Interpretation/Performance

Every moment of a process of interpretation or performance is stratified into at least three levels: pretheoretical, intentional, and reflective. These strata can never be separated or picked apart. A given strata is never necessarily present but we can never expect that any are not present. For example, there is the potential for intentionality at every point across the interpretive/performative process. The writer has an intention, though this is mostly occluded. The text has intentionality although this is the strange intentionality of particular orderings and trajectories. The writer’s intention and the text’s intention are interdependent but they are not identical. The process of interpretation has intentionality as foreunderstanding and prejedice play on the text. The interpreter or actor is intentional both with respect to the text and with respect to the audience. The process of performance intends certain goals and the audience with respect to itself and the performer intends certain changes or feedback. Every moment in this interpretive/performative process shot through with both pretheoretical and theoretical, voluntary and involuntary, tacit and explicit understanding. These strata are detailed in table 1.

 

writer

text

interpretation

interpreter

performance

audience

feedback

pretheoretical

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

intentional

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

reflexive

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

However this table indicates that one is able to enter the interpretative /performative process at a specific point at a given strata and penetrate through to deeper or other levels. I do not believe this to be the case in reality these strata should be thought of as tightly coiled, constantly rotating so that it is never possible to determine from the outside at which point or into which strata one will first plunge.

Against Research

I want a new word for what I do because I’m not at all convinced that I do research. My work is more or less wholly about the consumption of media-92% of it in book form-and the reguritation of new orderings of that media. Theologians don’t, as a rule, conduct surveys, dissect corpses, collide atoms, or blow things up. My hunch is that we started calling what we did research because to fit into the idea of the scientific university. I’m not admitting that what I do is less valuable than people who conduct surveys, dissect corpses, collide atoms, or blow things up; it’s not. I’m not admitting that what I do belongs in the university any less than people who conduct surveys, dissect corpses, collide atoms, or blow things up. I belong in the university; anyone who has endured my standard comeback to the intended slight, “oh you study theology, the queen of the sciences” … “well yes thank-you it’s so rare to hear anyone outside my discipline acknowledge that these days”, knows I believe this. But I don’t do research. I read and watch and think. I hug people sometimes. I talk alot. I want a word for this.

Seabury Graduation Report

Graduation was great. It’s nice to go back to a place without anything to do other than see people you like complete something important. It’s nice to just hang out for eight hours with them watching the slow realization that they are actually done creep over them. It’s nice to hug people who are crying. It’s nice to see just how decked out Haiwaian’s can get if they really want to. It’s nice to recieve those tiny gifts that let you know you belong no matter what anyone else says.

Seabury Graduation

I return to Seabury tonight to attend the graduation of the class that I entered with 3 short years ago. I’m looking forward to the day eagarly but in many ways it will also be the last event that connects me to Seabury and that makes me somewhat sad. I really enjoyed being at Seabury. I’ll know most of the people that graduate next year but most will have only had one class with me. This year’s graduates, for better or worse, had all of there required courses in theology and ethics with me.

Things I Know

I know that there are many things that I’m lousy at and keeping in touch with friends that don’t live in close geographical proximity to me is one of them. I know that I’m also lousy at doing anything that requires attention everyday. Even the most fun task, if it requires attention every 24 hours, becomes a chore. This makes writing a dissertation torture so I’ve cut alot out of my life in order to get it done. Blogging was one of the casualties. But when I received an email today from
Bryan Moyer Suderman
with whom I haven’t talked to in many years telling me, “I look forward to reading your blog someday…” I knew that it was time to begin blogging again. Bryan is one of those people who rarely tells you to do anything but when he does you know that it’s the right thing to do.

Begin the begin – R.E.M.

Birdie in the hand for life’s rich demand
The insurgency began and you missed it.
I looked for it and I found it
Miles Standish proud, congratulate me.

A philanderer’s tie, a murderer’s shoe
Life’s rich demand creates supply in the hand
Of the powers, the only vote that matters

Silence means security silence means approval
On Zenith, on the TV, tiger run around the tree
Follow the leader, run and turn into butter

Let’s begin again, begin the begin
Let’s begin again like Martin Luther Zen
The mythology begins the begin.

Answer me a question I can’t itemize
I can’t think clearly, look to me for reason
It’s not there, I can’t even rhyme in the begin

A philanderer’s tie, a murderer’s shoe
Example: the finest example is you.

Birdie in the hand for life’s rich demand
The insurgency began and you missed it.
I looked for it and I found it
Miles Standish proud, congratulate me.

A philanderer’s tie, a murderer’s shoe
Let’s begin again begin the begin
Let’s begin again.

rainer maria the imperatives

when we can’t begin
unless it’s with an argument
we’re losing out on
love for the sake of it

I was thinking we can go and live
in a monastery
throw away the imperatives
make our pockets empty

‘cuz I’m feeling bankrupt
and I’m losing speed
and I don’t wanna hold on
to anything

when I misbehaved
to get what I wanted
was that wrong when what I wanted was
love and affection

let’s get out
let’s get out
let’s get out
let’s get out

I was thinking we can go and live
in a monastery

God put a smile upon your face – Coldplay

Where do we go nobody knows?
I’ve gotta say I’m on my way down
God give me style and give me grace
God put a smile upon my face

Where do we go to draw the line?
I’ve gotta say…
I wasted all your time, honey honey
Where do I go to fall from grace?
God put a smile upon your face
Yeah

Now when you work it out I’m worse than you
Yeah when you work it out I wanted to
Now when you work out where to draw the line
Your guess is as good as mine

Where do we go nobody knows?
Don’t ever say you’re on your way down… when
God gave you style and gave you grace
And put a smile upon your face
Ah yeah

Now when you work it out I’m worse than you
Yeah when you work it out I wanted to
Now when you work out where to draw the line
Your guess is as good as mine

It’s as good as mine
It’s as good as mine
It’s as good as mine
As good as mine
As good as mine
As good as mine
As good as mine

Where do we go nobody knows?
Don’t ever say you’re on your way down… when
God gave you style and gave you grace
And put a smile upon your face

Yes, Let’s.

Death-Squad Democracy
By Christopher Dickey

Jan. 11 – Among the many tools used to build and defend pro-American democracies, murder is among the trickiest. But murder—yes, let’s insist on that word—is also quite common in the annals of nation-building, at least in my experience, and sometimes it’s been very effective. Now we hear that some of the Bush administration’s strategists are talking about what they call “The Salvador Option”, which seems to imply “death squads” (as the murderers were called in El Salvador and Guatemala) or “hit teams” (as they’ve been called in Israel).

Yes, Christopher, let’s. Let’s insist on that word.