genetics), matter (information), and mind (signification/language).

An “unlimited finite” is a capacity characteristic of the fulfilled potency of what Deleuze calls transcendental empiricism, which could also be nominated as a divine materialism. It implies that every fine point in space and “moment” of time is a creative actualization of infinity. Superfold is the cosmic medium potent with such a possibility and superman is the individualized subjectivity which can express this capacity as its native mode of existence. Superfold contains the triple folds of genetic handling (life capacity), silicon and nanotechnological handling (material capacity) and  language handling (mental capacity). Superman for Deleuze, then, is the master of the triple folds of gene, silicon and language, the creative consciousness which can manipulate these forms of nature at its most basic level, manifesting infinity through their finite conditions of space-time expression. There is no habitual fixity to such a form of creative consciousness, or even if there is persistence of forms or logical development of forms, the ontology is one of pure freedom and the deployed will of omnipresence, omnipotence and omniscience at play in the finite conditions of the cosmos.

Though expressed in material terms and related to contemporary technologies of unprecedented fundamental ubiquity, Deleuze’s superfold can well be thought of as close or analogous to Sri Aurobindo’s supermind, the medium which holds unity and infinity as its conscious properties everywhere and is the nexus between the infinite and the finite in its absolute immanence. So too, the relation between superfold and superman in Deleuze is analogous to the relation between supermind and superman in Sri Aurobindo, in that the latter term in each doublet represents the subject with interiority proper to the being and full creative expression of the capacities of the first term.

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Next: several interesting articles on related themes and links to articles by Simon Sullivan.

2) From: The Deleuze Dictionary

Definition: ‘Fold’

by Simon Sullivan (links)

Although appearing throughout Deleuze’s work, the fold is particularly mobilised in the books on Foucault and Leibniz. In each case then the fold is developed in relation to another’s work. We might even say that these books, like others Deleuze has written, involve a folding – or ‘doubling’ – of Deleuze’s own thought ‘into’ the thought of another. We might go further and say that thought itself, enigmatically, is a kind of fold – the folding inside of what Deleuze calls the ‘forces of the outside’.

Specifically the concept of the fold allows Deleuze to think creatively about the production of subjectivity, and ultimately about the possibilities for, and production of, ‘non-human’ forms of ‘subjectivity’. In fact on one level the fold is a critique of typical accounts of subjectivity – those that presume a simple interiority and exteriority (appearance and essence, or surface and depth) – for the fold announces that the inside is nothing more than a fold of the outside. Deleuze gives us Foucault’s vivid illustration of this relation – the Renaissance madman, who, in being put to sea in a ship becomes a passenger, or ‘prisoner’ in the interior of the exterior – the fold of the sea. In Deleuze’s account of Foucault this picture becomes increasingly complex. There is a variety of modalities of folds – from the fold of our material selves, our bodies – to the folding of time, or simply memory. Indeed subjectivity might be understood as precisely a topology of these different kinds of folds.

The fold in this sense is also the name for one’s relation to oneself (or, the affect of the self on the self). The Greeks were the first to discover, and deploy, this technique of folding, or of ‘self mastery’. They ‘invented’ subjectivation – the self-production of one’s subjectivity. Subsequent cultures have invented their own forms of subjectivation, their own kinds of foldings, for example Christianity, and of course it might be said that our own time has its own folds – or even that it requires new ones. This gives the fold an explicitly ethical dimension, but also a political one, for as Deleuze remarks the emergence of new kinds of struggle inevitably also involves the production of new kinds of subjectivity, new kinds of fold (Deleuze has in mind the uprisings of 1968).

As for Deleuze’s Foucault, so for his Leibniz: the fold names the relationship – one entailing domination – of oneself to (and ‘over’) ones ‘self’. Indeed one’s subjectivity for Deleuze- Leibniz is a question of mastery – a kind of Nietzschean mastery – over the swarm of one’s being. This can be configured as a question of ownership, or of folding. To ‘have’ is to fold that which is outside inside. In the Leibniz book we are offered other diagrams of our subjectivity. For example the two floored baroque house. The lower floor, or the regime of matter, is in and of the world – receiving its imprint as it were. Here matter is folded in the manner of origami. Caverns containing other caverns, which contain still more caverns. The world is superabundant, like a lake teaming with fish, with smaller fish between these fish, and so on ad infinitum. There is no boundary between the organic and the inorganic here; each is folded into the other in a continuous ‘texturology’.

The upper chamber of the baroque house is closed in on itself, without window or opening. It ‘contains’ innate ideas, the folds of the soul – or what we might call, following Guattari, the incorporeal aspect of our subjectivity. And then there is the fold between these two floors. This latter fold is like one’s style in the world, or indeed the style of a work of art. It is in this sense that the upper chamber paradoxically ‘contains’ the whole world folded within itself. This world is one amongst many ‘possible worlds’ each as different as the beings that ‘express’ them. The world of a tick for example is different to that of a human, involving as it does just the perception of light, the smell of its prey and the tactile sensation of where best to burrow. This is not the tick’s representation of the world but the latter’s expression – or folding in – of it. As with the book on Foucault the later parts of the Leibniz book attend to future foldings. Deleuze calls attention to the possibility of a new kind of harmony – or fold – between the two floors of our subjectivity. This new kind of fold involves an opening up of the closed chamber of the upper floor and the concomitant affirmation of difference, contact and communication. We might say here, in an echo of the Foucault book, that these new foldings are simply the name for those new kinds of subjectivity that emerged in the 1960s – in the various experiments in communal living, drug use, and sexuality – as well as in the emergence of new prosthetic technologies.

References:
Deleuze, Gilles (1988), Foucault, trans. Sean Hand, Minneapolis: University of Minnesota Press.
Deleuze, Gilles (1993), The Fold: Leibniz and the Baroque, trans. Tom Conley, Minneapolis: University of Minnesota Press

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The Deleuze Dictionary: Excerpt from Fold+Art+Technology

by

Simon Sullivan

In his appendix to the book on Foucault Deleuze continues his meditation on the fold – but looks to the the future. If the fold is the operation proper to man, then the superfold is synonymous with the superman – understood as that which ‘frees life’ from within man. The superman is in charge of the animals (the capturing of codes), the rocks (the realm of the inorganic) – and the very being of language (the realm of affect ‘below’ signification). This new kind of fold no longer figures man as a limiting factor on the the infinite (the classical historical formation), nor positions him solely in relationship to the forces of finitude – life, labour and language (the formation of the nineteenth century). Rather, in this new kind of fold man is involved in what Deleuze terms an ‘unlimited finity’. It is a fold in which a ‘finite number of components produce an infinite number of combinations’. This is the difference and repetition of Deleuze – or what we might term his fractal ontology. We might also say that it is the radical discovery of ‘man’’s potential – the revolutionary activation of immanence.

This ‘superfold’ will however still involve relations with an outside. In fact, for Deleuze, it will be the result of three ‘future’ folds: the fold of molecular biology – or the discovery of the genetic code; the fold of silicon with carbon – or the emergence of third generation machines, cybernetics and information technology; and the folding of language – or the uncovering of a ‘strange language within language’, an atypical and asignifying form of expression that exists at the limits of language. As with the other two this is a fold that opens man out to that which is specifically non human – forces that can then be folded back ‘into’ himself to produce new modalities of being and new means of expression.
The first two folds above involve the utilisation of technology in the production of new kinds of life and new kinds of subjectivity. They might produce dissenting, politically radical subjects: Donna Harraway’s cyborgs or Hardt and Negri’s ‘New Barbarians’ for example. But they might equally produce simply ‘new’ commodified and alienated subjectivities – or even more deadly military assemblages. It is in this sense that the third fold above is crucial. It is a fold that breaks down – or deviates from – dominant signification, counteracts order words or simply foregrounds language – and life’s – affective, intensive, and inherently creative nature. This amounts to saying that the first two folds must themselves be stammered by the third.

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From the Appendix of his book on Foucault by Gilles Deleuze:

“It is obvious that any form is precarious, since it depends on relations between forces and their mutations. We distort Nietzsche when we make him into a thinker who wrote about the death of God. It is Feuerbach who is the last thinker of the death of God; he shows that since God has never been anything but the unfold of man, man must fold and refold God. But for Nietzsche this is an old story , and as old stories tend to multiply their variants Nietzsche multiplies the versions of the death of God, all of them comic of humorous, as though they were variations on a given fact. But what interests him is the death of man. So long as God exists- that is, so long as the God-form functions-then man does not exist.

But when the Man-form appears, it does so only by already incorporating the death of man in at least thre ways. First, where can man find a guarantee of identity in the absence of God? Secondly by Man-form has itself been constituted only within the folds of infinitude; it places death within man(and has done so, as we have seen, less in the manner of Heidegger than in the manner of Bichat, who conceived of death in terms of “violent death”) Lastly, the forces of finitude themselves mean that man exists only through the dissemination of the various methods for organizing life, such as the dispersion of languages or the divergences in modes of production, which imply that the only critique of knowledge is an ontology of the annihilation of beings (not only palaeontology but ethnology)

What does Foucault mean when he says there is no point in crying over the death of man? In fact has this form been a good one? Has it helped to enrich or even preserve the forces within man, those living, speaking or working? Has it saved man from the violent death? The questions that continually returns is therefore the following: if the forces with man compose a form only by entering into a relation with forms from the outside, with what new forms will emerge that is neither God nor Man? This is the correct place for the problem which Nietzsche called “the superman”

It is a problem where we have to content ourselves with very tentative indications if we are not to descend to the level of cartoons. Foucault unlike Nietzsche, can only sketch in something embryonic and not yet functional. Nietzsche said that man imprisoned life, but the superman is what frees life within himself, to the benefit of another form, and so on. Foucault pro-offers a very peculiar piece of information: if it is true the 19th century humanist linguistics was based on the dissemination of languages, as the condition for a “demotion of language” as an object, one repercussion was the less that literature took on a completely different function that consisted, on the contrary, in “regrouping” language and emphasizing a “being in language” beyond what it designates and signifies, beyond even the sounds. The peculiar thing is that Foucault, in his acute analysis of modern literature, here gives language a privilege which he refuses to grant to ife or labour: he believes that life and labour, despite a dispersion concomitant with that of language, did not lose the regrouping of their being. It seems to us, though, that when dispersed labour and life were each able to unify themselves only by somehow breaking free from economics or biology, just as language managed to regrouped itself only when literature broke free from linguistics.

Biology had taken a leap in molecular biology, or dispersed life regroup in the genetic code. Dispersed work had to regroup in third-generation machines, cybernetics and information technology. What would be the forces in play, with which forces within man would then enter into a relation? It would no longer involve raising to infinity or finitude but which a finite number of components yields a practically unlimited diversity of combinations.  It would be neither the fold nor the unfold that would constitute the active mechanism but something like the “Superfold” as borne out by the folding proper to the chains of the genetic code, and the potential of silicon in third-generation machines, as well as by the contours of a sentence in modern literature, when literature “merely turns back on itself in an endless reflexivity.

This modern literature uncovers a “strange language within language” and, through an unlimited number of superimposed grammatical constructions, tends towards an atypical form of expression that marks the end of language as such (here we may cite such examples as Mallarme’s book, Perguy’s repetitions, Artaud’s breaths, the agrammaticality of Cummings, Burroughs and his cut-ups and fold-ins, as well as Roussel’s proliferations, Brisset’s derivations, Dada collage, and so on) And is this unlimited finity or superfold not what Nietzsche had already designated with the name of eternal return?

The forces within man enter into a relation with forces from outside, those of silicon which supersedes carbon, or genetic compnents which supersede the organism, or agrammaticalities which supersede the signifier. In each case we must study the operations of the superfold, of which the “double helix” is the best known example. What is the superman? It is the formal compound of the forces within man and these new forces. It is the form that results from a new relation between forces. Man tends to free life, labour and language within himself. The superman, in accordance with Rimbaud’s formula, is the man who is even in charge of the animals ( a code that can capture fragments from other codes, as in the new schemata of lateral or retrograde) It is man in charge of the very rocks, or inorganic matter ( the domain of silicon). It is man in charge of the being of language ( that formless, mute, unsignifying region where language can find its freedom even from whatever it has to say). As Foucault would say, the superman is much less than the disappearance of living men, and much more than a charge of concept: it is the advent of a new form that is neither God nor man and which, it is hoped, will not prove worse than its previous two forms.”