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STUPID UNDERGROUNDS - MANN
Croatan - Page 13
everything and leaves it all still in place, still functioning as if it
mattered, never relieving us of its apparition, never
pretending to go beyond it, draining it of value without
clearing it away. That is why one cannot dismiss it
according to the logic of the new, whereby the only
admissible revolutionary force must conform to the movement
of progress and innovation. The rhetoric of innovation is
parroted by the stupid underground, because it still obeys
the superficial form of the avant-garde. But it obeys it
long after it is dead, and as if that death didn't matter,
as if history had never occurred in the first place, as if
everything retro just suddenly appeared, in all its
original vacuity. As if it were even better, more
powerful, once it is dead, so long as one insists that it
is and pretends that it isn't. It is the blind repetition
of every exhausted logic far past the point of termination
that generates the most virulent negation. The stupid
persistence of the dead has taken the place of the
critical.
Croatan
[10] Nothing could be more quintessentially American than the
stupid underground. It is more basic, more historical,
than all the structures and pseudo-guarantees of liberal
democracy. If America as such can be mythologized as a
nation of dropouts and a shadow underground of Europe, it
also immediately begins to generate its own dropouts--a
subunderground that is the "first" of the stupid
undergrounds, of those who went "native," which is to say:
disappeared. The stupid underground is the latest
bordertown, the liminal scene of this disappearance, and of
the becoming-imperceptible of American history itself.
This history has always moved simultaneously toward the
spectacle and toward the invisible; that is why there is a
familiarly native intensity to the figure of the solitary,
hermetic hacker jacked into the so-called Net. It is also
why two stories could be told by those who found this
legend carved into a tree at Roanoke: "Gone to Croatan."
The standard history text tells us that no one knows what
"Croatan" means, that the settlers disappeared. But other
accounts claim that everyone knew Croatan was the name of a
local tribe, and the message quite clearly stipulated that
the settlers had gone to join it; the official suppression
of this fact is only a sign of the sort of
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