Peggy Phelan Misunderstanding

"How can one create a performative pedagogy in the West which refuses the acquisitive model of power-knowledge operative everywhere in institutions of “higher learning”?  How can one invent a pedagogy for disappearance and loss and not for acquisition and control?  How can one teach the generative power of misunderstanding in a way they will (almost) understand?  And who are “they” anyway?" (173)

"Pedagogy must involve training in the patient acceptance of the perpetual failure of in/sight. The widespread belief in the possibility of understanding has committed us, however unwittingly, to a concomitant narrative of betrayal, disappointment, and rage.  Expecting understanding and always failing to see it, we accuse the other of inadequacy, of blindness, of neglect.  The acceleration of ethnic and racial violence may be due in part to the misplaced desire to believe in the (false) promise of understanding.  It is perhaps past time that we begin to attempt to see the inevitability of misunderstanding as generative and hopeful, as opportunities for conversation ( and maybe a little further down the line for comedy as well), rather than as a betrayal of a promise.  Or to put it slightly differently, perhaps the best possibility for “understanding” racial, sexual, and ethnic difference lies in the active acceptance of the inevitability of misunderstanding.
Misunderstanding as a political and pedagogical telos can be a dangerous proposition, or it invites the belligerent refusal to learn or move at all.  This is not what I am arguing for.  It is an attempt to walk (and live) on the rackety bridge between self and other–and not the attempt to arrive at one side or the other– that we discover real hope." (174)

On Faking Hope
"This then in Hope, the hope we fake and perform and the hope we thereby make and have.  Hope’s power is measured in this faking.  Each performance registers how much we want to believe what we know we see is not all we really have, all we really are.  That negation reveals the generative possibility of the “not all” that keeps us hoping.  Maybe next time I’ll love/be/loved; maybe next time I’ll write a better book; maybe next time my I will see." (179)

and hope tied to grief...

"legislatively, psychically, and emotionally, we are beginning to face the uncertainty of our notion of when and how the body lives and dies, who does and does not inhabit it, who can and cannot speak for it when it is beyond the comforting amplifications of metaphor.  Pure symptom, sometimes the body’s Being insists on an end to interpretative possibilities.  And so sometimes the body goes.  Disappears.  But the witness remains. Formerly mute objects become articulate.  The old shirt recalls the riot of color he provoked in her face.  The coffee cup with the broken handle hums a w/holy different hymn.  The performance of grief reanimates the symptoms of his life, animate and disappearing, material and visible." (177)