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Title: Boundary Violations
Author: Hakim Bey
Date: 1994
Language: en
Topics: protectionism
Source: Retrieved on 17th May 2021 from https://hermetic.com/bey/boundary
Notes: References: For the text of the APA report, The Lower East Side Rose (vol. 2, no. 12 [51], April 1, 1994); Paul Feyerabend’s definitive Farewell to Reason (Verso, 1987); and J. Wafer’s excellent Bakhtinian study of “Spirit Possession in Brazilian Candomblé”, The Taste of Blood (University of Pennsylvania Press, 1991).

Hakim Bey

Boundary Violations

There exist historians of the 18^(th) century who refuse to deal with

freemasonry. Their “reasoning” seems to run as follows: – “The Masons

believed in mumbojumbo. I do not believe in mumbojumbo. Therefore the

Masons are unimportant – indeed, virtually nonexistent.” The eye in the

pyramid stares out of everyone’s pocket – and yet still these historians

refuse to admit that masonry has any historical significance. Nowadays,

thousands are afflicted with alien encounters, UFO sexual molestations

by the 100’s; countless others are afflicted with memories of Satanic

Abuse. But according to serious science, neither Satan nor UFO’s exist.

“Therefore” the abduction hysteria has no historical significance and

can scarcely be said to exist. Right? No, wro ng. Obviously UFO’s and

UFO-hysteria can be considered as two different things, lacking all

ontological co-dependency. That is, UFO’s may or may not “exist”, but

they need not exist (except perhaps as an “archetype”) in order to

arouse the interest of historians in the hysteria and induce them to

attempt to interpret it. The hysteria is real and important, “history in

the making” as the newsreels used to squawk – but its significance

remains buried because “science” has mistaken the content of the hys

teria for its inner structure.

Now that Freud has been defenestrated – along with the Unconscious –

modern psychotherapy can offer an all-purpose etiology for all

UFO/Satanic “memories”: – child abuse. In a recent statement on the

subject the APA cautioned that the falsity of certain “memories” should

not be used as an excuse to ignore the underlying trauma – or deep inner

structure of the “memory” – which is assumed to be “real” abuse. The

idea that repressed sexuality in childhood might cause false memories to

arise as defense mechanisms in later life has been junked; the

“seduction theory” has been revived, and transformed into the “abuse

theory.” This theory presupposes the non-existence of “infant and

childhood sexuality” (in Freudian terms), and in a broader sense, the

non-existence of childhood desire. A tendency arises to regard the child

as an erotic blank, incapable of any authentic con-sensuality. Therefore

all points of contiguity between the concept “childhood” and the concept

“sexuality” can be subsumed into one new and exhaustive concept: –

“abuse”.

The APA offers an interesting paraphrase of the abuse-concept when it

mentions “conditions that are associated with boundary violations in

[the patient’s] past.” New professional jargon always provides the

semanticist/sociologist a golden opportunity to unpack hidden political

and psychological content from tell-tale words and phrases – and

boundary violation is a veritable trick suitcase – a richness of

embarrassments. We’d need a whole monograph to dump all the items jammed

into this little portmanteau. The metaphor of nationalism springs to

mind first of all – boundaries are borders, violations are invasions.

The individual is hypostatized not as a sovereign monarch (who might

after all mingle and mate with other monarchs) but as a closed-off area

ssurroundedby an abstract grid of map-lines, political separations,

exclusions. A border-crossing here is a violation, not an act of trade,

or love, or harmonial association. The border is not a skin which can be

caressed, it is a barrier. In relation to the inviolate body, all

“others” are simply potential wetbacks, illegal immigrants, terrorists

traveling on forged documents.

The next obvious metaphor is the immune system. In fact, we can mix

metaphors already here, like the Iranian scholar M. Rahnema (quoted by

P. Feyerabend in Farewell to Reason, p. 298) who “has compared the

effects of developmental aid with the effect of the illness Aids.” The

meddling of Capital in the “third” world has a viral effect – it breaks

down immune systems made up of traditionally-scaled economics and

values, and replaces them only with diseased “growth”. This is true –

but the use of the metaphor is interesting, giving an air of hysteria

and hopelessness to the argument. After all, there’s a cure for

Capitalism, but it doesn’t involve non-contact among peoples; on the

contrary. In a sense, Capitalism creates separation – a vicious parody,

if you like, or grotesque exaggeration of the “natural” immune systems

of peoples and cultures. It imposes uniformity but denies contact. The

other, the “different”, is perceived as viral and threatening. The cure

for this “condition” might well be to deny uniformity but to make

contact. Ultimately it’s not the “immune system” which is at stake, but

life itself.

The metaphor of AIDS has been a godsend to crypto-ideologues like the

APA, who can make use of its semantic effluvia in terms like “boundary

violation” to hint obliquely at the underlying agenda of their

therapeutic control paradigm – i.e., to erase the concept “childhood

desire” and replace it with the concept “abuse”. If all sex is dirty and

causes death, then everyone must be “protected”. Children here serve as

metaphors for “everyone”. To “protect children” is to protect the

spiritual values of civilization itself against the threat of desire,

the otherness of the body. No doubt the APA remains unconscious of these

meanings; but then the APA has jettisoned the unconscious, so it’s only

appropriate that they should be among the first to fall vvictimto its

surreptitious return. The unconscious – banished safely to the realms of

advertising and disinformation, or so we fondly imagined – has come back

to haunt us with Godzilla-like vengeance – raped by aliens and

satanists! Our boundaries are being invaded, and we are urged to

“believe the victim.” The APA warns us that “abusers come from all walks

of life. There is no uniform ‘profile’ ... ,” etc. Anyone may be an

abuser, just as anyone may have been abused. Abuse is universal. There i

s only abuse. Of course the APA doesn’t believe in UFO’s – but it does

believe, quite clearly, that pleasure is evil.

Some extremists in the “Deep” Ecology movements joined certain Xtian

bigots in hailing AIDS as God’s plan (for overpopulation, not

immorality), and went on to suggest building a wall between the US and

Mexico to keep out the teeming billions of the angry South. Cut down to

a few million healthy hetero’s America could restore its “wilderness” –

which the Deep Ecolo’s seem to envision as something like the Ayatollah

Khomeini’s idea of heaven: – clean, pure, aryan ... well, maybe more

like the SS’s ide a of heaven. Ethnic cleansing is yet another panic

reaction to the sensation of “boundary violation”. Abusers are, above

all, aliens – even though (as the APA palpitatingly insinuates) they

might look like .... you and me! The other is the locus of all forbidden

desire which we ourselves must deny and hence project onto the unknown.

But of course, that’s Freudianism – or even Reichianism! We have no

desires. We are the victims of abuse. Q.E.D.

j The new catchphrase “multiculturalism” simply hides a form of ethnic

cultural cleansing under a semantic mask of liberal pluralism.

Multiculturalism is a means of separating one culture from another, for

avoiding all possibility of cross-cultural synergy or mutuality or

communicativeness. At best multiculturalism provides the Consensus with

an excuse to commit a bit of cultural pillaging – “appropriation” – to

add some sanitized version of otherness to its own dreary uniform

boredom – through tourism , or vapid academic curricula based on

“respect and dignity”. But the underlying deep structure of

multiculturalism is fear of penetration, of infection, of mutation, of

inextricable involvement with otherness – of becoming the other. Again,

there’s a cure for tourism – but it doesn’t involve everyone staying

home and watching TV. It necessitates a simultaneous attack on

uniformity, and a breaking down of borders – it demands both a genuine

pluralism and a genuine camaraderie or solidarity – it demands

conviviality.

Knowledge itself can be seen as a kind of virus. On the psychological

level this perception manifested recently as a panic about “computer

viruses”, and more generally about computer hacking – boundary

violations in cyberspace, so to speak. The government wants access to

all computer cypher-codes in order to control the “Net”, the InterNet,

which might otherwise spread everywhere, transmitting secrets, even

secrets about “abuse” and kiddy porn – as if the Net were a disease,

rather than simply a free exchange of information. America’s immune

system can’t take “too much knowing” (or whatever T.S. Eliot’s lame-ass

phrase was); America must be “protected” from penetration by foreign

chaos cabals of evil hackers (who might look just like you and me) – b

orders must be imposed.

Cyberspace itself however involves a curious form of disembodiment in

which each participant becomes a perceptual monad, a concept rather than

a physical presence. Cyberspace parodies the gnostic demand for

transcendence of the body, which is literally “ left behind” like a

prison of meat as one enters the pleroma of conceptual space. Ultimately

one wishes to “download the consciousness” and achieve purity,

cleanliness, immortality. Cyberspace proposes that life is not “in” the

body, but in the Spirit. And the spirit is ... inviolate.

A preview of this paradise can be attained through phone-sex.

Video-phones were never “invented” because too many people hate their

own faces (i.e., bodies) and don’t want others to see them (too much

boundary violation). So, until cybersex is perfected , the uv-cyberspace

of telephone-land – a soundscape of bodiless voices – must be invested

with all the sexuality we cannot share with other bodies, or with

“real-time” persons with real personalities and desires. The deep

purpose of phone-sex is probably not really the client’s masturbation or

his credit card number, but the actual ectoplasmic meeting of two ghosts

in the “other” world of sheer nothingness – a poor parodic rendering of

the phone company’s slogan, “Reach out and touch someone!” – which is so

sadly so finally what we cannot do in cyberspace.

Of course the phone company, and everyone else, knows very well that you

cannot reach out and touch someone over a phone. What the slogan really

says is: – Don’t reach out and touch someone – that’s a boundary

violation! – pay us instead to mediate between you and the very sense of

touch itself. The phone will save you from being touched.

Why then use the slogan, “Reach out and touch”? Ah, there’s the secret

of desire, Benjamin’s “Utopian trace” still embedded in the commodity.

We want to reach out and touch, but we also fear the invasion of

sensation it would entail; by using the phone we scratch an itch that we

secretly know will never heal. We’ll never be “satisfied” by all this

spookiness – but at least we shall be .... distracted.

Protectionism becomes the one true philosophy of any culture based on

mass anxiety about border violation; “safely” and “survival” become its

shibboleths and highest values. The “security state” emerges like an

abstract constellation figured against a random patterning of stars –

each star representing a threatened job, “dysfunctional” family,

“crime-ridden” neighborhood, black hole of boredom .... Power in the

security state emerges out of fear, and depends on fear for its rule. In

the society of Safety, all jobs are threatened, all families are

dysfunctional, crime is universal, and boredom is god. You may read the

signs of this power not only in the texts of the media which define it,

but even more clearly in the very landscape which “embodies” it. The

PoMo architecture of paranoid urbanism complements the

already-picturesque decay of the Modern, the haunted emptiness of

industrial ruins and abandoned farms. The aesthetic history of

Capitalism maps out a process of retreat, a withdrawal into t he psychic

fortress, the “drug-free-zone”, the Mall, the planned community, the

electronic highway. We design for a life without immunity, believing

that only Capital can save us from infection. As we watch “History”

unfold for us in the media, iincluding the media of cultural and

political representation, we become voluntary trance-victims of

“terrorism” (the secret inner structure of “protectionism”); – in

consequence, our political acts (such as architecture) can express no

higher vision than fear. The design of private space is based on the

easiest antidote to fear, which is boredom.

Ideally, Capital would like to discorporate entirely and retreat into

the cyberspace of electronic wealth (and electronics as wealth) – of

pure speed, pure representation. The infinite “growth” which is

Capital’s concept of immortality will indeed exceed all limits once

economics becomes a matter of digitized data, or spiritualized

knowledge, or “gnosis”. Not long ago, the glaciers of Capital covered

the whole landscape – now the “ice” (William Gibson’s SciFi slang for

“data”) is withdrawing from physical space and retreating toward the

pole, the mathematical point of abstraction, where a new and

spiritualized topology of pure informational space will open up for us,

like that “heaven of glass” with which the Gnostic Demiurge attempted to

con the An gels of the Lord. And we shall be saved – safe at last –

beyond all corruption – gone beyond.

Of course, as you know, very few will actually be taken up in this

Rapture. Actually, you’ve probably already been disqualified. As Capital

withdraws (like an army fleeing from phantoms, or phantoms fleeing an

army), a great deal of social triage will have to be practised. As the

No Go Zones are created and the wounded are left behind, entire new

populations of outsiders will be created. Too bad you’ll have to miss

that last helicopter out of town. “Homelessness” constitutes such a

Zone, a kind of anti-architecture, a shell from which all services and

utilities have been withdrawn, leaving only a television blaring in a

bare and empty room, broadcasting cop-shows and messages of

multiculturalism an d dignity. That is, the spectacle of Power remains,

while the “advantages” of control have been disappeared. Any overt

symptoms of autonomy amongst the “victims” can be crushed by the last

interface between Power and nothingness: – Robocop, M. de Landa’s

“artificial intelligence” or war-automaton, the violence of a society

turned against itself.

As the map is infolded, certain privileged zones vanish into the

“higher” topology of virtual reality, while certain other spaces are

sacrificed to the world of decay, P. K. Dick’s Ubik, the universal

greyness of social and biological melt-down. In such a scenario how can

we play any role other than victim? We’ve already lost, because we’ve

defined ourselves in relation to a situation of loss, and to a space of

disappearance. In our fear of all boundary invasions we discover that we

ourselves have been reclassified and categorized as viral. This time the

Abuser/Terrorist doesn’t just look like you and me – it is you and me.

The “homeless are criminal”; those who are not “taken up” have clearly

“sinned”.

Of course, it remains entirely within our power to construct an

altogether different interpretation of “homelessness” and the No Go

Zone. We could use terms like psychic nomadism and even nomadosophy to

fortify ourselves for a revaluation of values in which our chances of

autonomy would seem to increase in proportion to the actual withdrawal

of Power into the Simulo-Spectacle of too-Late Capitalism. We could try

to envision situations in which the “value” of homelessness would mutate

into the value of “ aimless wandering” (as Chuang Tzu expressed it) –

situations in which we could organize everyday life into a de facto

field of struggle for “empirical” freedoms, palpable pleasures, festal

arrangements.

For the “utopian socialist” Charles Fourier, “God is the enemy of

Uniformity.” The true blight of Civilization is uniformity – not union.

The individual is realized not as the mass-produced monad of

Civilization’s alienating social atomism, but as a living star in a

constellation of sexualized stars. In fact, the Planansterian orgy is –

for Fourier – the ultimate emblem of the social, its heraldic device, so

to speak, as well as its clearest manifestation. Think of those

pornographic 18^(th) century engravings showing dozens and dozens of

naked randy aristo’s, a bit of flagellation, a bowl of flaming punch, an

aesthetic dance of multiple and ambiguous copulations – this is

Fourier’s political programe, template for the ideal society – Harmonial

Association. The body has not disappeared, nor has it become the body

without organs. But it has become the infinitely penetrable body.

Physicist Nick Herbert likes to point out that for life here in the

mesosphere (i.e. between stars and quarks), here where we actually live,

juice and slime play an indispensable biospheric morphic role. Juice and

slime are the ultimate freeform connective and penetrative tissues of

living systems. Life clearly has no interest in the antibiotic hermetism

implied in such phrases as “boundary violations”. Life uses borders and

life violates borders and life constructs media of its own to fill up

the extra spaces. The amoeba and the fertilized egg are both sacs of

juice and slime – one grows by splitting itself, the other by being

split. Viral-like DNA is “freely exchanged” in gushes of juice and slime

– liquid with paradoxical form – the very liminality of form itself –

secret secretions – the viscous slippery in-betweeness of the organic –

the placental wetness of becoming.

The appropriate architectural form for a society based on radical

conviviality might best be characterized as grotesque – that is, in the

original sense of the word: – the cave. Since the Paleolithic, ritual

space has always been envisioned as a hollow earth – and in Mao Shan

Taoism, for example, heaven itself is honeycombed with countless grottos

of faeries and Immortals, dripping with cinnabar and sprouting with

magic mushrooms. As an aesthetic term grotesque refers to the

organic-looking forms of stalactites and stalagmites, to the curving

spiralling line of flesh and vegetation, which re-appears underground

and is transformed into the crystal of architectural space – without

losing its snaky flowery curviness, or even it matrix-like slick

wetness, or even its colors. For the Gothic and the Baroque, “grotesque”

serves as a term of aesthetic appreciation; for the Neo-Classical and

the proto-Industrial with their mania for straight lines, “grotesque”

becomes an insult.

The grotto serves to house the “grotesque body”, as Bakhtin calls it.

“In his writings on carnival, Bakhtin maintains that one of its most

salient characteristics is its use of imagery involving what he calls

the “grotesque body.”

Contrary to modern canons, the grotesque body is not separated from the

rest of the world. It is not a closed, completed unit; it is unfinished,

outgrows itself, transgresses its own limits. The stress is laid on

those parts of the body that are open t o the outside world, that is,

the parts through which the world enters the body or emerges from it, or

through which the body itself goes out to meet the world. This means

that the emphasis is on the apertures or the convexities, or on various

ramifications and offshoots: the open mouth, the genital organs, the

breasts, the phallus, the potbelly, the nose. The body discloses its

essence as a principle of growth which exceeds its own limits only in

copulation, pregnancy, childbirth, the throes of death, eating,

drinking, or defecation. This is the ever unfinished, ever creating

body, the link in the chain of genetic development, or more correctly

speaking, two links shown at the point where they enter into each

other.”

This describes what has been called Bakhtin’s “principle of permeable

boundaries.”

Folklore is permeated with the carnivalesque/grotesque, with the

Rabelaisian/utopian landscape of Rock Candy Mountains, houses of cream

and bacon, seas of lemonade – a geography of excess which found its

theorist in Fourier (who actually predicted that t he oceans would turn

to “something like lemonade” once humanity had converted itself into

Passional Series) as well as in Rabelais, who drew more directly on the

folkloric sea of story. But folklore itself appears as a phenomenon of

permeable boundaries. Stories go everywhere, arriving long before anyone

“notices” them, and embed themselves at a level of culture which –

perhaps more than any other human project – represents the possibility

of unity without uniformity. The Omnivorous Ogre and the Giant’s Bride

exercise an almost universal “archetypal” appeal because they express

certain basics of the body – and the social body. But in each culture

the Dragon-slayer and the Ash-girl find new names, costumes, dialects –

even different meanings – without losing their recognizable selves and

invariable fates. The worldwide dispersion of folklore is the most

striking accomplishment of the grotesque social body and its principle

of permeable boundaries: – the creation of a carnivalesque narrative

which resonates in every land, uniting humanity on the level of shared

pleasure even while it expresses the infinitude of archetypal

variations. The motifs of folklore act in a sense as memes and bundles

of memes, which in turn, have been compared with viruses – they carry

meanings from one society to another. The transportation of a folktale

is a movement of meaning – but the meaning is never assigned (by an

author[ity] or “tradition”) – the meaning is given and received.

Imagination here acquires the function of morphogenetic mutuality, or

social “co-creation”. This definition serves us better than the term

virus with its connotations of disease and terror. But let’s be clear: –

If we’re forced to choose between “the viral” and the civilization of

safety, we’ll choose the viral. If we must be crude about it, we’ll have

to declare in favor of “boundary violations.” We’re not just describing

the “grotesque social body” – we’re buying it.

Invariably however this rather existentialist commitment involves a

caveat: – that the proposal here is not directed by some sort of “high

risk” nihilism or armageddonism. The real Doom-sayers are the proponents

of Order and Progress, whose worldview reduces them to a hystereisis of

rigidity and body-slander. But the proponents of a Feyerabendian “chaos”

(an anti-theory) are in fact the true biophiles, the party of

celebration. We suggest that the grotesque body is at one and the same

time the magic al individual, the freespirit, the fully realized self of

the fairytale’s denouement – and also the infinitely permeable body, the

body of Fourier’s “Museum Orgy” – the body which is desired. This

paradox can only be resolved in the festal body; thus it is the festival

(with its ZeroWork and “promiscuity”) that functions as the crucial

insurrectionary praxis or principle of social mutability – the creation

of festal space, the creation of carnival to fill the festal space – the

creation of the temporary autonomous zone within the NoGo Zone –

festival as resistance and as uprising, perhaps in a single form, in a

single hour of pleasure – festival as the very meaning or deep inner

structure of our autonomy.

Who will give us an architecture based on the slime mold, the bedouin

tent, the baroque grotto, and the street festival of (say) an

Afro-Brazilian spirit-cult? The answer is: – no one but ourselves. The

Supreme Architect is dead; long live architecture. The Border Artists

have already begun to assemble – the bricoleurs, DPs, smugglers and

Poetic Terrorists of the permeable interface – drawn to the borders,

where monoliths rub and creak against each other, whole continents

adrift, scraping, shooting sparks, filling the air with ozone and

orgone, shifting with millennial dreams, hot, tropically hot, and

notoriously unhygienic. This is the region of boundary violations –

border raids – penetrations – some pleasurable, others catastrophic – of

cross-cultural synergies, ritual brawls, everyday life raised

(“sublimed”) to a degree of intensity approaching full presence, full

embodiment – and yet still indistinct, romantic as a reverie, an erotic

dream of a utopian landscape – at once a wilderness and a “pleasaunce”,

a chaos and a ritual space – the democracy of the mingling of bodily

fluids, of divine invasions, of polymorphous sensuality – sharing the

break-down of boundaries – – the infinitude of Passion – the shaping

power of desire.