Bare Life:
“The term originates in Agamben’s observation that the Ancient Greeks had two different words for what in contemporary European languages is simply referred to as ‘life’: bios (the form or manner in which life is lived) and zoē (the biological fact of life). His argument is that the loss of this distinction obscures the fact that in a political context, the word ‘life’ refers more or less exclusively to the biological dimension or zoē and implies no guarantees about the quality of the life lived. Bare life refers then to a conception of life in which the sheer biological fact of life is given priority over the way a life is lived, by which Agamben means its possibilities and potentialities. “- Ian Buchanan, A dictionary of Critical Theory
What has photography to do with critical theory?
Perhaps nothing.
When I decided to go back to academia two years ago, I felt that a part of who I am had been defeated. I remember the exact moment I accepted it. I was in the library looking over a collection of photos by Ansel Adams. I could not control a tear in my eye over a life I could not afford to live, right then.
I have read critical theory among other things since then. There is a part of me that searches for more than bare life. More than the maintenance of life. More than paying off the student loan and other bills. Academia offered me something – a chance to think, a chance to think better, a scholarship, a way to delay a completely bare life. What’s the point of thinking?
Today I walked into the woods and hugged all the trees in the third and fourth photo.
I still have a sense of failure. For not securing my bare life. For not applying for the best job. For not going for the most lucrative field. For being lost, wandering. For refusing what should be done.
For not being able to refuse my refusal of the world as it is.
Yesterday, I started reading Mary Oliver’s Upstream once again.
“But there is, also, the summoning world, the admirable energies of the world, better than anger, better than bitterness and, because more interesting, more alleviating. And there is the thing that one does, the needle one plies, the work, and within that work a chance to take thoughts that are hot and formless and to place them slowly and with meticulous effort into some shapely heat-retaining form, even as the gods, or nature, or the soundless wheels of time have made forms all across the soft, curved universe – that is to say, having chosen to claim my life, I have made for myself, out of work and love, a handsome life.”
― Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
I believe, one day, I’ll be able to weave all the threads of my life together in complete harmony; nature, psychology, photography, philosophy, theory. I might as well start from here.