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AN INTERROGATION OF THE "REAL" IN ALL ITS GUISES



Hamm: What's happening?
Clov: Something is taking its course.
Beckett




Monday, 12 November 2012

Theological Practice



Fragment of a Thought on Theological Practice

What is the status of theological thought?  Who “owns” it, i.e. who has the right to engage in and utilize it?  Is it the special possession of faith traditions, somewhat like the specialist knowledge and apparatuses of various scientific disciplines, or can non-faith participants legitimately “do” theology?  To put this another way, does it have the same status as communist egalitarianism, as pointed out by Rancière in connection with failed communist communities:
They did not fail, as the opinion goes, because individuals could not submit to the common discipline.  On the contrary, they failed because the communist capacity could not be privatized.  The sharing of the capacity of anybody could not be turned into the virtue of the private communist man.
Ranciere’s point is that so many categories of communist discipline, whether it be emancipation from oppression or the communal sharing of labour, do not belong to the particular predicate “communism” as if only a communist could properly assume their practice.  They belong precisely to the “capacity of anybody” by virtue of their universality, and therefore cannot be privatized or held pretentiously as particular communist virtues. 
Insofar as egalitarianism, ethics, and the event (in the sense of creative novelty) are concerned, can the Church not admit that in the past it has likewise “privatized the capacity of anybody,” has made these categories virtues of the religious community as if without the Church everyone would only do “what was right in his/her own eyes,” as if there could be no new subjective creation without faith in Christ? Such a suggestion can only be said to be preposterous in view of the empirical evidence.  It was Alan Watts, that once Anglican minister turned Zen Buddhist, who summed up the state of homily during his time in the Church: “So much preaching we hear on Sunday morning comes down to this: ‘My dear people, be good!’”  So much should be admitted.  The real problem, however, is that such actual homiletic practice is a reflection of an underlying theology that has become little more than the repetition of the everyday humanistic parlance of modernity.  Obsessed with seeming relevant, much contemporary theology is found in the position of having given up on the deeper core of Christian thought, in, for instance, the historical status and meaning of the resurrection.  Nor is the problem merely implicit or subterranean in the life of the Church, for the Church itself has its own resurrection “reactionaries.”  For them, the resurrection is not theologically meaningful as an historical event, but merely provides a hermeneutical substrate for what is truly important: theory and practice regarding the human subject/community.  This sort of theology is so obviously a compromise with modernity that it is difficult to take it seriously as theology.  It would surely cause the one who said, “…if Christ has not been raised, then our preaching is in vain and your faith is in vain,” to roll over in his grave (1 Cor. 15:14).  Perhaps it is best seen as a reflection of the consciousness of a certain cultural type, or a certain “class.” As a result of the life of relative comfort lived by this class, it can no longer identify with the words that follow those just quoted: “If in Christ we have hope in this life only, we are of all people most to be pitied” (v.15).  In short, it reflects a decadent class theology.   

Quoted section: Jacques Rancière, “Communists Without Communism?” in The Idea of Communism (New York: Verso, 2010), 169.

Friday, 2 November 2012

Whitman


To a Stranger

 
Passing stranger! you do not know
How longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking,
Or she I was seeking
(It comes to me as a dream)

 
I have somewhere surely
Lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall'd as we flit by each other,
Fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,

 
You grew up with me,
Were a boy with me or a girl with me,
I ate with you and slept with you, your body has become
not yours only nor left my body mine only,

 
You give me the pleasure of your eyes,
face, flesh as we pass,
You take of my beard, breast, hands,
in return,

 
I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you
when I sit alone or wake at night, alone
I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.