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H E A T R U M P H I L 0 S O
P H I C U M*
Michel
Foucault |
I
must discuss two books of exceptional merit and importance: Difference
and Repetition and The Logic of Sense.1 Indeed,
these books are so outstanding that they are difficult to discuss; this
may explain, as well, why so few have undertaken this task. I believe
that these words will continue to revolve about us in enigmatic resonance
with those of Klossowski, another major and excessive sign, and perhaps
one day, this century will be known as Deleuzian."
One
after another, I should like to explore the many paths that lead to
the heart of these challenging tests. As Deleuze has said to me, however,
this metaphor is misleading: there is no heart, but only a problem-that
is, a distribution of notable points; there is no center but always
decenterings, series, from one to another, with the limp of a presence
and an absence-of an excess, of a deficiency. Abandon the circle, a
faulty principle of return; abandon our tendency to organize everything
into a sphere. All things return on the straight and narrow, by way
of a straight and labyrinthine line. Thus, fibrils and bifurcation
(Leiris's marvelous series would be well suited to a Deleuzian analysis).
Overturn
Platonism: what philosophy has not tried? If we defined philosophy
at the limit as any attempt, regardless of its source, to reverse Platonism,
then philosophy begins with Aristotle; or better yet, it begins with
Plato himself, with the conclusion of the Sophist where it is
impossible to distinguish Socrates from the crafty imitator; or it begins
with the Sophists who were extremely vocal about the rise of Platonism
and who ridiculed its future greatness with their perpetual play on
words.
Are
all philosophies individual species of the genus "anti-Platonic"?
Would each begin with a declaration of this fundamental rejection? Can
they be grouned around this desired and detestable center? Should we
instead say that the philosophical nature of a discourse is
its Platonic differential, an element absent in Platonism but present
in the discourse itself? A better formulation would be: It is an element
in which the effect of absence is induced in the Platonic series through
a new and divergent series (consequently, its function in the Platonic
series is that of a signifier both excessive and absent); and it is
also an element in which the Platonic series produces a free, floating,
and excessive circulation in that other discourse. Plato, then, is the
excessive and deficient father. It is useless to define a philosophy
by its anti-Platonic character (as a plant is distinguished by its reproductive
organs); but a philosophy can be distinguished somewhat in the manner
in which a phantasm is defined, by the effect of a lack when it is distributed
into its two constituent series-the "archaic" and the "real"-and
you will dream of a general history of philosophy, a Platonic phantasmatology,
and not an architecture of systems.
In
any event, here is Deleuze. His "reversed Platonism" consists
of displacing himself within the Platonic series in order to disclose
an unexpected facet: division.2 Plato did not establish a
weak separation between the genus "hunter," "cook,"
or "politician," as the Aristotelians said; neither was he
concerned with the particular characteristics of the species "fisherman"
or "one who hunts with snares",5 he wished to discover
the identity of the true hunter. Who is? and not What is?
He searched for the authentic, the pure gold. Instead of subdividing,
selecting, and pursuing a productive seam, he chose among the pretenders
and ignored their fixed cadastral properties, he tested them with the
strung bow, which eliminates all but one (the nameless one, the nomad).
But how does one distinguish the false (the simulators, the "so-called")
from the authentic (the unadulterated and -pure)? Certainly not by discovering
a law of the true and false (truth is not opposed to error but to false
appearances), but by looking above these manifestations to a model,
a model so pure that the actual purity of the "pure" resembles
it, approximates it, and measures itself against it; a model that exists
so forcefully that in its presence they sham vanity of the false copy
is immediately reduced to nonexistence. With the abrupt appearance of
Ulysses, the eternal husband, the false suitors disappear. Exeunt
simulacra. Plato is said to have opposed essence to appearance, a higher
world to this world below, the sun of truth to the shadows of the cave
(and it becomes our duty to bring essences back into the world, to glorify
the world, and to place the sun of truth within man). But Deleuze locates
Plato's singularity in the delicate sorting, in this fine operation
that precedes the discovery of essence precisely because it calls upon
it, and tries to separate malign simulacra from the masses [peuple]
of appearance. Thus it is useless to attempt the reversal of Platonism
by reinstating the rights of appearances, ascribing to them solidity
and meaning, and bringing them closer to essential forms by lending
them a conceptual backbone: these timid creatures should not be encouraged
to stand upright. Neither should we attempt to rediscover the supreme
and solemn gesture that established, in a single stroke, the inaccessible
Idea. Rather, we should welcome the cunning assembly that simulates
and clamors at the door. And what will enter, submerging appearance
and breaking its engagement to essence, will be the event; the incorporeal
will dissipate the density of matter; a timeless insistence will destroy
the circle that imitates eternity; an impenetrable singularity will
divest itself of its contamination by purity; the actual semblance of
the simulacrum will support the falseness of false appearances. The
sophist springs up and challenges Socrates to prove that he is not the
illegitimate usurper. * To
reverse Platonism with Deleuze is to displace oneself insidiously within
it, to descend a notch, to descend to its smallest gestures-discreet,
but moral - which serve to exclude the simulacrum; it is also
to deviate slightly from it, to open the door from either side to the
small talk it excluded; it is to initiate another disconnected and divergent
series; it is to construct, by way of this small lateral leap, a dethroned
para-Platonism. To convert Platonism (a serious task) is to increase
its compassion for reality, for the world, and for time. To subvert
Platonism is to begin at the top (the vertical distance of irony) and
to grasp its origin. To pervert Platonism is to search out the smallest
details, to descend (with the natural gravita tion of humor) as far
as its crop of hair or the dirt under its fingernails-those things that
were never hallowed by an idea; it is to discover the decentering it
put into effect in order to recenter itself around the Model, the Identical,
and the Same; it is the decentering of oneself with respect to Platonism
so as to give rise to the play (as with every perversion) of surfaces
at its border. Irony rises and subverts; humor falls and perverts.4
To pervert Plato is to side with the Sophists' spitefulness, the unmannerly
gestures of the Cynics, the arguments of the Stoics, and the fluttering
chimeras of Epicurus. It is time to read Diogenes Laertius.
We
should be alert to the surface effects in which the Epicurians take
such pleasure:5 emissions proceeding from deep within bodies
and rising like the wisps of a fog-interior phantoms that are quickly
reabsorbed into other depths by the sense of smell, by the mouth, by
the appetites, extremely thin membranes that detach themselves from
the surfaces of objects and proceed to impose colors and contours deep
within our eyes (floating epiderm, visual idols); phantasms of fear
or desire (cloud gods, the adorable face of the beloved, "miserable
hope transported by the wind"). It is all this swarming of the
impalpable that must be integrated into our thought: we must articulate
a philosophy of the phantasm construed not through the intermediary
of perception of the image, as being of the order of an originary given
but, rather, left to come to light among the surfaces to which it is
related, in the reversal that causes every interior to pass to the outside
and every exterior to the inside, in the temporal oscillation that always
makes it precede and follow itself-in short, in what Deleuze would perhaps
not allow us to call its "incorporeal materiality."
It
is useless, in any case, to seek a more substantial truth behind the
phantasm, a truth to which it points as a rather confused sign (thus,
the futility of "symptomatologizing"); it is also useless
to contain it within stable figures and to construct solid cores of
convergence where we might include, on the basis of their identical
properties, all its angles, flashes, membranes, and vapors (no possibility
of "phenomenalization"). Phantasms must be allowed to function
at the limit of bodies; against bodies, because they stick to bodies
and protrude from them, but also because they touch them, cut them,
break them into sections, regionalize them, and multiply their surfaces;
and equally, outside of bodies, because they function between bodies
ac cording to laws of proximity, torsion, and variable distance-laws
of which they remain ignorant. Phantasms do not extend organisms into
the imaginary; they topologize the materiality of the body. They should
consequently be freed from the restrictions we impose upon them, freed
from the dilemmas of truth and falsehood and of being and nonbeing (the
essential difference between simulacrum and copy carried to its logical
conclusion); they must be allowed to conduct their dance, to act out
their mime, as "extrabeings."
The
Logic of Sense can be read as the most alien book imaginable from
The Phenomenology of Perception.6 In this latter text,
the body-organism is linked to the world through a network of primal
significations which arise from the perception of things, while, according
to Deleuze, phantasms form the impenetrable and incorporeal surface
of bodies; and from this process, simultaneously topological and cruel,
something is shaped that falsely presents itself as a centered organism
and distributes at its periphery the increasing remoteness of things.
More essentially, however, The Logic of Sense should be read
as the boldest and most insolent of metaphysical treatises-on the simple
condition that instead of denouncing metaphysics as the neglect of
being, we force it to speak of extrabeing. Physics: discourse dealing
with the ideal structure of bodies, mixtures, reactions, internal and
external mechanisms, metaphysics: discourse dealing with the materiality
of incorporeal things-phantasms, idols, and simulacra.
Illusion
is certainly the misfortune of metaphysics, but not because metaphysics,
by its very nature, is doomed to illusion, but because for too long
it has been haunted by illusion and because, in its fear of the simulacrum,
it was forced to hunt down the illusory. Metaphysics is not illusory-it
is not merely another species of this particular genus-but illusion
is a metaphysics. It is the product of a particular metaphysics that
designated the separation between the simulacrum on one side and the
original and the perfect copy on the other. There was a critique whose
task was to unearth metaphysical illusion and to establish its necessity;
Deleuze's metaphysics, however, initiates the necessary critique for
the disillusioning of phantasms. With this grounding, the way is cleared
for the advance of the Epicurean and materialist series, for the pursuit
of their singular zigzag. And it does not lead, in spite of itself,
to a shameful metaphysics; it leads joyously to metaphysics-a metaphysics
freed from its original profundity as well as from a supreme being,
but also one that can conceive of the phantasm in its play of surfaces
without the aid of models, a metaphysics where it is no longer a question
of the One Good but of the absence of God and the epidermic play of
perversity. A dead God and sodomy are the thresholds of the new metaphysical
ellipse. Where natural theology contained metaphysical illusion in itself
and where this illusion was always more or less related to natural theology,
the metaphysics of the phantasm revolves around atheism and transgression.
Sade and Bataille and somewhat later, the/palm upturned in a gesture
of defense and invitation, Roberte.7
Moreover,
this series of liberated simulacrum is activated, or mimes itself, on
two privileged sites: that of psychoanalysis, which should eventually
be understood as a metaphysical practice since it concerns itself with
phantasms; and that of the theater, which is multiplied, polyscenic,
simultaneous, broken into separate scenes that refer to each other,
and where we encounter, without any trace of representation (copying
or imitating), the dance of masks, the cries of bodies, and the gesturing
of hands and fingers. And throughout each of these two recent and divergent
series (the attempt to "reconcile" these series, to reduce
them to either perspective, to produce a ridiculous "psychodrama,"
has been extremely naive), Freud and Artaud exclude each other and give
rise to a mutual resonance. The philosophy of representation-of the
original, the first time, resemblance, imitation, faithfulness-is dissolving;
and the arrow of the simulacrum released by the Epicureans is headed
in our direction. It gives birth-rebirth-to a "phantasmaphysics."
Occupying
the other side of Platonism are the Stoics. Observing Deleuze in his
discussion of Epicurus and Zeno, of Lucretius and Chrysippus, I was
forced to conclude that his procedure was rigorously Freudian. He does
not proceed-with a drum roll-toward the great Repression of Western
philosophy; he registers, as if in passing, its oversights. He points
out its interruption, its gaps, those small things of little value neglected
by philosophical discourse. He carefully reintroduces the barely perceptible
omissions, knowing full well that they imply an unlimited negligence.
Through the insistence of our pedagogical tradition, we are accustomed
to reject the Epicurean simulacra as useless and somewhat puerile; and
the famous battle of Stoicism, which took place yesterday and will reoccur
tomorrow, has become cause for amusement in the schools. Deleuze did
well to combine these tenuous threads and to play, in his own fashion,
with this network of discourses, arguments, replies, and paradoxes,
those elements that circulated for many centuries throughout the Mediterranean.
We should not scorn Hellenistic confusion or Roman platitudes but listen
to those things said on the great surface of the empire; we should be
attentive to those things that happened in a thousand instances, dispersed
on every side: fulgurating battles, assassinated generals, burning
triremes, queens poisoning themselves, victories that invariably led
to further upheavals, the endlessly exemplary Actium, the eternal event.
To
consider a pure event, it must first be given a metaphysical basis.8
But we must be agreed that it cannot be the metaphysics of substances,
which can serve as a foundation for accidents; nor can it be a metaphysics
of coherence, which situates these accidents in the entangled nexus
of causes and effects. The event-a wound, a victory-defeat, death-is
always an effect produced entirely by bodies colliding, mingling, or
separating, but this effect is never of a corporeal nature; it is the
intangible, inaccessible battle that turns and repeats itself a thousand
times around Fabricius, above the wounded Prince Andrew.9
The weapons that tear into bodies form an endless incorporeal battle.
Physics concerns causes, but events, which arise as its effects, no
longer belong to it Let us imagine a stitched causality: as bodies
collide, mingle, and suffer, they create events on their surfaces, events
that are without thickness, mixture, or passion; for this reason, they
can no longer be causes. They form, among themselves, another kind
of succession whose links derive from a quasi-physics of incorporeals-in
short, from metaphysics.
Events
also require a more complex logic.10 An event is not a state
of things, something that could serve as a referent for a proposition
(the fact of death is a state of things in relation to which an assertion
can be true or false; dying is a pure event that can never verify anything).
For a ternary logic, traditionally centered on the referent, we must
substitute an interrelationship based on four terms. "Marc Antony
is dead" designates a state of things; expresses
my opinion or belief; signifies an affirmation; and, in addition,
has a meaning: "dying." An intangible meaning with
one side turned toward things because "dying" is something
that occurs, as an event, to Antony, and the other toward the proposition
because "dying" is what is said about Antony in a statement.
To die: a dimension of the proposition; an incorporeal effect produced
by a sword; a meaning and an event; a point without thickness or substance
of which someone speaks, which roams the surface of things. We should
not restrict meaning to the cognitive core that lies at the heart of
a knowable object; rather, we should allow it to reestablish its flux
at the limit of words and things, as what is said of a thing (not its
attribute or the thing in itself) and as something that happens (not
its process or its state). Death supplies the best example, being both
the event of events and meaning in its purest state. Its domain is the
anonymous flow of discourse; it is that of which we speak as always
past or about to happen, and yet it occurs at the extreme point of singularity.
A meaning-event is as neutral as death: "not the end, but the unending;
not a particular death, but any death; not true death, but as Kafka
said, the snicker of its devastating error."11
Finally,
this meaning-event requires a grammar with a different form of organization,12
since it cannot be situated in a proposition as an attribute (to be
dead, to be alive, to be red) but is fastened to
the verb (to die, to live, to redden). The verb, conceived in this fashion,
has two principal forms around which the others are distributed,, the
present tense, which posits an event, and the infinitive, which introduces
meaning into language and allows it to circulate as the neutral element
to which we refer in discourse. We should not seek the grammar of events
in temporal inflections; nor should we seek the grammar of meaning
in fictitious analysis of the type: to live = to be alive. The grammar
of the meaning-event revolves around two asymmetrical and hobbling
poles: the infinitive mode and the present tense. The meaning-event
is always both the displacement of the present and the eternal repetition
of the infinitive. To die is never localized in the density of a given
moment, but from its flux it infinitely divides the shortest moment.
To die is even smaller than the moment it takes to think it, and yet
dying is indefinitely repeated on either side of this widthless crack.
The eternal present? Only on the condition that we conceive the present
as lacking plenitude and the eternal as lacking unity: the (multiple)
eternity of the (displaced) present.
To
summarize: At the limit of dense bodies, an event is incorporeal (a
metaphysical surface); on the surface of words and things, an incorporeal
event is the meaning of a proposition (its logical dimension);
in the thread of discourse, an incorporeal meaning-event is fastened
to the verb (the infinitive point of the present).
In
the more or less recent past, there have been, I think, three major
attempts at conceptualizing the event: neopositivism, phenomenology,
and the philosophy of history. Neopositivism failed to grasp the distinctive
level of the event; because of its logical error, the confusion of
an event with a state of things, it had no choice but to lodge the event
within the density of bodies, to treat it as a material process, and
to attach itself more or less explicitly to a physicalism ("in
a schizoid fashion," it reduced surfaces into depth); as for grammar,
it transformed the event into an attribute. Phenomenology, on the other
hand, reoriented the event with respect to meaning: either it placed
the bare event before or to the side of meaning-the rock of facticity,
the mute inertia of occurrences-and then submitted it to the active
processes of meaning, to its digging and elaboration; or else it assumed
a domain of primal significations which always existed as a disposition
of the world around the self, tracing its paths and privileged locations,
indicating in advance where the event might occur and its possible form.
Either the cat whose good sense precedes the smile or the common sense
of the smile that anticipates the cat. Either Sartre or Merleau-Ponty.
For them, meaning never coincides with an event; and from this evolves
a logic of signification, a grammar of the first person, and a metaphysics
of consciousness. As for the philosophy of history, it encloses the
event in a cyclical pattern of time. Its error is grammatical; it treats
the present as framed by the past and future: the present is a former
future where its form was prepared; it is the past to come, which preserves
the identity of its content. On the one hand, this sense of the present
requires a logic of essences (which establishes the present in memory)
and of concepts (where the present is established as a knowledge of
the future), and on the other, a metaphysics of a crowned and coherent
cosmos, of a hierarchical world.
Thus,
three philosophies that fail to grasp the event. The first, on the pretext
that nothing can be said about those things which lie "outside"
the world, rejects the pure surface of the event and attempts to enclose
it forcibly - as a referent - in the spherical plenitude of the world.
The second, on the pretext that signification only exists for consciousness,
places the event outside and beforehand, or inside and after, and always
situates it with respect to the circle of the self. The third, on the
pretext that events can only exist in time, defines its identity and
submits it to a solidly centered order. The world, the self, and God
(a sphere, a circle, and a center): three conditions that make it impossible
to think through the event. Deleuze's proposals, I believe, are directed
to lifting this triple subjection that, to this day, is imposed on the
event: a metaphysics of the incorporeal event (which is consequently
irreducible to a physics of the world), a logic of neutral meaning
(rather than a phenomenology of signification based on the subject),
and a thought of the present infinitive (and not the raising up of
the conceptual future in a past essence).
We
have arrived at the point where the two series of the event and the
phantasm are brought into resonance -the resonance of the incorporeal
and the intangible, the resonance of battles, of death that subsists
and insists, of the fluttering and desirable idol: it subsists not in
the heart of man but above his head, beyond the clash of weapons, of
fate and desire. It is not that they converge in a common point, in
some phantasmatic event, or in the primary origin of a simulacrum. The
event is that which is invariably lacking in the series of the phantasm-its
absence indicates its repetition devoid of any grounding in an original,
outside of all forms of imitation, and freed from the constraints of
similitude. Consequently, it is disguise of repetition, the always-singular
mask that conceals nothing, simulacra without dissimulation, incongruous
finery covering a nonexistent nudity, pure difference.
As
for the phantasm, it is "excessive" with respect to the singularity
of the event, but this "excess" does not designate an imaginary
supplement adding itself to the bare reality of facts; nor does it form
a sort of embryonic generality from which the organization of the concept
gradually emerges. To conceive of death or a battle as a phantasm is
not to confuse them either with the old image of death suspended over
a senseless accident or with the future concept of a battle secretly
organizing the present disordered tumult; the battle rages from one
blow to the next, and the process of death indefinitely repeats the
blow, always in its possession, which it inflicts once and for all.
This conception of the phantasm as the play of the (missing) event and
its repetition must not be given the form of individuality (a form inferior
to the concept and therefore, informal), nor must it be measured against
reality (a reality that imitates an image); it presents itself as universal
singularity: to die, to fight, to vanquish, to be vanquished.
The
Logic of Sense tells us how to think through the event and
the phantasm, their severed and double affirmation, their affirmation
of disjunction. Determining an event on the basis of a concept, by denying
any importance to repetition, is perhaps what might be called knowing
[connaitre]; and measuring the phantasm against reality, by going
in search of its origin, is judging. Philosophy tried to do both; it
dreamed of itself as a science, and presented itself as a critique.
Thinking, on the other hand, would amount to effectuating the phantasm
in the mime that produces it at a single stroke; it would make the event
indefinite so that it repeats itself as a singular universal. Thinking
in the absolute would thus amount to thinking through the event and
the phantasm. A further clarification: If the role of thought is to
produce the phantasm theatrically and to repeat the universal event
in its extreme point of singularity, then what is thought itself if
not the event that befalls the phantasm and the phantasmatic repetition
of the absent event? The phantasm and the event, affirmed in disjunction,
are the object of thought [le pense’], and thought itself [la pensée]; on the surface of bodies
they place the extra being that only thought can think through; and
they trace the topological event where thought itself is formed. Thought
has to think through what forms it, and is formed out of what it thinks
through. The critique-knowledge duality is perfectly useless: thought
says what it is.
This
formulation, however, is a bit dangerous. It connotes equivalence and
allows us once more to imagine the identification of an object and a
subject. This would be entirely false. That the object of thought [Ie
pense'] forms thought [la pensée] implies,
on the contrary, a double dissociation: that of a central and founding
subject to which events occur while it deploys meaning around itself;
and of an object that is a threshold and point of convergence for recognizable
forms and the attributes we affirm. We must conceive of an indefinite,
straight line that (far from bearing events as a string supports its
knots) cuts and recuts each moment so many times that each event arises
both incorporeal and indefinitely multiple. We must conceptualize not
the synthesizing and synthesized subject but rather a certain insurmountable
fissure. Moreover, we must conceptualize a series, without any original
anchor, of simulacra, idols, and phantasms which, in the temporal duality
in which they are formed are always the two sides of the fissure from
which they are made signs and are put into place as signs. The fissure
of the I and the series of signifying points do not form a unity that
permits thought to be both subject and object, but they are themselves
the event of thought [la pensée] and
the incorporeality of what is thought [Ie pense'], the object
of thought [Ie pense'] as a problem (a multiplicity of dispersed
points) and thought [la pensée] as mime (repetition without a model).
This
is why The Logic of Sense could have as a subtitle: What Is
Thinking? A question that Deleuze always inscribes twice through
the length of his book-in the text of a stoic logic of the incorporeal, and in the text of a
Freudian analysis of the phantasm. What is thinking? Listen to the stoics,
who tell us how it might be possible to have thought about what is
thought. Read Freud, who tells us how thought might think.
Perhaps we arrive here for the first time at a theory of thought that
is entirely disburdened of the subject and the object The thought-event
is as singular as a throw of the dice; the thought-phantasm does not
search for truth, but repeats thought
In
any case, we understand Deleuze's repeated emphasis on the mouth in
The Logic of Sense. It is through this mouth, as Zeno recognized,
that cartloads of food pass as well as carts of meaning ("If you
say cart, a cart passes through your mouth"). The mouth, the orifice,
the canal where the child intones the simulacra, the dismembered parts,
and bodies without organs; the mouth in which depths and surfaces are
articulated. Also the mouth from which falls the voice of the other
giving rise to lofty idols that flutter above the child and from the
superego. The mouth where cries are broken into phonemes, morphemes,
semantemes: the mouth where the profundity of an oral body separates
itself from incorporeal meaning. Through this open mouth, through this
alimentary voice, the genesis of language, the formation of meaning,
and the flash of thought extend their divergent series.13 I
would enjoy discussing Deleuze's rigorous phonocentrism were it not
for the fact of a constant phonodecentering. Let Deleuze receive homage
from the fantastic grammarian, from the dark precursor who nicely situated
the remarkable facets of this decentering: Les
dents, la bouche Les
dents la bouchent L'aidant
la bouche Laides
en la bouche Lait
dans la bouche, etc. The
Logic of Sense causes us to reflect on matters that philosophy has
neglected for many centuries: the event (assimilated in a concept, from
which we vainly attempted to extract in the form of a fact, verifying
a proposition, of actual experience, a modality of the subject,
of concreteness, the empirical content of history); and the phantasm
(reduced in the name of reality and situated at the extremity, the
pathological pole, of a normative sequence: perception-image-memory-illusion).
After all, what most urgently needs thought in this century, if not
the event and the phantasm?
We
should thank Deleuze for his efforts. He did not revive the tiresome
slogans: Freud with Marx, Marx with Freud, and both, if you please,
with us. He analyzed clearly the essential elements for establishing
the thought of the event and the phantasm. His aim was not reconciliation
(to expand the farthest reaches of an event with the imaginary density
of a phantasm, or to ballast a floating phantasm by adding a grain of
actual history); he discovered the philosophy that permits the disjunctive
affirmation of both. Even before The Logic of Sense, Deleuze
formulated this philosophy with completely unguarded boldness in Difference
and Repetition, and we must now turn to this earlier work. Instead
of denouncing the fundamental omission that is presumed to have inaugurated
Western culture, Deleuze, with the patience of a Nietzschean genealogist,
points to the variety of small impurities and paltry compromises.14
He tracks down the minuscule, repetitive act of cowardice and all those
features of folly, vanity, and complacency which endlessly nourish the
philosophical mushroom-what Michel Leiris might call "ridiculous
rootlets." We all possess good sense, we all make mistakes, but
no one is dumb (certainly, none of us). There is no thought without
goodwill; every real problem has a solution, because our apprenticeship
is to a master who has answers for the questions he poses; the world
is our classroom. A whole series of insignificant beliefs. But in reality,
we encounter the tyranny of goodwill, the obligation to think "in
common" with others, the domination of a pedagogical model, and
most important, the exclusion of stupidity - the disreputable morality
of thought whose function in our society is easy to decipher. We must
liberate ourselves from these constraints; and in perverting this morality,
philosophy itself is disoriented.
Take
difference. It is generally assumed to be a difference from or within
something; behind difference, beyond it-but as its support, its site,
its delimitation, and consequently, as the source of its mastery -we
pose, through the concept, the unity of a group and its breakdown into
species in the operation of difference (the organic domination of the
Aristotelian concept). Differrence is transformed into that which must
be specified within a concept, without overstepping its bounds. And
yet, above the species, we encounter the swarming of individualities.
What is this boundless diversity which eludes specification and remains
outside the concept, if not the resurgence of repetition? Underneath
the ovine species, we are reduced to counting sheep. This stands as
the first form of subjectivation: difference as specification (within
the concept) and repetition as the indifference of individuals (outside
the concept). But subjectivation to what? To common sense which, turning
away from mad flux and anarchic difference, knows how, everywhere and
always in the same manner, to recognize what is identical; common sense
extracts the generality of an object while it simultaneously establishes
the universality of the knowing subject through a pact of goodwill.
But what if we gave free rein to ill will? What if thought freed itself
from common sense and decided to function only in its extreme singularity?
What if it made malign use of the skew of the paradox, instead of complacently
accepting its citizenship in the doxa? What if it conceived of
difference differentially, instead of searching out the common elements
underlying difference? Then difference would disappear as a general
feature that leads to the generality of the concept, and it would become-a
different thought, the thought of difference-a pure event. As for repetition,
it would cease to be the dreary succession of the identical, and would
become displaced difference. Thought is no longer committed to the
construction of concepts once it escapes goodwill and the administration
of common sense, concerned as it is with division and characterization.
Rather, it produces a meaning-event by repeating a phantasm. The morally
good will to think within common sense thought had the fundamental role
of protecting thought from its genital singularity.
But
let us reconsider the functioning of the concept. For the concept to
master difference, perception must apprehend global resemblances (which
will then be decomposed into differences and partial identities) at
the root of what we call "diversity." Each new representation
must be accomplished by those representations which display the full
range of resemblances; and in this space of representation (sensation-image-memory),
likenesses are put to the test of quantitative equalization and graduated
quantities, and in this way the immense table of measurable differences
is constructed. In the corner of this graph, on its horizontal axis
where the smallest quantitative gap meets the smallest qualitative variation,
at this zero point, we encounter perfect resemblance, exact repetition.
Repetition which, within the concept, was only the impertinent vibration
of identities, becomes, within a system of representation, the organizing
principle for similarities. But what recognizes these similarities,
the exactly alike and the least similar-the greatest and the smallest,
the brightest and the darkest - if not good sense? Good sense is the
world's most effective agent of division in its recognitions, its establishment
of equivalences, its sensitivity to gaps, its gauging of distances,
as it assimilates and separates. And it is good sense that reigns in
the philosophy of representations. Let us pervert good sense and allow
thought to play outside the ordered table of resemblances; then it
will appear as the vertical dimension of intensities, because intensity,
well before its gradation by representation, is in itself pure difference:
difference that displaces and repeats itself, contracts and expands;
a singular point that constricts and slackens the indefinite repetitions
in an acute event One must give rise to thought as intensive irregularity.
Dissolution of the Me.
A
last consideration with respect to the table of representation. The
meeting point of the axes is the point of perfect resemblance, and from
this arises the scale of differences as so many lesser resemblances,
marked identities: differences arise when representation can only partially
present what was previously present, when the test of recognition is
stymied. For a thing to be different, it must first no longer be the
same; and it is on this negative basis, above the shadowy part that
delimits the same, that contrary predicates are then articulated. In
the philosophy of representation, the relationship of two predicates,
like red and green, is merely the highest level of a complex structure:
the contradiction between red and not-red (based on the model
of being and non-being) is active on the lowest level;
the non identity of red and green (on the basis of a negative
test of recognition) is situated above this; and this ultimately
leads to the exclusive position of red and green (in the table
where the genus color is specified). Thus for a third
time, but in an even more radical manner, difference is held fast within
an oppositional, negative, and contradictory system. For difference
to have a place, it was necessary to divide the "same" through
contradiction, to limit its infinite identity through non being, to
transform its indeterminate positivity through the negative. Given
the priority of the same, difference could only arise through these
mediations. As for the repetitive, it is produced precisely at the point
where the barely launched mediation falls back on itself; when, instead
of saying no, it twice pronounces the same yes, and when, instead of
distributing oppositions into a system of definitions, it turns back
indefinitely to the same position. Repetition betrays the weakness
of the same at the moment when it can no longer negate itself in the
other, when it can no longer recapture itself in the other. Repetition,
at one time pure exteriority and a pure figure of the origin, has been
transformed into an internal weakness, a deficiency of finitude, a sort
of stuttering of the negative-the neurosis of dialectics. For it was
indeed toward dialectics that the philosophy of representation was headed.
And
yet, how is it that we fail to recognize Hegel as the philosopher of
the greater differences and Leibniz as the thinker of the smallest differences?
In actuality, dialectics does not liberate differences; it guarantees,
on the contrary, that they can always be recaptured. The dialectical
sovereignty of the same consists in permitting differences to exist
but always under the rule of the negative, as an instance of nonbeing.
They may appear to be the successful subversion of the Other, but contradiction
secretly assists in the salvation of identities. Is it necessary to
recall the unchanging pedagogical origin of dialectics? What ceaselessly
reactivates it, what causes the endless rebirth of the aporia of being
and nonbeing, is the humble classroom interrogation, the student's
fictive dialogue: "This is red; that is not red. At this moment,
it is light outside. No, now it is dark." In the twilight of an
October sky, Minerva's bird flies close to the ground: "Write it
down, write it down," it croaks, "tomorrow morning, it will
no longer be dark."
The
freeing of difference requires thought without contradiction, without
dialectics, without negation; thought that accepts divergence; affirmative
thought whose instrument is disjunction; thought of the multiple-of
the nomadic and dispersed multiplicity that is not limited or confined
by the constraints of the same; thought that does not conform to a
pedagogical model (the fakery of prepared answers) but attacks insoluble
problems - that is, a thought which addresses a multiplicity of exceptional
points, which is displaced as we distinguish their conditions and which
insists upon and subsists in the play of repetitions. Far from being
the still incomplete and blurred image of an Idea that would, from on
high and for all time, hold the answer, the problem lies in the idea
itself, or rather, the Idea exists only in the form of a problem: a
distinctive plurality whose obscurity is nevertheless insistent, and
in which the question ceaselessly stirs. What is the answer to the question?
The problem. How is the problem resolved? By displacing the question.
The problem escapes the logic of the excluded third, because it is
a dispersed multiplicity; it cannot be resolved by the clear distinctions
of a Cartesian idea, because as an idea it is obscure-distinct; it seriously
disobeys the Hegelian negative because it is a multiple affirmation;
it is not subjected to the contradiction of being and non being, since
it is being. We must think problematically rather than question and
answer dialectically.
The
conditions for thinking of difference and repetition, as we have seen,
have undergone a progressive expansion. First, it was necessary, along
with Aristotle, to abandon the identity of the concept, to reject resemblance
within representation, and simultaneously to free ourselves from the
philosophy of representation; and now, it is necessary to free ourselves
from Hegel-from the opposition of predicates, from contradiction and
negation, from all of dialectics. But there is yet a fourth condition,
and it is even more formidable than the others. The most tenacious subjectivation
of difference is undoubtedly that maintained by categories. By showing
the number of different ways in which being can express itself, by specifying
its forms of attribution, by imposing in a certain way the distribution
of existing things, categories create a condition where being maintains
its undifferentiated repose at the highest level. Categories dictate
the play of affirmations and negations, establish the legitimacy of
resemblances within representation, and guarantee the objectivity and
operation of concepts. They suppress anarchic difference, divide differences
into zones, delimit their rights, and prescribe their task of specification
with respect to individual beings. On one side, they can be understood
as the a priori forms of knowledge, but, on the other, they appear as
an archaic morality, the ancient decalogue that the identical imposed
upon difference. Difference can only be liberated through the invention
of an acategorical thought. But perhaps invention is a misleading word,
since in the history of philosophy there have been at least two radical
formulations of the univocity of being - those given by Duns Scotus
and Spinoza. In Duns Scotus's philosophy, However, being is neutral,
while for Spinoza it is based on substance; in both contexts, the elimination
of categories and the affirmation that being is expressed for all things
in the same way had the single objective of maintaining the unity of
being. Let us imagine, on the contrary, an ontology where being would
be expressed in the same fashion for every difference, but could only
express differences. Consequently, things could no longer be completely
covered over, as in Duns Scotus, by the great monochrome abstraction
of being, and Spinoza's modes would no longer revolve around the unity
of substance. Differences would revolve of their own accord, being
would be expressed in the same fashion for all these differences, and
being would be no longer a unity that guides and distributes them but
their repetition as differences. For Deleuze, the noncategorical univocity
of being does not directly attach the multiple to unity itself (the
universal neutrality of being, or the expressive force of substance);
it puts being into play as that which is repetitively expressed as difference.
Being is the recurrence of difference, without there being any difference
in the form of its expression. Being does not distribute itself into
regions; the real is not subordinated to the possible; and the contingent
is not opposed to the necessary. Whether the battle of Actium or the
death of Antony were necessary or not, the being of both these pure
events-to fight, to die-is expressed in the same manner, in the same
way that it is expressed with respect to the phantasmatic castration
that occurred and did not occur. The suppression of categories, the
affirmation of the univocity of being, and the repetitive revolution
of being around difference-these are the final conditions for the thought
of the phantasm and the event. We
have not quite reached the conclusion. We must return to this "recurrence,"
but let us pause a moment.
Can
it be said that Bouvard and Pecuchet make mistakes?15 Do
they commit blunders whenever an opportunity presents itself? If they
make mistakes, it is because there are rules that underline their failures
and under certain definable conditions they might have succeeded. Nevertheless,
their failure is constant, whatever their action, whatever their knowledge,
whether or not they follow the rules, whether the books they consulted
were good or bad. Everything befalls their undertaking-errors, of course,
but also fires, frost, the foolishness and perversity of men, a dog's
anger. Their efforts were not wrong; they were totally botched. To be
wrong is to mistake a cause for another; it is not to foresee accidents;
it may derive from a faulty knowledge of substances or from the confusion
of necessities with possibilities. We are mistaken if we apply categories
carelessly and inopportunely, but it is altogether different to ruin
a project completely: it is to ignore the framework of categories (and
not simply their points of application). If Bouvard and Pecuchet are
reasonably certain of precisely those things which are largely improbable,
it is not that they are mistaken in their discrimination of the possible
but that they confuse all aspects of reality with every form of possibility
(this is why the most improbable events conform to the most natural
of their expectations). They confuse or, rather, are confused by the
necessity of their knowledge and the contingency of the seasons, the
existence of things, and the shadows found in books: an accident, for
them, possesses the obstinacy of a substance, and those substances seized
them by the throat in their experimental accidents. Such is their grand
and pathetic stupidity, and it is incomparable to the meager foolishness
of those who surround them and make mistakes, the others whom they rightfully
disdain. Within categories, one makes mistakes; outside of them, beyond
or beneath them, one is stupid. Bouvard and Pecuchet are acategorical
beings.
These
comments allow us to isolate a use of categories that may not be immediately
apparent; by creating a space for the operation of . truth and falsity;
by situating the free supplement of error, categories silently reject
stupidity. In a commanding voice, they instruct us in the ways of knowledge
and solemnly alert us to the possibilities of error, while in a whisper
they guarantee our intelligence and form the a priori of excluded stupidity.
Thus we court danger in wanting to be freed from categories; no sooner
do we abandon them than we face the magma of stupidity and risk being
surrounded not by a marvelous multiplicity of differences but by equivalences,
ambiguities, the "it all comes down to the same thing," a
leveling uniformity, and the thermodynamism of every miscarried effort.
To think in the form of the categories is to know the truth so that
it can be distinguished from the false; to think "acategorically"
is to confront a black stupidity and, in a flash, to distinguish oneself
from it. Stupidity is contemplated: sight penetrates its domain and
becomes fascinated; it carries one gently along and its action is mimed
in the abandonment of oneself; we support ourselves on its amorphous
fluidity; we await the first leap of an imperceptible difference, and
blankly, without fever, we watch to see the glimmer of light return.
Error demands rejection - we can erase it; we accept stupidity - we
see it, we repeat it, and softly, we call for total immersion.
This
is the greatness of Warhol with his canned foods, senseless accidents,
and his series of advertising smiles: the oral and nutritional equivalence
of those half-open lips, teeth, tomato sauce, that hygiene based on
detergents; the equivalence of death in the cavity of an eviscerated
car, at the top of a telephone pole and at the end of a wire, and between
the glistening, steel blue arms of the electric chair. "It's the
same either way," stupidity says, while sinking into itself and
infinitely extending its nature with the things it says of itself;
"Here or there, it's always the same thing; what difference if
the colors vary, if they're darker or lighter. It's all so senseless-life,
women, death! How stupid this stupidity!" But, in concentrating
on this boundless monotony, we find the sudden illumination of multiplicity
itself-with nothing at its center, at its highest point, or beyond it-a
flickering of light that travels even faster than the eyes and successively
lights up the moving labels and the captive snapshots that refer to
each other to eternity, without ever saying anything: suddenly, arising
from the background of the old inertia of equivalences, the zebra stripe
of the event tears through the darkness, and the eternal phantasm informs
that soup can, that singular and depthless face.
Intelligence
does not respond to stupidity, since it is stupidity already vanquished,
the categorical art of avoiding error. The scholar is intelligent. It
is thought, though, that confronts stupidity, and it is the philosopher
who observes it. Their private conversation is a lengthy one, as the
philosopher's sight plunges into this candleless skull. It is his death
mask, his temptation, perhaps his desire, his catatonic theater. At
the limit, thought would be the intense contemplation from close up-to
the point of losing oneself in it-of stupidity; and its other side is
formed by lassitude, immobility, excessive fatigue, obstinate muteness,
and inertia-or, rather, they form its accompaniment, the daily and thankless
exercise which prepares it and which it suddenly dissipates. The philosopher
must have sufficiently ill will to play the game of truth and error
badly: this perversity, which operates in para doxes, allows him to
escape the grasp of categories. But aside from this, he must be sufficiently
"ill humored" to persist in the confrontation with stupidity,
to remain motionless to the point of stupefaction in order to approach
it successfully and mime it, to let it slowly grow within himself (this
is probably what we politely refer to as being absorbed in one's thoughts),
and to await, in the always-unpredictable conclusion to this elaborate
preparation, the shock of difference. Once paradoxes have upset the
table of representation, catatonia operates within the theater of thought.
We
can easily see how LSD inverts the relationships of ill humor, stupidity,
and thought: it no sooner eliminates the supremacy of categories than
it tears away the ground of its indifference and disintegrates the
gloomy dumbshow of stupidity; and it presents this univocal and acategorical
mass not only as variegated, mobile, asymmetrical, decentered, spiraloid,
and reverberating but causes it to rise, at each instant, as a swarming
of phantasm-events. As it slides on this surface at once regular and
intensely vibratory, as it is freed from its catatonic chrysalis, thought
invariably contemplates this indefinite equivalence transformed into
an acute event and a sumptuous, appareled repetition. Opium produces
other effects: thought gathers unique differences into a point, eliminates
the background and deprives immobility of its task of contemplating
and soliciting stupidity through its mime. Opium ensures a weightless
immobility, the stupor of a butterfly that differs from catatonic rigidity;
and, far beneath, it establishes a ground that no longer stupidly absorbs
all differences but allows them to arise and sparkle as so many minute,
distanced, smiling, and eternal events. Drugs-if we can speak of them
generally-have nothing at all to do with truth and falsity; only to
fortune-tellers do they reveal a world "more truthful than the
real." In fact, they displace the relative positions of stupidity
and thought by eliminating the old necessity of a theater of immobility.
But perhaps, if it is given to thought to confront stupidity, drugs,
which mobilize it, which color, agitate, furrow, and dissipate it, which
populate it with differences and substitute for the rare flash a continuous
phosphorescence, are the source of a partial thought-perhaps.16
At any rate, in a state deprived of drugs, thought possesses two horns:
one is ill will (to baffle categories) and the other ill humor (to point
to stupidity and transfix it). We are far from the old sage who invests
so much goodwill in his search for the truth that he can contemplate
with equanimity the indifferent diversity of changing fortunes and things;
far from the irritability of Schopenhauer, who became annoyed with things
that did not return to their indifference of their own accord. But we
are also distant from the "melancholy" that makes itself indifferent
to the world, and whose immobility-alongside books and a globe-indicates
the profundity of thought and the diversity of knowledge. Exercising
its ill will and ill humor, thought awaits the outcome of this theater
of perverse practices: the sudden shift of the kaleidoscope, signs that
light up for an instant, the results of the thrown dice, the destiny
of another game. Thinking does not provide consolation or happiness.
Like a perversion, it languidly drags itself out; it repeats itself
with determination upon a stage; at a stroke, it flings itself outside
the dice box. At the moment when chance, the theater, and perversions
enter into resonance, when chance dictates a resonance among the three,
then thought becomes a trance; and it becomes worthwhile to think. The
univocity of being, its singleness of expression, is paradoxically the
principal condition that permits difference to escape the domination
of identity, frees it from the law of the Same as a simple opposition
within conceptual elements. Being can express itself in the same way,
because difference is no longer submitted to the prior reduction of
categories; because it is not distributed inside a diversity that can
always be perceived; because it is not organized in a conceptual hierarchy
of species and genus. Being is that which is always said of difference;
it is the Recurrence of difference.17
With
this term, we can avoid the use of both Becoming and Return,
because differences are not the elements-not even the fragmentary,
intermingled, or monstrously confused elements-of an extended evolution
that carries them along in its course and occasionally allows their
masked or naked reappearance. The synthesis of Becoming might seem somewhat
slack, but it nevertheless maintains a unity-not only and not especially
that of an infinite container but also the unity of fragments, of passing
and recurring moments, and of the floating consciousness that recognizes
it Consequently, we are led to mistrust Dionysus and his Bacchantes
even in their state of intoxication. As for the Return, must it be
the perfect circle, the well-oiled millstone that turns on its axis
and reintroduces things, forms, and men at their appointed time? Must
there be a center and must events occur on its periphery? Even Zarathustra
could not tolerate this idea: "Everything
straight lies," murmured the dwarf disdainfully. "All truth
is crooked, time itself is a circle." "Spirit
of Gravity," I said angrily, "you do treat this too lightly." And convalescing, he groans:
"Alas!
Man will return eternally, abject man will return eternally." Perhaps
what Zarathustra is proclaiming is not the circle; or perhaps the intolerable
image of the circle is the last sign of a higher form of thought; perhaps,
like the young shepherd, we must break this circular ruse-like Zarathustra
himself, who bit off the head of a serpent and immediately spat it
away. Chronos
is the time of becoming and new beginnings. Piece by piece, Chronos
swallows the things to which it gives birth and which it causes to be
reborn in its own time. This monstrous and lawless becoming-the endless
devouring of each instant, the swallowing-up of the totality of life,
the scattering of its limbs-is linked to the exactitude of rebeginning.
Becoming leads into this great, interior labyrinth, a labyrinth no different
in nature from the monster it contains. But from the depths of this
convoluted and inverted architecture, a solid thread allows us to retrace
our steps and to rediscover the same light of day. Dionysus with Ariadne:
you have become my labyrinth. But Aeon is recurrence itself,
the straight line of time, a splitting quicker than thought and narrower
than any instant. It causes the same present to arise-on both sides
of this indefinitely splitting arrow-as always existing, as indefinitely
present, and as indefinite future. It is important to understand that
this does not imply a succession of present instances which derive from
a continuous flux and that, as a result of their plenitude, allow us
to perceive the thickness of the past and the horizon of a future in
which they, in turn, become the past. Rather, it is the straight line
of the future that repeatedly cuts the smallest width of the present,
that indefinitely recuts it starting from itself. We can trace this
schism to its limbs, but we will never find the indivisible atom that
ultimately serves as the minutely present unity of time (time is always
more supple than thought). On both sides of the wound we invariably
find that the schism has already happened (and that it had already taken
place, and that it had already happened that it had already taken place),
and that it will happen again (and in the future, it will happen again):
it is less a cut than a constant fibrillation. Time is what repeats
itself; and the present-split by this arrow of the future that carries
it forward by always causing its swerving on both sides-endlessly recurs.
But it recurs as singular difference; and the analogous, the similar,
and the identical never return. Difference recurs; and being, expressing
itself in the same manner with respect to difference, is never the universal
flux of Becoming; nor is the well-centered circle of the identical.
Being is a Return freed from the curvature of the circle; it is Recurrence.
Consequently, three deaths of Becoming, the devouring Father-mother
in labor; of the circle, by which the gift of life passes to the flowers
each springtime; of recurrence-the repetitive fibrillation of the present,
the eternal and dangerous fissure fully given in an instant, affirmed
in a single stroke once and for all.
By
virtue of its splintering and repetition, the present is a throw of
the dice. This is not because it forms part of a game in which it insinuates
small contingencies or elements of uncertainty. It is at once the chance
within the game and the game itself as chance; in the same stroke, both
the dice and rules are thrown, so that chance is not broken into pieces
and parceled out but is totally affirmed in a single throw. The present
as the recurrence of difference, as repetition giving voice to difference,
affirms at once the totality of chance. The univocity of being in Duns
Scotus led to the immobility of an abstraction, in Spinoza it led to
the necessity and eternity of substance; but here it leads to the single
throw of chance in the fissure of the present. If being always declares
itself in the same way, it is not because being is one but because the
totality of chance is affirmed in the single dice throw of the present
Can
we say that the univocity of being has been formulated on three different
occasions in the history of philosophy, by Duns Scotus and Spinoza and
finally by Nietzsche-the first to conceive of univocity as returning
and not as an abstraction or a substance? Perhaps we should say that
Nietzsche went as far as the thought of the Eternal Return; more precisely,
he pointed to it as an intolerable thought. Intolerable because, as
soon as its first signs are perceived, it fixes itself in that image
of the circle which carries in itself the fatal threat that all things
will return-the spider's reiteration. But this intolerable must be considered
because it exists only as an empty sign, a passageway to be crossed,
the formless voice of the abyss whose approach is indissociably both
happiness and disgust. In relation to the Return, Zarathustra is the
Fursprecher, the one who speaks for . . . , in the place of .
. . , marking the spot of his absence. Zarathustra is not Nietzsche's
image but his sign. The sign (which must be distinguished from the symptom)
of rupture: the sign closest to the intolerability of the thought of
the return, "Nietzsche" allowed the eternal return to be thought.
For close to a century the loftiest enterprise of philosophy has been
directed to this task, but who has had the arrogance to say that he
has seen it through? Should the Return have resembled the nineteenth
century's conception of the end of history, an end that circled menacingly
around us like a phantasmagoria at the final days? Should we have ascribed
to this empty sign, imposed by Nietzsche as an excess, a series
of mythic contents that disarmed and reduced it? Should we have attempted,
on the contrary, to refine it so that it could unashamedly assume its
place within a particular discourse? Or should this excessive, this
always-misplaced and displaced sign have been accentuated; and instead
of finding an arbitrary meaning to correspond to it, instead of constructing
an adequate word, should it have been made to enter into resonance with
the great signified that today's thought supports as an uncertain and
controlled ballast? Should it have allowed recurrence to resound in
unison with difference? We must avoid thinking that the return is the
form of a content that is difference; rather, from an always-nomadic
and anarchic difference to the unavoidably excessive and displaced sign
of recurrence, a lightning storm was produced which will bear the name
of Deleuze: new thought is possible; thought is again possible.
This
thought does not lie in the future, promised by the most distant of
new beginnings. It is present in Deleuze's texts-springing forth, dancing
before us, in our midst; genital thought, intensive thought, affirmative
thought, acategorical thought-each of these an unrecognizable face,
a mask we have never seen before; differences we had no reason to expect
but which nevertheless lead to the return, as masks of their masks,
of Plato, Duns Scotus, Spinoza, Leibniz, Kant, and all other philosophers.
This is philosophy not as thought but as theater-a theater of mime with
multiple, fugitive, and instantaneous scenes in which blind gestures
signal to each other. This is the theater where the laughter of the
Sophist bursts out from under the mask of Socrates; where Spinoza's
modes conduct a wild dance in a decentered circle while substance revolves
about it like a mad planet; where a limping Fichte announces "the
fractured I // the dissolved self; where Leibniz, having reached the
top of the pyramid, can see through the darkness that celestial music
is in fact a Pierrot lunaire. In the sentry box of the Luxembourg
Gardens, Duns Scotus places his head through the circular window; he
is sporting an impressive mustache; it belongs to Nietzsche, disguised
as Klossowski.
notes 1. Gilles Deleuze, Difference et repetition
(Paris: Presses Universitaires de France, 1968) [Difference and Repetition,
trans. Paul Patton (New York: Columbia University Press, 1994]; Deleuze,
Logique du sens (Paris: Minuit, 1969) [The Logic of Sense,
trans. Mark Lester with Charles Stivale, ed. Constantin V. Bourdas (New
York: Columbia University Press, 1990)]. 2
Difference and Repetition, pp. 126 - 28; Logic of Sense,
pp. 253 - 6. 3
Plato, The Sophist, trans. F. M. Cornford, in Plato: The Collected
Dialogues, ed. E. Hamilton and H. Cairns (Princeton: Princeton University
Press, 1961), pp. 957-1017. 4
On the rising of irony and the plunging of humor, see Difference
and Repetition, p. 5, and Logic of Sense, pp. 134-41. 5
Logic of Sense, pp. 266 - 79. 6
Merleau-Ponty, La Phenomenologie de la perception (Paris: Gallimard,
1945) [The Phenomenology of Perception, trans. Colin Smith [London:
Routledge & Kegan Paul, 1962]. 7
A character in Klossowski's Les Lots de I'hospitalite (Paris:
Gallimard, 1965). 8
Logic of Sense, pp. 6-11. 9
Fabricius was a Roman general and statesman (d. 250 b.c.);
Prince Andrew is a main character in Tolstoi's War and Peace-Ed. 10
Logic of Sense, pp. 12-22. 11
Maurice Blanchot, L'Espace litteraire, cited in Difference
and Repetition, p. 112; see also Logic of Sense, pp. 148
-53. 12
Logic of Sense, pp. 148 - 53. 13
On this subject, see Logic of Sense, pp. 185-233. My comments
are, at best, an allusion to these splendid analyses. 14
This entire section considers, in a different order from that of the
text, some of the themes that intersect within Difference and Repetition.
I am, of course, aware that I have shifted accents and, far more important,
that I have ignored its inexhaustible riches. I have reconstructed one
of several possible models. Therefore, I will not apply specific references. 15
A reference to the protagonists of Gustave Flaubert's novel, Bouvard
and Pecuchet, trans. T. W. Earp and G. W. Stonier (Norfolk, Conn.:
New Directions, 1954).-Ed. 16
"What will people think of us?" [Note added by Gilles Deleuze.] 17
On these themes, see Logic of Sense, pp. 162-68, 177-80, and
Difference and Repetition, pp. 35-43.299-304.
*This
review essay originally appeared in Critique 282(1970), pp. 885-908.
The translation, by Donald F. Brouchard and Sherry Simon, has been slightly
amended. |