A collection of posts from this blog will be published as a book soon from Mayfly books.
I am posting the introduction as well as the table of contents below.
"…no philosopher has held any interest for me as long as I was aware only of hid ideas, and not of his practice." – Etienne Balibar
There is too much to read. Too many hot takes, blogposts, etc. The
last twenty plus years have completely transformed the attention
economy of writing. The digitalization of text, combined with the
dissemination of social media has led to a proliferation of texts and
takes. Every moment from politics to popular culture generates more
tweets, blogposts, and comments than anyone can read. There is a
fundamental transformation of the attention economy in which it
seems that there are more writers than readers.
How can any justify contributing to such a deluge. Does the world
really need more takes on Snowpiercer, Breaking Bad, and Trump?
Why write such things, and we reprint them here and now. In short,
why blog?
I started the blog Unemployed Negativity in the summer of 2006.
I was in JFK airport waiting for an overdue connecting flight to
Portland, Maine. I started it during a brief swell in philosophical
blogging. I won’t list all of the blogs here, and someone should write
the history of that period, but for a while it seemed like a new blog
was forming every month, and most were being updated repeatedly.
Most of those blogs are no longer updated, lingering on now as
digital time capsules of a moment that has passed. The activity has
shifted to other spaces, podcasts and substacks. I have kept at it for
eighteen years now, a fact that might attest to the persistence of habit
more than anything else. It is an important practice for me.
I can only think of my continued engagement with the blog as a
particular kind of practice of philosophy. I take this term from Louis
Althusser and his students, Pierre Macherey and Etienne Balibar.
While there are multiple different definitions and debates about
the term and what it means, the fundamental underlying it is that
philosophy is a kind of activity. It is something that one does, an
activity, rather something that one is, an identity. I have never really
liked the idea that one who studies philosophy is a philosopher,
someone who has a reservoir of knowledge and wisdom. One has to
do philosophy, and that activity has to be constantly enriched and
transformed by an engagement with the outside world. In other
words, one has to constantly think and write about the books one
reads, the films one sees, the latest news from politics, culture, and
society; not just to make sense of them, or to illustrate philosophical
concepts, but to put those concepts to the test. In other words,
philosophy needs material, without it philosophy risks becoming a
dead letter of cliches and stock phrases. It needs a matter to reflect
on if it is not to collapse in an endless reflection it itself. This is
perhaps always true, but it becomes increasingly so as philosophical
reflection comes to us as categorized and pre-digested by all of the
various introductions, guides, and articles; if we know the names of
different philosophers we know that Spinoza is a rationalist, Louis
Althusser a structuralist, Michel Foucault a postmodernist, all of
these labels save us the trouble of actually thinking. G.W.F. Hegel
outlined this problem two centuries ago:
"The manner of study in ancient times differed from that of the
modern age in that the former was the proper and complete
formation of natural consciousness. Putting itself to a test at
every point of its existence, and philosophizing about everything
that it came across it made itself into a universality that was
active through and through. In modern times, however, the
individual finds the abstract form ready-made; the effort to
grasp and appropriate it is more the direct driving forth of
what is within and the truncated generation of the universal
than it is the emergence of the latter from the concrete variety
of existence. Hence the task nowadays consists not so much
in purging the individual of an immediate, sensuous mode
of apprehension, and making him into a substance that is
an object of thought and that thinks, but rather in just the
opposite, in freeing determinate thoughts from their fixity so as
to give actuality to the universal, and impart to it spiritual life. "
One way to free these thoughts, to remove them from their
reification in so many categories, is to put them into contact with
something that they could not anticipate: Snowpiercer and Althusser’s
ideas on ideology and repression, Covid and Michel Foucault,
Spinoza and conspiracy theories. This is the first sense of what
could be called the materiality of philosophical practice: philosophy
needs matter in order to matter. This matter must in some ways be
alien or foreign to the philosophy at hand. It is precisely because
something does not fit into established categories and concepts that
it becomes something worth thinking about. At the same time, in
order for thinking to have any effect, any transformative relation to
not only the world, but any effect on itself it must be materialized,
it must be written. Writing is always a transformation of thought,
even if the written text never finds an audience beyond the person
who wrote it. As anyone who has reread even their journal, or
tried to revise something months later, can attest to, the person
who reads their own writing is not the same person who wrote
it. The text, the words, stay the same, fixed in their meaning, but
the thought that created it vacillates and change; or maybe our
thinking stays the same, fixed on the same point, but it is the text
that seems to vacillate, meaning something else. To write is always
to transform what one thinks, fixing the flux of impressions and
ideas into words and sentences, and in doing so one transforms
oneself. This is the second sense of materiality. The materiality of
the letter, of the text, undermines and calls into question the ideality
of identity. The difference that one encounters in reading their own
writing is nothing compared to being confronted by someone else’s
interpretation or reading. People read what was never intended, but
these interpretations have an uncanny identity, they are both familiar
and unrecognizable.
These two senses of materiality, the matter considered and the
materiality of the text, create difference, or two differences, the
difference between the concept and its situation and a difference
between the text and its interpretation. Writing is not a pure play
of difference. There is, even on a blog, an attempt to connect and
reconnect the observations and ideas into something that could
be called a position, or point of view, I hesitate to use the word, “a
philosophy.” As Balibar writes, “philosophy constantly endeavors
to untie and retie from inside the knot between conjuncture and
writing, or if you will, it works from within the element of writing
to untie the elements of conjuncture, but it also works under the
constraint of the conjuncture to retie the conditions of writing.”
In blogging the emphasis is on the untying rather than tying, of
trying to see what happens when a concept confronts the cultural or
political elements of the conjuncture. This collection is an attempt to
see if it ties together.
A lot of blogging goes nowhere, become nothing more than a few
thoughts that never cohere into an essay or even an idea. It is in part
for this reason that I decided to call my blog unemployed negativity.
I remember reading about the phrase in some of the discussions
of Hegel’s end of history brought about by Alexandre Kojéve’s
influential seminar on the Phenomenology of Spirit. The idea was that
end of history, when the conflict and struggle for recognition that
had defined most of human existence had come to end, conflict,
negativity itself would be unemployed, without a use. It seemed
a fitting name for a blog. It seemed to be fitting for a bunch of
writings that were never conceived to be put to work. Not only were
they not planned to be books or articles, they were often in areas that
were outside of my official areas of expertise or training. They were
posts on television shows, movies, and comic books by someone who
did not study or teach on media or film. There was something of a
surplus, an excess to these writings. Writing outside the boundaries
of academic productive research and writing. Critical thinking,
negativity, working off of the clock; thinking does not stop just
because one is going to a movie or keeping up with current events.
I started this blog as someone who could not imagine publishing
on television or movies, leaving these thoughts unemployed, but I
should mention that since I started it some of these ideas have been
put to work. My book, The Double Shift: Spinoza and Marx on thePolitics of Work incorporates discussions of movies and television in
its argument about representations of work. Blogging transformed
the kind of writer that I am.
I wrote often for my own self-clarification. It is worth noting how
utterly idiosyncratic some of the posts were, posts on the political
subtext of Planet of the Apes films, the economic structure of
dinosaur movies. Add to this a collection of philosophical references,
Marx, Spinoza, Deleuze, etc., and one has writing so idiosyncratic
to almost be unreadable. Part of the appeal of blogging is in the
absolute idiosyncratic nature of the writing. I wrote what I wanted.
Sometimes I wrote on a film that was being discussed and debated,
sometimes on some major issue like a Presidential election on an
ongoing pandemic, other times I wrote a review of a book that was
recently published in French and would never be translated into
English. Part of the unemployed nature of the negativity is that I
was not driven by revenue or clicks.
I did manage to find readers,
and even translators, as posts were translated into French, Spanish,
Portuguese, Turkish, and Farsi. This brings me to another thesis that
I have written about at length in my published, or employed writing,
and that is the concept of transindividuality. I do not plan to go into
it here except to say that one aspect of this idea is in rethinking the
very relation of the individual and community. It is not a matter
of engaging the community by suppressing individuality, by trying
to write in a neutral voice, but that idiosyncrasy and individuation
is not the opposite of some kind of community, some kind of
commonality, but its necessary condition.
One of the clichés of writing is that one always imagines an
audience. I am not sure if I ever did that, at least in any specific
sense. However, part of the impetus for blogging came from my own
experience as a graduate student and that shaped my idea of audience.
First, in graduate school I developed the habit of writing a lot, a lot
more than I would ever use in papers or classes. I was in a number of
reading groups, groups on Marx’s Capital, on Althusser, on Deleuze,
and many more. In these groups we constantly read and wrote small
reports for each other, building collective knowledge. Many of my
blogposts are modeled on that line, reviews, small book reports to a
collective that does not exist, or would perhaps exist in and through
reading it. I was in graduate school before the age of blogs, but we
did have listservs. These listservs were sometimes the only place that
I could read about some of my interests that were outside of the
standard philosophy curriculum. I learned a lot about Autonomia and
Operaismo from the listserv called AUT-OP-Sy (which I believe stood
for Autonomia, Operaismo, and Syndicalism), even Deleuze and
Guattari were discussed more on blogs than in classes or books back
then—as hard as that is to believe. These listservs made it possible
for me to understand things that were not taught at my school or
discussed by my peers. Graduate reading groups and listservs were a
huge part of my education. They allowed me to engage with ideas and
perspectives outside of the expertise of the faculty at my university,
setting up lateral communications of knowledge that short-circuited
the hierarchies between advisor and student. Blogging was an attempt
to continue and maintain the kind of community, both face to face
and virtual, that I found in graduate school.
All of this sounds rather self-important for a bunch of pieces
written under the hold of insomnia, or while having a cup of coffee
in the morning, but I firmly believe that philosophy has accepted
the university as its natural environment at its peril. This has
excluded a great many people who want to continue to think and
reflect, but do not have access to classrooms or teachers, and more
importantly this natural environment has proven to be ultimately
quite hostile to thinking and reflection. Its focus is an accreditation
and jobs training, tasks that often stand in the way of the practice
of philosophy. Universities are cutting philosophy programs every
year. If philosophy, if thinking the intersection of conjunctures and
concepts, is going to continue to have a future, and I think it must,
it will have to find new spaces and methods of communication.
Blogging might not be all of that, but it is at least a start.
Speaking of community, I would like to thank the editors of
Mayfly books for having the idea of publishing this book, and the
help of Emrah Ali Karakilic, Charles Barthold, and Jess Parker. I
also would like to thank the people who took it upon themselves to
translate some of these posts into French (David Buxton), Spanish
(Javier Sanz Paz and Jaime Ortega), and Italian (Gigi Roggerro).
They are all part of the community referred to above.
The table of contents are below: every piece has been edited and revised for publication.
I came upon this blog around 6 years ago by just pure chance thinking that it is about being unemployed. It was a time when I was unemployed and depressed. Since then it has become a life-changing education practice for me. I learned so much and it built me a solid formation on politics, philosophy, work and life. I would not be the same person if it wasn't for this blog. I consider you as my honorary mentor Jason.
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