The Liminal Space Between Love and Non-Love: An Introduction to the “Love as a Radical Act” Forum

September 2, 2013
Love as a Radical Act

James Baldwin

Love-talk tends to produce uncontaminated discourses that refuse to conceive love as a complex energy that is at once beautiful and messy, charitable and unruly. Love-talk tends to lack the critical imagination needed to vision the force of love beyond the Christian and/or philosophic categories of agape or eros.

Indeed, James Baldwin reminded us that love is much more than an experience of ecstasy or manifestation of utopic desire alone, and instead is best conceived as a “battle,” “a war,” and “a growing up.”  Love, as we’ve come to understand and experience its presences, might even take the form of non-love at times. But how would we know the difference?

The Love as a Radical Act forum, which will run from September 2-8, asks us to articulate and re-conceptualize the meaning and importance of love for self, for each other, and for community. The essays, poetry, love notes, blurbs, and visual art pieces push us to ask several important questions about our ideas of love and its uses, namely: How might love be conceived and used as a radical tool of transformative justice? How do we articulate the differences between love and non-love? How might love be conceptualized as an ethic, politics, and praxis?

Indeed, each contribution attempts to push us to think differently, if not anew, about our commitments to a type of love that escapes critical analysis. And it seems no better time to analyze love than now in our neoliberal present—a moment when the love of one’s nation, for example, becomes the impetus for the non-love of other bodies, of other nation states. As I write, many innocent Syrians are dying by chemical weapons allegedly at the hands of their own government (or rebels) while the POTUS claims that he will seek approval to commence a war-strike. The so-called patriotic love, of a nation…of a people….of national interests, can also produce war. Philosopher Slavoj Žižek warned us, in Living in the End Timesthat “killing can be done out of love.” But we are scholars, culture workers, visual artists, organizers, and writers who maintain a feminist politic that is anti-imperialist, and we name the type of “love” that produces war (and death, colonialism, lack) as an antagonistic force that reverses and stalls justice.

Patricia Hill Collins

Patricia Hill Collins

Yet, scholar Wenshu Lee notes that love, or, rather, our “deep participation with each other,” might very well be the affective force necessary to move us beyond neoliberalist preoccupations with the self, which is really a disdain of “the social” and the collective. It is the deep participation with each other in community, as opposed to the type of separation (between people and nation states) that neoliberalism engenders, that is powerful. Indeed, it is the deep participation with each other in community, as opposed to relationships enacted through a spirit of competition, that help us to imagine the human as living-body/soul and not a commodity (a value-less target to be shot down by drone strikes or murdered by way of chemical weapons or social disregard).

Love must be activated by a human agent, someone who will make a choice to actualize and live love. Love, as Patricia Hill Collins argued, is a political act that one must choose to engage. This forum represents the commitment on the part of several brilliant contributors to engage love in all of its radical and chaotic potential.  Join us in conversation.

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8 Responses to The Liminal Space Between Love and Non-Love: An Introduction to the “Love as a Radical Act” Forum

  1. Cowards Need Not Apply | Write to Life on September 2, 2013 at 11:01 am

    […] a college friend. If love means (and I think this is one of the things that it does mean) “deep participation with each other“, than my loves indeed are few and far […]

  2. Jan Freeman on September 2, 2013 at 11:07 am

    Very interested in this conversation. Personal love — source of bounty, cruelty, and elements between the extremes — and the extension into the national, moving from the abstract other to the individual human being. An essential conversation. Irrational love and responsible love. The possessive and expansive, the sacred and indulgent. Naming one, enacting another. Emotion and the mind working together, and ignoring each other.

  3. Joseph Ross on September 2, 2013 at 11:17 am

    This is an insightful start to a conversation, Darnell. Thank you.

  4. Kelly Bailey on September 2, 2013 at 4:39 pm

    wow, very insightful and thoughtful.

  5. Niama on September 2, 2013 at 5:55 pm

    I needed to read this today! Thank you so much! Beautiful and so needed in the face of all of the turmoil in the world today.

  6. Ian on September 2, 2013 at 10:07 pm

    I wish this article were stronger when it refers to “The so-called patriotic love, of a nation…of a people….of national interests…”

    To say that one loves a particular kind of human, is always to elevate the status of that human above another. This is why patriotism is immoral. For, say, an American like me, to be patriotic is to prioritize the lives of Americans over others. And that sort of thing is what leads presidents to be able to pretend to be sad about the gruesome deaths of innocent children in Connecticut when at that very moment they are *causing* more deaths of innocent children in Pakistan.

    “So-called patriotic love” is a love of currently-drawn borders of nation-states. It is the love of power, that is all.

    • Darnell Moore on September 3, 2013 at 11:46 am

      Ian, I could not agree more. Would love to explore these ideas with you in more detail. Please email me at Best, Darnell

  7. […] frustration, and despair. I felt defeated. I cried throughout the rest of the night. Our “Love as a Radical Act” forum submission deadline was less than a month away, and I was no longer sure that love was the […]

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