Thanksgiving Is Ruined
June 07, 2011
Zygmunt Bauman has a nice sense of theatrical timing.
I, who came from emptiness and solitude . . . At the beginning of the war, our family had been sent to the extreme north of the Soviet Union, where we had no one to talk to. That is to say, no one Polish. We were alone. Everywhere we were alone.
Try to imagine, that you are 18 years old . . .
Above = from interview that we found here.
Later in the same interview, ZB points out:
But humiliation is very imaginative. It can take dozens of different forms.
This for some reason recalled for us Hullot-Kentor's prescient words:
But humiliation is a complex emotion. At its limits it can be a disintegrative psychological catastrophe. But it can also be a tremendously mobilizing impulse . . . .
Taken from an interview published almost three years ago, here, all, together with its follow-up here, thoroughgoingly mind-bending.
[foregoing = a post TiR sat on for 2 months, too bored w/ ourselves to hit 'publish.' yawn.]