A moment of odd suspense—both in terms of a foreboding uncertainty as to what is coming, and of a suspension of our own capacities to act, to analyze the situation and to organize accordingly. A suspension not of time itself, which chugalugs on, pulls us to fix dinner, finish an assignment, plan a holiday; but of the shared future, the collective momentum forward, which drives politics. Politics may be defined not as mere machinations of power but rather as collective self-organization in the face of…Continue Reading “Advent Note 2016”