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by Chris on Sep.30, 2009, under art
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by Chris on Sep.28, 2009, under politics
The Israeli side of the wall is painted with the image of the countryside beyond the wall—but without the Palestinian town, depicting just nature, with grass and trees.
On August 2, 2009, after cordoning off part of the Arab neighborhood of Sheikh Jarrah in East Jerusalem, Israeli police evicted two Palestinian families—more than 50 people—from their homes. Jewish settlers immediately moved into the emptied houses. Although Israeli police cited a ruling by the country’s Supreme Court to justify the evictions, the Arab families had been living there for more than 50 years. The event attracted the attention of the global media, but it is part of a larger and mostly ignored process.
Five months earlier, on March 1, 2009, it was reported that the Israeli government has plans to build more than 70,000 new housing units in Jewish settlements in the occupied West Bank. If implemented, the plans could increase the number of settlers in the Palestinian territories by about 300,000—a move that would not only severely undermine the chances of a viable Palestinian state, but also interfere with the everyday lives of Palestinians.
A government spokesman dismissed the report, arguing that the preliminary plans were of limited relevance: The actual construction of new homes in the settlements required the approval of the defense minister and prime minister. However, 15,000 of the planned units have already been fully approved. In addition, almost 20,000 of the planned units lie in settlements that are far from the “green line” that separates Israel from the West Bank—in other words they are located in areas that Israel cannot expect to retain in any future peace deal with the Palestinians.
The conclusion is obvious: While paying lip-service to the two-state solution, Israel is busy creating a situation on the ground that renders a two-state solution de facto impossible. The dream that underlies this politics is best rendered by the wall that separates a settler’s town from the Palestinian town on a nearby hill somewhere in the West Bank. The Israeli side of the wall is painted with the image of the countryside beyond the wall—but without the Palestinian town, depicting just nature, with grass and trees. Is this not ethnic cleansing at its purest, imagining the outside beyond the wall as it should be —empty, virginal, waiting to be settled?
When purportedly peace-loving Israeli liberals present their conflict with Palestinians in neutral “symmetrical” terms, admitting that there are extremists on both sides who reject peace, etc., one should ask a simple question: What goes on in the Middle East when nothing goes on there at the direct politico-military level (i.e., when there are no tensions, attacks, negotiations)?
On Israel’s end, what goes on is the incessant slow work of taking the land from the Palestinians in the West Bank: the gradual strangling of the Palestinian economy, the parcelling of their land, the building of new settlements, the pressure on farmers to make them abandon their land—all supported by a Kafkaesque network of legal regulations.
In Palestine Inside Out: An Everyday Occupation, Saree Makdis describes how, while the Israeli occupation of the West Bank is ultimately enforced by the armed forces, it is an “occupation by bureaucracy”: Its primary forms are application forms, title deeds, residency papers and other permits. It is with this micro-management of daily life that Israel secures its slow but steadfast expansion. One has to ask for a permit in order to live with one’s family, to farm one’s land, to dig a well, to go to work, to school, to a hospital.
Though it has been largely ignored by the media, Israel is clearly engaged in a slow, invisible process—a kind of underground digging of the mole—gradually undermining the basis of Palestinian livelihood so that, one day, the world will awaken and realize that there is no more Palestinian West Bank, that the land is Palestinian-free, and that all we can do is accept it.
The story has been going on since 1949: While Israel accepts the peace conditions proposed by the international community, it anticipates that the peace plan will fail. While condemning the openly violent excesses of “illegal” settlements, the State of Israel promotes new “legal” West Bank settlements. A look at the changing map of East Jerusalem, where the Palestinians have been gradually encircled and their space sliced, tells it all. The map of the Palestinian West Bank already looks like a fragmented archipelago.
The condemnation of unsanctioned anti-Palestinian violence obfuscates the true problem of state violence; the condemnation of illegal settlements obfuscates the illegality of the “legal” ones. Therein resides the two-facedness of the much-praised non-biased “honesty” of the Israeli Supreme Court: By way of occasionally passing a judgment in favor of the dispossessed Palestinians, proclaiming their eviction illegal, it guarantees the legality of the remaining majority of cases.
And, to avoid any kind of misunderstanding, taking all this into account in no way implies an “understanding” for inexcusable terrorist acts. On the contrary, it provides the only ground from which one can condemn the terrorist attacks without hypocrisy.
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by Chris on Sep.26, 2009, under art, philosophy

“There is no Virgil to guide us in this Inferno,” reads a graffito in Agamben’s neighborhood, which he takes his visitors to see with what seems like a mixture of pride and self-effacement. He claims that when the paint began to fade, he asked one of his friends to reinforce the lines in red spray. After the job was done, the friend added a stencil of a black rat sitting on a step at the bottom right of the sentence (click to enlarge).
I took a picture of this wall almost a year ago, but only this morning I came to notice the similarity of this little rat and the insignia of Banksy, the greatest street artist in the world today, who is currently completing (like always, incognito) a series of works in various locations around my neighborhood. “Like most people,” Banksy writes, “I have a fantasy that all the little powerless losers will gang up together. That all the vermin will get some good equipment and then the underground will go overground and tear this city apart.” Note, also, that “rat” is an anagram of “art.” I have little interest in the question whether Agamben and Banksy know each other personally or not. What interests me here is the basic philosophy that they both share.
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notes for the coming community: Agamben and Banksy.
by Chris on Sep.24, 2009, under history
This is odd. I’ve just written a long piece on Dreyfus (as part of my forthcoming book on Hannah Arendt), and I blogged about him a few days ago (see below). Then pow – we get a crop of new books and this review. When the zeitgeist is in the groove it seems there’s just no stopping it..

On a January day in Paris, in 1895, a ceremony was enacted in the courtyard of the École Militaire, on the Champ-de-Mars, that still shocks the mind and conscience to contemplate: Alfred Dreyfus, a young Jewish artillery officer and family man, convicted of treason days earlier in a rushed court-martial, was publicly degraded before a gawking crowd. His insignia medals were stripped from him, his sword was broken over the knee of the degrader, and he was marched around the grounds in his ruined uniform to be jeered and spat at, while piteously declaring his innocence and his love of France above cries of “Jew” and “Judas!” It is a ceremony that seems to belong to some older, medieval Europe, of public torture and autos-da-fé and Inquisitions.
Yet it took place in the immediate shadow of the monument of modernity, the Eiffel Tower, then six years old, which loomed at the north end of the Champ-de-Mars. The very improbability of such an act’s happening at such a time—to an assimilated Jew who had mastered a meritocratic system and a city that was the pride and pilothouse of civic rationalism—made it a portent, the moment where Maupassant’s world of ambition and pleasure met Kafka’s world of inexplicable bureaucratic suffering. The Dreyfus affair was the first indication that a new epoch of progress and cosmopolitan optimism would be met by a countervailing wave of hatred that deformed the next half century of European history.
The Dreyfus affair never goes away, and is the subject of a brave new book by the novelist and lawyer Louis Begley, “Why the Dreyfus Affair Matters” (Yale; $24). Brave because Begley wants to use the occasion not for French-bashing, or for reciting the enduring history of European anti-Semitism, bleak as it is, but as a pointed warning and reminder of how fragile the standards of civilized conduct prove in moments of national panic. The Dreyfus affair matters, he believes, because we have, in the past decade, made our own Devil’s Island and hundreds of new Dreyfuses—the Dreyfus affair matters because we’re still in the middle of it. Begley, as he recounts the story of the Parisian fin-de-siècle legal drama, also spends many pages showing that among the prisoners in places like Guantánamo are many Dreyfuses—innocent, as he was, and, on the whole, much worse treated. He wants to arraign Americans, and particularly those who fetishize the Dreyfus case without grasping its principles: that every accused person should be able to face his accusers in a fair trial, and that national panic makes bad policy and false prisoners.
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Louis Begley’s Why the Dreyfus Affair Matters review : The New Yorker.
by Chris on Sep.23, 2009, under history
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Why You Are Not Your Brain, and Other Lessons from the Biology of Consciousnessby Alva Noe
Hill and Wang, 2009
Review by Tuomas Manninen.
Sep 15th 2009 (Volume 13, Issue 38)
Put succinctly, what Alva Noë is offering in Out of Our Heads is nothing short of a paradigm shift, complete with an incisive criticism of the status quo of neurosciences and a suggestion for an alternative model. The scientific study of consciousness in general, and what Noë calls the establishment neuroscience in particular claims to have broken free from its philosophical foundations. Although Noë acknowledges that the problem of consciousness is a scientific problem, one for which a scientific answer should be expected, he challenges the scientific community’s contention that consciousness no longer remains a philosophical problem.
The key assumption behind the science of consciousness is that consciousness is an internal process that occurs in the brain. Noë’s chief goal in the book is to show that this highly questionable, yet unquestioned assumption, has led the consciousness research astray; in brief, the search for consciousness has focused on where it isn’t. Noë opens by challenging this assumption, and offers an alternative picture. Instead of characterizing consciousness as an internal process (like digestion) Noë proposes a picture which takes consciousness to be an activity (like dancing). To try to understand consciousness by just focusing on the brain’s neural activity is tantamount to trying to understand dancing strictly in terms of the muscles. In the latter case, the muscles certainly play a part in the explanation, but they can hardly be the entire story. Analogously for the explanation of consciousness: brain processes are a part of the story, but they are not the whole story, even if they have been given an undue amount of attention
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by Chris on Sep.20, 2009, under poetry
Keats wrote the poem after a walk in the St Cross area of Winchester, a place I know quite well – it seems hardly to have changed since his time. But that may well be an illusion.
Keats took a daily walk through the Cathedral Close and water meadows to St Cross and gave a detailed account of his route in a letter to his brother George. After his walk on Sunday 19 September Keats wrote ‘How beautiful the season is now – how fine the air. A temperate sharpness about it … I never lik’d stubble-fields so much as now … somehow a stubble-plain looks warm … This struck me so much in my Sunday’s walk that I composed upon it.’
Ode to Autumn
SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease;
For Summer has o’erbrimm’d their clammy cells.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,
Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twinèd flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.
Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barrèd clouds bloom the soft-dying day
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river-sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
by Chris on Sep.14, 2009, under history
I’m reading two history books at the moment. The Affair: The Case of Alfred Dreyfus(Jean Louis Bredin) and The Road to Verdun(Ian Ousby) The first chronicles in absorbing detail the frame up of Alfred Dreyfus and the battle to vindicate him- a French military officer falsely accused of spying for the Germans in 1894. He was sent to ‘Devil’s Island’ until the campaign to free him succeded in getting a retrial (not that one trial proved to be enough). The case split French opinion as he had been accused essentially because he was a Jew. It led to many well known figures in French life taking very public stands on the matter – including Emile Zola (‘J’accuse!’ etc).
The latter is an account of the way in which France defined herself in terms of her (since 1815 and with intensity after 1870) ‘hereditary’ enemy Germany: a kind of shadow ‘anti-France’ to French pride and identity. It led to 1914 ,of course, and specifically to the trauma of Verdun – the big showdown between France and Germany which cost 700,000 lives in a patch of ground about the size of Windsor Great Park. Both the lead up and the battle are studied in detail. 
Both books seem to me to open windows into that world in which, as Hannah Arendt wrote in her Origins of Totalitarianism, the enlightenment conception of the Nation State and the ‘Rights of Man’ went into crisis.
When ‘The Great War’ began Henry James commented that it was now possible to see where the entire 19th century had been heading -its meaning had become clear. I take it this is a kind of retrospective move, in which the future confers a meaning on the past. What is the meaning of the 1914-1945? Is it too early to say?
The book is strong on the battle as a cultural event, as well as a military one. Ousby points out the extent to which the choice of ground, the symbolic importantce of ‘not yielding an inch’, the view the armies had of each other, indeed the very strategy and tactics (or lack of them) were informed by rhetoric and the perceptions of a century of antagonism. Ousby has a good quote from Marc Bloch on the subject of rumours of atrocities in the ‘Great War’:
‘a false report is always born out of collective perceptions that existed before its birth’
Now that remark really does take us beyond Verdun, to our own conspiracy -besotted epoch.
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by Chris on Sep.14, 2009, under architecture, art, photography, places
Ruskin really took against this thing when he saw it; for him it seemed an emblem of everything he disliked about a city he loved. I like it!
by Chris on Sep.13, 2009, under music
Fast Tube by Casper">September
September
The garden is in mourning.
Cool falls the rain upon the
flowers.
Summer shudders, quietly
to its end.
Leaf after golden leaf drops
down from the high acacia tree.
Summer smiles, surprised and weary
upon the dying dream of this garden.
Yet still it lingers by the roses,
longing for rest.
Then slowly closes its great
weary eyes.
(Hesse)
by Chris on Sep.13, 2009, under economics, politics
* Capital gains on private homes would yield £3bn.
* 1% on National Insurance would raise 10bn.
* Abolishing tax relief on savings and investments (mainly benefits the rich) would raise 3bn.
* Banks have tripled the profit they made on last year’s mortages. Can we have some of that back?
This is without even considering Inheritance Tax or Trident missiles. But they should be considered, urgently.
* 73% would support a new tax on bonuses over £10,000
* 63% support setting up a High Pay Commission.
Meanwhile the right want to cut deep into the NHS, Education, Local Authorities, and schemes like Sure Start.
More on this at : Compass
and at
Cameron’s basic error will cost this country dearly | Polly Toynbee | Comment is free | The Guardian.
by Chris on Sep.13, 2009, under poetry



by Chris on Sep.13, 2009, under Chris, Uncategorized
This is the month that in some ways makes me most uneasy. It’s the ‘bridge’ month between Summer and Autumn – it has a dying fall – the equivalent of the month of March, which takes us out of winter into Spring.
Not Summer anymore, dying into the colder weather and longer nights, without Summer’s luxury or Autumn’s beauty. Ah well – at least we’re not shepherding sheep on a windy hillside. Avoid all work that involves heavy lifting or being outside in all weathers.
Westerne wind bloweth sore,
That nowe is in his chiefe souereigntee,
Beating the withered leafe from the tree.
Sitte we downe here under the hill:
Tho may we talke, and tellen our fill,
And make a mocke at the blustring blast.
Now say on Diggon, what euer thou hast.
by Chris on Sep.11, 2009, under photography, places
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