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Thursday, April 7, 2016

Interlude LII. Foucault - part 29a.

Gilles Deleuze


Intro & Preface & Contents

Previous: Interlude LI. Foucault - part 28


From The Passion of Michel Foucault by James Miller...


Chapter 6 - BE CRUEL! cont...

p183
...On December 2, 1970, famous peers, old friends, and a delegation of young admirers crowded into the Collège de France to hear Foucault deliver his inaugural lecture. Before an audience “waiting to be enchanted,” as Jean Lacouture described the scene for Le Monde, there appeared “a hairless personage, of ivory tint, Buddhist in demeanor, Mephistophelean in his gaze [I’m not making this up], undeterred by the gravity of the occasion from expressing an irrepressible irony.”

...In typical fashion,” as one discerning critic summed up the text, “he addressed his audience across the centuries, as it were, outlining projects on nothing less than truth, rationality, and normality in a voice that was simultaneously Beckettian in its gnomic ellipses and Renanian in its portentous sonority.”

p185
...in February 1971, just two months after giving his inaugural lecture at the College de France, he announced with some fanfare that he was launching a political initiative... the “Groupe d’information sur les prisons.” [GIP]

The idea for this initiative had been worked out by Foucault in conjunction with Daniel Defert, who now emerged as his key political collaborator...

p186
...”I have lived for eighteen years in a state of passion towards someone [Defert],” Foucault remarked in a 1981 interview. “At some moments, this passion has the form of love. But in truth, it is a matter of a state of passion between the two of us.” A “state of passion,” as Foucault described it in this interview, was a state beyond love, beyond reason, beyond even a focused desire for another person; it was rather an oceanic and dissociative state, destroying “the sense of being oneself,” creating instead an intense, fused feeling of “suffering-pleasure,” enabling one to “see things entirely differently.” “Completely invested” as he was in exploring this “state of passion between the two of us,” Foucault confided that “I think that there is nothing in the world -- nothing at all -- that could stop me when it comes to finding him, and speaking to him.”

...Shortly after the group [Gauche Proletarienne] was officially outlawed in 1970, Defert himself became a clandestine member: “I entered,” as he recalls, “because it had been banned and outlawed, because it was dangerous.”

...Foucault was also now keen to explore for himself new forms of political action; and he, too, had been drawn, for this reason, to the  Gauche Proletarienne.

...For the Gauche Proletarienne, as Defert recalls, the object was simply to forge “an alliance with the College de France,” and form, in Marxist jargon, a kind of “popular front” with bourgeois intellectuals. For Foucault, as Defert recalls , the aim was slightly different: he wanted to find some way “to extend the project announced in Madness and Civilization” by exploring politics as a field of “limit-experience.”

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...Though some members of the Gauche Proletarienne were opposed to Defert’s idea [for the GIP], on the grounds that common criminals and the “lumpen-proletariat” were (just as Marx had argued) unfit agents of social change, Defert carried the day...

p188
Above all, the GIP was meant to be a testing ground for a new type of intellectual -- self-effacing yet subversive, modest yet cunning.

The target, as always, was Jean-Paul Sartre -- the world’s most famous living intellectual, and the very embodiment of France’s venerable tradition of moral dissent. Within this tradition, as Foucault once summed it up, “the intellectual spoke the truth to those who had yet to see it, in the name of those who were forbidden to speak the truth: he was conscience, consciousness, and eloquence.” It was in this Olympian spirit that the postwar existentialists had told people, as Foucault sarcastically put it, “what freedom consisted of, what one had to do in political life, how to behave in regards to others, and so forth.” These were just the sort of overweening claims to moral authority that Foucault was determined to renounce for himself, and to undermine in society as a whole...

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“The GIP was a kind of experiment in thinking,” Gilles Deleuze recalled in an interview after Foucault’s death. “Michel always considered the process of thinking to be an experiment; this was his Nietzschean heritage. In this case the point was not to experiment with prisons, but to comprehend the prison as a place where a certain experience is lived by prisoners, an experience that intellectuals -- or at least intellectuals as conceived by Foucault-- should also think about.”

p194
That Deleuze in these years should have become Foucault’s closest philosophical companion seems only fitting: for if any French thinker of his generation grasped the implications of Foucault’s singular genius -- including his unrelenting preoccupation with suicide and death -- it was surely Gilles Deleuze.

Born in 1925, Deleuze studied philosophy at the Sorbonne... Like Foucault, he developed a youthful passion for Artaud, and a lifelong aversion to the Sartre of “Existentialism is a Humanism.” Unlike Foucault (and most other students of his generation), he never joined the Communist Party; and he exhibited only a passing interest in Heidegger, though he absorbed a good many of his key ideas indirectly, through Maurice Blanchot.

...Deleuze developed... an idiosyncratic expertise in Anglo-American literature and philosophy. His first book, Empiricism and Subjectivity, was about David Hume, whose skeptical critique of the reality of the self and unity of consciousness became one premise of Deleuze’s thought. “The mind is a kind of theater,” Hume had written, developing an image that Deleuze would take to heart. “There is properly no simplicity in it at one time, nor identity in different,” only “a perpetual flux and movement,” a constant variation, in which “several perceptions successively make their appearance; pass, re-pass, glide away, and mingle in an infinite variety of postures and situations.”
This picture of perpetual flux Deleuze reiterated and elaborated in the early sixties in a series of brilliantly original historical studies on Kant, Spinoza, and the vitalist philosopher Henri Bergson; on the erotic author Leopold von Scher-Masoch; on Marcel Proust; and above all, on Friederich Nietzsche -- the writer who changed his life.

“I for a long time did’ the history of philosophy,” Deleuze once explained. “It was Nietzsche, whom I read late, who pulled me out of all this. . . . he gives you a perverse inclination (which neither Marx nor Freud has ever given anyone. . .): the inclination to say simple things in your own proper name, to speak through effects, intensities, experiences, experiments. To say something in one’s own name is very curious; for it is not at all when one takes one’s self as an I,’ a person or subject, that one speaks in one’s name. On the contrary, an individual acquires a real proper name only through the most severe exercise in depersonalization, when he opens himself to the multiplicities that traverse him from head to toe, to the intensities that flow through him,” letting himself explore without inhibition an “infinite variety of postures and situations.”

p195
When Foucault read Deleuze’s Nietzsche and Philosophy, he was naturally struck by the similarities of their philosophical interests... the two met and became fast friends. “It was not simply a question of {mutual} understanding or intellectual accord,” Deleuze later recalled, “but of intensity, of resonance, of a musical accord.”

Together, they probed the limits of reason in their writing, expressing pleasure in “amorphous fluidity,” seeking the right words to evoke “an irreality that communicates itself,” like a cognitive virus, “to understanding and people through language.” After 1962, each closely followed the other’s work, reading each new book carefully, commenting on it, finding in it a challenge and inspiration to dig deeper and go further, making a concerted effort to destroy “common sense as the assignation of fixed identities,” as Deleuze put it...

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Ironically, Deleuze himself... betrayed little visible interest in actually doing many of the daring and risky things he so vividly conjured up in his lectures and writings... Despite his fascination with wandering tribes (he fancied himself a “nomad” thinker), he rarely traveled. As had happened with Hume, the apparent discrepancy between the boldness of his beliefs and the mild equanimity of his personal existence aroused hostile criticism... “What difference is my relationship with homosexuals, alcoholics, or drug addicts if I obtain for myself similar effects with different means?”

Perhaps the most important of these “different means” was his increasingly unbuttoned approach to writing: after 1968, Deleuze’s style grew ever more delirious, reaching a new pitch of incandescent “irrealism” in The Logic of Sense, published in 1969. This is arguably Deleuze’s greatest single work, a summum of everything he had learned so far, and the beginning of his adventures in “wonderland.” Despite its sober title, The Logic of Sense is no conventional treatise: inspired by Lewis Carroll’s “Alice” books, it is rather a sequence of thought-experiments, in which philosophy disappears down a rabbit hole, growing (like Alice) simultaneously [alternately?] bigger and smaller. Abandoning its old territorial claims to logical rigor and the orderly demonstration of reasonable propositions, philosophy is transformed, as if by magic, into a mobile army of metaphors. By following in Alice’s footsteps, Deleuze hoped to give fresh voice to “rebel becomings,” showing how the production of “sense” was a function, paradoxically, of “nonsense” -- and how new ideas grew out of “phantasms” and corporeal dissipation. Though carefully defining all his terms, Deleuze plunged the reader into perplexity, making the mind reel and the skin crawl, tracing an intricate and bewildering zigzag line of creative discovery -- the image of a “great, interior labyrinth,” as Foucault enthusiastically summed up Deleuze’s book. [“White Rabbit” came out in 1967. Perhaps Deleuze shared my crush on Grace Slick.]

p197
But a Nietzschean passion for labyrinths was by no means the only thing Foucault shared with Deleuze. For at the inner core of the labyrinth of language, both philosophers (like Blanchot before them) discovered death -- the “event of events,” as Foucault glossed Deleuze’s conception.

The reiterated “will to nothingness” -- what Freud had called “the death instinct” -- “is not only a will to power, a quality of the will to power,” Deleuze declared at the climax of Nietzsche and Philosophy, “but the ratio cognoscendi ["the ground of knowledge: something through or by means of which a thing is known"] of the will to power in general” -- the only way in which we moderns may come to know the will to power as such. Under the impact of civilization, the will to power has been driven inward and turned against itself -- creating within the human being “a new inclination: to destroy himself.” It was precisely this inclination, formed by Western asceticism and issuing in modern nihilism, that led to “the focal point” -- and central puzzle -- of Deleuze’s “Dionysian philosophy.” For how could the will to power, by Nietzsche’s account an impulse to live, possibly surmount its own historically constituted inclination to self-destruction?

The solution, according to Deleuze, was both simple and fraught with paradox. To recover his health, the Dionysian must exploit his will to nothingness. Exercising his power to destroy, he would destroy himself actively, obliterating whatever shackled his power, rediscovering a host of unfamiliar impulses. Deleuze himself was particularly interested in the shattering transmutation of pain into pleasure produced by masochistic eroticism; in the hallucinations set loose by drugs and alcohol (in this regard he discussed the English novelist Malcolm Lowry); in the disorder wrought by guerrilla warfare; in the psychological disintegration of schizophrenia; and -- at the ultimate limit -- in the deliberate embrace of death in suicide.

Yet stopping short of madness, murder, and suicide, von Sacher-Masoch and Lowry, like the students in May ’68, and like Artaud (another of Deleuze’s heroes), had each shown how the will to nothingness, when seized actively and applied creatively, might be transformed into its opposite -- an energetic (re)affirmation of the will to power in its (uncivilized) vital essence. “each one risked something,” noted Deleuze, be it healthy, sanity, or life; yet, “each one drew from it an imprescriptible right,” passing beyond fixed limits, blasting open a “hole”: BENEATH THE PAVEMENT, THE BEACH. Through such cracks in the social and psychological monuments erected by civilization, one might glimpse “a pure becoming without measure” (a “monstrous and lawless becoming,” as Foucault commented). Emboldened by such glimpses, one might then be able to go “farther than one would have believed possible,” elaborating new images, new ideas, “new forms of life,” beyond good, beyond evil, beyond “the will to nothingness” as well. Only then, taught Deleuze, could “the ’great politics’ begin.”

p198
Deleuze nevertheless had to admit that grave dangers lurked down this particular rabbit hole. While convulsively unburdening oneself -- of pain, of guilt, of pity; of reason, of logic, of laws -- one might lose all sense of order, plummeting uncontrollably into a void. “This is the ’black hole’ phenomenon,” Deleuze once explained: an individual “rushes into a black hole from which it will not be able to extricate itself.” Deleuze took seriously the likelihood of a “crack-up,” quoting F. Scott Fitzgerald’s rueful observation: “Of course, all life is a process of breaking down.” Those who fell into the catatonia of madness, or became addicted to drugs, or surrendered to the “micro-fascism” of political violence and terrorism, provoked “a slight horror,” Deleuze once confided: “in any case, they scare me.”

Still, Deleuze managed to conquer his fears and all-too-sensible misgivings. “Anything that is good and great in humanity,” he declared with icy resolve in The Logic of Sense, can arise only “in people ready to destroy themselves -- better death than the health which we are given.”

Or, as Nietzsche’s Zarathustra put it, in a passage that Deleuze knew well: “I love all those who are heavy drops, falling one by one out of the dark cloud that hangs over men: they herald the advent of lightning, and, as heralds, they perish.”

Foucault of course agreed. Besides, as he said in a 1971 interview, referring to May ’68 and its aftermath, “the system is being shattered” -- and there was a world to win.

Apart from his agitation with the... [GIP], Foucault elaborated his own political views in these years in a series of public appearances and interviews, repeatedly expressing his own interest in what Nietzsche called the “joy in destroying.”

In the middle of 1971, for example, Foucault sat down with a group of militant young lycee students, to discuss the movement and its direction. The tape-recorded conversation appeared in Actuel...

The conversation began with Foucault turning the tables. He asked the students about “the most intolerable forms of repression” they suffered. But soon enough the questions circled back to the philosopher himself, who responded by offering a primer on his political views.

p199
...in French history texts, “popular movements. . . are said to arise from famines, taxes, or unemployment; and they never appear as the result of a struggle for power, as if the masses could dream of a full stomach but never of exercising power.” Power was simply disregarded. At the same time, by employing a host of reassuring categories -- “truth, man, culture, writing, etc.” -- the books tried “to dispel the shock of daily occurrences,” to dissolve “the radical break introduced by events,” to smooth out and cover up the Deleuzian “holes” blown open by such eruptions as the Night of the Barricades.

The crux of the problem, Foucault suggested, was quite simple: it was “humanism.” And the problem with humanism, it turned out, was also quite simple: at least, it was more baldly stated here than anywhere else in Foucault’s work:

“Humanism is everything in Western civilization that restricts the desire for power.”

Nietzsche’s central concept -- power -- here, finally, claimed its rightful place as a central term in Foucault’s own vocabulary: his political goal, as he now explained it, was “a desubjectification’ of the will to power.”

To reach this goal required “revolutionary action” -- a “simultaneous agitation of consciousness and institutions.”

The institutional objective, as he stressed, was sweeping: it was, indeed, nothing less than the demolition of modern society as a cohesive, integrated totality. “The unity of society’ is precisely that which should not be considered except as something to be destroyed. And then, it must be hoped that there will no longer be anything resembling the unity of society.” In waging such an unconditional war against the oldest laws and pacts, it might well happen (as it usually did in wartime) that traditional moral beliefs restraining the will to power melted away. From a Nietzschean point of view, this was good. But short of a bloody civil war, these beliefs might also be usefully weakened by the more pacific and local agitation of groups like Foucault’s own GIP: “The ultimate goal of its interventions,” as the philosopher told the students, “was not to extend the visiting rights of prisoners to thirty minutes or to procure flush toilets for the cells, but to question the social and moral distinction between the innocent and the guilty.” If successful, the GIP would destroy “a simple, basic ideology” -- the “ideology of good and evil.” Hence the title of this conversation: “Beyond Good and Evil.”

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At the same time, insofar as the crux of the political problem was “subjectification,” a human being could always engage the enemy at close quarters -- and approach “consciousness” itself as a field of combat in which to overthrow “the subject as a pseudosovereign.”

At times, his young interlocutors had a hard time following Foucault’s logic. “Does this mean,” asked one, “that your primary objective is to modify consciousness and that you can neglect for the moment the struggle against political and economic institutions?”

No, responded Foucault, “you have badly misunderstood me.” It was a question, after all, not simply of changing consciousness, but of transforming institutions as well.

Both goals might be approached simultaneously, Foucault suggested, through a kind of “cultural’ attack” that would threaten old institutions by experimenting with new practices” the suppression of sexual taboos, limitations, and divisions; the exploration of communal existence’ the loosening of inhibitions with regard to drugs; the breaking of all the prohibitions that form and guide the development of the normal individual.” (In endorsing such acts of transgression, Foucault was taking anything but an orthodox Maoist line: the committed militants were expected to swear off drugs, which were regarded as a “petty-bourgeois” vice.)

“I am referring to all those experiences that have been rejected by our civilization,” Foucault explained, “or which it accepts only within literature.” ...

p201
The most vivid (and amusing) example of the sort of reaction Foucault could provoke [among political activists and intellectuals outside France] may be his debate with the American linguist Noam Chomsky. Staged for Dutch television, the meeting took place in November, 1971 -- and Chomsky still remembers it well. “He struck me as completely amoral,” says Chomsky. “I’d never met anyone who was so totally amoral.”

...they met and spent several hours together before the program was taped... They exchanged political small talk, and discussed the Port-Royal grammarians, one of their shared scholarly interests.

The television program itself began placidly enough: Chomsky defended the idea of “a biologically given, unchangeable” foundation to human nature, and Foucault raised some doubts. Chomsky summarized his ideas about generative grammar, and Foucault briefly explained why historiography for him required “effacing the dilemma of the knowing subject.”...

p202
Chomsky laid out his own anarchist utopia “of a federated, decentralized system of free associations.” Foucault, by contrast, refused, as he consistently did, to elaborate any “ideal social model.”

Chomsky then spoke of the need for “some firm and humane concept of the human essence or human nature.” Foucault, again, disagreed: “Isn’t there a risk that we will be led into error? Mao Tse-tung spoke of bourgeois human nature and proletarian human nature, and he considers that they are not the same thing.”

p 202
...Chomsky was stunned by... [Foucault’s] line of questioning. He had read The Order of Things, and knew Foucault’s work on eighteenth-century linguistics. But here Foucault was, invoking Mao Tse-tung and denying the need for even the most rudimentary principle of justice! Perhaps he had misunderstood.

Maintaining his composure, Chomsky answered earnestly: yes, he, too, as a conscientious objector sometimes regarded the state as criminal, and its laws as null and void; but that certainly did not mean that the principle of justice ought to be abandoned; on the contrary. His own resistance to laws he perceives as unjust in fact required some principle of justice. Concluded Chomsky: “We must act as sensitive and responsible human beings.”

That might seem a banal sentiment; in this context, it was anything but.

Foucault in fact would have none of it: responsibility, sensitivity, justice, law -- these were all empty ideas, tokens of ideology, repressive, misleading, pernicious. “The proletariat doesn't wage war against the ruling class because it considers such a war to be just,” he declared. “The proletariat makes war with the ruling class because, for the first time in history, it wants to take power.”

Chomsky was taken aback: “I don’t agree,” he stammered.

Foucault: “One makes war to win, not because it’s just.”

Once again, I can't really disagree with Foucault here. The stories we tell ourselves about power and revolution and governance are often myths. There really isn't much difference between the Teutonic Tribes conquering Europe, Rome conquering Italy, or the U.S.A's Manifest Destiny being realized in the American West.


p203
Chomsky: “I don’t, personally, agree with that. . . .”

Foucault: “When the proletariat takes power, it may be quite possible that the proletariat will exert toward the classes over which it has triumphed, a violent, dictatorial, and even bloody power. I can’t see what objection one could make to this.”

“Usually, when you talk to someone, you take for granted that you share some moral territory,” Chomsky says, looking back. “Usually, what you find is self-justification in terms of shared moral criteria; in that case, you can have an argument, you can pursue it, you can find out what’s right and what’s wrong about the position. with him, though, I felt like I was talking to someone who didn't inhabit the same moral universe.

“I mean, I liked him personally. It’s just that I couldn't make sense of him. It’s as if he was from a different species, or something.”

The nonchalant savagery of Foucault’s political views in these years startled not only radical humanists like Chomsky, it also dumbfounded some of the philosopher’s young Maoist allies, who were then in the midst of debating the scope and meaning of “popular justice.”

In these months, Pierre Victor (a.k.a. Benny Levy) had become an ardent proponent of creating “popular tribunals.” These were public forums in which people organized by the Maoist left would form a kind of “court,” passing judgement on crimes and misdemeanors otherwise ignored or covered up by the state’s courts. In December of 1970, Sartre had presided over the first such “popular tribunal” in the northern mining town of Lens, where sixteen workers had died in a mine explosion...

...as the months went by, and rank-and-file enthusiasm for the idea of popular justice began to grow, the slogans grew increasingly ominous: “A boss can be imprisoned.” “The struggle for freedom should be waged in anger.” “A deputy can be lynched.”...

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On February 5, 1972, Foucault sat down with Pierre Victor to debate the meaning of “popular justice” for a special issue of Sartre’s magazine, Les temps modernes. By then, Victor’s sanguinary zeal had begun to alarm a growing number of his allies and intellectual fellow-travellers, who, as Glucksmann recalls, hoped to clip his wings by subjecting his position to sustained criticism.

In their debate, Foucault in fact cast a jaundiced eye on Victor’s enthusiasm for popular tribunals. Rejecting the very “form of the court,” Foucault criticized any attempt, whether in the name of the state or in the name of the people, to seize an individual who might otherwise go unpunished, bring him before a court, persuade a jury to judge him “by reference to certain forms of equity,” and then force the individual judged guilty to undergo punishment.

Instead, Foucault proposed starting, not with the form of the court, but with “acts of justice by the people. . . . Now my hypothesis is not so much that the court is the natural expression of popular justice, but rather that its historical function is to ensnare it, to master it and to repress it, by reinscribing it within institutions that are typical of the machinery of the state.”

For “the natural expression of popular justice,” Foucault suggested, we must look not to the courts, but to the streets -- for example, to the September Massacres of 1792!

Bloody minded though Victor was, he was obviously taken aback by the implications of the example...

Baffled to discover himself outflanked on the left but quickly recovering his wits, Victor hastened to agree with Foucault: of course, the masses at the start of any revolution would rise up and slaughter their enemies. Yes, “executions of despots, all sorts of reprisals for all the extortions suffered over the centuries” will naturally take place, Victor said. “All this is fine.” Still, he added defensively, before such bloodletting became routine, surely it was essential to reestablish the rule of law; surely it was crucial to create new courts -- precisely in order to decide whether or not “this particular execution or that particular act of vengeance is not simply a matter of an individual settling of accounts, that is, purely and simply an egotistical revenge.”

Foucault disagreed.

Popular justice would best be served, he countered, by throwing open every prison and shutting down every court. Instead of instituting a process of “normalization,” and rendering judgement according to laws, it would be better simply to relay fresh information to the masses (as had happened at the tribunal at Lens) -- and then let the popular “need for retaliation” run its course. Exercising their power without inhibitions, the masses might resurrect “a certain number of ancient rites which were features of ‘prejudicial’ justice.” [I'm fairly certain that by "prejudicial" Foucault (or Miller) means pre-judicial, not "detrimental"]

In this context, Foucault mentions the “old German custom” of putting “the head of an enemy on a stake, for public viewing, when he had been killed... a popular practice which does not recognize itself in any judicial proceedings.”

p206
For Foucault, who was in the midst of writing a book on crime and punishment, this [where was the limit of acceptable action? after French Maoists had held back from political murder] had to be a difficult, and perhaps intractable question...

p207
It is not surprising then, that issues of “hate and aggression” should play a critical and tortuously complex role in the next phase of Foucault’s life, and, above all, in the most influential of his works -- the “genealogy of modern morals” he would call Discipline and Punish.



Chapter 7 - An Art of Unbearable Sensations

I’ll admit that I was sorely tempted to continue into chapter 7 and the discussion of Discipline and Punish. You should not be surprised to hear that Miller almost immediately launches into a discussion of still more Nietzsche books, in this case The Genealogy of Morals and The Gay Science. This is clearly a stealth book on Nietzsche, with Foucault as the barker, or window dressing. I suppose it would be still better to say that this is a book about 18th-20th century philosophy. And as such I may want to come back to it later, at least for myself. But I think we now have a good idea where Foucault is coming from.

And I continue to think that my jump to Kali and Tantra was inspired. In the context of Hindu culture, people like Foucault would actually have a social and philosophical structure to latch onto. In the secular/Christian West, they fall into madness... a wild dance that threatens the world. I think it is good to know that such people are out there and how they think. I think Chomsky is better off for his run-in with Foucault, because now he knows that you can’t assume “you share some moral territory” with everyone around you.  

But, the weather is getting wet and colder, and I’m ready to get back to Henry Ryecroft.



Next: Winter I.

Interlude LI. Foucault - part 28a

The Night of the Barricades




Intro & Preface & Contents

Previous: Interlude L. Foucault - part 27



From The Passion of Michel Foucault by James Miller...



Chapter 6 - BE CRUEL!



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The night of May 10, 1968 began tensely in Paris. In the preceding days, schools throughout France had been rocked by demonstrations. Confrontations between students and police had erupted at Nanterre, at the Sorbonne, and then, it seemed, at virtually every university and lycée in the country... [enjoy that acute accent over lycée now because you probably won't be seeing it again] The mounting vehemence of the protests had left government officials stunned and student leaders astonished. By the night of May 10, nobody knew what to expect.


For a calendar of events for the amazing year 1968, click here. I’ll just mention that besides events in France and Tunis, there was also the “Prague Spring” and the riots associated with the Democratic Convention in Chicago. A list of just the global instances of youth/student revolt that year would be too long. Personally, I spent that summer riding horses in the mountains of Arizona so, not really plugged into the Zeitgeist.

...As dusk gathered, a crowd of some twenty thousand young people flocked into the Parisian crossroads [place Denfert-Rochereau]. Their immediate goals were clear enough: they were expressing outrage at the government, which had shut down the Sorbonne on May 2, after a student demonstration; they were protesting the brutality of the police, who had beaten a number of innocent bystanders; and they were demanding freedom for four jailed comrades.


Their larger goals were no mystery either: critical of the authoritarianism of French education, they talked in terms of radical democracy; schooled in the various catechisms of the left, they also spoke of class struggle, workers’ control -- and permanent revolution.


But on another level, their objectives were anything but clear, even to the demonstrators themselves. Some were silently bewildered. “The fact was that to anyone who asked rationally enough ’What do you want?’ I had no answer,” a professed Maoist recalled years later. “I couldn’t say that I didn’t even know who these comrades were, couldn’t say that I was demonstrating for the sake of demonstrating.”


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...Spontaneously, without plan or discussion, the crowd began to move... with the bridges over the Seine blocked by police, back towards the heart of the Latin Quarter...


The students fanned out. Some moved south, down rue Gay Lussac and rue Saint Jacques; others went east, toward rue Mouffetard.


But if the police attacked, how could they defend themselves?


With cobblestones, someone suggested.


In the rue le Goff, at around 9:15, they started digging, A hole in the road appeared, revealing a fine yellowish sand. WIth a can of spray paint, a bystander put the image into words on a black wall: BENEATH THE PAVEMENT, THE BEACH. Near the wall, a pile of stones quickly mounted. Without plan or discussion, a barricade had appeared.

What did they think cobblestones were bedded in? Don't answer!



A barricade!


It made little sense tactically. It made perfect sense symbolically. For a barricade, in the mind of every educated French citizen, was the mythic emblem of revolt, a living image of the revolutionary tradition begun in 1789 and renewed in 1830, 1848, 1871, 1936 -- and now, improbably, in May, 1968.


...before the night was over, there were sixty barricades in all.


The disorder was intoxicating. Billboards were ripped apart, signposts uprooted, scaffolding and barbed wire pulled down, parked cars tipped over. Piles of debris mounted in the middle of the boulevards. The mood was giddy, the atmosphere festive. “Everyone instantly recognized the reality of their desires,” one participant wrote shortly afterwards, summing up the prevailing spirit. “Never had the passion for destruction been shown to be more creative.”


...Lured by the promise of adventure, reinforcements began to pour into the Latin Quarter. On the barricades, the transistor radios carried the news, and the protesters took heart: they were making history! ...


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Shortly after 2:00 A.M., the police donned gas masks...


Three hours later, “The Night of the Barricades” would be over. But for a generation of young activists -- and for Michel Foucault as well -- a new world had suddenly appeared.


Dawn revealed a devastated landscape. In the Latin Quarter, the skeletons of almost two hundred automobiles, torched during the night, littered the elegant boulevards where the barricades had briefly stood. No one had died -- the battle, though bloody, had been a kind of game, played with the tacit understanding of its limits by both police and protesters... To protest the government crackdown, the country’s largest trade unions, including the powerful CGT, controlled by the French Communist Party, called for a general strike on Monday, May 13.


That Monday, more than one million people filled the streets of Paris. The student revolt had turned into a general protest against the authoritarianism of the Gaullist state -- and, less clearly but more explosively, against the very order of things in the modern world generally.


...the regime of Charles de Gaulle suddenly seemed vulnerable. Instantly the Sorbonne was occupied by young radicals. Graffiti -- perhaps the most revealing expression of the movement’s true novelty -- began to appear everywhere, defacing the walls, defying reason, apparently aiming to provoke passion, puzzlement, and furious energy all at once.


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...Into the old temple of learning [the Sorbonne] poured thousands of unruly young people. Together, they began to debate what form the new world might take. “May everybody be carried away by his enthusiasm without feeling guilty,” suggested one widely distributed manifesto. “All artistic creation is violence, all political action is violence,” another declared. “Violence is the only way for subjectivity to express itself.”


...at the Sorbonne, a “Revolutionary Pederasty Action Committee” met, talked, disbanded, leaving no organizational trace, yet forming one inspiration for the French gay liberation movement that would crystallize in the months that followed.


As a young philosopher named André Glucksmann summed up the May movement shortly afterwards, the uprising had united “all society’s semi-pariahs -- youth, immigrant labour, etc.”; it had obliterated “ghettos” and traditional limits, ending “social and racial segregation, sexual repression, etc.”; it had turned the Sorbonne into “a new ’ship of fools’” -- and in this ship, promised Glucksmann, the ruling class would rediscover “all the perversions that haunt them.”


Michel Foucault had cause to take note: for the Night of the Barricades, it seemed, had unleashed his kind of revolution...


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The Night of the Barricades proved pivotal: for the first time in years, Foucault [now living in Tunis] could imagine that a new kind of politics might yet change French society...


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By the time that Foucault arrived [at the University of Tunis]... the educational system [there] was lurching toward crisis. In alarming numbers, Tunisia’s best and brightest young people were finding enlightenment, not in the civic religion of national unity sanctioned by the state, but rather in the vision of progress-through-conflict offered by Marx, Trotsky, and Foucault’s old friend and teacher, Louis Althusser, then at the height of his prestige among Francophone radicals. An education intended to bolster the ranks of the state’s modernizing elite was generating, instead, chronic criticism, threatening to crack apart Bourguiba’s civic “monument.” ...


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But the student riots of March 1968 [in Tunis], struck him [Foucault] quite differently [he had previously been repelled by the Marxist rhetoric]. The more he saw -- and as one of the most famous foreign teachers at the University, he was allowed to see a great deal -- the more he became convinced that the Tunisian student movement embodied “an utterly remarkable act of existence.” As he came to realize, Marxism in this setting functioned as a kind of myth, in George Sorel’s sense -- a body of images capable of inspiring “a kind of moral energy,” exciting “a violence, an intensity, an utterly remarkable passion,” enabling students to accept “formidable risks, publishing a manifesto, distributing it, calling for a strike: taking risks that might deprive them of their freedom. This impressed me incredibly.” ...


It was, in fact, his first inkling that politics, like art and eroticism, could occasion a kind of “limit-experience.”


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[Re: reform of higher education in France in the mid-1960s] “If an honest man, today, has the impression of a barbarous culture,” Foucault remarked in an interview in 1966, “this impression is due to a single fact: our system of education dates from the nineteenth century and there still reigns there the most insipid psychology, the most antiquated humanism.”


Foucault’s outspoken hostility toward any form of “humanism” was the final straw for a number of leftists. For what program of political change could possibly grow out of such convictions?


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...”We are apparently in the midst of discussing the problem of humanism,” he remarked to his interlocutor [in a 1967 interview], “but I wonder if in reality we are not in the midst of referring to a much more simple problem, that of happiness. I believe that humanism, at least on the level of politics, might be defined as every attitude that considers the aim of politics to be the production of happiness [Settembrini would have spoken of the elimination of suffering, but it comes to the same thing]. Now, I do not think that the notion of happiness is truly thinkable. Happiness does not exist -- and the happiness of men exists still less.”


Happiness might not be “truly thinkable” according to Foucault’s Sado-Nietzschean view of the world. But the raptures of an unleashed creative energy most certainly were. And no matter what Dumezil or Sartre might think -- or Foucault himself might have supposed before 1968 -- such raptures were by no means of purely personal or strictly literary moment.


The Night of the Barricades, coming on the heels of the student revolt in Tunisia, had shown that something like a shared rapture, shattering customary inhibitions, was possible, at least at certain extraordinary instants. Perhaps even in our own day such an explosion of untamed collective energy might rekindle, as Foucault put it in 1978, “the craving, the taste, the capacity, the possibility of an absolute sacrifice” -- a sacrifice of liberty, even of life, “without any profit whatsoever, without any ambition.” ...

The description of Tunis then reminds me so much of the Arab Spring and of the attraction of Islamic State today.


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But what kind of revolution did these young men and women embody? Foucault had reason to wonder: for the revolutionary idea of creating an entirely “new man,” an ideal common to both Marx and Nietzsche, pointed in two contradictory directions.


Marx’s new man was to be a creature of joyful harmony, beyond the cruel conflicts between master and slave, boss and worker -- a figure of Promethean freedom and universal understanding, embodying in thought, labor, and love the beatific essence of the entire species. For a “humanism of the Marxist type,” as Foucault remarked in a 1978 interview, the problem was “to recover our ’lost’ identity, to liberate our imprisoned nature, our truth at bottom.” With the end of alienation -- and triumph of communism -- what Marx called “the real individual” would stand forth, whole at last.


Nietzsche’s new man, by contrast, was to be a creature of destructive creativity, beyond good and evil -- a figure of blinding power and daimonic fury, uninhibited by the yearning of ordinary mortals for happiness, justice, or pity. “For me,” Foucault explained in 1978, “what must be produced is not, “as in Marx, “the man identical with himself, such as nature has designed him, or according to his essence.... It is a question, rather, of the destruction of what we are, and of the creation of something totally other -- a total innovation.”


In those heady days in May 1968, students in Paris, like those in Berkeley and Berlin, hesitated between love and hate, harmony and strife, peace and war. Looking for guidance, some turned to Marx, others to Nietzsche. What kind of world did they want? What sort of new men -- and new women -- would they become? ...


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...Vincennes [where Foucault was asked to be the chairman of the philosophy department] was to be... a model [reformed] institution, it was to be democratic, interdisciplinary, on the cutting edge of current research. At the same time, it was to be a magnet for dissidents: by drawing radical students out of the Latin Quarter, to a campus located outside of the city limits, the disruptive impact of the militants could be isolated -- this, at least, was the gambit.


The faculty drawn to this ambiguous endeavor included idealists, liberals, and the most intolerant ultra-leftists, insuring a clash of divergent interests. The students drawn to Vincennes, on the other hand, included, just as the planners had hoped, the cream of the militant crop, many of them veterans of the street-fighting in May...


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...Foucault’s... department included a Trotskist, a Communist, and -- more fatefully still -- a critical mass of self-styled Maoists, affiliated with the Gauche prolétarienne [GP].


...Tiny though it was, its prestige was great: embodying the most stringent standards of ardor and commitment, the group managed to combine the delight in disorder evinced by a Bakunin with the ruthless genius for tactical maneuver displayed by a Lenin. As no other French group could, the GP promised to carry forward the movement started in May, prolonging the moment by mastering its chaotic energies...


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At first glance it is hard to see how a sectarian group like the Gauche prolétarienne, with its ascetic zeal and fanatic Marxism, could ever appeal to Foucault. “The eruption of theories, of political discussions, of anathemas, of exclusions, of sectarianism,” he admitted in 1978, “scarcely interested and completely frustrated me.”


Still, his experience in Tunisia had also taught him that some varieties of superficially doctrinaire Marxism, in some circumstances, might retain some value as a kind of Sorelian myth. He also recognized that most of the militants in the GP, like most student rebels around the world, were at heart “much closer to Rosa Luxemburg than Lenin,” as Foucault explained in 1970. “They have put more trust in the spontaneity of the masses than in a theoretical analysis” -- or in the edicts of a revolutionary elite. Above all, the GP’s defiant style of direct action fit well with his own newfound interest, kindled in Tunis, in terms of rebellion that might provoke “the craving, the taste, the capacity, the possibility of an absolute sacrifice.”

That sounds fairly close to the the spirit of Goethe’s The Sorrows of Young Werther and of Winterreise. Interesting that Rosa Luxemburg is associated with the Spartacus League since they were the group at my university that acted most like the GP. (I was with the group that coordinated with the police to maintain non-violence at our demonstrations. Foucault wouldn’t have liked us at all. And since this was in 1970-1971, this is where my undergraduate philosophy experience overlaps with Foucault’s philosophy chairmanship -- while our professors rotated the chairmanship (in the style of the Swiss Presidency) since no one wanted to be bothered with the university politics and paperwork).



As 1968 drew to a close and his new job at Vincennes was about to begin, Foucault wished, as he later explained, to experiment with types of political action that would require “a personal, physical commitment, that would be real and would pose a problem in concrete, precise, definite terms. . . . What I was trying to do from that moment on was to constitute for myself a certain manner of recapturing both what had preoccupied me in my work on madness. . . and also what I had just seen in Tunisia: one rediscovered, then, experience.”

An unfortunate confession: I have been ignoring these “spaced” ellipses until now, rendering them as a regular ellipsis. It just now occurred to me that by rendering them accurately, I can distinguish between where I skip things and where my source skips something. Duh! I apologize for any confusion..


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Pursuing a similar interest in “experience” in the 1930s, Georges Bataille (whose work, back in print, was suddenly in vogue among French students) had welcomed “the sudden explosion of limitless riots,” “ the explosive tumult of peoples,” the sanguinary excesses of “catastrophic change. In an analogous vein, Andre Glucksmann in 1968 had hailed “the madness of renewed revolution.” And in the months ahead, other leaders of the Gauche prolétarienne would call for “executions of despots, all sorts of reprisals for all the extortions suffered over the centuries.”...


...on January 23, 1969... at Vincennes, Foucault joined a handful of other professors and some five hundred students and militants in occupying the administration building and amphitheater of the new campus, which had been opened for classes just days before. The seizure was ostensibly a show of solidarity with students who had occupied the rector’s office at the Sorbonne earlier that day, in response to the appearance of police on the Paris campus. But to paraphrase a good slogan from the American student movement in those days, the issue was not the issue. The main point, one suspects, was to explore, again, the creative potential of disorder -- the Night of the Barricades, revisited. [Or, in other words, to dance with Kali]


...the militants at Vincennes had staged a series of increasingly vociferous demonstrations, aimed at “exposing the myth of Vincennes, the miraculous faculty.” They had denounced the experimental student-teacher assemblies -- during the assemblies, naturally -- as a “vast hoax,”... “Professorial power.” they declared, was “null and void.”


“Down with the University!” chimed in the GP, which also resurrected Voltaire’s anti-clerical slogan: “Crush infamy!”


The occupation of Vincennes lasted less than a day. Police began their assault on the administration building in the predawn hours of January 24. Those still inside, including Foucault, fought back furiously. They clogged the buildings stairways with tables, cabinets, and chairs, The police in response shot tear gas through the windows.


Some surrendered. Others’ including Foucault, fled to the roof. There, they set about hurling bricks at the police gathered below.


Witnesses recall that Foucault exulted in the moment, gleefully lobbing stones -- although he was careful not to dirty his beautiful black velour suit.


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“He was very courageous, physically very courageous,” recalls Andre Glucksmann, who fought alongside the philosopher that night: “When the police came at night, he wanted to be in the front ranks, to fight. . . . I admitted that.”... [I’m not sure this paragraph could have been written about any philosopher since Socrates]


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...Foucault, like Dr. Frankenstein, had to cope with the monster he had created in the form of the Vincennes philosophy department.


Offering countless courses with titles like “Cultural Revolutions” and “Ideological Struggle,” Foucault’s department naturally attracted dissidents of every conceivable type. Many of his militant colleagues were swept up in the enthusiasm of the moment: in 1970, Judith Miller, a professed Maoist (and Jacques Lacan’s daughter), handed out certifications of course credit in philosophy to total strangers on a bus, explaining afterward in the pages of L’Express that “the university is a figment of capitalist society.”...


In public, Foucault staunchly defended his program, and also the continuing rebellion in the universities. “We have tried to produce the experience of freedom,” he explained in the pages of Le Nouvel Observateur. “I will not say total freedom, but as complete as possible in a university like that at Vincennes.” The teaching of philosophy in France, he argued, had long functioned as an insidious kind of indoctrination, creating a “politico-moral consciousness. A national guard of consciences.” To preserve the traditional curriculum in philosophy, as the government wanted, “would be to fall into a trap.” Besides, added Foucault, “I am not sure, you know, if philosophy really exists. What exists are ’philosophers,’ a certain category of men whose discourse and activities have varied a great deal from age to age.”

Damn him. I don’t entirely disagree with this. I’ve made the point before that “university” philosophy has nothing to do with, and is even antithetical, to real philosophy.


“It seems to me that what students are trying to do, in what at first glance may appear merely folkloric, and what I myself am trying to accomplish in the dust of my books, is basically the same thing,” Foucault explained in still another interview in these months. “We must free ourselves from . . . cultural conservatism, as well as from political conservatism. We must see our rituals for what they really are: completely arbitrary things, tied to our bourgeois way of life; it is good -- and that is the real theater -- to transcend them in the manner of play, by means of games and irony; it is good to be dirty and bearded, to have long hair, to look like a girl when one is a boy (and vice versa); one must put ’in play,’ show up, transform, and reverse the systems which quietly order us about. As far as I am concerned, that is what I try to do in my work.” ...

Interesting that the arbitrariness of signs also apply to the appearances of rebellion, like beards and long hair. Today those signs would signify something very different, and you might look for cropped hair, tattoos and other forms of body art instead. This also, again, revives the debate going back to the time of Mary Shelley’s parents and Edmund Burke, of the social value vs danger of altering social controls. Here’s a strange coincidence: “For What It’s Worth” is currently playing here at the Bank Cafe (YouTube link)

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...The campus [at Vincennes] was constantly in an uproar, roiled by strikes, marches, and classroom demonstrations. Following the time-honored radical precept that “my closest friend is my most dangerous enemy,” militant students targeted Foucault’s lectures for disruption.


His patience wore thin. It was one thing to express solidarity with the left in interviews, or by pitching stones from roof tops -- that was fun! But it was quite another thing to have to put up, day in and day out, with the insane harangues of the various ultra-left sects that stormed through his classroom.


Foucault had begun to feel, as he once suggested, like Sade at Charenton: staging subversive plays in the asylum, and then having the inmates rise in rebellion against the master himself.


Foucault’s solution was simple. He spent as little time as possible on campus, concentrating instead on his research and reading in the Bibliothèque Nationale. [Jealous now!]


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...despite his deepening involvement in the political and social movements around him, his research remained almost entirely focused on the past. “History has a more important task than to be handmaiden to philosophy,” he wrote in his essay on Nietzsche. [“Nietzsche, Genealogy, History”] “It has to be a differential knowledge of energies and weaknesses, of heights and breakdowns, of poisons and antidotes. It has to be a science of remedies” -- if only for the historian himself.

Or, as Nietzsche himself once explained in an aphorism Foucault cites, “to live in the present, within a single culture, does not suffice as a universal prescription: too many people of utility who cannot breathe properly in it would die out. With the aid of history one can give them air.”