When I lived in Paris, people called it a "déclic", and I have never found a word to satisfy in English. Revelation? Of course fucking not. I'm not St. Paul collapsing into Carravaggio-ey light and starting to think nasty things about women. Realization? No, what has happened is more fundamental than the sudden memory of having an extra chocolate chip cookie shoved into the back of the lunchbox. A jumbly welter of rubbish has been charging about my head, kaleidoscope-like, for months, and sometime last night the kaleidoscope clicked into a shape that I can read like a text. Those clever French call that a déclic, and it is a phenomenom so central to how I live that I do think there should be a word for it in my first language.
Anyways, it wasn't about anything really fit to print about here - it was regarding the doctoral proposal - I just wanted to whine for awhile about how we don't have a word for déclic. If I'm wrong, and we do have such a word, please tell me. And yes, "moment of clarity" is too long. And too, somehow, fey. I want something foxy, quick, and clean - like déclic.
Something which aided in my déclic was the writing of Hannah Arendt, which has the effect of pulling my brain flat and steam-ironing it. On Violence is so nice - probably not so known now because it seems dated, an appearance whose fault would lie at the doors of the people who'd think it was dated. If anything I find the appendices more interesting than the body, whose subject revolves around the self-evident if ignored fact that power and violence are two extremely different things and that violence becomes an extremely attractive tool to people who feel their power is slipping away (On Violence came out in the very late 60s or very early 70s; it seemed to be inspired by perceptions of violence in the various student and civil rights movements as well as the response to them.) In the appendices she's free to wander for a few paragraphs about whatever, and oof - the indirect conclusions she comes to about consumer culture. . . my point is, I wish she was alive and in charge of the universe.
Have a good week, suckers. . .