Showing posts with label revolution. Show all posts
Showing posts with label revolution. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

以書寫揭開(總是)公眾的私密場景。


從麻州海濱的同志小鎮渡過颱風雨的安靜假日後,回到紐約又開始了「必須工作」的焦慮。在度假後的沈穩睡眠醒來的早晨,回到同一個街角的咖啡廳看書。我想也許每個人人生都被安排著只能書寫一定數目的文字:當我寫著文學類的敘述時就無法寫學術的文章,當我開始寫學術的論文時就無法書寫文學了。於是在無法徹底下定決心改寫論文時,我寫了一個類似論文的小說後記(的後記)。書寫者的矛盾和悲哀!賴香吟在《其後》中寫到:「那依舊是一個平整乾淨的年代,乾淨得像天永遠是藍的,愛永遠是甜的;世界只是如肉眼所見,領袖就是領袖,百姓就是百姓:男人就是男人,女人就是女人;對就是對,錯就是錯;近朱者赤,近墨者黑,一個好人應該遠離罪行。」如果九〇年代的女同志文學在應對的是這樣的一個世界,形容著女同志愛情的畸形、地下、和禁忌的歡樂與苦痛,那麼二十年之後,我感覺我們在面對的是一個雜亂的身份和酷兒的狂歡過後尚未成型的政治世代:男不是男,女不是女,同志不只是同志,酷兒超越酷兒——以及,領袖勾結領袖,百姓否認百姓。在這「性/愛」已經快要被書寫飽滿的世代,什麼才能是「七年級」甚至「八年級」的酷兒和同志文學?

女同志的處境無論國界和男同志的處境一直都是不同的,女同志總是面對著一時竄起又幻滅的公眾場所,沒有穩定的收入,穩定的身份界限,女同志社群總是面臨著被隱形化的困擾。女同志酒吧一個開另一個就關(或被男同志佔領),咖啡廳類的文藝場所總不會也不敢開門見山地女同志,所以女同志都在哪裡聚集呢?在網路上、在市集、在分散地政治會議之中。女同志的社群一直都是存在的並且政治公眾的,卻越來越少被如此實地的書寫,而女同志文學總是被框架在「情/愛/慾」的陷阱之中。我想我是膩了女同志生活總是被局限於愛或不愛,性或不性,出櫃不出櫃的問題(即便這是生活之中真實的困擾),而嘗試打開,擴張,讓原本就是和公眾無法脫離的私密場景再次地出櫃。《集體心碎日記》不過是在這個世代的文化危機中一個粗糙的實驗,紀錄著一群用力、用身生活的女同志/非女同志。在末日/革命來臨之前。


Wednesday, January 25, 2012

並不一定悲觀的現世感。

過新年,我在布魯克林Bedstuy吃素夥伴家的派對找不到一點食物吃。我想我逃避正常的用餐時間就像是我逃避著學期即將開始。我喝著過淡過甜的廉價紅酒及充滿反式脂肪的鹹餅乾,和波蘭裔德籍的M、荷蘭籍的N、以色列籍的E討論五月一日動員我們系上同事罷工的可能。邏輯是這麼的簡單。妳恨妳的工作,於是妳就不幹了。但是實際的工作場所運動是那麼地困難,充滿系上和工會官僚的阻礙。冒著被列為學術界黑名單的危險,或者失去工作或者簽證,我想我喜歡這種美國公立大學的工運落在我們這群「外國人」手上的荒謬感。四名從德州Austin和Houston的運動同志來紐約探望我和C,我想從大學二年級後我已經多麼久沒有這種公社般的生活,每分每秒談論列寧、義大利autonomous-marxist流派、和組織裡人際分裂的黑暗期。我想我在這個極度鬆散的house party中我對於革命者的生活有了另外的、比較正向的想像。搞電影的M說得是對的,一天中有那麼多的會議,我們到最後還不是選擇去參與有我們喜歡的人的會議。我想這是我喜歡紐約的原因,這麼多荒謬的奇異的相遇,我連荷蘭是在德國的南邊還是北邊都不曉得,卻可以聽N批判一個北歐福利國家的假象,和M討論德國人對於法西斯主義再度崛起的恐慌,或者和E一起去以色列/巴勒斯坦。有時候我多麼憎恨厭煩學術界,這麼多裝模做樣的人,假惺惺的辭彙,但是若妳夠幸運,妳可以遇見這些對於世界和地理和未來有多麼不同想像的人。E說她的目標是今年送出她的論文提案,回去伊色列住在一個公社裡然後用朋友的精子懷孕生小孩。我並沒有什麼特大的期望,除了這個學期可以記住我五十個心理學學生的名字,還有養一條叫做「黑珍珠」的八哥狗。當然我也想要變得更健康更聰明,最好可以在夏天前有很結實漂亮的手臂,或者讀Capital Volume II,但這種設了太多次卻無法達成的計畫,似乎代表著這類活動本身的局限。今年,必須在理想和現實之中,重新找到合理的平衡。於是,沒有太多華麗的花招或者鞭炮,在大雪後的城市,又是一個新的年。

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

for the egyptian revolutionaries, and my lover:

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
by e.e.cummings

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond 
any experience,your eyes have their silence: 
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, 
or which i cannot touch because they are too near  

your slightest look easily will unclose me 
though i have closed myself as fingers, 
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens 
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose  

or if your wish be to close me, i and 
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly, 
as when the heart of this flower imagines 
the snow carefully everywhere descending;  

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals 
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture 
compels me with the color of its countries, 
rendering death and forever with each breathing  

(i do not know what it is about you that closes 
and opens;only something in me understands 
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) 
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands



Thursday, November 11, 2010

存在。

London, yesterday. 50,000 students' riot against educational cuts.


我不覺得我是個軟弱的人但我此刻感到非常的脆弱。決定在回到心理諮商--好像也沒有其他更有想像力的方法?你以為學心理的人會很厲害的幫自己分析壓迫的慾望情緒然後灑脫的嘆口氣說:『阿,這就是人性。』之類的哲學領悟。我也不過是在過分擁擠的課程中,在學校圖書館二樓的書間和猶太女同志的同學商討自己的感情處境。卻在討論明年組織計畫的簡短會議中也可以突然地崩潰。S和C很好的當下停止會議而捲香煙給我。在恐怖充滿不禮貌觀光客中城裡的星巴克前抽煙一邊喝著薑味汽水。身體不停止的發抖。前一分鐘第五大道上才有充滿帝國主義血腥味雄壯威武的老兵遊行,我因為警察管制而無法到十步之外的對街,卻有那麼多的人在揮著美國國旗。而前一秒鐘我們才在課上討論帝國主義和酷兒國族主義的關連。在紐約這個城市中生活每天就是處於在這樣的矛盾之中。或者你興奮的跟媽媽討論你的台灣移工運動的研究計畫,她卻覺得你是激烈分子並且可能會自斷未來研究基金。我做的事很少是完、全、理、智、的。因而也不停犯錯。但再也沒有比那容許自己為了所相信的價值觀而行動下更迷人的關於存在的事了。比如暴動、比如愛戀、比如感受絕望而決心裁斷過去所有的一切。

Monday, May 31, 2010

戰友
















維持這樣的模式
一年一度從我西方的戰場
偷渡回來見妳 帶著零星的行李
一盒火柴 一枝筆
美利堅城市砲火暫息
是因戰事綿綿燎原至太平洋島嶼
妳說妳已在地底埋伏了數年
戰後的美好日子不過是資本政府的謊言
我們在雜亂的草地上排石拆字
談論馬克思列寧主義
以及種種武器的設計感
並交換勞力剝削的憤恨 親情的負擔
禮貌地陳述近來的愛情
妳的熟悉彷彿觸手可及

卻 閉口不提過去
深怕踩踏長年未拆的地雷
(就算那規模的傷害已不再要緊)
多年前因為時代的困難
妳離開了無憂的青春 我離開了家園
在不友善的世界中被迫成長 心壁磨出厚繭
而後妳必要性地離開了我
(留下幾張未洗的相片 和粗糙的詩)
在北方寒冷夜晚孤守一人的沙場
我無法不想起妳
那些流著汗相愛的夏日 即使短暫
妳當年送我的燈
一直都在我的胸腔中暖著
如今妳找到東海岸的寧靜愛情
我也有了不同國籍的長途伴侶
(彷彿是秘密中地約好要這麼錯開彼此)
維持這般戒嚴時期的緊張距離
我卻仍是想兌換我的所有行李
給妳出入我國境的無限期簽證
就算只是肩靠肩地喝一杯咖啡
看場結局模糊的東歐電影
陽台上 捲一支American Spirit的香菸
我真的願意 在這動盪年代
沉默收藏妳美麗的手臂線條
無拘束的髮 那永遠好奇的雙眼
和妳忐忑卻慷慨的曾經的愛情
做妳遠方的戰友

生命薄弱如紙
這空洞繁華的城市
一根菸蒂毀滅的光景
我只願我們都還能夢見 此刻
被視為瘋狂的新世界

Friday, March 26, 2010

breaking rules to survive

I enjoy very much using a white girl's bus pass found in the street to commute to campus and pretend that i'm still one of the college kids every morning. There's something that feels really great when you break the order of the universe, even just something trivial like pretending to be a blond college student. I'm reading my future PhD advisor's (no i really wasn't stalking her) interview with a feminist group--it really blows me away. Ever since i knew i got into the program i had some sort of intellectual crisis with this discipline i'm going into. Oh psychology. My training at UW focused so heavily on the classics, strict experimental methods, and decontexcualizing reality to find the precise variable that would get your statistically significant data. I had to stop and ask myself if i really wanted to be a scientist who objectively stays behind the scene and believes that i could understand human mind and human behavior this way? FUCK NO. She says in the interview and i agree with her, that it's important to ask where the knowledge lies and WHO HAS IT. Almost always when knowledge lies on the bottom of social hierarchy is neglected by intellectuals. Such as a custodian knows how to work under the repressive management and redistribute her shift with her coworkers. Or like a lesbian plumber knows how to navigate in a male-dominant workplace but still remain her queer working-class cool. And this kind of knowledge is not articulated enough, not in grad school.

There is something really problematic with the way psychology categories its subjects. If we wanna study race, we go find 100 African American samples and sometimes Latino. If we wanna study women, we recruit 200 college-educated white women and give them Starbucks gift cards after the interviews, and we would be glad if we had 5 lesbians or 20 women of color and maybe 3 immigrant women to make the sample somehow representative. If we wanna study class, we go to the low-income communities, and we find all sorts of folks--blacks, immigrants, queers, youth--so are we studying class or race or sexuality or immigration or what? Most of us get panic. This kind of categorical understanding of social identity is very limited. We simply can't understand class if we just go out to survey poor people, she says.

The hardest part is that in this discipline, researchers who use the classical methods (often white men with good intention studying "minorities") are the gatekeepers and they are the standers of who psychologists are--which means who gets the funding, who gets to publish, and who gets the job. The way to understand social injustice can't be monopolized by a singular method--and this would probably be one of the biggest challenges for me at least in the next 5 years. How can i navigate the classical but also the critical method? How can i estabalish myself as a psychologist thinker but also a serious organizer and revolutinary? At least it seems like my future advisor can very much be some sort of an anti-zionist socialist femnist--that would certainly make my grad school life a lot easier.

(psychology's feminist oral history project)

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

bottom up mind shift

Since 2010, there are a few significant changes in my life:

1. My relationship with my family, especially my mom, has drastically changed. I still can't comprehend what CONCRETELY that looks like. But i already feel the warmth and openness from both her and myself. I feel like I am finally not running away from them anymore.

2. I believe that revolution is necessary in order to change the lives of the oppressed. What I mean by revolution is a class struggle from below. Yes, social service is important, but it cannot change the structural violence that causes many of us to end up there for support in the first place. Yes, workshops are good. But you can only raise awareness and educate people to a certain extent. Folks don't learn through being what to do or what not to do by others. Folks learn through fighting for our own living.

3. I have an awesome partner who supports all of these things I believe in not only emotionally but physically. This has freed me from the myth that i need to have a middle class lifestyle in order to live happily in my life. I cannot verbalize what a radical change it really is in my mind. But it really is. Love after all is really almost spiritual in a way. It's not about what kind of house we will be living in or what kind party we will throw. I feel secure, content, and excited about what we have and what's gonna come in the near future.