Karl Marx’s famous chapter from Capital on “The Fetishism of the Commodity and its Secret” helps to illuminate the return of the irrational. He writes of a wooden table, which “as soon as it emerges as a commodity changes into a thing which transcends sensuousness” and “evolves out of its wooden brain grotesque ideas.” Marx uses his wit here to make an important point: the transformation of something into a commodity enchants it. The most inanimate object comes to life. “The mysterious character of the commodity-form” arises because the commodity “reflects the social relation of the producers to the sum total of labour as a social relation between objects, a relation which exists apart from and outside of the producers. Through this substitution, the products of labour become commodities, sensible things which are at the same time suprasensible or social.” When objects are expressed as exchange value, they are infinitely substitutable for one another. As the evolution of capitalism commodifies more and more of the world, it no longer becomes possible for a person to tell whose labor went into a particular commodity. The only contact the consumer of a commodity has with its producer(s) is through the commodity itself. Commodities "converse" with one another in the process of exchange; their producers and consumers do not. Thus, the “definite social relation between men themselves” in the capitalist mode of production assumes “the fantastic form of a relation between things.”

Under capitalism, the unique abilities of the individual are effectively liquidated because they are expressed in terms of human labor in the abstract. As workers’ inner essence is subjected to this radical exteriorization, they become estranged not only from their fellow producers, but from their own labor. The human labor in the abstract that derives from this liquidation of each individual’s uniqueness congeals in the commodity. In a sense, when workers purchase commodities, they are buying their own labor back, but in alien form. Seeing part of themselves mirrored back to them in these commodities, they confront them as living beings. Inanimate objects like the "magical" wooden table Marx describes take on human qualities to the extent that workers are estranged from their own.

Central to Marx’s theory of commodity fetishism is the idea that a fetish is something people psychologically invest with powers it does not really have. As W.J.T. Mitchell makes clear, this act of investing is not something people consciously intend to do. “The magic of the fetish depends on the projection of consciousness into the object, and then a forgetting of that act of projection.” Although Sigmund Freud’s work on fetishism deals with entirely different subject matter, it helps to shed light on this process. In his account, the fetish substitutes in the male mind for the penis that the mother was once imagined to have but has now been revealed to lack. Believing that if his mother has been castrated he can suffer the same fate, the boy attempts to disavow his perception that she is lacking. What is unique about fetishism is that the perception of lack persists in the face of these attempts to keep the belief in her penis alive. As Freud puts it, “he has retained that belief, but he has also given it up.” By substituting for the mother’s penis, the fetish allows him a psychological compromise. The fetish “inherits the interest which was formerly directed to its predecessor.” However, “this interest suffers an extraordinary increase as well, because the horror of castration has set up a memorial to itself in the creation of this substitute.” The fetish thus “remains a token of triumph over the threat of castration and a protection against it.” It also has an added benefit in that it “is not withheld from him: it is easily accessible.”

Two aspects of Freud’s account here are useful for understanding of commodity fetishism. First, the fetishist imaginatively invests what is usually an inanimate object with power he has found to be lacking in a human being. Second, the fetish is a suitable substitute for what is lacking because it is not susceptible to the same sort of lack. To put this another way, a shoe fetishist is never going to make the horrifying discovery that a shoe lacks a penis, since he knows from the outset that, as an inanimate object, it can neither have nor lack one. This is why the fetish is “a token of triumph over the threat of castration.” As different as the commodity fetish is from the sort of sexual fetish Freud describes, it functions in analogous fashion. To the extent that workers under capitalism are estranged from their own labor, part of their human essence is "cut off" and transported away from them. This process generates a lack in them, for which they compensate by investing the commodity with the human qualities of which they themselves have been deprived. Since commodities are usually inanimate objects that cannot labor and are thus incapable of being estranged from their own labor, they cannot suffer the workers’ fate and take on “an extraordinary interest” for those workers. Marx’s theory of commodity fetishism is rigorously materialist, for it assumes that there are no higher powers except the ones that people create. Human beings have themselves devised the chains that bind them. In traditional religions they serve a god or gods that are mere projections of their own collective power; under capitalism they ‘worship’ commodities that congeal their collective labor power. Whatever mystery appears to emanate from the commodity is mystery that they themselves have invested in the commodity as a response to their self-estrangement. Cult value does not derive from an object’s inherent properties, but from the way in which people perceive their relation to it.
I wonder. Does the arugula
count? This bag of green
and red from Trader Joe's
is plenty bitter. But I 'm
not sure whether they
constitute "bitter herbs."
Passover is over, anyway,
so I suppose it doesn't
matter. I want you to know,
though: I like the taste.
Sit me in front of the far
seeing box, a basketball
game that's bound to
disappoint me, and the
"Herb Salad Mix" makes
for the perfect crunch.

And it's low-cal too! I can't
say the same about the
it of my longest standing
nostalgic desire, discovered
by John from Wausau.
"There's a bar in Manhattan
where they have Jever." I
think it was even on tap.
I mention this only because
that's when I started, to
mark the possibility of
pleasure in a word. Herb.

As a child I was perplexed
by my mother's affection
for tonic without the gin.
"But it's so bitter," I replied,
only to have her tell me,
"That's what makes it
good." Now I finally see
her point. For one thing,
I know the history of taste.

In the order of development:
sweet, salty, sour and, yes,
that word. Somehow I
missed the part about the
neglected fifth, unfortunately,
the one made by decay,
figured by the game, strung
up in the open doorway
of a barn to age. I'm
sure, however, that young
people discern that
one without disgust
before they strap on the
burden of bitterness. Anyway,
I'm finally delighting in my
tongue's response, letting
the back-thrust coil like
loops of strangeness
in the back of my mind.

What I'm really saying
is that I feel what's going
on and still don't care. Not
enough to make a stand
at least. Or maybe this
arrangement of indirect
lamentation is making
the stand for me, only
in a different place than
where I began, someone
whose feet have lost the
sand beneath them in
the confusion of the tide.

It's in my mouth, in other
words. I love it. I love
you. And if my teeth are
stained with the blood
of an assortment of organic
leaves picked by people
who aren't about to buy
them back, then I guess
that's a form of honesty.
I confess: I'm coming to
have a taste for it. See?
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( May. 6th, 2005 08:31 am)
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Am I right to perceive a little divine intervention here?
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