Bush’s decisions to invade Iraq and Afghanistan were obviously the most consequential of his presidency, but the decision to…
The young are trying to save the old
It is important to understand that chronopolitics is nothing more than the political and cultural modality in which class conflict in recent decades has appeared: the conflict between generations is not fundamental but is rather the outcome of specific historical developments, which have turned age into the medium of conflicts flowing from the relations of property. But this does not make generational conflict superficial, any more than the mediation of class through race makes race superficial. There is a genuine divergence in life chances and social power along the lines of age.
A whole generation has grown up with restrictions on their lives defined by Israel, yet many have never seen an Israeli.
Bloomberg, after this debate, was neither loved nor feared. That left the third thing.
We were a sick society and getting sicker
The Decameron came to mind first, but as the weeks went on, our minds wandered to reruns of The Jetsons that we used to watch as kids. A smug depiction of an optimized society so stratified that its beneficiaries literally lived above the clouds, The Jetsons always made us wonder about all the people living below, on Earth, in cities abandoned by the techno-optimists of the future. Now we knew.
“Your daddy did my lips”
This is the problem with the politics of desire. The parasite is already within us, and our desires are not our own. It’s not that a “real” self has been colonized by the infrastructures of desire, but that the very thing that we call “self” is composed of that colonization; the self does not exist without it.
May 30, 2020
Interviews with Larry Kramer (1935–2020) and Gregg Bordowitz
May 4, 2020
Can you say “free-market cartel” ten times fast?
May 1, 2020
Writing on labor and class struggle for May Day—and beyond.
In honor of May Day, a selection of n+1’s writing on work and labor
February 26, 2020
Transgressing the permissibility of speech amid Lebanon’s uprising
Embracing acts of profanity within a highly polarizing setup is a slippery task; one made all the more joyful—one might even say pedagogical—when navigating the puzzling terrain requires we dig through its components along the way. For a profanity to find its footing, for it to take on its contagious potential and produce necessary injury, it must be intoned in a space regarded as sacred.
February 10, 2020
Bongs or no bongs
No fiction could be more false, or more dangerous
My ears rang. My rage evaporated and in its place there arose an ugly combination of hope and fear. My body lifted itself from the chair. The world sharpened, as if I were wearing new glasses. I took a step, then another, taking care to avoid the eyes of the other foreigners. My legs moved. I advanced. What would I be willing to do for a green card? For citizenship? In that moment, I realized, I was ready to do a great deal of betraying.