PIC Conference Roundup

The organizers of the Philosophy, Interpretation, and Culture conference put together a phenomenal roster, worth rising at 530 and riding two hours (luckily, as a drowsy passenger riddled with illness) to attend. The overall themes, time and revolution, lent themselves to radical and stimulating interpretation. Harpur College Dean Donald Nieman’s speech praised PIC’s interdisciplinarity and its outstanding reputation, hitting the mark on both counts, but underscoring the ironic troubles facing the program. To that point, great credit goes to Scu and Cecile for their elegant and rigorous work putting the whole thing together in the midst of this crisis.

My paper came first for the first day, and just a few minutes in, the room had settled into the patient quietude of academics parsing an argument about research on cultural theory. The Dean left early on, but about forty people were already gathered for the conference proper, and I delivered my thoughts alongside Brad Kaye‘s provocative paper, which framed a potential mass refusal of work by “disabled and mad” laborers in terms of Negri’s theory and the dark example of Bartleby the Scrivener. His drew many more questions than mine, but when our panel wrapped up, I was able to relax while speaker after speaker delivered high-quality theory and research.

Just about every panel seemed ideally constituted, with concepts and methods playing off of one another in provocative and inspiring ways. The next panel’s juxtaposition of Natalie Churn’s paper on Australian “bogans” with Joanna Grim‘s explanation of and reading from her one-act play “Dawning of Time” illustrated the diversity and creativity that would shine through the rest of the conference. Often, the creative interventions complemented and highlighted their panels’ themes in unexpected ways. For example, Brianna Hersey’s slam-style performance/paper that recounted her personal narrative to argue for an ontologically unstable “queer sick time” set the other papers in that panel on “embodied time” into sharp relief. These included Fanny Söderback‘s work on Kristeva, Grace Hunt’s compelling reading of Susan Brison, and Carolyn Culbertson‘s painstaking comparative approach to Derrida and Kristeva. The following panel combined Rosa Barotsi’s explanation of the revolutionary potential of cinematic slowness, Ross Birdwise‘s video/audio artist, Craig MacKie’s resuscitation the marvelously obscure Henry Darger, and a fabulous explication of the necessity of thinking ecological politics in a framework of ‘deep time.’ The latter, presented by Ben Woodard, would be a great fit at the Cultural Studies conference in the fall.

Peter Gratton‘s keynote speech also broached the question of ecology, though from a somewhat opposite tack. He argued that since politics reduces to time, time becomes the necessary precondition of politics. Taking the standpoint of a certain realism, he posited a “temporalism” of philosophy. From there, he posited a “partage” of many temporalities of reality, and conversely, of the reality of a democratic partage, along with a temporal reality that indicates a partage of time. All this led him to call for a contingent, speculative, and realist “ecology of times” as the grounds for political thought.

By the end of the first day, my illness had overwhelmed me, and I retired to the apartment rather than hanging out with the other conference attendees. That rest served me well, though, the next morning, when a whole new round of challenging ideas came rushing through the second day of the conference.

A panel on epistemology, revolution, and time included two papers on Benjamin by Sylwia Chrostowska and Miles Hentrup, one on the concept of kairos as the time of revolution by Rowan Tepper, and a fascinating rebuttal of a Lacanian turn in Laclau by Javier Burdman. The following panel included yet another Benjamin paper, this one by Christian Garland, as well as another Derrida paper by Chelsea Harry, and the first social media paper, by Kamilla Pietrzyk. The three meshed surprisingly well, and the discussion that followed the presentations was the best-rounded and perhaps one of the liveliest of the day. After this, we got a treat of a panel that included Rochelle Green’s excellent reading of Bloch’s concept of nostalgia, David Kishik‘s “meditations” on Agamben, and Netta Yerushalmy‘s presentation of a dance performance. By this time, my brain was on fire, but that might have had as much to do with illness and its medications as with concepts and their presentations.

Another fabulously well-constituted panel followed. It combined a provocation and research plan from Matt Applegate, on the Manifesto as such, with a reading of Bataille that countered Agamben’s interpretation of Bataille’s concept of sovereignty by Tommaso Tuppini, with one last Benjamin paper, delivered with aplomb by Antoine Chollet. The next panel, on political theology, took a different turn.Devin Shaw delivered the only other reading of Schmitt of the conference than mine, and the antagonism to Spinoza that Shaw set up has sparked more than a few questions in my mind. Daniel Barber compared Negri and Agamben, two tricky figures in political thought, by thinking their uses of the Figure as theological signifiers. Graham Baker unpacked Kierkegaard’s politics of the apocalypse for us. Finally, an undergraduate from Texas, Cameron Vaziri, detailed Foucault’s search for a new concept of revolution via involvement with the Iranian revolution of the 1970s. By the time the final panel came around, the crowd had thinned out. Because of that, they missed perhaps the most challenging lineup of papers of the conference. Three of the four dealt with Deleuze, and the one that didn’t read Nietzsche. As a humanist, no less – Jordan Batson framed Nietzsche’s grounding of History as a human science in terms of its methodological requirement for a telos of Life. The Deleuze papers included Allison Merrick’s treatment of the differences between Deleuze’s concept of “becoming” and a concept of “history” as such. This was followed by Bryan Nelson’s complementary argument that “becoming-democratic” for Deleuze always situates actually existing democracy, and perhaps even politics as such, in an unpresentable future. Finally, Anupa Batra presented an excellent, patient explication of the unique and problematic temporality of Deleuze’s “becoming-woman.”

Immediately after the last panel, I had to leave. I regret that, because of this, I couldn’t have spent a little more time just talking with some of these brilliant and assiduous scholars and artists. Hopefully, as I begin to catch up on their various blogs and publications, they’ll all appear in the conferences and venues that link us across institutions, geography, and disciplines. I’ll consider coming into contact with them again a great privilege.

Lost Planner

I seem to have left my small black notebook/calendar/planner somewhere on my way home last night. So… if you’re anywhere from the GMU campus to I-66 to the Beltway Inner Loop to the Medical Center Metro station to the Tenleytown Metro station to the #31 bus, and you see my little black notebook – would you please let me know?

UPDATE 10 March – Planner found and returned! Thank you!

Innocence and Freedom

On 19 October 2010, the Texas Court of Criminal Appeals found Michael Anthony Green innocent, of rape charges for which he spent 27 years in prison, the AP reported the following day.

Mr. Green was 18 when he was arrested in 1983, and was released on new DNA evidence in July 2011, at the age of 44. The tests showed that Mr. Green had not abducted or raped a woman in Houston at that time, but that four other men, who have since been identified, had committed the crime.

Mr. Green is eligible to apply for compensation from the state of Texas for his wrongful conviction. Under state law, Texas owes him eighty thousand dollars ($80,000) for each year of his incarceration – that comes to over two million dollars in settlement money. His lawyer said that he plans to apply for a pardon from Governor Rick Perry (R). Since his release, Mr. Green has worked as a paralegal for his lawyer, Bob Wicoff. Mr. Wicoff informed Mr. Green of the court’s recent decision to set aside his conviction after the DNA tests confirmed his innocence.

But although the exoneration of Mr. Green demonstrates how powerful the technical and scientific instruments of justice can be, his case also reveals fundamental contradictions in the social and legal systems that administer and enforce such justice.

First, the statute of limitations on the 1983 rape has expired. Even though the four men who committed that sexual assault have been identified, they cannot be prosecuted, since the crime occurred over ten years ago. They need not even register as sex offenders, since they have not been convicted of this crime in a court of law (and can never be, until Texas law adapts to updates in DNA testing). The powerful scientific evidence that has cleared Mr. Green cannot legally affect the men whose guilt it demonstrates.

Second, while Mr. Green stands to make a small fortune from his ordeal, his entire adulthood has been enclosed and shaped by the largest prison system in the world.  Despite the court’s formal ruling on his innocence, Mr. Green has already suffered consequences of incarceration. Indeed, when released in July (on a $500 bond), he had spent half again as much of his life behind bars as time he had been free. Monetary reimbursement from the state of Texas imagines serving time as an inmate to be a job in itself; gubernatorial pardon imagines a wrongful conviction to be a conviction nonetheless. At one and the same time, the state brands Mr. Green an exemplary outsider, and as just another average citizen.

Michael Anthony Green’s exoneration reminds us of the suffering that victims of a duplicitous and prosecutorial legal-penal system undergo every day. How many of them receive the awards and retribution that Mr. Green has? Only a few dozen a year. How many of the victims of the crimes, for which some innocents have been imprisoned, find the same justice? One shudders, and thinks, none.