Lovers and friends are usually quite meaningless details. In the family photo album.
“Who is that?”
“Don’t know, not family, though.”
What’s it going to take before you take an interest in family? How long will it be before you learn to shut up and enjoy it, to love and be loved by your family? The family will be the truth of your life, the position from which you can understand your self that has grown up, aged, changed, and, in turn, taken up its self as an entrepreneurial project. You must return to the family and perhaps you will come to see its beauty. You have many many chances to come to understand.
There is a different story that we tell about your place in the family.
You were expected by the time you were born. You were interpellated at birth, given a name that had already been decided in advance. Anticipated and expected. That is the origin.
It would be from this start that ideological subjectivization and its failure, or power and resistance, or systematicity and irregularity separate. And, at this exact same moment, that complex material relations, which you could chart as a dialectic, play out the hybridity by which the distinction wrought by a theory of interpellation diffuses.
Hybridity. Like how boysenberry bounces playfully as it recalls thorns all around it and you read it on the menu and it is in waffles and you wonder if they will be too expensive and then if they would be too sour. Connotations from childhood now associated strongly with family, significance from financial independence, a feeling from the stomach to the throat.
“Who is that?”
“Don’t know, not family, though.”
What’s it going to take before you take an interest in family? How long will it be before you learn to shut up and enjoy it, to love and be loved by your family? The family will be the truth of your life, the position from which you can understand your self that has grown up, aged, changed, and, in turn, taken up its self as an entrepreneurial project. You must return to the family and perhaps you will come to see its beauty. You have many many chances to come to understand.
There is a different story that we tell about your place in the family.
You were expected by the time you were born. You were interpellated at birth, given a name that had already been decided in advance. Anticipated and expected. That is the origin.
It would be from this start that ideological subjectivization and its failure, or power and resistance, or systematicity and irregularity separate. And, at this exact same moment, that complex material relations, which you could chart as a dialectic, play out the hybridity by which the distinction wrought by a theory of interpellation diffuses.
Hybridity. Like how boysenberry bounces playfully as it recalls thorns all around it and you read it on the menu and it is in waffles and you wonder if they will be too expensive and then if they would be too sour. Connotations from childhood now associated strongly with family, significance from financial independence, a feeling from the stomach to the throat.
If there is childhood, stomach, and Quicken, interpellation could be one more force in the overdetermination of every situation. Ok. But that there is an ongoing process of negotiating identity does suggest that interpellation as a theoretical mechanism establishes retroactive continuity by subsuming varying negotiations under the name of interpellation.
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2 comments:
what's important here is that it didn't have to interpellation or subjectivity or anything that implies until you capitulate and that history beats out the alternative histories that formed in the times of your life (eg history of your life from the point of view of a friendship or institution, wherein it's your family that's a peripheral character)
BUT, if you think that interpellation is the only system available (how things Always go), or is a decent description for all processes of identity formation, than this post has no argument.
i have no words, other than to say that this post is brilliant and incredibly poignant at this point in my life. thanks.
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