The Endless Crisis as an Instrument of Power: In conversation with Giorgio Agamben
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One day humanity will play with law just as children play with disused
objects, not in order to restore them to their canonical use but to free
them from it for good…. This liberation is the task of study, or of
play. And this studious play is the passage that allows us to arrive at
that justice that one of Benjamin’s posthumous fragments defines as a
state of the world in which the world appears as a good that absolutely
cannot be appropriated or made juridical.
WE HAVE A NEW ATTORNEY, Dr. Bucephalus
We have a new attorney, Dr. Bucephalus. Little in his external
appearance reminds one of the time when he was still Alexander of
Macedon's battle steed. But those who are familiar with the
circumstances notice certain things. Indeed, I recently saw, on the
outside staircase, even a quite simple court employee admire the
attorney with the professional look of a modest regular of the races as,
lifting his thighs high, he went up from step to step, his footfalls
ringing out on the marble.
In general the bar approves of the
admission of Bucephalus. With amazing understanding they tell
themselves that Bucephalus is in a difficult position in today's social
order and that therefore, as well as because of his world-historical
significance, he deserves some accommodation anyway. Today -- no one
can deny it -- there is no great Alexander. Yes, many people try to
murder; also there is no lack of people with the skill to strike their
friend over the banquet table with a spear; and many find Macedonia too
cramped, so that they curse Philip, the father -- but no one, no one can
lead to India. Even back then, the gates to India were unreachable,
but the king's sword showed the way. Today the gates are elsewhere
entirely and further and higher; no one shows the way; many have swords,
but only to wave them about; and the gaze that wants to follow them
gets tangled up.
So maybe it's really best, as Bucephalus has
done, to sink into law books. Free, his sides unvexed by the loins of
the rider, by a quiet lamp, far from the racket of Alexander's battles,
he reads and turns the pages of our old books.