Before the end is reached, his inspiration has all gone up in sounds pleasing to his audience, ugly to him–sacrificed for the first acoustic–an opaque clarity, a picture painted or its hanging.
Police intervention in public space is less about interpellating demon- strators than it is about dispersing them. The police are not the law that interpellates the individual (the “hey, you there” of Louis Althusser) unless we confuse the law with religious subjection. The police are above all a certitude about what is there, or rather, about what is not there: “Move along, there’s nothing to see.” The police say there is nothing to see, nothing happening, nothing to be done but to keep mov- ing, circulating; they say that the space of circulation is nothing but the space of circulation. Politics consists in transforming that space of cir- culation into the space of the manifestation of a subject: be it the people, workers, citizens. It consists in refiguring that space, what there is to dothere, what there is to see, or to name. It is a dispute about the division
of what is perceptible to the senses.6