Ballast • overflow the despair
January 29, 2022A new year has just started. Et c’est sous le signe du désespoir que l’écrivain et dramaturge Arnaud Maïsetti — auteur, notamment, des ouvrages Bernard-Marie Koltès et Saint-Just & des poussières — la place : l’absence d’espoir, ordinaire et largement partagée, face au monde comme il file.But here it cannot be a question of lamentation: the text, of which its editor claims to be communist emancipation, invites the struggle, anger and destruction.New year, and new section: the writer seized this first "carte blanche" as he pleased.
From despair.January.
May the world be there, everything gathered on itself and addressing wishes for the new year already says something of despair: where everything continues identically, nothing can take place nine.
Despair, at least shooting the forces so as not to stick.The power of lamentation tears us away from terrifying, the illusion that everything will be fine-when everything is plotting, every day of each night, to maintain the world, the world, that is to say, that is to saythe other word to say the war current against us.
This is the first movement, like a fugue;The lifting: clearance movement, and that Salubre is the wind.Refuse everything in block of what begins in the name of what continues: domination over bodies and imaginations, on delusions, reasons of being, stories and their becoming.The first movement is despair and it does not save or console, but gives support.
Get rid of all hope to better defeat the taste of back-worlds as distant redemptors: do not confide in the kingdoms of the ends in the name of what is going on, there, now, worked in the fatalities and compromises, d'Relentless to defeat first.It is one of the most devious tricks of the time: to entrust us with the care to dream of the delights of the disaster, to hope even, and with a little luck, she would finish for good with the time andHis disaster - and in the meantime, wait?No, the disaster is above all the one in which we are linked, feet and fists, and that to look at the horizons, we would forget that the path is traced from our shade.The disaster will not save us from now;Rather she signs our belonging to her;And that it is not salvation, now or never;that all thought of salvation binds us to fault, and all fault condemns us to atone for those that we have not committed.Refuse the back-worlds and the after enchanters, yes, to better insult the salvation that would buy us from ourselves faults that we are inflicted on us.
The present does not wait to take place.The emergency is not after: he is on the shoulder against shoulder, on this foot on every moment.The disaster has already taken place, and the urgency is to precipitate it, again and again, less to save, than to tear yourself away from it.
Thus confide in the forces of destruction - now more than ever.
But since domination knows how to impose forms to impose itself, here it is in this period when it is agitated to develop its programs, which are other more repugnant wishes.These are proposals that blacken the table.And we, what will we offer sincere and powerful, which would not serve domination?Any proposal capable of being accepted by this world would be by nature accomplice of its package.Then, what?Slipping into the skin of the dominant is nothing desirable, to share their cases of conscience and their reasonable doubts, to say what it would be in the world if we did other.This dream too, as it is, is an ally of domination.
Not to offer anything, no, nothing: to stand, as a hinged door, in what only passes and passes.
Of course the trap, as we know, we feel it, that of the comfort of curling up, sheltered from everything, in this intact refusal.That at the refusal be associated with flight and oblivion - that what remains intact above all is what surrounds and encloses.That by dint of negations, we are also, and perhaps more, allies and accomplices of this world.On board on board, we are therefore desperately surrounded.
In uncertain, what traps especially and closes about us is the poverty of language where we keep it.These words of destruction;These words of affirmation.War to language here again, war to what makes us war, around and in us - not pacifying anything that kills us.
True disorder-the one who puts into play and makes it impossible what unites beings between them or opens them to something other than themselves-comes from this world and this is his theorem.Faced with him, only a greater disorder capable of staring at his scandal could undo: disorder against disorder, two words for two realities returned against each other: lift the disorders of domination the disorder loving by othersConjurations, its disgust and the desire of other links that are not on the fists and in the skulls.
Destroy what in the word destruction only designates what makes a vacuum: think full in the delight of forms and that these forces act.Destroy is also to make room and that stands in the fullness to come the possibility of other powers.Yes, destroying would be unleashed with mesh, and in itself, which destroys us: the racist language that we speak, the dominated language that speaks to us, the language of always grasping us with the collar with each word."Country against yourself": Nietzsche did not speak there of an electoral campaign.
The revolt takes speed.This is his only look.Speak beyond yourself, beyond language-the only possible use of language if you want to make it a weapon, and we call it lyricism, too bad, provided that it is this overflow and this outrage.
From despair, et le déborder.Lamentation only makes sense if it mumbles, between the teeth, the fists closed, and that the god hears it, and that he is afraid.
Where to take support, in despair?
If this world is a great mass grave, that it is not only in the terrible beauty of the image.Each week for months, we discover, in Catholic establishments in Canada, a new massacre of Aboriginal people;It was not enough to massacre them first and transmit all our diseases to them, steal their land afterwards, or convert them - all that is one and the same thing, one and the same program to accomplish the world andFrom its effective realization everywhere and on all - no, it was necessary to violate and bury the corpses over generations instead of the boarding schools where the lesson and the host were.Yes, if this world is built on a Sioux or Cri cemetery, as in the old horror novels where the massacred themselves come back, it is perhaps the axis of our time.In these territories of the North, which is said to reserve is played the massacre and what could stare at it, political revenge, another name of the coming revolution.Reserve: Each word to designate everything is an insult, and first of all the words of "sioux" and "cry", as we know, which designate in our language a people by the insult granted to his enemies - then c'is in the language that the counter-house could be played out.
Ndn.In the language of certain Aboriginal poets of Canada, this is the term used to designate.To pronounce these linked letters internally, we would find the word insulting in English, that which is only said by carrying the corpses - and the civilizing project in the name of what this word was released. Déposé ainsi, Ndn, forgé depuis l’insulte, mais marmonné par l’écrit, dans le texte scellé comme dans la colère des lamentations, celles prêtes à se jeter sur le visage, le mot témoigne dignement des saccages et du désir de ne jamais désemparer.Those who made Indians who were not, but thereby assigned them to this word and what he covered under the savagery to domesticate did not know that they also gave the possibility of forging another weapon:that with this word, they also designated the forces capable of being opposed to them.
At this point located in the world there are such forces - they can only serve those for whom they are intended, in the name of the curse which has taken shape in the language of the dominant to land, like a cover filled with typhus, on the skin of the First Nations.But it would be up to everyone to find such weapons, forged in identical way, since the insults are legion which served every moment to build this world by naming it, designating it wild to justify the domesticate it.
Voici donc, par exemple, Ndn, une des formes données du désespoir.They stay in a word that is more so.Despair thus works the collective intelligences that produce our counter-worlds, deposited not afterwards, in the distant horizons of the emancipations acquired, but there, inside the very alienation, at the heart of dead things, under the land of the residential school yearAboriginal where the dust and the ashes of murdered children who did not know how to say their name in their language and who prayed to be massacred to be massacred.
To fight, we experience the continuity of the living in us, and from struggle to struggle, the active solidarity of beings in its passage.It is that the struggle does not only produce its struggle, it makes possible others after it, developing the story of its lifting, sum of experiences from which we are both from and woven.She says what is the world in front of which she stands;She says that is enough;She says that, here and now, something stops from this world and traces its terminals;It stops the forced march of what empties the sky and fills the earth with corpses.Fight names the way of living in the time, in the face of which the world is only one way among others, more disgusting than others, to massacre Sioux children in a Christian boarding school.
Despair can only be this starting point by which everything can be again: and first of all this world, and first of all this language, and first of all these desires that found both.But it is not out of desire that despair is essential: rather by necessity and coldness, when we look, methodically, what is what is, that we give off the logics at work, that we persist in understanding how domination is exercised and where (everywhere) - and that it is the only law of this reality which calls it.
Persist in looking at the world requires getting rid of it, getting rid of what makes it possible.
And what wets him right aside is the imagination that digs him and supports him: we do not make war on this world without carrying arms against this imagination armed with the course of dead words andsterile images that never cease to draw on the wall the long continuous film of our membership.We do not have to provide proposals for improvements to this reality: only to oppose it another fact of what it is not - not to return it as a glove, but to arrange other relationships where language-Mend would not be used for it to serve, here.
"Cut into the terrifying reality of the forms capable of designating its dread" (Olivier Neveux) - task of art, of a certain art when it is not cowardly and veiled (in other words: rarely and byworried downhearts).He doesn't have the privilege.In the current war that is leading, designating the dread of this world is of public health as much as calling for other ways of living: lifting the abjection of now to raise the desire elsewhere is perhapsthe same gesture;Name the desire in the name of the lack is the same uprising movement.
Hospitality of despair that encourages, knows how to bring to him the four winds to scatter them.There are traps;Despair knows how much he has no firmness by himself, that he is this wobbly swinging between fragility and ferocity, between certainties and abandonment, between derisions and gravity.He has only the obstinacy for him not to be indifferent, and the desire to seek everywhere from the sorrows that will load him more to better nourish his vitality.He never looks far away.Wherever he looks, the trouble is there, wide and terrible.Hospitality of despair when it is necessary to name the pain and give it shape.
She takes shape here and there, in a few worthy angers, in a few books that give more rageously the desire to live far from the books.
Love doing this, too.Love is not the least of the counter-banners of living, insidious plots;Powers that lift.To love either is not without trap, without misunderstanding, nor delirium - except that loving holds whole of misunderstanding and delirium.
There are all the reasons to despair, which will make it obsolete the reasons for no longer despairing.
From despair et, de là, tout droit dans la colère, chercher sans attendre à ne pas arriver quelque part pourvu que ce ne soit pas ici.Take the plunge.
Publié le January 29, 2022dans LittératureparArnaud Maïsetti
