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Like any shanty or marching chant the rhythms of her body and the tempo of the song — rocking and jigging the baby into slumber — co-ordinate the act of material effort in the scene of supposedly immaterial labour.
How long have we been not at work, in rest space? The scenarios range across universes, realities and times: baby-stealing fairies, cursed soldiers, murder ballads, angered house demons, father-killing hyenas, sunken ships.
But the imperatives to sleep are expressed through certain identifiable categories. Small life rooms, small life rooms, small life rooms 5 While these systems of labour coalesce in the song, what gets produced by the work of the song itself is a slumbering baby.
In other words, what gets produced by this work song is a state of inactivity. The lullaby, therefore, is a complex of labour relations and affection as well as a dynamic of work and non-work, effort and rest. The lullaby is dependent on the work of one body for the rest of another.
Within the dynamic of the cradle song, one resisting body transforms into stillness, muscles calm, bones relaxed. The other body, resisting tiredness, works at calming the active and vigorous form. It is a focused task, tiring and difficult, and one of the last of the day. From this reclaimed perspective we might also see the potential in lullabies to problematize the principle of work as productivity. Tonight you might feel your feet multiply 6 So if there is something that provokes non-work in the lullaby, can it be harnessed as a protest song?
Can a lullaby sing in resistance to work and can it be a song of people subjected to the technologies and ideologies of capitalism? And are there commonalities and solidarities that the lullaby can sing to other forms of night labour — beyond the excesses of the working day, to the bodies that toil outside that frame — and to other forms of care?
Rainbows and horses, these are my causes, little bear 7 If we relocate the lullaby, seeding it outside the mainstream family scene, what are the possibilities for it to become a song of radical care? First we should ask: Through the act of lullabying, what other agencies, critical of existing forms of social reproduction, can play out?
Can we use the lullaby to sing out an economy of care that is genuinely outside, or other to, the systems that resource labour and reproduce social conditions?
The lullaby might affectively perform a common rest. If a lullaby sounds out the material labour of care, makes its flesh and breath felt, then it can also sound out the halting, obscuring, decentering, dismantling of work, as an active resistance. Children and young carers, those caring for the elderly unsettling and reversing the affect flow of the lullaby.
Only Hate was happy, hoping to augment his practice now, and his dingy clientele who think they can be cured by killing and covering the garden with ashes.
They are still alive, but in a world he changed simply by looking back with no false regrets; all he did was to remember like the old and be honest like children.
He wasn't clever at all: he merely told the unhappy Present to recite the Past like a poetry lesson till sooner or later it faltered at the line where long ago the accusations had begun, and suddenly knew by whom it had been judged, how rich life had been and how silly, and was life-forgiven and more humble, able to approach the Future as a friend without a wardrobe of excuses, without a set mask of rectitude or an embarrassing over-familiar gesture.
No wonder the ancient cultures of conceit in his technique of unsettlement foresaw the fall of princes, the collapse of their lucrative patterns of frustration: if he succeeded, why, the Generalised Life would become impossible, the monolith of State be broken and prevented the co-operation of avengers.
Of course they called on God, but he went his way down among the lost people like Dante, down to the stinking fosse where the injured lead the ugly life of the rejected, and showed us what evil is, not, as we thought, deeds that must be punished, but our lack of faith, our dishonest mood of denial, the concupiscence of the oppressor.
But he wishes us more than this.
To be free is often to be lonely. He would unite the unequal moieties fractured by our own well-meaning sense of justice, would restore to the larger the wit and will the smaller possesses but can only use for arid disputes, would give back to the son the mother's richness of feeling: but he would have us remember most of all to be enthusiastic over the night, not only for the sense of wonder it alone has to offer, but also because it needs our love.
With large sad eyes its delectable creatures look up and beg us dumbly to ask them to follow: they are exiles who long for the future that lives in our power, they too would rejoice if allowed to serve enlightenment like him, even to bear our cry of 'Judas', as he did and all must bear who serve it.
One rational voice is dumb.