The Will to Forget

The Will to Forget

I hope that I be taken into consideration on the basis of my desire. I am not only here-now, locked into thinghood. I desire somewhere else and something else. I demand that an account be taken of my contradictory activity insofar as I pursue something other than life, insofar as I am fighting for the birth of a human world, in other words, a world of reciprocal recognitions.  ~Fratnz Fanon, "Black Skin, White Masks"

History does not disappear in the midst of our becomings. It is much like being, plastic. It changes. Yet, each historical moment provides a foundation for the next. Through this process of becoming our being is formed and reformed, but not quite evenly. Tiny ripples of temperature disequilibrium in the early stages of cosmic evolution led to galaxies, stars, and planets. This analogy shows how history is not homogenous. The history of the slave is not the same history as that of the slave-master.

It seems that the battle here is one of masters and the essential question is: do our masters have a history? It is well and good to desire a future of endless becomings, but acknowledging historically subordinate subject positions is not a slavish morality. It is the desire for liberation from a present enslaved to a past of brutality. To frame this desire as a repetition without a difference is to repeat the logic of Hegel's master, the master who never recognizes his slaves until their blades are at his throat.

So, let us move further in our catacombic becomings. Oui, oui! Let us overcome our slavish adherence to repetitions without difference. Very well! Yet, let us not forget our histories in the middle of our passage-toward-tombs.

Desiring Life

Desiring Life

The Will To Power Turned Upon Itself

The Will To Power Turned Upon Itself