The Laughter of Dionysus:

Bataille and Derrida on Joyce

James Luchte

In his essay on Bataille, ‘From Restricted to General Economy: A Hegelianism without

Reserve,’1 Derrida alludes to Bataille's reference to Joyce's Finnegan’s Wake in his essay,

‘Hegel, Death and Sacrifice’,2 in which the ‘Welsh Coffin’ is illustrated as the symbol of a

communal event that is performed – comically, as with the ‘wake’ in the southern United

States - in the face of the singular ‘event’ of death. As Derrida retells Bataille's (second-

hand) story,3 the deceased is stood up in his coffin in pride of place amongst his fellows -

dressed with a top hat, cigar and suit - and who, contrary to the usual and useful expulsion of

the corpse, begin to essentially ‘roast’ the one who had passed – but, is still strangely in

attendance. Such a ritual performance is an intimation of the mortality that is shared by each

member of the community.4 However, in Joyce’s ‘telling’ of the tale, the corpse, Finnegan, at

the height of festivities, wakes up and begins to create mayhem for all in attendance. Not

only does the tale break from the traditional ritual, with comic and blasphemous results, but

the manner of writing of the text is destabilizing to meaning, as the text performs the very

disruption which is its own ostensible motif and intent.

In the following pages, I will explore the philosophical implications of Finnegan’s

Wake, as the ‘Trojan horse by which the universe gets into the mind.’5 I will pursue the

question of the power and effectivity of language as it has emerged in light of the

'unconscious' and 'unstable' last text of Joyce - in its reception by the exiled surrealist Bataille

and by the post-structuralist Derrida, in his own excursions into Joyce and Bataille. Against

the background of cautionary remarks by Habermas, I will argue that Finnegan's Wake is a

disseminal text which, in its a-syntactic operation, is a strategic abuse (abuso) of language
(catachresis) with the intention of, in the formulation of Turnheim, an 'apotheosis of the

word'.6 In the wake of the apotheosis, the text not only reflects the - as with Kristeva's

contemplation of Celine in her magnificent Powers of Horror7 - the necromantic and abject

disruption of existence, but also serves to disrupt the inter-textual universe in which the

subversive text erupts - and disseminates its contagion.

Reading Joyce: The Makeshift of Text and World

(Book One, Chapter 1.1, pp 23-25)8

O foenix culprit! Ex nickylow malo comes mickelmassed bo- 16

num. Hill, rill, ones in company, billeted, less be proud of. Breast 17
high and bestride! Only for that these will not breathe upon 18
Norronesen or Irenean the secrest of their soorcelossness. Quar- 19
ry silex, Homfrie Noanswa! Undy gentian festyknees, Livia No- 20
answa? Wolkencap is on him, frowned; audiurient, he would 21
evesdrip, were it mous at hand, were it dinn of bottles in the far 22
ear. Murk, his vales are darkling. With lipth she lithpeth to him 23
all to time of thuch on thuch and thow on thow. She he she ho 24
she ha to la. Hairfluke, if he could bad twig her! Impalpabunt, 25
he abhears. The soundwaves are his buffeteers; they trompe him 26
with their trompes; the wave of roary and the wave of hooshed 27
and the wave of hawhawhawrd and the wave of neverheedthem- 28
horseluggarsandlisteltomine. Landloughed by his neaghboormis- 29
tress and perpetrified in his offsprung, sabes and suckers, the 30
moaning pipers could tell him to his faceback, the louthly one 31
whose loab we are devorers of, how butt for his hold halibutt, or 32
her to her pudor puff, the lipalip one whose libe we drink at, how 33
biff for her tiddywink of a windfall, our breed and washer givers, 34
there would not be a holey spier on the town nor a vestal flout- 35
ing in the dock, nay to make plein avowels, nor a yew nor an eye 36
to play cash cash in Novo Nilbud by swamplight nor a' toole o' 1
tall o' toll and noddy hint to the convaynience. 2
He dug in and dug out by the skill of his tilth for himself and 3
all belonging to him and he sweated his crew beneath his auspice 4
for the living and he urned his dread, that dragon volant, and he 5
made louse for us and delivered us to boll weevils amain, that 6
mighty liberator, Unfru-Chikda-Uru-Wukru and begad he did, 7
our ancestor most worshipful, till he thought of a better one in 8
his windower's house with that blushmantle upon him from ears- 9
end to earsend. And would again could whispring grassies wake 10
him and may again when the fiery bird disembers. And will 11
again if so be sooth by elder to his youngers shall be said. Have 12
you whines for my wedding, did you bring bride and bedding, 13
will you whoop for my deading is a? Wake? Usgueadbaugham! 14
Anam muck an dhoul ! Did ye drink me doornail? 15
Now be aisy, good Mr Finnimore, sir. And take your laysure 16
like a god on pension and don't be walking abroad. Sure you'd 17
only lose yourself in Healiopolis now the way your roads in 18
Kapelavaster are that winding there after the calvary, the North 19
Umbrian and the Fivs Barrow and Waddlings Raid and the 20
Bower Moore and wet your feet maybe with the foggy dew's 21
abroad. Meeting some sick old bankrupt or the Cottericks' donkey 22
with his shoe hanging, clankatachankata, or a slut snoring with an 23
impure infant on a bench. 'Twould turn you against life, so 24
'twould. And the weather's that mean too. To part from Devlin 25
is hard as Nugent knew, to leave the clean tanglesome one lushier 26
than its neighbour enfranchisable fields but let your ghost have 27
no grievance. You're better off, sir, where you are, primesigned 28
in the full of your dress, bloodeagle waistcoat and all, remember- 29
ing your shapes and sizes on the pillow of your babycurls under 30
your sycamore by the keld water where the Tory's clay will scare 31
the varmints and have all you want, pouch, gloves, flask, bricket, 32
kerchief, ring and amberulla, the whole treasure of the pyre, in the 33
land of souls with Homin and Broin Baroke and pole ole Lonan 34
and Nobucketnozzler and the Guinnghis Khan. And we'll be 35
coming here, the ombre players, to rake your gravel and bringing 36
you presents, won't we, fenians? And il isn't our spittle we'll stint 1
you of, is it, druids? Not shabbty little imagettes, pennydirts and 2
dodgemyeyes you buy in the soottee stores. But offerings of the 3
field. Mieliodories, that Doctor Faherty, the madison man, 4
taught to gooden you. Poppypap's a passport out. And honey is 5
the holiest thing ever was, hive, comb and earwax, the food for 6
glory, (mind you keep the pot or your nectar cup may yield too 7
light !) and some goat's milk, sir, like the maid used to bring you. 8

This selection from Book One, Chapter 1.1, pp. 23-25 of Finnegan's Wake tells of the

resurrection – the necromancy - of Tim Finnegan at his wake. His wife Annie, in the manner

of the surrealists, had laid out his exquisite corpse as a meal for the mourners to eat. After a

brawl breaks out amongst the mourners, whiskey is spilt upon the corpse, and Finnegan rises

up seeking wine and sex, as he says for himself,

Have you whines for my wedding, did you bring bride and bedding,
will you whoop for my deading is a? Wake? Usgueadbaugham!

Of course, this is an 'agreed' meaning of this text amongst those institutional experts and

readers of Joyce whom Derrida taunted – in an extemporaneous style - at the James Joyce
Symposium in 1992 with his 'Two Words for Joyce' in which he asked, 'How many languages

can be lodged in two words by Joyce, lodged or inscribed, kept or burned, celebrated or

violated?'9 Derrida is alluding to the 'nightmare' – and to the comic ecstasy – of historicity, of

temporal existence, as it is intimated in the traumatic work of Joyce. Derrida declares - in

light of its undecided status - there can be no '... Joycean competence.... no Joycean

foundation, no Joycean legitimacy.'10 Behind this declaration, however, lies a philosophical

question – but not that of an announcement of 'meaninglessness' – 'non-sense' – in the out-

flanked analytic sense.. Instead, for Derrida, the text of Joyce is a sublime example for his

provisional 'motif' of différance11 which intimates a play that, he claims, is prior to Being,

and the ontological difference between beings and Being. This 'motif' is neither a word nor a

concept – it is instead a trace of becoming which does not have being, or presence – or, is not,

and this is significant, meant to have presence. Joyce himself tells us that he is seeking in

Finnegan's Wake to intimate 'nocturnal life' and the 'dark night of the soul'.12 Yet, perhaps,

for Derrida, Joyce says too much (as he already allows 'discourse' to begin to quarantine – in

the sense of Foucault – his 'statement' from the homogenous discourse of the 'order of things'.

Derrida, on the contrary, considers that which is shown, exposed by the text of Joyce, as

significant and sublimely insignificant. We have heard the words of Joyce, but did we, can

we, understand these words in a univocal manner as the 'Joyce experts' do? And, is this not

precisely the question – one that we could – and do – carry with us as we traverse our ‘own’

and other textualities of existence?

We have read the words of Joyce. What does he mean, and what does it mean that

there are scholars who say – or want to know - what he means.... what 'Nietzsche' means,

what 'Heidegger' means, what even 'Derrida' means ....? Should we not become silent

immediately – as with John Cage or when Bultmann preached that it was a 'sin' even to

mention the 'name of God' ('He war').13 Yet, we know enough to ascertain the contours of the
question. Joyce, he tells us, sought to enact a nocturnal dithyramb in which a univocal

'meaning' was impossible. But, should we play along with Joyce, Derrida et al. or should we

simply dismiss this – though longstanding - last work – as did many critics, including the

'fascist' Pound – as an impenetrable and self-indulgent work? Or, should we become 'Joyce

experts' and pretend to have deciphered that which, for Derrida, is an inexhaustible text, one

that, in its instability, bleeds upon the surface of every page - and into 'worlds'?

Derrida reads Joyce as an intimation of the utter untranslatability and the radical

dispersion of the text. Is Finnegan's Wake not already translated? Is there any need to

translate this text? Cannot everyone misunderstand it? A book for all and none? Would not

translation be redundant, dead, useless? It would seem however that we should instead

witness the fragmentation that disseminates from this text.

Bataille on Joyce: On Dismemberment

Bataille engages Joyce' Finnegan's Wake in his essay, 'Hegel, Death and Sacrifice.' The

essay itself is a symptom of his longstanding and quasi-masochistic attempt to grasp the

philosophy of Hegel (through Kojeve). For although Hegel commands us – as the Sage – to

'think contradiction', he – at once – seduces us to acquiesce to his non-ironic absolute, 'unity,

the ‘good infinite’ - to that which sublates 'contradiction' as the Absolute Idea. Hegel failed –

which is doubly ironic – as a romantic poet (cf. Agamden's The Language of Death). Yet, he

succeeded in a way his friends Hölderlin and Schelling have not – yet - as a philosopher.

Hegel wishes to bring us into an Absolute in which we are necessarily ‘eaten’, 'digested' and

'excreted' – a situation, as Nietzsche suggests in his Will to Power, 'New World Conception',

in which excrement is the food of an innocence of becoming.

Bataille invokes the sacred as the 'indigestible', as the radically heterogeneous and

useless. In this light, the ritual of the ‘Welsh Coffin’, as with Greek tragedy, provides the
sacrificial space in which the restrictive taboo of homogeneity is transgressed – and re-

configured - amid the general economy of the comic 'event', of the radical energetics of the

tiger.14 Bataille describes the event:

The Irish and Welsh custom of the “wake” is little known but was still practiced at the
end of the last century. It is the subject of Joyce’s last work, Finnegan’s Wake – the
deathwatch of Finnegan (however, the reading of this famous novel is difficult at
best). In Wales, the coffin was placed open, standing at the place of honor of the
house. The dead man would be dressed in his finest suit and top hat. His family
would invite all of his friends, who honoured the departed all the more the longer they
danced and the deeper they drank to his health. It is the death of an other, but in such
instances, the death of the other is always the image of one’s own death. Only under
one condition could anyone so rejoice; with the presumed agreement of the dead man
– who is an other -, the dead man that the drinker in turn will become shall have no
other meaning than his predecessor.15

As the corpse shares in the Dionysian feast, the ‘Welsh Coffin’, through its surreal

subversion of the everyday, invokes a sense of the tragic sacred, the only response to which –

after perhaps an initial terror or horror – is the sublimity of laughter, beyond the restricted

economy of solemn production. The laughter of tragedy, in this way, invades and mutates the

rhythmic normalcy of religion within the limits of reason through the temporary irruption of

the radically other – of that which, contrary to Habermas, is not the imperative violence of a

heterogeneity which profanes itself through an incestuous amalgamation with homogenous

power, but a subversive dissolution of a homogenous order which is not a community of

intimates, but whose jurisdiction is already that of strife (Heraclitus). In this way, the festival

of death that is celebrated does not seek to establish a regime of violence, but to invoke,

disseminate, and propagate amid this 'order of things' that which it seeks to exclude – and, in

this way, to dissolve this 'order'.

Bataille, at the precipice of his essay, quotes Hegel's Phenomenology of Spirit: 'Spirit

attains its truth only by finding itself in absolute dismemberment' (déchirement). It is this be-

ing torn into dancing threads that is intimated in the text of Joyce, this makeshift of an

indefiniteness that cannot ever fathom the 'infinite', the grace of the absolute idea, the 'end of
history', the eclipse of temporality, the redemption of finitude. This is the sense of Bataille's

laughter at Hegel's totalitarian 'system', a laughter that is possible from the placelessness of

the sovereign ‘outside’. The 'outside' is this state of dismemberment that resists the masks of

the 'order' of a restricted economy. The sacred, in Bataille's sense, could never be co-opted

into the service of such an economy, but must still ceaselessly resist its 'hunger'.

Derrida on Bataille (and Joyce): A 'Holocaust' of Words

The key to Derrida's interest in Bataille (and Joyce) concerns the opaque topos of inter-

textuality, of an open space of interacting 'absences' (amid the indefinite 'All'). As through a

looking-glass darkly, Derrida plunges into the text of Joyce as an instance of the

disintegrative epoché of authoritative – 'authorial' – determination, intention – amidst a

deconstructive incitement that celebrates the play of meaninglessness as sovereign silence –

and despite the fact that Joyce ‘let the cat out of the bag’ with his quasi-Wagnerian

description of the project of the ‘reconstruction of nocturnal life’, in which amid the surreal

noumena, ‘objects’ lose their being in the night of the world.16 This is the background sense

of Derrida’s contestation of the ‘legitimacy’ of Joyce scholarship. After all, the very point of

Finnegan’s Wake is not only the projection of a performative space of meaninglessness, but

also of inviting the Nothing, death, back into the world of positivity – even though, except for

his lobe, the corpse would not allow itself to be eaten. Derrida points out an ambiguity in this

situation:

In discourse (the unity of process and system), negativity is always the underside and

accomplice of positivity. Negativity cannot be spoken of, nor has it ever been except in this

fabric of meaning. Now, the sovereign operation, the point of nonreserve, is neither positive

nor negative. It cannot be inscribed in discourse, except by crossing out predicates and by

practicing a contradictory super-impression that then exceeds the logic of philosophy.17

 Perhaps, Derrida would intimate that Finnegan’s Wake is such a super-impression

that exceeds the 'logic of philosophy', of 'meaning' (in the sublative sense of Hegel). Such a

reading may allow us to begin to fathom his statements in ‘Two Words for Joyce.’ Indeed, it

is precisely the 'expert reader' who seeks to know what the text means – and will struggle for

an exclusive possession of meaning with respect to the 'Joycean symposium'. At the same

time, however, the Joycean text, even Finnegan’s Wake, does make gestures toward

'meaning' – even if poly-semic – and can be read – read not only as a deliberate 'linguistic

integration' (Hitler), but also as a cultural artefact with its own indigenous and polyvalent

meanings. Nevertheless, the text is unstable, and does intimate that which for Bataille is

heterogeneous with respect to the homogenous order of (sayable) 'meaning' (within the limits

of reason alone). Yet, is this instability merely an intimation of the negativity which, Derrida

alludes, abides as the underside of positivity, an impotent revolt that remains servile to the

‘seriousness of meaning and the security of knowledge’?18 But, is there not another sense or

state of play in which the Joycean text intimates or incites ‘sovereignty’? For not only does

Finnegan’s Wake playfully describe the archaic practise of the ‘Welsh Coffin’ – or, the

invasion of the homogenous world of utility and order by the heterogeneous ‘other’ – but it

also, through its own linguistic practise, infects this ‘order’, not only disseminating the

myriad instabilities of laughter and confusion within the realm of ‘discourse’, but also – and

this could be Bataille’s reply to Derrida (and to any ‘resolute’ Wittgensteinian) – exposes the

makeshift character, the imposture, of this alleged ‘order’ of 'sense'. That which is significant

– and this is something upon which Derrida and Bataille can agree – is that it is the wings of a

dove, the stillest hour of sovereign silence - the general economy of existence - which resists

– and for Bataille, erupts, to destabilise any particular restricted economy of ‘meaning’ – and

thus, to allow for a transfiguration of the economy of ‘meaning’ into a radically 'other', into,

as it were, the 'eternal recurrence of the same'. Wittgenstein quotes Augustine in his
comments on Heidegger, 'What you swine, you want not to talk nonsense? Go ahead and talk

non-sense, it does not matter.'19

Habermas: On the Tragic Irony of the Law

We turn finally to Habermas’ essay on Bataille, ‘Between Eroticism and General Economics:

Georges Bataille,’20 in an attempt to address his criticisms of Bataille’s notion of sovereignty

in light of our current discussion of Joyce. While much of his essay on Bataille is

expositional – with many long quotations from works covering differing periods of Bataille’s

work – Habermas does engage critically with Bataille with respect to his notion of 'sovereign

violence'. In what is essentially a political interpretation of Bataille’s philosophy – and one

that speaks, it has to be said, from the timely perspective of the 'homogenous order' –

Habermas questions (as he does with Foucault) whether or not Bataille has set forth sufficient

‘theoretical’ resources to be able to make the necessary distinctions as to any specific

character of subversive transgression, as for instance, between 'socialist' and 'fascist' violence

– both of which (among the other usual suspects of poets, philosophers, artists, and

anarchists) are indicated by Bataille as 'heterogeneous forces' in his 1933 essay, ‘The

Psychological Structure of Fascism’.21

At the same time, however, while Bataille could be ‘identified’ as a fellow traveller of

the political Left (as he regarded himself), such a limitation of his perspective does not

adequately address the significance of his explorations of sacrifice, eroticism, intoxication (a

Dionysian 'Communism')– and, his appropriation of the archaic sacred – or his distinction

between homogeneous and heterogeneous ‘forces’ – or, between a 'restricted' and 'general'

economy. Such a limitation cannot allow us to fathom Bataille's cultural strategy of

subversion and his resistance to the marriage of 'utility', 'totalitarianism' and 'religion'.

Indeed, Habermas acknowledges:

 Just as religion already stands under the curse of labor, and only restores the
destroyed order of things and makes possible a wordless communication with it for
brief moments of ritual renunciation of the self, so, too, is pure sovereignty to be won
back only in moments of ecstasy.22

While one could question this formulation of Bataille’s thought – and the suggestion that

Bataille was dangerously close to 'fascism' - it is important to fathom that Bataille’s attempt

to conjure the sacred as subversive transgression does not hold the same significance for

Habermas with respect to 'meaning'. For the latter, sovereignty exhibits a ‘tendency toward a

differentiation of distinctions of rank.’23 Yet, for Bataille such a play of difference need not

be tied immediately to any political and ideological field – just as with the case of Hegel,

Heidegger, or Nietzsche. Indeed, it would seem that Bataille is instead attempting to account

for historical change as an 'event' of infiltration of a restricted (profane) economy by the

exteriority of the general (sacred) economy.

In this way, the question is not that of the perfection of a 'homogenous order' which is

already always tainted by imperative forces (and the incestuous 'enlightenment' project of the

alleged purification of such forces), but of disclosing – or exposing – the tenuousness of any

homogenous order that has attempted (as with the Apollonian suppression of Dionysiac

music and poetry in the polis of Plato) to suppress the incessant eruptions of the general

economy of the sacred in everyday life. That which Habermas fails to see is the tragic irony

of the law, which by suppressing otherness as such, fails to exhibit the critical resources to

call into question these imperative – unlawful - forces in the homogeneous order – whether

this order be ostensibly 'socialist', 'fascist', or, for that matter (and, in our own case), 'liberal'.

That which is essential for Bataille is his notion of an expenditure that erases the priority and

seeming eternity of any homogeneous order of work and utility – and recalls to us the

unrestricted general economy of the gift which surges beneath the surface of representation.
The In-Significance of Joyce: The Chaos of the Primal

In its dispersion and radical uselessness, Finnegan's Wake is a disseminal text for

contemporary questions of 'truth', of meaning/meaningless, of sense/non-sense. In its an-

archic destabilisation, the text of Joyce intimates a primal celebration of Fate as it is

disseminated through subversive expressions and transgressions ('custom' as the existential

negotiation of rule-following and rule-breaking). In the wake of the dispersion of the text, it

is necessary for us to cultivate a different understanding of language as not merely that which

organises the place of existence, as the poetics of existence, whether as a house of being,

language game or some other notation. Language must also be capable of destruction,

subversion and transfiguration of a world, or in the birth of the new.

Such a gesture points to Dionysus and the rebirth of the Open (in the sense of Trakl's

'Helian') as the transfiguration – and destruction - of the pretentious 'order' of the restricted

economy. The mask is torn off revealing the ever faceless apparitions of an ever receding

flux and chaos of existence. Trakl laments:

O how their hair stiffens with excrement and worms

When he stands in it with silver feet,
And they step deceased from bleak rooms.

O you psalms in fiery midnight rains

When servants smite gentle eyes with nettles,
The childlike fruits of the elderberry
Bend astonished over an empty grave.
Softly yellowed moons roll
Over the youth's feverish linen
Before the silence of winter follows.24

The desolation of this funeral scene is markedly different from that intimated by Joyce of the

resurrection of Tim Finnegan. Yet, both serve to dispel and disrupt the illusions that are

cultivated to achieve a stable, orderly community. Death is an ordeal which is endured, and

orchestrated according to a defined ritual, one which will assure the obedient execution of

temporal existence. Finnegan rebels against the order of things, while Trakl emphasises the
emptiness and decay of the grave, which was meant to be dispelled by the ritual and the

insertion of the name of the diseased into the narrative of the community. There is no name,

the grave is empty and the destination of all is the silence of winter.

Another example of subversive writing comes from Bataille himself with his Story of

the Eye, Section 13, ‘The Legs of the Fly’. In a different type of death scene, Bataille

describes the tumultuous acts of Simone and her accomplices:

We dropped the swine and he crashed to the floor. Sir Edmund, Simone, and myself
were coldly animated by the same determination, together with an incredible
excitement and levity. The priest lay there with a limp cock, his teeth digging into
the floor with rage and shame. Now that his balls were drained, his abomination
appeared to him in all its horror.

He audibly sighed: "Oh miserable sacrileges..."

And muttering other incomprehensible laments.

Sir Edmund nudged him with his foot; the monster leaped up and drew back,
bellowing with such ludicrous fury that we burst out laughing.

And:

Simone squeezed, a dreadful shudder ran through that mute, fully immobilized body,
and the cock stood on end. I took it into my hands and had no trouble fitting it into
Simone's vulva, while she continued to squeeze the throat.

The utterly intoxicated girl kept wrenching the big cock in and out with her buttocks,
atop the body whose muscles were cracking in our formidable strangleholds.

At last, she squeezed so resolutely that an even more violent thrill shot through her
victim, and she felt the come shooting inside her cunt. Now she let go, collapsing
backwards in a tempest of joy.

Simone lay on the floor, her belly up, her thigh still smeared by the dead man's
sperm which had trickled from her vulva. I stretched out at her side to rape and fuck
her in turn, but all I could do was squeeze her in my arms and kiss her mouth,
because of a strange inward paralysis ultimately caused by my love for the girl and
the death of the unspeakable creature.

I have never been so content.25

Bataille seeks to subvert the rigid French Roman Catholic cultural code, the network of

rituals, the sanctity of its practitioners (Priests), the Christian notion of Love, and the old law

tablets which invisibly dictate the morals, mores of the Patristic community. There is no
redemption for Simone and her accomplices. But, neither she nor her cohorts care if they are

beyond redemption. Simone lingers in a trance of pleasure, having strangled the priest who,

at the moment of his death, had achieved his own greatest pleasure, while the narrator

declares that he has never been so content. Such a monstrous community would have been,

before the fall of the Church from political power, burned at the stake as were the Heresy of

the Free Spirit, the followers of Marguerite Porete.26 Bataille enjoys not only the relative

emancipation of the letter in his own era, but also the anonymity in which he, like

Kierkegaard, shrouds himself. Yet, the power of the Church has not disappeared, but has

gone underground, infiltrating and guiding the culture through its usual channels: birth,

sickness, marriage, poverty and death. Bataille devastates the civil context of a culture that

abides the conservative values of tradition – he challenges their sanctity and underlines the

collapse of enforcement, whether terrestrial or divine. That which is most significant for

Simone is not the fate of her soul, or the question of guilt or responsibility with regard to the

death of the priest – it is instead a fly, whose legs are affixed to the eye of the priest.

Bataille is one of many writers and artists who have challenged either our sensibilities

or our moral or ethical perspectives – who have cast light upon that which would have been

excluded from previous cultural depiction or indication. The extension of aesthetic

categories over the last century, from the beautiful and sublime – to the ugly, horrifying, the

absurd and ridiculous – these latter categories are the contribution of modernity and post-

modernity, and are symptomatic of the emancipation of the artist and cultural expression in

the late 20th century – in every respect except for the servitude of capitalism in art. But, as

Jim Urpeth has argued in his essay ‘Religious Materialism,’27 it has been capitalism that has

been the engine by which traditional mores and constraints have been subverted and in the

way, capital as the breach, has become the sacred. Yet, as with Nietzsche’s ‘Three

Metamorphoses of the Spirit’, in his Thus Spoke Zarathustra, creativity requires more than
merely a destructive capacity for subversion. However, it is clear that the negative, in the

usual regard, as in horror, absurdity, ridiculousness and the ugly, can itself serve as the

ground for an affirmation of existence in the depths of human existence, which is a disclosure

that is forbidden in traditional narratives, such as rely upon the notions of God and personal

salvation, and other anaesthetics of the mortal soul.

In this light, there can arise a great laughter from that which is most horrendous,

hideous, immoral. This is surely evident in daily life and in its echoes in theatre, literature

and film. Or, following his life-long companion Nietzsche, if one is to affirm a single joy,

then one must also accept all of the horror that goes along with it. That does not mean that

one cannot work to change the world, to write a differing narrative, a different chapter, but

the impulse to change the world cannot become confused with the salvation of a different

realm, as when Jesus spoke of the Kingdom of his Father. Such a postulate, as it is taken as a

statement of truth, takes the step beyond the desire to change the world, to effect a differing

course, to the negation of the world itself, to the denial of the very conditions in which we

ourselves are: mortality. The otherworldly hope of the Messiah is an act of denial of the

temporal character of human existence, of joy, sorrow, sickness, pain and death. He has

chosen to exclude that which contradicts his eschatological vision of eternity, but he has

merely denied the creation and its radical mortal singularity. The very postulation of

salvation, of resurrection, is a falsification of human existence, one which forbids us from

truly experiencing both the depths and peaks of authentic human sorrow and joy. The

challenge is to comprehend the Dionysian truth of our predicament, of birth, individuation,

and death, dissolution – and to affirm this monstrous site, and to laugh.

Nietzsche sings in one of his poems of youth:

Lift up my anxious heart that

Finds no rest in heaven’s height.
I throw myself into green grass
And from gushing tears,
 My eyes become gloomy, my cheeks wet,
My soul pure and bright.
Branches bend down,
Enshroud the sick and
Weary with their shadows
Like a still grave

I would like to die in this green forest

No! No; away with such bitter
Thoughts! There in the green forest,
Where merry bird songs resound
Where oak trees shake their mighty heads
Soon a much greater power
Will shake your grave,
Peace of soul will come there to your coffin
Only through it can you
Attain true peace

Clouds, in golden beams,

Surround you like white snow,
And gather themselves into storm
And lightning flames down to earth
When the sky weeps in lovely Spring
And jubilation resounds far and wide
He is only meant to find
One who longs for death
Such bitter tears fall upon you
And you wake up
And you stand up
And look around and laugh.28

References and Further Reading

Attridge, Derek. Post-structuralist Joyce: Essays from the French, Cambridge University
Press, 1985.

Bataille, Georges. ‘Hegel, Death and Sacrifice,’ Yale French Studies, No. 78: On Bataille,
Yale University Press, 1990.

________. (2001) Story of the Eye, City Lights Publishing.

Bultmann, Rudolf. 'What does it mean to speak of God?,' Faith and Understanding, Harper &
Row, 1969.
Derrida, Jacques. ‘From Restricted to General Economy: A Hegelianism without Reserve’,
Writing and Difference, translated by Alan Bass, London and New York: Routledge, 2003.

________. ‘Différance’, Margins of Philosophy, Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1968.

Ellmann, Richard. James Joyce, Oxford: Oxford University Press, 1983.

Habermas, Jürgen. ‘Between Eroticism and General Economics: Georges Bataille,’ The
Philosophical Discourse of Modernity, translated by Frederick Lawrence, Cambridge: Polity
Press, 2007.

Joyce, James. Finnegan's Wake, New York: Penguin, 1976.

Kristeva, Julia. The Powers of Horror: An Essay on Abjection, New York: Columbia
University Press, 1982.

Luchte, James ( 'Under the Aspect of Time ("sub specie temporis"): Heidegger, Wittgenstein,
and the Place of the Nothing,' Philosophy Today, Volume 53, Number 2 (Spring, 2009)

Nietzsche, F., 'Oh, sweet forest peace', The Peacock and the Buffalo: The Poetry of Nietzsche,
translated by James Luchte, New York and London: Continuum International Publishing,
2010.

Roughley, Alan. Reading Derrida Reading Joyce, University of Florida Press, 1999, p. 60.

Thomas, Dylan. 'Under Milk Wood,' Dylan Thomas Omnibus, London: Phoenix, 2001.

Urpeth, J. (2000) ‘Religious Materialism: Bataille, Deleuze/Guattari and the Sacredness of

Late Capital’ in Goodchild, P. (ed.) Difference in Philosophy of Religion. Aldershot:
Ashgate, pp. 171–86.

1
Derrida, Jacques (2003) ‘From Restricted to General Economy: A Hegelianism without
Reserve’, Writing and Difference, translated by Alan Bass, London and New York:
Routledge.
2
Bataille, Georges (1990) ‘Hegel, Death and Sacrifice,’ Yale French Studies, No. 78: On
Bataille, Yale University Press, pp. 9-28.
3
Both Bataille and Derrida testify that Finnegan's Wake is difficult, if not, impossible
reading – or, that it is in its articulation 'indigestable'. Symptoms that both relied, to some
extent, on second hand accounts come, on the one hand, come from Bataille's reference in
footnote 12 to 'E. Jolas, "Elucidation du monomythe de James Joyce" in Critique (July 1948):
579-595, and on the other, to Derrida's own repetition of Bataille's account of the 'Welsh
coffin'. It could be argued, however, that the 'true' account, that the surrealist Annie laid out
Tim Finnegan to be eaten, would have given each of their own analyses more bite.
4
A more recent example could be found in the 'dark poetry' of the late comedian Bill Hicks,
especially in expressive and performative transgressions in his comic routines.
5
Vicki Mahaffey (2006) Modernist Literature: Challenging Fictions, Wiley-Blackwell.
6
Turnheim, Michel (1993) Freud and the Rest, Vienna: Turia & Kant, p. 163.
7
Kristeva, Julia (1982) The Powers of Horror: An Essay on Abjection, New York: Columbia
University Press.
8
James Joyce (1976) Finnegan's Wake, New York: Penguin. A delineated online version of
the text can be found at: Finnegan’s Wake.
9
Attridge, Derek (1985) Post-structuralist Joyce: Essays from the French, Cambridge
University Press, p. 145.
10
Roughley, Alan (1999) Reading Derrida Reading Joyce, University of Florida Press, p. 60.
11
Derrida, J. (1968) ‘Différance’, Margins of Philosophy, Chicago: University of Chicago
Press.
12
Ellmann, Richard (1983) James Joyce, Oxford: Oxford University Press.
13
Bultmann, Rudolf (1969) 'What does it mean to speak of God?,' Faith and Understanding,
Harper & Row.
14
The tiger is a symbol in the Accursed Share, Volume One, of the Dionysian general
economy of existence which stalks at the limits of the restrictive economy (order) of 'things'.
15
Bataille (1990), p. 24.
16
Regardless of his dis-stated meaning, however, for Derrida, Joyce will dissolve, become
faceless, into the nowhere (utopia) between the shore and the waves, between terrestriality
and aquacity.
17
Derrida, Jacques (2003) ‘From Restricted to General Economy: A Hegelianism without
Reserve,’ Writing and Difference, translated by Alan Bass, London and New York:
Routledge, p. 327.
18
Derrida (2003), p. 328.
19
For an in depth discussion of these issues, see Luchte, J., 'Under the Aspect of Time ("sub
specie temporis"): Heidegger, Wittgenstein, and the Place of the Nothing,' Philosophy Today,
Volume 53, Number 2 (Spring, 2009)
20
Habermas, Jürgen (2007) ‘Between Eroticism and General Economics: Georges Bataille,’
The Philosophical Discourse of Modernity, translated by Frederick Lawrence, Cambridge:
Polity Press.
21
Bataille, Georges (1985) ‘The Psychological Structure of Fascism,’ Visions of Excess:
Selected Writings 1927-1939, University of Minneapolis Press.
22
Habermas (2007), 225-226.
23
Habermas (2007), p. 226.
24
Trakl, Georg. 'Helian', translated by Jim Doss & Werner Schmitt, Loch Raven Review.
2008.
25
Bataille, Georges (2001) Story of the Eye, City Lights Publishing.
26
Marguerite Porete, The Mirror of Simple Souls, ed. Ellen Babinsky. Paulist Press, 1993.
27
Urpeth, J. (2000) ‘Religious Materialism: Bataille, Deleuze/Guattari and the Sacredness of
Late Capital’ in Goodchild, P. (ed.) Difference in Philosophy of Religion. Aldershot: Ashgate,
pp. 171–86.
28
Nietzsche, F. (2010) 'Oh, sweet forest peace', The Peacock and the Buffalo: The Poetry of
Nietzsche, translated by James Luchte, New York and London: Continuum International
Publishing.