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The Blaauwlakenblok Lost Notes
The Blaauwlakenblok Lost Notes
These are times shaken by their own internal contradictions and by external
resistance. And this new capitalism followed by new awareness on the environment and technology is the Late Capitalism. Postmodernism is the expression
of the inner truth of Late Capitalism:
1. Pastiche: the postmodernist experience of space
2. Schizophrenia: the postmodernist experience of time
Fanon. The opposite of violence, the prophet of a violent 3rd world revolution.
But: there have been other Fanons in history. Fanon:
the dedicated revolutionary
polemicist
the dedicated psychiatrist
the young man who wants to write plays
Fanon as the most famous spokesman of a Third Worldism who declares
that the future of socialism - or even the world - is no longer in the hands of
the proletariat of the industrialized countries, but in those of the dispossessed
and wretched of the Earth.
Adler, Nanci - Keeping faith with the party. Analyzes oral histories, unpublished memories and archival materials relating to returnees from the Gulag
that remained committed to the Communist party.
Recognizing the two-layered problem of representation is fundamental. Defining postmodernity as global conditions rather than a number of feelings is essential for its recognition.
It seems to be an uneasy balancing act, with the constant threat of reducing all
efforts to speak from the margin to textual representations.
Should postcolonial theorists not consider whether the subalterns have enough
to eat before they know enough to speak.
The subaltern shouldnt be ours to save.
Such arguments have important implications for the questions of agency and
resistance.
Bhabhas psychic relations are between elite and subordinate cultures, across
an unstable traffic of continuously (re)negotiated (counter)identifications where
the investigation is conducted.
Bhabhas conception of agency as a psychological guerrilla warfare.
Reinstating precisely the sort of hierarchies which are trying to be displaced.
Unnecessarily deterministic and partially pessimistic.
Images of the past cannot be captured by the pragmatic description of details, mere fruitless progressive tendencies.
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Herman de Vries: Deze stam heeft jarenlang in het bos gelegen. En elk jaar
ben ik een, twee keer voorbij gegaan, totdat ie op een gegevement een stadium
bereicht had dus ik dacht: zo wik ik m bewaren. Hij is de gebuige van zijn eigen
proces
Communist background: In her angrier moods she denounces all booklearning. Children should be sent to trade school she says, then put to work.
Studying is just nonsense.
Yet, she says so many different things at different times that he does not know
what she really thinks. He and his brother argue with her, point out the contradictions. If she thinks farmers are better than attorneys, why did she marry
an attorney? If she thinks booklearning is nonsense, why did she become a
teacher?
He likes Norman - his mothers brother - not only for the present - ten
shillings is a lot of money - but for his remembering, for never failing to remember.
The fielders settle into position. He must concentrate, but there is something
irritating he cannot put out of his mind: Zenos paradox. Before the arrow can
reach its target it must reach half-way, before it can reach half-way it must reach
a quarter of the way, before it can reach a quarter of the way... Cricket is not a
game. It is the truth of life.
Afrikaans children are almost like Coloured children, he finds, unspoiled and
thoughtless, running wild, then suddendly, at a certain age, going bad, their
beauty dying within them.
Beauty and desire: he is disturbed by the feelings that the legs of these boys,
blank and perfect and inexpressive, create in him. What is there that can be
done with legs beyond devouring them with ones eyes? What is desire for?
Why do children like this, boys and girls under no compulsion to go to school,
free to roam far from the watching eyes of parents, whose bodies are their own
to do with as they please - why do they not come together in a feast of sexual
delight? Is the answer that they are too innocent to know what pleasures are
available to them - that only dark and guilty souls know such secrets? That is
how the questioning always works. At first it may wander here and there; but
in the end, unfailingly, it turns and gathers itself and points a finger at himself.
Always it is he who sets the brain at thinking in motion: always it is the thinking that slips out of his control and returns to accuse him. Beauty is ignorance;
innocence is ignorance; ignorance is ignorance of pleasure; pleasure is guilty; he
is guilty. This boy, with his fresh, untouched body, is innocent, while he, ruled
by his dark desires, is guilty.
So this coloured boy who has unreflectingly kept all his life to the path of
nature and innocence, who is poor and therefore good... this boy, who is a living
reproof to him, is nevertheless subjected to him in ways that embarass him so
much that he squirms and wriggles his shoulders and does not want to look at
him any longer, despite his beauty.
Yet one cannot dismiss him. One can dismiss the Natives, perhaps, but one
cannot dismiss the Coloured people. The Natives can be argued to away because they are late comers, invaders from the north, and have no right to be here.
Against the Coloureds there is no such recause. The Coloureds were fathered by
the whites, by Jan van Riebeeck: that much is plain, even in the veiled language
of his school history book. In a better way it is even worse than that. For in
the Boland the people called coloured are not the great-great-grandchildren of
Jan van Riebeeck or any other Dutchman. He is expert enough in physiognomy,
has been expert enough as long as he can remember, to know that there is not
a drop of white blood in them. They are Hottentots, pure and uncorrupted.
Not only do they come with the land, the land comes with them, is theirs, has
always been.
Perhaps elsewhere in the world one can throw eggs - in England for instance.
In this country one cannot be thoughtless about food.
In the stories that have left the deepest mark on him, it is the third brother,
the humblest and most derided who, after the first and second brother have dis5
dainfully passed by, helps the old woman to carry her heavy load or draws the
thorn from the lions paw. The third brother is kind and honest and courageous
whereas the first and second brothers are beastful, arrogant, uncharitable. At
the end of the story the third brother is crowned prince, while the first and
second brothers are disgraced and sent packing.
There are white people and Coloured people, and Natives too - of these the Natives are the lowest and most derided. The parallel is inescapable: the Natives
are the third brother.
He thinks of Afrikaners as people in a rage all the time because their hearts
are hurt. He thinks of the English as people who have not fallen into rage because they live behind walls and guard their hearts well.
He knows that his father sides with his family against him. This is one of his
fathers ways of getting back at his mother. He is chilled by the thought of the
life he would face if his father ran the household, a life of dull, stupid formulas,
of being like everyone else.
His mother is the only one who stands between him and an existence he could
not endure.
With Coloured people in general, and with the people of the Karoo in particular, he simply does not know when they cease to be children and become
men and women.
The secret and sacred word that binds him to the farm is belonging. Out in
the veld by himself he can breathe the word aloud: I belong on the farm.
What he really believes but does not utter, what he keeps to himself for fear
that the spell will end, is a different thing: I belong to the farm.
He has two mothers. Twice-born: born from a woman and born from the
farm. Two mothers and no father.
It is unthinkable that he should ever be cast among them: they would crush
him, kill the spirit in him.
When he speaks Afrikaans all the complications of life seem suddendly to fall
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England is Sir Lancelot of the Lake and Richard the Lionheart, Robin Hood
with his longbow of yew and his suit of Lincoln green. What do the Afrikaners
have to compare? Dirkie Uys, who rode his horse till it died. Piet Retief, who
was made a fool of by Dingaan. And then the Voortrekkers getting their revenge
by shooting thousands of Zulus who didnt have guns, and being proud of it.
Since the day his father came back from the War they have fought in a second war which his father has stood no chance of winning.
Slotzinnen. He alone is left to do the thinking. How will he keep them all
in his head, all the books, all the people, all the stories? And if he does not
remember them, who will?
Michael K sets out to take his mother back to her rural home, in a South
Africa torn by civil war. On the way there she dies. But their journey itself is
still alive. Michael continues to travel with his mother, now in a box of ashes, towards Home. This points to a strong connection between memorizing the dead,
fulfilling the wishes they claim on us, the living, and the promise of future.
Michael K hoped that his mother, who was in some sense in the box and in
some sense not, being released, a spirit released into the air, was more at peace
now that she was nearer to her natal earth.
He did not know what was going to happen. The story of his life had never
been an interesting one: there had usually been someone to tell him what to do
next; now there was no one, and the best thing seemed to be to wait.
His story might end with his bones growing white in this far off place.
Solidity is what he has always lacked of. Solidity is his Achilless heel.
The first thing the interviewer wants to know is whether he has left SA for
good. He has, he replies. Why, asks the interviewer. Because the revolution is
heading for a revolution, he replies.
The first story is set in SA. It disgusts him to see that he is still writing
about SA. He would prefer to leave his South Africa-self behind as he has left
SA behind. SA was a bad start, a handicap.
The field
The status of knowledge has altered, under technological transformations. This
leads to:
exteriorization of knowledge with respect to the knower
The problem of legitimization: knowledge and power are two sides of the
same question. Who decides what knowledge is, and who knows what needs to
be decided? In the computer age, the question of knowledge is now more than
ever a question of governance.
If the focus remains on the past, the past will become the future - and that
is something no one can desire Cobley
A bigger dick doesnt get me to a big dick. Im not even wishing for a big
dick, just a bigger dick anon.
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