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1 Franz Kafka. (1998). The Trial. pp.223.
Merde
That was the sound from behind the door. Or at least that was what
we—I—remember. A judging sound, the sound of judgement: after all,
Kenny Png had to submit himself, be judged, before the law. Which is
not to say that was definitely what happened: after all, one can never be
definitive about such things, especially when they are based on memo-
ry. One has to then approach—keeping in mind the register that one is
called to such things—with a certain amount of reasonable doubt.
One has to note here that this was a piece written for two primary
reasons: to be seen by peers; and also to be judged by a certain examiner,
by one who knew nothing of the persons involved in the piece, nor the
piece itself, one who was aptly termed an ‘external examiner’. And here,
it is difficult to ignore the tropes of dissection and dismembering, as if
an autopsy was to be performed, on not only the performance, but the
performers as well.
Here, if we allow ourselves to be sensitive, it is not difficult to hear
the registers of K, of Kafka, and of The Trial; in particular where K is
brought before a power that he neither knows—and can never know—
nor can see, but which clearly has effects on him. Hence, at best, all K
can do is to guess, to posit, what is required of him. It is this positing that
is captured in the statement of the priest in the cathedral when he says
to K, “no … you don’t have to consider everything true, you just have to
consider it necessary.”1 This is due to the fact that K is faced with a law
that he must approach, and which has power of judgment over him, but
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4 ibid. pp.221.5 ibid. pp.215.6 ibid. pp.216.
remain; it is of his own free will that he does. This opens the possibility
that it is the man who is free; unlike the doorkeeper who is captive to
his duty, is captive to the Law, as not only has he to wait for the man to
appear, but must also wait there till he decides to leave: in this sense, it
is the executer of the Law who is most bound to it. As the priest explains
to K,
the man is in fact free: he can go wherever he wishes, the entrance
to the Law alone is denied to him, and this only by one person,
the doorkeeper. If he sits on the stool at the side of the door and
spends the rest of his life there, he does so of his own free will; the
story mentions no element of force. The doorkeeper, on the other
hand, is bound to his post by his office; he is not permitted to go
elsewhere outside, but to all appearances he is not permitted to
go inside either, even if he wishes to.4
Even as the doorkeeper is bound to the Law, it is not as if he knows what
the Law is: one can assume that he hasn’t been too far into the Law—“I’m
only the lowest doorkeeper … the mere sight of the third is more than
even I can bear”5 —and moreover, it is the man who “in the darkness …
now sees a radiance that streams forth inextinguishably from the door of
the Law”6; nothing is said of whether the doorkeeper sees this light. This
suggests that both the man and the doorkeeper, regardless of whether
they are there by choice or by duty, are affected by a power that is beyond
2 ibid. pp.215.3 ibid. pp.216.
at the same time, is a law that is always hidden from him. And it is this
that the priest attempts to highlight to him through the famous parable
of the Law:
Before the Law stands a doorkeeper. A man from the country
comes to this doorkeeper and requests admittance to the Law.
But the doorkeeper says that he can’t grant him admittance now.
The man thinks it over and then asks if he’ll be allowed to enter
later. “It’s possible,” says the doorkeeper, “but not now.”2
It is not that the man—or K—is not allowed into the Law, not allowed to
see what it is that is judging him, but that he is not allowed to at this very
moment. As there is no time stipulation to “but not now,” it is not that
the doorkeeper is lying to him, but that the moment of admittance is de-
ferred, not necessarily eternally, but perhaps for just one moment longer
than the life of the man. However, it is not as if the Law has no effect on
their lives: on the contrary, the man from the country waits outside the
doorway till the end of his life, and K’s trial fully occupies his daily exist-
ence. In other words, both of them are completely consumed by the Law,
by a force that they do not—and cannot—see or comprehend, by a force
that they remain completely blind to.
Even though the Law is a force that affects them, has an effect on
them, it is not as though they are compelled to be before it: after all, the
man decides that “he would prefer to wait.”3 At no point is he forced to
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at best whether it is a correct understanding; which suggests that every
misunderstanding is not only potentially a correct understanding, but
that it is impossible to distinguish between them in the first place. One
might even posit that within every understanding lies a misunderstand-
ing. It is for this reason that even the executer of the Law remains blind
to it: all the doorkeeper is doing is carrying out the Law in that particular
situation, the situation of the Law being “solely for you”; in other words,
the only knowledge that the executer of the Law has is of its effects; the
only time that the executer knows of the Law is at the very moment(s)
he is executing it.
But it is not as if our own K is unaware of this; of the absurdity of
standing before a Law he is not privy to—being judged by a judge undoing
the very Law he is judging by, the very Law that allows him to judge in
the first place. After all, he is constantly reminding us that, “I am happy,
because I should be happy!” And at that point, I recall many in the audi-
ence jumping to the conclusion that he must have been writing a com-
mentary on the state, on politics, on public policy. Of course, they were all
completely missing the point: what was at stake was far more than mere
politics; what was at play was the very notion of happiness itself. And
more precisely, the absurdity of the relationality between happiness and
choice. Perhaps it might be helpful to take a strange detour here—to tem-
porarily defer a direct approach to the relationality—and look through
the lens of politics itself, in order to open a register between freedom and
happiness.
7 ibid. pp.217.8 ibid. pp.223.9 ibid. pp.219.
their comprehension; even the “radiance that streams forth” is only seen
at the end; only “now” does he see this light. And even though the man
sees this light, this radiance emanating from within the door, within the
Law, he never knows what it means, or even what the light is.
The unknowability of the Law becomes even more curious if we take
into account the fact that “no one else could gain admittance here, be-
cause this entrance was meant solely for you.”7 This suggests that it is a
personalized Law, and this opens the register of the paradox that every
law—that the Law itself—faces: in order for something to be Law, it has
to have a certain universality, in that it is applicable to everyone with-
out distinction or discrimination; however, each application of the Law
is singular, unique, and situational. Hence, at best, the Law can only be
known—if that term can even be used in the first place—at the very mo-
ment in which it is applied; to the man, to K, to you: the Law can only be
glimpsed by the effects it has on one, but can never be known as such.
This is precisely why the priest tells K, “you don’t have to consider eve-
rything as true, you just have to consider it as necessary.” For, it is not
so much that one cannot tell between what is true or not (which is the
misunderstanding that K has in thinking that “lies are made into a uni-
versal system”8) but more radically that each truth—and by extension
each lie—is only provisional, situational, singular. It is the situationality
of the Law, of each positing of the Law, that allows the “commentators
[to] tell us: the correct understanding of a matter and misunderstand-
ing the matter are not mutually exclusive.”9 In fact, one can only guess
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In a democracy, the subject has to assume complete responsibility for
both her/his actions and that of the state. The freedom of the subject is
closely related to the choice(s) that is presented to the subject; and in
fact, the point of ultimate freedom, expression of one’s will and choice,
comes at the moment of election. At each election, the subject has three
options: elect a particular candidate or party, spoil the vote, or refuse to
vote. But whichever option the subject chooses, (s)he has already agreed
to accept the outcome of the election. This, for instance, makes all claims
to Bush’s illegal election moot the moment the results were officially an-
nounced; one can challenge them up to the point they are announced, but
no longer after. More crucially, the subject has to take responsibility for
the outcome. In effect, whether or not you elected that particular person/
party, you are responsible for her/his/their actions. By extension, this
means that whatever legislation is passed by those elected to office—no
matter how brutal or disagreeable they may be—is effectively passed by
the subject(s) on themselves.
This ironic lack of freedom in democracy is due to the attempt at bridg-
ing the gap between the subject and the other; by attempting to know the
other too well. By having a direct hand in choosing one’s own leaders,
one is in effect having a stake in the leadership, whilst being governed by
that same leadership. Hence, there is no longer a gap, a space, to complain
about that same leadership; after all, you were the one who chose it.
And here we momentarily turn to Slavoj Žižek—potentially a strange
source when attempting to examine a notion like happiness—who con-
In a Fascist state, the subject is denied all freedom; all power lies
in the hands of the one absolute leader—in this sense, (s)he plays the
role of the (Absolute) Other, on which everything depends. The sub-
ject is merely a part of the whole body (in the form of the state): this
is the corporatisation of the state and its subjects. Hence, all action of
the subject is a result of the Leader: this is why Adolf Eichmann’s de-
fense in Jerusalem, when he claimed that he was innocent as he was
merely following the orders of the Führer, is perversely correct. Ironi-
cally, this absolute enslavement also ensures the absolute freedom
of the subject; for there is nothing that the subject can be responsible
for. (S)he is merely a cog in the entire body, and as such, the subject is
not responsible for anything, even her/him self. So, even if the subject
is punished by the law for something in a Fascist state, it is not that
(s)he is guilty for doing—or not doing—something, for one can only be
guilty if one is responsible for it, but the fact that the Leader deems her/
him so. The fact that the private and the public spheres are collapsed en-
sures the true freedom of the self; one is accountable only to the self and
not to any external force.
In a Totalitarian state—the Soviet Union under Stalin for instance—
the Other takes the form of the Party. In this manner, once again there is
no freedom for the subject as everything is determined by the Party; all
responsibility comes under, and is of, the Party. Hence, the subject can
always blame the Party for anything, even bad weather. Once again, a per-
verse form of freedom for the subject can be found in this situation.
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too far away, not too close. This fragile balance was disturbed—by
what? By desire precisely. Desire was the force that compelled the
people to move on—and end up in a system in which the great ma-
jority are definitely less happy.10
And it is this absurd gap between absolute freedom of choice, and the
act of choosing, that K opens: for if we were only ever satisfied with real
choices, all commercialism, and advertising would fail. Even though
shaving cream is essentially the same, we are only satisfied when we get
to choose between 20 variations; and this is what we want: sterilized,
safe, options; alternatives. But instead of complaining about the illusory
nature of choice, what K does is to plunge head-on into the illusion; and
here we awaken another spectre, that of the Beckettian ‘I cannot choose,
but I must choose’.
This though, is a reconstitution of choice, of the act of choosing itself;
for it is no longer a choice that is purely of the self, but rather a choosing
that is always already in relation with what is out there, with a certain
throwness into a situation. In other words—and here do we have much
choice but to speak in words that are other to us—this is a choice that
is in response to the call from elsewhere, to a call from the other. And
here perhaps, it may be helpful to allow ourselves a momentary turn to
Werner Hamacher, and his response to Peter Connor, where he meditates
on what a call entails, on what it means to be called:
10 Slavoj Žižek. (2003). The Puppet and the Dwarf: the Perverse Core of Christianity. pp.42.
The above paragraphs on Fascism, Totalitarianism and Democracy were inspired by a conversation with Žižek on 8 August, 2004 in Saas Fee, Switzerland.
tends that happiness lies in the gap between the ability to choose, and the
actual consequences of real choice. He asks:
When exactly can people be said to be happy? In a country like
Czechoslovakia in the late 1970s and 1980s, people were, in a way,
actually happy: three fundamental conditions of happiness were
fulfilled. Their material needs were basically satisfied—not too
satisfied, since the excess of consumption can in itself generate
unhappiness. It is good to experience a brief shortage of some
goods on the market from time to time (no coffee for a couple of
days, then no beef, then no TV sets): these brief periods of shortage
functioned as exceptions that reminded people that they should
be glad that these goods were generally available—if everything
is available all the time, people take this availability as an evident
fact of life, and no longer appreciate their luck. So life went on in
a regular and predictable way, without any great efforts or shocks;
one was allowed to withdraw into one’s private niche. A second
extremely important feature: there was the Other (the Party) to
blame for everything that went wrong, so that one did not feel re-
ally responsible—if there was a temporary shortage of some goods,
even if stormy weather caused great damage, it was “their” fault.
And last, but not least, there was an Other Place (the consumerist
West) about which one was allowed to dream; and one could even
visit it sometimes—this place was at just the right distance: not
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12 Jacques Derrida. (1998). Right of Inspection. pp.1.13 ibid. pp.1.14 ibid. pp.1.
ensures that this communion is one that is without consumption, with-
out subsumption; the other remains wholly other to ourself, even as we
attempt to momentarily get in touch.
Perhaps it is this touching that we have to examine, a touching that is
clearly an act—we must after all attempt to touch something—but an act
that is also always already exterior to us, to ourselves, to all notions of the
self. And here, as we are attempting to read, we must never forget that we
are reading a play, for even though we are free to read, we are always al-
ready governed by the laws of reading, and the rules that come with each
genre. As Jacques Derrida reminds us time and time again, even though
the reader has a “right to see,” and that it takes a certain “skill to see,”
in that it is not a random, purely arbitrary act, (s)he is always already
bound by a “law of seeing.” After all, “you have the authority to tell your-
self these stories but you cannot gain access to the squares of that other
one. You are free but there are rules.”12 In this way, reading, and seeing, is
a negotiation between the reader and the text. One is free within a cer-
tain set of rules—after all, one is always already bound by grammar—and
one’s reading is an interjection, an interplay between the reader and the
text within the rules laid out, the rules before which both the reader and
the text must stand; “there is a law that assigns the right of inspection,
you must observe these rules that in turn keep you under surveillance.”13
In order to play the game—the game of seeing, the game of reading—you
have no choice but to “remain within these limits, this frame, the frame-
work of these frames …”14 And more than this, a text gives both you and
11 Werner Hamacher. ‘Interventions’. in Qui Parle: Journal of Literary Studies 1, no. 2, Spring 1987: 37-42. italics from source.
Why is the call thought of as something which, rather than taken,
taken down, or taken in—be it from a specific agent, subject, prin-
ciple, preferably a moral one—will be given? And if each call which
issues is destined to make demands on the one who is called (but
this is also questionable), is it already settled that I will hear,
that I will hear this call and hear it as one destined for me? Is it
not rather the case that the minimal condition to be able to hear
something as something lies in my comprehending it neither as
destined for me nor as somehow oriented toward someone else?
Because I would not need to hear it in the first place if the source
and destination of the call, of the call as call, were already certain
and determined. Following the logic of calling up, of the call … and
along with that the logic of demand, of obligation, of law, no call
can reach its addressee simply as itself, and each hearing is con-
summated in the realm of the possibility not so much of hearing as
being able to listen up by ceasing to hear. Hearing ceases. It listens
to a noise, a sound, a call; and so hearing always ceases hearing,
because it could not let itself be determined other than as hearing,
to hearing any further. Hearing ceases. Always. Listen…11
And as Hamacher teaches us, listening is the openness to the possibil-
ity of the other, of the potentiality of being in communication—in com-
munion—with the other, an objectless other, an other that might always
remain completely other. It is this objectlessness of the other which
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something is illegitimate that the authority of a person is required in or-
der to enact it. In other words, authority is the very undoing of the Law
itself. For instance, a death-sentence can only be pardoned by the author-
ity of the sovereign. In doing so, (s)he is going against the legal system
which sentenced the person to death; the same legal system that upholds
her/his very sovereignty. However, a foregrounding of the illegitimacy
of the sovereign would not only shatter the illusion, but also bring about
the collapse of the entire system. This is the lesson of The Emperor’s New
Clothes: the shock and horror of the crowd was not in the fact that the
little child pointed out that the Emperor was naked (who didn’t already
know that), but in foregrounding the absurdity of the situation (he is only
the Emperor because everyone deems him to be so; and they are subjects
because he is Emperor). The child was told to be quiet precisely because
what was highlighted was the fact that the people were making them-
selves subservient; they were subjected by their own act of subjugation,
and moreover in the face of an absolute lack of evidence that the man
standing in front of them was the Emperor. What was at stake though was
not just the status of the Emperor himself, but the very empire itself; for
if the illusory state of his authority is exposed, then the entire kingdom
comes crashing down. And hence, the child was silenced not to protect
the Emperor from the shame of being naked, but more pertinently to
protect the secret that his authority rested on nothing: he was only Em-
peror because he was in a lineage that was recognized by his subjects; he
was sovereign not because he was a singular one, but because he was in a
15 ibid. pp.2.
itself (through its characters, through the outcome of its own narrative),
a right to look, the simple right to look or to appropriate with the
gaze, but it denies you that right at the same time: by means of its
very apparatus it retains that authority, keeping for itself the right
of inspection over whatever discourses you might like to put forth
or whatever yarns you might spin about it, and that in fact comes
to mind before your eyes.15
It is in this way that every seeing reveals and conceals at the same time;
every seeing always already involves a certain inability to see, an inability
to know. In effect, every reading is a positing, taking a position, making
a choice, which comes with a moment of madness, blindness. Otherwise,
all one is doing is re-writing the text; otherwise, one might as well not
be reading at all. And here, once again, the spectre of Kafka returns to
us, whispering to us that one can never know the law before which one
stands.
At this point, we might want to take yet another detour, and alter the
perspective of the thinking, and perhaps direct it onto K himself—and
here open the register of authorship. One can detect an echo of the author
that can be heard in authority, as if the writer of the situation can play at
being God; all-seeing, and in full-control. The trouble with authority is
that it is always already illegitimate. For, if something is legitimate, access
to it would be open to everyone—governed by the Law. It is only when
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Perhaps this is the lesson of Andy Warhol. It was not so much the
reproduction itself that is the art, but the very gesture of recognizing
the objects to be reproduced. There is nothing to an old pair of shoes ly-
ing around; it is van Gogh’s realization of the possibilities in those very
shoes—the singularity of the situation—that momentarily elevates it to
the realm of art. In this sense, one can posit that both Warhol and van
Gogh were authors at that moment of recognition; through their respec-
tive media, both of them create a singularity by arresting a particular
moment in time. And since it is a singular moment, it is in some sense
always also an original gesture; one that has never happened before, and
one that is also non-repeatable. In this manner, one can posit that the
artistic gesture is the reification of time itself: the concretisation of a mo-
ment through a medium, as if that moment was real; in other words, the
authoring of a moment.
The irony though is that every gesture is always already a reproduced
gesture. After all, regardless of medium, one is capturing a moment, and
more precisely, a moment that has passed. In this sense, all art is a recon-
stitution of memory. This is not to say that every act of memory is art; or
that every attempt to capture memory is art. Far from it.
Perhaps here, one might consider the status of forgetting. In order to
do so, we should momentarily stop and consider what it means to say “I
forgot.” One can always posit that “I forgot” is a performative statement:
anyone who has been through a school system has used this umpteen
times when faced with an assignment, and in particular when one has
series of ones. In fact, if he was truly new and original, no one would rec-
ognize him, and he would not be sovereign, barring a war-like situation
where a new Emperor enforced his authority over people, subjugated a
new group. However, even in that situation, he is only Emperor when his
subjects finally recognize him. Hence, all authority is only as such due to
the sovereign being a reproduction of all the sovereigns before her/him;
and not the person as such. However, the very source of that authority it-
self, the reason for a pact between the Emperor and his subjects, remains
a tautological premise (he is Emperor because the people are subjects;
they are subjects because there is an Emperor), remains outside of rea-
son, remains unknown; remains a secret.
In some way, the question that remains sounds paradoxical: if we
posit that it is important that the secret is protected, how is it a secret, if
everyone already knows what the secret is?
Here perhaps, we need to turn to the very notion of secrets them-
selves. And to do so, let us momentarily draw upon an old tale. When Isis
poisoned Ra, she promised him the antidote in exchange for his secret
name, which was the source of all his power. And he whispered into her
heart, and she felt herself filled with all the knowledge and wisdom of Ra,
with all the power that came with his name—Amen-Ra. However, it was
not as if no one else knew it; in fact everyone knows that his name is Ra.
What this shows is that secrets rarely lie in the content (after all, Amen
is merely an affirmation), but in knowing that something is secret, in the
gesture of acknowledging that the secret is a secret, that he is indeed Ra.
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all knowledge—that gives each situation the possibility of singularity.
Hence, singularity is always already external to the subject; it is the very
finitude of subjectivity.
This suggests that singularity, originality—or dare one say the artistic
gesture—is found not in a completed, accomplished, work, but rather in
the potential forgetting in that work. In this sense, art is the foreground-
ing of the possibility of forgetting. And since it is impossible to fore-
ground what one cannot know, this suggests that art is always already in
its praxis, and more than that, it is always already only to come. This is
an approach to art that acknowledges that part of art always lies outside
the person; that can at best only be glimpsed momentarily. This is art in
the precise sense of a craft at its highest level, where it consumes the
practitioner, and often in ways which are exterior to one’s cognitive abil-
ity. In this sense, art remains invisible to one; at best, it expresses itself
through one.
If one can never be sure of the status of one’s act—whether it is repro-
duced through memory, or whether it is a new act due to a forgetting—
every act is then both (n)either a first (n)or a reproduction. By extension,
each time one performs an act, one is both neither a virgin and always al-
ready virginal. This is also a foregrounding of the illegitimacy of author-
ity; one cannot legitimately say whether something is art or not. In other
words, any judgement is based on nothing except the praxis of judging it-
self, where one cannot rely on a metaphysical comfort that one is correct
(or wrong) with any certainty. Hence, art lies in its praxis, in each attempt
crossed the deadline—this is of course something our friend K could have
done when accused of “merde” by his judge: posit a certain forgetting, a
slip-of-mind in order to escape that particular sentence; this is of course
something that he did not do; a strategist among us might even say that
this was something that K failed to do. What is more interesting though
is to consider the possibility that “I forgot” is a constative statement: in
this case, for the statement to be true, there cannot be an object to it; the
moment there is an object to “I forgot,” then strictly speaking one has
remembered what one has forgotten. Hence, the utterance “I forgot” is
one in which there is no referent; at best, the subject is uttering the very
fact that (s)he has forgotten and nothing more. And if there is no refer-
ent to forgetting, this suggests that there is always already an element of
unknowability—an unknowable element—in forgetting. In other words,
there is an element that lies beyond the cognition of the subject; that lies
beyond the subject herself. The implication is, one cannot choose for-
getting, one cannot choose what one forgets—after all, there is no object
to forgetting. Hence, forgetting happens to one: it is something other to
the subject that then has an effect on her. And if this is so, there is then
absolutely no reason that each time one remembers something, each act
of memory, might not also bring with it the potentiality of forgetting. In
other words, forgetting is not an antonym to memory, but rather is po-
tentially part of memory itself. By extension, there is no possibility of
knowing if each act of remembering recalls the same memory. And it is
precisely this impossibility of knowing—this unknowability that haunts
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16 This was in reference to the utopian ideal of the Leninist revolution and can be found in Slavoj Žižek. “A Plea for Leninist Intolerance” in Critical Inquiry. Winter 2000.
www.uchicago.edu/research/jnl-crit-inq/v28/v28n2.Žižek.html (italics from source).
the realm of the polis, and consider the instance of revolutions. Here, we
return to Slavoj Žižek—this time calling on him as one of the thinkers of
modern day revolutions—who never lets us forget:
In a proper revolutionary breakthrough, the utopian future is nei-
ther simply fully realized, present, nor simply evoked as a distant
promise that justifies present violence. It is rather as if, in a unique
suspension of temporality, in the short circuit between the present
and the future, we are—as if by Grace—for a brief time allowed to
act as if the utopian future were (not yet fully here, but) already
at hand, just there to be grabbed. Revolution is not experienced
as a present hardship we have to endure for the happiness and
freedom of the future generations but as the present hardship
over which this future happiness and freedom already cast their
shadow-in it; we already are free while fighting for freedom, we
already are happy while fighting for happiness, no matter how
difficult the circumstances. Revolution is not a Merleau-Pontyan
wager, an act suspended in the futur anterieur, to be legitimized
or delegitimized by the long term outcome of the present acts; it
is as it were its own ontological proof, an immediate index of its
own truth.16
And it is this “as if” that remains crucial to us: we must act ‘as if ’ we
are able to do so. This suggests that each time we act, there is no way
at making something, doing something, practising one’s craft; at best, all
that can be said is that art is a gesture towards the possibility of art. More
than that, whether something ever reaches the realm of art—a reproduc-
tion that is not just a reproduction—or remains just another reproduc-
tion—not that there is any logical difference between the two—always
already remains a secret from us, perhaps until it happens. And when
it does, its reason might still remain unknown to us, which means that
all attempts to reproduce the gesture might only remain a reproduction.
In other words, art is nothing more than a gesture. And more than
that, since art always already remains potentially exterior to the person,
there are no artists; there is only the possibility of the gesture.
One that is made in blindness to everything but the possibility of art
itself.
“I am happy!”—in blindness to everything, but the possibility of hap-
piness itself.
Which is why, there always already had to be two of them; even as
they are walking around in circles, declaring their happiness—for hap-
piness could not reside in just a single, total, being. As K is teaching us,
happiness is always already there; perhaps the only reason we are unable
to see it is because it is there, but just not yet. However, this is not a ni-
hilistic gesture, one aimed at nothingness, for that would be too sure, too
certain, too totalising, but rather a gesture of hope, a gesture of possibil-
ity, potentiality. And here for a moment, it might be strange to make yet
another segue—a back-track even—as if it was possible to do so, re-enter
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that one has to be forever separate from everyone else, from everything;
but rather, even in a joining, a conjoining, one always already remains
singular. In this very sense, the phrase “when two become one” has to be
read ironically; and what else would this gap, this distance, be, but that
of irony.
Perhaps here, we might as well reverse all the way to the beginning;
and start again. This is after all, one of the possible readings of a revolu-
tion; going round and round in circles. And listen to another register of
“merde”; that of Ubu Roi. More precisely—if we can ever even use that
notion when speaking of Ubu Roi—we need to open our receptors to his
laughter, the great guffaw of the King, a King very much unlike the naked
one we spoke of earlier. For, this king is one that takes his kingship—and
himself—with an absurd level of seriousness, so seriously that we have no
choice but to take him ironically, at a distance; otherwise we either have
absolutely no way of fathoming anything, or we understand nothing by
attempting to understand everything. Hence, what we have to do is to ap-
proach Ubu Roi at a distance, allow for the fact that he is king—whatever
that even begins to mean—and take everything he says, and does, with
belief and un-belief at the same time. For, there is no referentiality to the
words of this king; all he is doing is saying, all he is doing is speaking: all
he is doing is naming at the moment he names.
Isn’t that though the nature of all names? Singular as there is only one
thing, at one moment in time, that is being named; multiple as no name is
unique. Therefore, a name both refers to one thing and everything other
in which we will know whether it is a correct or wrong act—in other
words, we will never have the comfort of certainty. Each time we act is its
own “ontological proof,” with no hope of reference or precedence: each
act is singular, and irreducibly different from every other act. But at the
same time, we can only know that something is irreducibly different in
the presence of another; which suggests that each act—and by extension,
each person—to borrow Jean-Luc Nancy’s beautiful formulation, is al-
ways already singular-plural.
And if one is singular, but always already in relation to all others, this
suggests that happiness cannot be vested in the self; despite all the claims
of self-help gurus, and television psychologists, one cannot will oneself
to be happy. But as our friend K tells us over and over again, we can only
be happy “because we should be happy.” All the self can do is listen—and
open oneself to the possibility of being happy.
Here, we might begin to posit that happiness lies in the dash between
the singular and the plural; after all, if happiness is nothing but the open-
ness to the possibility of happiness, this suggests that it is both always
already there, and to come; all one can do is stand before it. But at the
same time, as we have opened in the register of maintaining the gap—the
proper distance as it were—between choosing and real choice, we must
allow the dash to keep the singular and the plural apart. As K demonstrat-
ed to us, the moment the two of them come together—the moment 3939
and 2424 do something because they want to, choose to do something as
“it feels real good”—all hell breaks loose. This of course does not mean
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