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Henri Lefebvre: A Critical Introduction - autonomous learning

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F o r e w o r d<br />

Manhattan, meanwhile, is an island within an island, imagining<br />

itself as a leader of Blue State (liberal, Democratic) sensibilities<br />

while the record strongly indicates that it has actually been<br />

the reverse. It is New York that has given us Rudolph Giuliani’s<br />

chronic hostility toward the First Amendment; fake pre-modern<br />

architecture; news magazines featuring cover stories on assorted<br />

mythological religious figures; and other convulsions of Red State<br />

backlash against the long-ago 1960s and in general anything that<br />

breathes.<br />

“Haven’t they heard Marx is dead?,” Giuliani replied when<br />

asked about his plans to uproot community gardens to make room<br />

for luxury housing. Heave-ho! While The New York Review of<br />

Books canceled its subscription to liberal thought by publishing<br />

stories that claimed to discredit Freud.<br />

But never mind. So long as Andy Merrifield is living in France<br />

and I remain in New York, Marx and Freud are still conversing<br />

with one another across the divide of water, ideology, and time.<br />

In my perplexed head, Merrifield and I are two halves of a whole.<br />

We’re one of the last great Surrealists. Our mutual amour fou is<br />

the city: the courting ground of crazy love.<br />

Merrifield’s got his Marx down better than I’ll ever get my Freud.<br />

He’s become a one-man, year-round, world-wide festival of non-vulgar<br />

Marxism. I’m just an old-fashioned nut case. But Surrealists are<br />

not required to be experts in either field. We define our own field. It<br />

is bordered on two sides by history: one border chronicles the outer<br />

life, the other one tracks the inner. Mr. M and Mr. F sit like referees<br />

atop tall spindly chairs on either line. Out! In!<br />

The remaining sides of the field are left open. One of these<br />

trails off into the future, the other drifts backward toward a ground<br />

of origin that is unknowable apart from myth. Culture happens in<br />

the middle. The forms it takes are not invariably symptoms. But<br />

sometimes the symptoms are thrilling also. We set up bleachers.<br />

We boo and cheer.<br />

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