Sunday, June 21, 2015

I See It, but I'm Not Quite Sure What It Is

Below is my abstract for Queer Manuscripts Roundtable at the 2016 New Chaucer Society conference:

I See It, but I'm Not Quite Sure What It Is,
or The Discomfort with Cleanness as a Naked Text

Cotton Nero A.x holds two of the most beautifully crafted poems in Middle English—Pearl and Sir Gawain and the Green Knight—which, although challenging in their fusion of religious and courtly values, seem intelligible compared to their abject, ugly sibling, Cleanness. We modern readers generally do not like Cleanness—it reads like a Westboro Baptist preacher’s call to join a wrathful God in hating faggots. But is that what Cleanness says, or is that what we expect Cleanness to say? I propose that by stripping Cleanness down to the flesh of its manuscript, eliminating its modern editorial features, we reveal a much more ambiguous textual body, the form of which seduces us with the pretense of an unspeakable secret even as it ultimately resists a singular reading.

Cleanness, in the flesh, reveals a structured body that does not quite correspond to its subject matter. Modern editors, attempting to make the text a bit straighter, have ignored the manuscript’s awkward textual divisions and have inserted notes to explain away ambiguities. Just as this queer text relates stories of bodies touching bodies (including the body of God), we must consider our carnal inter(t)action with the queer manuscript. We must ask what it means for one to desire amorous intimacy with an embodied, not-quite-male Jesus, as we explore this not-quite-readable poem. Only by learning to respect the text’s resistance to our appropriative desire for comprehension can we begin to recognize the text’s challenging polysemy that invites comparisons with its sister poems.

Thursday, June 11, 2015

Puking Out Pearls

Below is my abstract for the 2015 BABEL Working Group conference:

Lady Gaga is fabulous. She came out on the scene with a fabulous single and a fabulous album about being fabulous, and we were all starstruck; we were also seduced by her illegibility. We wanted her to be a man, dressed as a woman. We wanted evidence of a penis behind the layers of glitter, makeup, wigs, and bubbles. Gaga performed femininity in a way that recalled and surpassed drag queens, and we were, ironically, confused at her female body—What could it mean for a woman to play at being a woman? Starting from this illegibility, Gaga carefully cultivated a persona that not only performed the fabulosity she articulated in her music, but also exposed the mechanisms of legibility in what Benjamin has called the age of mechanical reproduction—Gaga became intertextual with herself, and we began to feel like we understood her without fully understanding her.
            Terence Koh is fabulous. When the artist was asked to explain his fabulous appearance, he responded, “That is my nature. Perhaps we shouldn’t interview with what happens most naturally.” Koh’s fabulosity is natural, and it is artificial; it is truth, but, in his art, truth is deception and self-deception: “I get scared and don’t want to know the truth…. I tink [sic] this way there could be world peace. And really people would just be more happy.” Koh has cultivated a look, a phonetic/homonymic writing style, a form of artwork featuring “layered insincerity,” and the slopes of his performed self are always a bit slippery—his natural artifice (or artificial nature) blurs boundaries between legibility and illegibility. Sometimes not asking questions reveals the most answers. Maybe, Koh teaches us, the essence is not as important as the meaningfulness of the surface.[1]
            Pearls are fabulous. Terence and Gaga collaborated on a fabulous video and a fabulous performance featuring fabulous pearls—88 pearls to be in/exact (which might mean something)—and these fabulous pearls might also remind us of many fabulous people’s disease and death.[2]
            Un/like Gaga and Terence, the Pearl-maiden is fabulous. She lives in a jewel-encrusted world of numeric complexity (which also might mean something). She reminds us of daughters and statues, idolatry and death. She reminds us of the kingdom of heaven and wealth, whores and lambs. Can we ingest her, or does she resist consumption? All we know, by the end of the poem, is that we have never seen anyone more fabulous.
*     *     *
Frustrated and confused at my writing style, my professor recently wrote to me: “[Your] essay sometimes feels merely clever rather than substantial. It is charming, but it entails too much rhetorical performance, too little sustained analysis.” Exploring the meaningful absurdity of Lady Gaga’s and Terence Koh’s fabulous resistances to legibility, I would like to consider what might be gained from reading the maiden in Pearl through the lens of clever and charming rhetorical performance and what might be lost if we care too deeply about traditions of  “substantial… sustained analysis.” My talk will be fabulous.



[1] “Down the Bunny Hole,” interview by Kathy Grayson <http://terencekoh.com/hole/down-the-bunny-hole>
[2] Lady Gaga and Terence Koh collaborated for the American Foundation for AIDS Research. After sipping from a teacup on top of a piano, Lady Gaga spits out a mouthful of pearls, which Koh describes as “puking out beautiful things.” <http://www.rollingstone.com/music/news/lady-gaga-salutes-elton-john-with-special-set-at-all-star-amfar-gala-20100211>