Gezi Uprising Anniversary
Exactly two years ago, on May 31, 2013, I woke up to the news of brutal police violence in Gezi Park, Istanbul. Some of my friends were occupying the park to protect its trees. Frustrated and angry, I created a…
I don't call myself a writer. I may be a non-writer, in something like Laruelle's sense. Not the negation of writing, but writing that refuses to submit to what writing is supposed to be. No discipline. No claim on form. It is also, honestly, painful. The word "subjectile" comes from Derrida's reading of Artaud in The Truth in Painting (1978). Artaud conceived the canvas as more than a passive surface. It becomes a space of tension, between surface and background, between what appears and what stays hidden. That in-betweenness is where this writing lives. It's an ongoing experiment. I have to do it.