Election 2019 Eve

[This text was written the night of 11th December 2019]

Mood in advance of tomorrow – judgement in Alfie’s case expected, general election, forecast rain – dystopian, fatalistic, thinking about Edmund Burke, Margaret Thatcher, the English countryside I grew up in, the conservatism of the country, its separations and splits, its fractures and perennial class war, its blood sports, its interminable legal processes, its indifference to food, its grimy, seedy sex, its pasty bodies, its love of surveillance, the weaponised blithe spirit, the masochistic attachment to mediocrity, to greyness, to bedsits, mould, damp, bread, cruelty, moss, rabbit holes, rabbit pie, rabbits with mixy, white rabbits and Welsh rarebit.

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Transcendental Horror: Kant avec Lovecraft

[Text from April 2007]

We have now not only travelled through the land of pure understanding, and carefully inspected each part of it, but we have also surveyed it, and determined the place for each thing in it. This land, however, is an island, and enclosed in unalterable boundaries by nature itself. It is the land of truth (a charming name), surrounded by a broad and stormy ocean, the true seat of illusion, where many a fog bank and rapidly melting iceberg pretend to be new lands and, ceaselessly deceiving with empty hopes the voyager looking around for new discoveries, entwine him in adventures from which he can never escape and yet also never bring to an end – Immanuel Kant, Critique of Pure Reason

The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety of a new dark age – H.P. Lovecraft, The Call of Cthulhu

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Who is the Public of ‘Public Order’? Sovereignty, Citizenship and the Commons

[Note: this is the Dissertation I wrote for my Birkbeck LLB, which concluded in 2016. It touches on matters of the definition of, and political and policing implications of the term ‘public’ as it appears in Public Order law in England & Wales. In the background are the experiences I personally had campaigning with Defend the Right to Protest, and more specifically in relation to supporting Alfie Meadows in his on-going attempt to defend himself against the state and receive justice].

Introduction

‘There is an order to be found, within things and between them, which binds and directs this world … No sooner does one lift one’s head to pay attention to the obstacles and difficulties of life, than it comes natural to ask how it is that on the one hand God takes care of human affairs, and on the other these same affairs are shot through with so much evil’ – St Augustine[1]

‘At a moment when our grasp of the concept of the public has become so confused, paradoxes multiply and compound the confusion’ – Dan Hind[2]

‘In public order law, legal powers and regulation are defined by vague terms, such as breach of the peace; threatening, abusive or insulting words or behaviour; and causing harassment, alarm or distress. Therefore, the police’s discretionary powers are so wide that virtually any action can, depending on its context, be plausibly branded as criminal so as to justify an arrest’ – Iain Channing[3]

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Theory of Dance

[from 2011]

THEORY OF DANCE (in eleven theses)

Nina Power

So Mårten is all like ‘write something for my dance thing’ and I’m like, ‘I don’t know anything about dance!’ and he says, ‘yeah I know, write some theory or something!’ and I’m like ‘No! I wanna write about dance! I’m sick of theory!’ So here is my THEORY OF DANCE in eleven theses:

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The Mechanics of Fate

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What will our wager with the universe be? The more exhausted we are the more we look for signs. Or at least, the more signs take on a meaning for us. Where sometimes we are protected by a thin veneer of distance, the universe can always pour in. How can we make sense of this overwhelming feeling? We can make a bet – if the next car to come around the corner is red, then everything will be okay; if this object remains unbroken, then things are not so bad; if the cat says hello back, then I know that I exist. We rationalise our losses as we exaggerate our victories. To bet on the universe is to make a bet with all that which exceeds our control. We need to mediate our relative powerlessness – all the more so when we feel that our grip has gone and our skin faces only outwards.

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Project Amity/Animosity

Project Amity/Animosity

Are we friends? Were we friends? Could we be friends?

Or do we not like each other, feel conflicted or actively despise one another?

Or do we simply not know each other?

Project Amity/Animosity is interested in what friendship means today. Friendship often falls by the wayside as work and relationships take over … and it has been too long, our emails pile up and we let it go. Or we’ve fallen out, or hear something bad about someone, or just can’t be bothered anymore.

Friendship is both too near and too far, meaningful but uncertain. What, if anything, do we owe each other? What is friendship for? What do we have to talk about?

Project Amity/Animosity is an experiment in being-together, of speaking honestly. Anyone can participate: it does not matter if we do not yet know each other.

The Structure of the Project

– We meet one-on-one in person, usually in London, though could be elsewhere in the UK, and possibly some other cities in the near future. I can travel to where you are, though I am generally around SE and Central London. Children and pets are welcome to come along. I propose meeting in parks, coffee shops (I can buy drinks other than alcohol, but you are free to drink).

– We can discuss anything, you, me, our friendship, our lack of friendship, anything you’re thinking about. No subjects are off the table.

– The meeting is not recorded, except in our hearts, the original recording device (from ‘cor’ heart). I will write up a text in 2019 about the experiment, but no details of who I met will be included.

– The project runs intermittently until Dec 2019.

– Contact ninapower@gmail to arrange a meeting.