Genet’s
community is always impermanent. Never in his writings does he describe a place
called home in which he bases himself. He goes to great lengths and personal
pain in order to distance himself with any group that lays claim to the concept
of home. When he does ally himself to any group that has a recognizable
identity, it is always on his terms and often counter to the aims of the group.
Genet demands to be the center of the universe. In fact, in one passage he
tells us that he cannot bear the fact that people make love without him, and in
another that nothing could ever console him for the fact that he, himself could
not contain the world.
Though
I have only browsed Sartre’s book, I agree with him as to the sainthood of Jean
Genet. Genet, like the sorcerer’s apprentice, demands that the sacred manifest
itself everywhere. By the sacred what I mean is what exists for it’s own beauty
and glory, beyond all usefulness. Sartre was correct in saying that for Genet,
what seems fact takes on the vastness of myth, and what appears as events are
really rites played out in this mythology. This mythology was by no means
homogeneous. Always shifting, the myths serve as the vehicle for a vagabond in
a daydream, with never a goal, aim, or end in sight. This tailored cosmos did,
however undergo a drastic change in nature at one point, but first let us
examine his Journal.
From page one of first of Jean Genet’s
most autobiographical books, the Thief’s journal, he takes us headfirst into
his daydream, and similar to a warning that Lautremont had prefaced his famous
chants, Genet makes it clear that by no means is this to be a book for the
moralistic or lighthearted. “Lovingly pursued what is called evil” is how he
describes his own life up to that point. He also clarifies that what he lives
is not to be mistaken for rebellion, he seeks no such close relationship with a
world that he despises. “Your world”, is how he addresses the reader, seemingly
speaking to the reader from the page the way that Alice would from the other
side of the looking glass. He is not speaking to us, but at us. From the first
page he calls what he is about to submerge us in as a forbidden universe. And
indeed it is a forbidden and consciously alien world to that of most persons
who would buy this book. It is here that objects wholly lose meaning, persons
are endowed with divinity, and for the author, the more humiliation he feels,
the more abjectness he owns, the more he betrays everything or one who ties him
to “our” planet, the more freedom he acquires. “You feel yourself living”, is
how he describes his life. With each step away from us, his world assumes form
and meaning, yet when his immediate world is entirely constructed, and the
terms for its existence fully plundered (and fixed), he abandons or destroys it.
The
situation of the Self within the self, as opposed to the situation of the self
within an external, or given context recalls what Henry Corbin calls visionary
space, a space created between, or rather born from personal mythology and
given realities. This space cannot be situated as a “place”, because it’s very
nature is such that it is situative, reality falls into place around that which
perceives it. He calls spaces of this quality imaginal.
In
this book that is rather difficult to follow (as are all of Genet’s books,
Kathy Acker states that one must dream it to read it.), the author often
portrays persons who he respect or admires. One such person is Rene, the queer
basher, who is queer himself, though outside the world and socialization of
queers. Genet sees Rene as victim and criminal, self contained, therefore
isolated and autonomous, an act that contains it’s own consequence. Another
person to be the object of his meditations is an old woman arrested for dousing
both her deformed daughter and their house with gasoline and setting them
aflame. He sees this woman as cultivating a monster upon which a new morality
would be based. This monster is both the deformed child and the love of it, a
love that the world is not allowed to touch or see. The woman raised the child
in secret. Genet notes, “She was saved, that is, brought to trial.” As if the
public condemnation of a criminal is the equivalent of canonization. The
various thieves and pimps with whom he finds himself, along with his isolated
heroes become for him an imagined, or dreamed community, a conspiratorial one.
He says, “The invisibility we needed.” There are others whom he admires but
does not ally himself with. For instance, in discussing soldiers he makes it
clear that he shares with them a certain marginalization but that theirs does
not go far enough. In them, Genet sees a group that exists on the fringes of
society, still sits within society’s context and in need of interaction with
it.
It is as a soldier that Genet first
begins to practice betrayal. In this company he says that he felt welcomed to
the world of men for the first time. Though this is said with a certain amount
of affection, maybe a bit of nostalgia as well, he soon situates himself as a
thief among this fraternity, speaks of it as betrayal, cutting ties with those
who welcomed him and ensuring that he does not become one with those who enjoy
commerce with society. In another example of a limited solidarity he sees a
procession of Drag Queens at dawn, solemnly walking through the town to lay
flowers upon the rusted and twisted remains of public restroom destroyed by
citizens presumably intolerant of it’s transformation into a temple of
prostitution. Genet tells us of one of his criteria for solidarity, which he
clearly divorces from sexuality, “I followed them not because I belonged to
them, but because their cries pierced the shell of the world’s contempt”.
Everyday objects in the Thief’s Journal
serve as a kind of mantra, or door that opens Genet’s imaginal. One such
instance has him observing a soldier play with a ball. He exchanges a glance
with the soldier. In this glance Genet first becomes the glance, then the space
between the soldier and the ball, next the foot of the soldier, the ball
itself, and finally the idea between them, purifying all into archetypal
images. There are two ways to go with a thing, the center of which is the thing
itself. In one way we have the representation of a thing, the arena of
objectification and use value, the other being taking a thing to it’s source,
or essence, archetypal images that assume life within who imagines them. Genet
takes the latter a step further by becoming the thing itself in its essential
form. A result in this process is the destruction of linear time, which he
calls, “caught in the ice flow of being”. Each moment extinguishes itself upon
manifestation, leading nowhere. Genet is himself is unstable, subject to what
he imagines each autonomous moment is in essence.
This
metamorphosis is accelerated by what he described as the birth of intelligence,
where the fundamental relationships between actions and things begin to
fragment. Up to this point in the narration Genet had shared a common language
with the world, that of common relationships based upon use value, but his
aggressive divorce from morality seems to have the by-product of the
decomposition of meaning. It is value itself that is rotting. He now perceives
the nature of things as opposed to their function, and begins to base his love
upon this perceived autonomy.
The author’s life was intensely nomadic,
yet highly social. The socialization he experienced took place within
alliances, very temporary, with others who laid no claim to territory or
property. Affection within those communities was fiercely loyal, but loyal to
that affection, not to the objects that it represented. When that affection
became too established, or taken for granted, life would become empty gesture
and habit. It is here that I think betrayal enters. Genet describes friendship
as a bond that is needed to break. What I see in this is that it is not love
that is betrayed here at all. Friendship posits people as objects related to
and defined by one another. What transcends objects is the love one feels for
them, and in order for this love to remain sacred, all objectification, use, or
need must be severed. In his early years we have the blueprints for Genet’s
conspiratorial community. The integrity of this community cannot be separated
from its ability to negate definition.
It is Genet’s ease in flow, to
perpetually shift and shed according to a myriad of self-willed contexts that
brings him to an ultimate test to which his way of being in the world will
fail. A record of this crisis is detailed in the small book, “What remains of a
Rembrandt torn into four equal pieces and flushed down the toilet”. In these
pages he narrates an experience on a train where his absent-minded gaze
accidentally meets that of another passenger. The momentary meeting of the eyes
becomes the vehicle for a complete loss of identity. This loss begins as Genet
feels his identity and that of the passenger flow into one another through
their eyes, with the conclusion being the knowledge that he was the other, or
that all people other and of the
same value as himself. Rather than experience this universal oneness as the
liberal/humanist experience of a beautiful universal Brotherhood, this
discovery fills the author with revulsion and panic. His conspiracy of thieves,
thugs and whores was finished with a glance, the distance between Genet’s imaginal and “our” world had instantly evaporated.
When
a world collapses, the person who lives it, in most instances will run in every
possible direction in order to escape a personal apocalypse, yet owing to his
entirely sovereign experience of subjectivity, Genet tells us sadly that there
is no way of unknowing what is known, and that he must pursue this revelation
as far as it will go, in spite of whatever catastrophic consequence.
Genet
confesses that certain situations had forced him into poetry. It is often
freedom of readily recognized structure that distinguishes poetry from other
forms, and the poetry that he speaks of is a poetry that is lived. It was this
way of living and composing poetry that eeventually pushed him to a wall, for
he could no longer be any man, but was obliged to be every man. Difference
between people was extinguished, or confined to the superfluous. With all of
humanity reduced to a singularity, Genet tells us, “I was already bidding them
a nostalgic farewell, and it was not without sadness or disgust that I was
entering ways that would become increasingly lonely” When he stepped off that
train, he was the only person in the world and every person in the world.
This
little book has a Paris publication date of 1958. For a time beginning in the
early 60’s Genet had stopped writing as well as having denounced his one film.
We don’t hear from him again until the early 70’s, and within the interim was a
reputed suicide attempt. Now, while specific causes for this can be attributed
to one “fact” or another, I see a mind set and personal vision demolished, or
flushed down the toilet, as perhaps a crucial background to Genet’s
renunciation of poetic work and life. When we do hear his voice again it is
allied to political causes, and though his politic is still supremely personal,
the thief and whore poet is reluctantly among us.
An apparent change in vocabulary
distinguishes Jean Genet’s later writings from his more prolific days as a
writer when he begins to speak for certain political groups in the early
1970’s. Most prominent is the substitution of the word, “real” for when he
would have formerly used the word, “your” in addressing the reader’s world. He
says in the preface to the letters of George Jackson that Mr. Jackson is in a real prison, or that the Panthers are armed with real weapons. Reality seems not just the common ground
that the war over ideas, injustices, rights etc. are waged upon, but that which
is loaded with the power of mortal consequence. The value is not placed on the context
that power determines, but on the consequence of power’s use. Power seems to
have punched a hole in the subjective and war declared not because power
exists, but because through that hole its fist grasps for and seizes anything
personal to destroy it.
Genet
mentions his change in vocabulary when noticing that prior to his time with the
Panthers and the Palestinians he would have avoided such words as hero, martyr,
struggle, resistance, liberation and courage, but remains repelled by the
words, homeland and fraternity. He is politicized to the extent that it is the
personal at stake, and his heroes and martyrs are people he knows or admires
who are willing to fight a power much stronger than themselves on that power’s
terms, (with weapons that end life). But a politic that presupposes any
nationalism or exclusive membership keeps Genet from wholly identifying with.
He says of the Palestinians that his body, mind and soul belonged, but never
all of him.
“Everything
in the world was waiting for me to wake up to the world...by staying with them
I was staying with my memory...their revolt was eternal, uncreated and
consubstantial with me” Could he be speaking of what was formerly “our” world?
And if so, in order to find a perfect expression in that world, how had he
found the Panthers and Palestinians as a people that was always in him?
Rather
early in the book, Prisoner of Love, Genet gives a comparison in the
construction of pottery as made by a Tunisian and a Japanese potter. If the
Tunisian makes a mistake at the wheel he lumps the clay together and starts a
new vase, while the Japanese potter will use a flaw as a departure point for a
more private expression of themselves. The Tunisian vase will supposedly
withstand a millennium, having been created without flaw so complete as to
remain unmovable, rigid and anonymous. The other, while not permanent, allows
chance to enter the composition as a reflection of it’s author. This could help
see how Genet sees himself in relation to both groups he now allied himself
with. Both groups had concrete and determined goals within history, both a
form, a vase. Not without affection he uses them as would a Japanese potter.
Though
one in the United States and the other in the middle east, both the Panthers
and the PLO are denied a physical place either to be called home or to wage war
from. Since they lack a place the war they wage surges forth from the
imagination. It is the idea and dream that form the borders of their countries.
In the geography of these dreams Genet wanders his later years, and though his
traces are difficult to follow, he does in his last book chart out a place for
us to read or seek. “A border is where a human personality expresses itself
most fully...it might be a good idea to extend borders indefinitely without, of
course, destroying their centers, since it is them that make a border
possible.”
A
person as a place. The center, the seat of identity, alone is an isolated,
amputated, and mute thing. It needs a body, or place from which to move, and is
activated socially by what moves it to other things. To extend what moves a
thing, or animates it, indefinitely, would contain the possibility of infinite
inclusiveness. Because Genet sees a blurring of border rather than the friction
and tension of borders colliding, he is able to see the overlapping of
imaginary lines of territory, and deep inside those lines the thing that is a
new country, world, or new map. The other night I was on a roof, drinking with
some friends. I noticed how falling stars are most always born and die on the
periphery of a night sky. Stupidly I asked, or wondered aloud why this was so.
The answer I received was burdened with fact, mathematical and scientific,
while the answer that I preferred was that the falling star is what gave voice
to the sky, made it express itself more fully.
What
Genet calls the material vagrancy of Islam, the wandering through space and
time, he sees reflected in their calendar. This cosmic drifting of the stars
and on the earth, without goal and open to change is a strong tie for him to
Islam. In a paragraph about this material vagrancy, he seems to, word for word,
describe himself. It recalls again that pre-Islamic theology of visionary space
which sees geography as event rather than thing described by Corbin. The one
who lives within it wanders through event, not space. The nomadism of Genet has
an affinity with the caravans of old, which I would say were driven less by trade,
resources or politics than by a view of life as event within event. What this
geography calls for is an end to nouns, a vocabulary of verbs.
If the Palestinians and the Panthers
operated from a terrain contained within a dream, they themselves were enveloped
by that Real that Genet speaks of
with caution, respect and contempt at once. The dream implies a dreamer, who in
turn is subject to this Real, with whom it wages war.
An interesting bit of conversation
between Genet and his friend, Mubarak, an African officer in the PLO.
“Are you an Arab or a Negro?”
Genet asks him in the sort of friendly
jostling, or provocative conversation that is characteristic of their
relationship.
“I suppose I need a perspective and I
don’t have one.”
Political
identity operates on borders, with other borders, often contrary to the
intentions of the center, true identity. It is an attempt at communication that
takes place externally from one’s own place of situation. Communication could
be an example of a border’s extension as it is a movement away from the center.
What, or whom Mubarak sees himself as is irrelevant to how he is perceived. In
order to serve the ends of his truest self, his center, a political identity is
donned in this attempt at communication. Being Arab or Negro is a political
choice, and when I say that such a thing may be contrary to it’s center, it is
to the extent that one cannot say everything at once, and being black or Arab
is but one word in a sentence spoken in a conversation always to be seen in
context. Despite all this, when a dreamer is in conversation with a fully awake
power, trying to communicate or even preserve the dream, he risks having his
skull crushed. While still dreaming the dreamer must remain fully awake because
the pitfalls of sleep are many. There is a way of action Genet sees, or of
conducting oneself while sleepwalking that is just as true to the dream as it
is sure-footed in physical, actual geography.
“When
someone makes a political choice they ought to be quite clear, but when someone
enters a revolutionary trance, he ought to leave it quite vague, above all he
should not try to understand”
There is a tension in how to treat the
revolution, or dream, and how to articulate it by the choices one makes. This
tension is the high wire of the sleepwalker. Step one way and lose your life,
another and you lose the dream. In both cases it is forever.
“When the persecuted begin to resemble
the persecutors what is called for is a super-human challenge to the rest of
the world.”
Rational pragmatism sells the dream to
logic in order to succeed. The revolutionaries become the tyrants, and this is
the price of selling dreams. Here Genet sees the challenge as two choices,
“impossible heroism or a tolerance of an all too human behavior, sublime
challenge or spinelessness.” Just some of the risks in dreaming.
As a dreamer dreaming within a dream,
Genet observes the qualities of these revolutionaries that draw him to them,
the qualities that permit him to speak through them. In a passage about the
Panthers he discusses their tactics in terms of strong vs. weak. He admits that
the weaknesses are what brought the Panthers down as far as political goals, or
in the terms of Power. He mentions the squandering of money, lack of rigor in
the face of image, and slogans as replacing ideology. But above all, these
weaknesses seem entwined with their honesty, transforming them into strengths,
much in the way a Japanese potter will turn a flaw into a personal expression.
Perhaps if the Panthers were to have made themselves in the fashion of a
Tunisian vase they would have triumphed historically. Genet says the only way
the Panthers could wage war was through the spectacular with the danger being
that they would dissolve in this spectacular, which is in effect what happened.
He goes on to say that they won as poetry, or survived through poetic gesture
in spite of their own spectacle. (The Panther movie would have changed his mind
as it finally absorbed the myth and poetry into a larger spectacle).
Of
the Panthers he says that they were torn between a rejection of marginality and
drawn to it’s ecstasies, that they were a people who had to “gash their way”
through white society in order to be heard, “complete with murdered cops, hold
ups and open arms”. By any means this is marginal, but it is marginality
desperate to be heard. In the Palestinian case, he sees that their revolution
may not necessarily be for territory, which was only a pretext, but for a
complete metamorphosis of Islam. Here Israel was the obvious enemy, but within
the Arab nations the Palestinians were cast out and looked upon with contempt
as well. Genet stayed with the feyadeen encampments his five years among them,
the feyadeen being the young fighters, the lowest on the ladder of PLO
hierarchy. It was how they conducted themselves, without a hierarchy of their
own, and always seemingly cheerful in spite of constant risk to their lives
that kept him with them.
He
says that they risked the “martyrdom of habit” if fears lead them to defeat,
and because altruism and good intentions were not compatible with the realities
of war. His deepest affection is with the feyadeen, and most of the book is a
hymn to this affection.
With
both the Black Panthers and the Palestinians what draws him is the joy in the
lives of those people that the world called and treated as terrorists, and he
says that we must by no means underestimate their intelligence, that they knew
that they were just a spark in history, likening them to tracer bullets, a line
of light that sears the night sky. (Falling stars on the borders of the sky).
But as bullets they also are weapons. Genet the poet/spokesman says of them,
“The sorrow in their lives requires a joy and mirth that will cauterize it’s
own source.” The cheerfulness of those who have ceased to hope.
At points he calls himself to task,
pinch himself to awaken to his own dream. He reprimands himself for falling
under the spell of the poetic allurements of rebellion, as he sees an almost
invisible call to conformity in most rebellion. Genet has to keep with the
dream, but in his own.
“More
and more I believe that I exist in order to be the terrain and proof which
shows other men that life consists in the uninterrupted emotions that flow
through all creation.” Back to flow. “With a naked gaze more lively than
profound, I sought in other people’s eyes the thin, silk thread that ought to
link us all, the sign of a continuity of being that two gazes intertwining
without desire would be able to detect.”
Near the last pages of this book, an old
man, quite near death, has a desire for a house. He builds a garden, furnishes
it sparsely, and moves from room to room in order to see the garden, or to view
the sea. One day this old man sees a house identical to the one he has built in
his mind, and he mentions to his companion how lovely it is. His companion
mentions that the PLO can rent it to him, whereupon he sees how determined was
his dream by the forces that control or destroy imagination. The house in question
becomes a tomb, and the old man must find a way to abandon both it and its twin
in his mind. The sea they overlook is full of floating corpses, and the gardens
tended by slaves. In order to live, he turns from the houses and wanders into
the desert.
I have to remember to send you the new Dennis Cooper!
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