Michel Foucault indicated that “our epoch is one in which space takes for us the form of relations among sites.” The relationality of our world, which encompasses everything from globalization to network theories, offers me a way of thinking about writing as a site. So that’s what I’m concerning myself with this week.
Writing is a distributive business. It is the
art of putting together disparate elements. The words of a vocabulary, the
rules of a grammatical system, the ideology of a culture, all these things are
assembled by means of writing. The assemblage is synchronic, i.e. it works in a
right-here-right-now fashion. It amasses elements in an apparatus that
transgresses the immediate inconsistencies of its components. At the same time,
the assemblage makes apparent order in the seemingly chaotic structure of the world.
Writing is a heterotopic site
For the above reasons, one could say that the
assemblage we call writing presents some of the features of what Foucault termed heterotopia. A heterotopic entity is a
structure, an arrangement of parts, but one that does not homogenize smooth
similarities. On the contrary, heterotopias bring together unlikely bedfellows:
aspects of life, of ideology, of discourse, that don’t belong in the same class
or don’t answer the same exigencies of classification.
Foucault was very specific. He pointed out
concrete instantiations of the heterotopic phenomenon: places that don’t seem
to serve any of the sharply divided functions normally associated with the role
of a site. What characterizes a heterotopia is the fact that it doesn’t exist
exclusively in the public realm,nor exclusively in the private sphere. It
features in both, and yet in none of them.
Time for an example. A church. It is a place
that’s not completely public, since certain restrictions are imposed onto whom
can attend services or pay a tourist’s visit. But the church is not completely
private either, because circulation of visitors, worshipers, and other participants
in the service is not restricted in
principle. Anybody can walk into a church and see what’s taking place there,
even if they are not of the specific religion that is being served right there,
right then.
In order to be accepted as a visitor of a church,
one will have to fulfill certain functions, perform certain rituals, execute
certain gestures that commit one to the site as such. Taking your hat off or
crossing yourself at the threshold determines your affiliation to the place;
not to the religion in all its complexity and ideology, but to the specific
site in which you are observed at this particular moment.
Source: Prestige |
The way we pretend
But I would like to notice that my affiliation
depends on a whim. At the end of the day, I could fake those gestures only in
order to seem as though I were a
member or an acceptable visitor. Drawing a cross on my chest (an act of writing
in its simplest form of inscription) is a task for the completion of which I
don’t have to be a Christian. But once I’ve done it, I have fulfilled the
conditions of acceptance that will allow me access to this particular site: the
church I want to visit today. My religious beliefs notwithstanding, I have
entirely satisfied the site’s ideology, as well as its ability to work as an
assemblage (i.e. its ability to contain me, the unbeliever, or me, the one
whose interest is purely touristic).
This is where I want to place my understanding
of the gestures we make when we write. As techné,
or craft, writing does require this faking of gestures, this apparent
affiliation, this game of resemblances and illusions. As in the case of the
church, writing too is prone to invite simulations.
Let’s put it this way: we write as if. We write as if we were
intimately accustomed to the craft of writing; as if writing had revealed
itself to us in all its complexity; as if it had shown us the full range of its
technical and ideological possibilities.
But, in fact, this absolute knowledge is
impossible. It is impossible because it depends on temporary coordinates that
are not stable. Writing changes along with the material conditions that make it
possible. It also changes along with the ideological edifices and mentalities
that inform its necessities. So writing is very much a modern site (a la
Foucault’s definition), because of this liminality of its condition. As Lieven de Cauter, who has made it his mission to expand on Foucault’s incomplete
theory of heterotopias, concedes:
“A stay in a liminal space or a liminoid space is, by consequence, mostly temporary. Some people, however, dwell in heterotopias: priests, gurus and wandering philosophers, actors, artists, bohemians, musicians, athletes, entertainers and even architects and urban designers…”
References to writing are absent here, but that
doesn’t stop me from imagining the writer as a dweller in a limbo. At the end of
the day, a writer does operate in this gray area where connections are made,
where ideologies and materialities are brought together to coexist within the
limits of one text, of one oeuvre.
Like the elements that enter in the composition
of Foucault’s heterotopias, these ideologies and materialities that make up
writing are only partially drawn into the scheme of the written document. They do
not cease to exist in their original place. They only temporarily inhabit this site, this page, this text. And that is a
fact that highlights the heteropia-like condition of writing.
Source: COE online |
Playing with impermanence
A writer’s stay in the limbo is said to be
temporary, and that’s for the reasons already mentioned above: it’s not because
they can’t hold their ground, but precisely because they can. A writer who is capable of managing the instability of the
ground that stands beneath their feet is one that will dwell happily in temporariness.
The temporary aspect of the problem of writing
is also given by the fact that writing deals with newness, with perverse forms
of originality that constantly erode the ground, constantly contribute,
destructively, to the redefinition of that ground. A poet, as Robert Pinsky put
it somewhere, is a person whose work must
be placed against the grain of poetry. A poet creates things that do not exist,
things for which there is no definition yet. Otherwise we wouldn’t call them a
poet, a creator, a maker of things.
It’s this absence of things that defines
Foucault’s heterotopias: the fact that this presence-together made possible by
a poem, or by any text for that matter, is writing’s fundamental function. The
text is a hub of sorts. By means of a centripetal force that brings disparities
to a common denominator, it creates a new topos, one that is neither here nor
there. This topos, which might be referred to as the site of writing, is the point of convergence, the place where
poetry materializes.
So a poet can be said to only simulate their own presence; to fake
their compliance with the rules and conventions of the business of poetry, insofar
as what we define as ‘poetry’ is a set of artifacts and operations already
assimilated, already agreed upon (and therefore rendered useless). Writing
against these agreed-upon facts, the poet creates meaning in the same way in
which an intruding church-goer crosses themselves in spite of their ‘improper’
belief.
(to be continued)
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