As my professor spoke today, something sparkling flew out of her mouth and crashed onto the table in front of me. As I stared at the glimmering shards of the something lying in front of me, bewildered that such a thing could happen in the absence of psychedelic assistance, I began to piece them together into something more or less resembling words.
This is what I was able to assemble:
There is a there there…material conditions and categories…In moments of self-revelation, we realize that there’s a core…One experiences one’s being as congealed social relations…and it goes all the way down.
Holy &%$! bujeezus.
Unfortunately, like any mirror that has been shattered by the hammerstroke of calculated surprise, the reassembled image was still covered by a shimmering web of cracks and fractures. What I had thought was my perfectly fragmented vision suddenly acquired a patina of consistency, the lines of my vision reverberating from the throbbing quiddity of something beneath it.
Yikes.
OK, back to work.
The (re)presentation from my notes:
laugh at the notion of shredding identity
there is a there there — its social relations, congealed social relations
material conditions
discourses that position us
Shredding identity…yes.
There must (not?) be such a thing.
Structured nature of the of psyche. Built nature of core. What does
one do when exposed to the core of self. *There is a there there* The
core is constructed…a material condition… material conditions and
categories. The there there, deep down there, is the experience of
constructed social relationships. A challenge of identity? Or a
twisted affirmation of it…even if the it there is of a radically
different nature than you once thought, perceived, desired, wished.
PS My visual representation of Friday and Monday….