The epigraph to the essay “Some Haunting,” dated 1994, cites the Joyce of Ulysses alluding to the Shakespeare of Hamlet: “He is a ghost, a shadow now, the wind by Elsinore’s rocks or what you will, the sea’s voice, a voice heard only in the heart of him who is the substance of his shadow” (66). The quotation opens Shurin’s evocation of his own ghosts (if they are his):
I’m no longer afraid these AIDS apparitions might be real (they’ve lost the advantage of surprise), but my subsequent clench at the gut or failing of the knees shows a terror more truculent than fear of the Impossible. (The Impossible? What, anymore, is that?) These particular visitations – these “voices heard in the heart of him” – pursue. They know my name, and my whole shaken body responds to their address…. The ghosts who walk in my city (my ghostly city) are cast as vividly as any childhood stored in a dipped madeleine – with that fleeting precision memory affords, and the rubbed-out edges it requires. And they rise just as suddenly…. They flash and seize…. These visions are gone in the next shift of wind, of course…. Too late for me, who have been stuck by recognition, a madeleine-rush of memory that comes, alas, too frequently to be savored, but whose measure is too steady to be ignored.
I am haunted. [66-67]**
The ghost, the shadow, the wind, the sea’s voice – always just gone – that pursue Shurin and address him by name again figure a demand made by the past on the present: pay attention as if your life depended on it, recognize as your own concern what threatens to disappear irretrievably. The sheer force of this demand disrupts the complacency of memory and amnesia alike. As William Haver observes in the context of his own consideration of Unbound, “The ghost is the figure of what we can never quite forget altogether, but also of that which memory can never satisfactorily recover: the figure of the impossibility of forgetting what we have forgotten. The ghost is the figure of what disrupts every attempt at historiographical pacification” (unpublished ms., 12). And the same claim might be made for citation: for example, the citation of the past readable in a photograph of the author and his friends at the Gay Freedom Day celebration in Golden Gate Park in 1975. Contemplating an image of the past twenty years later under the title “Shifting Paradise,” Shurin writes:
…one no longer knows the actual from the iconic – the icon becomes the actual! Where physical distance blurs temporal distance refines. This much has not shifted: on a shelf a lucite frame encodes the past in a photo – unregenerate – as a paradise of pure loss.
But something has shifted: the resonant image, gingerly holding its chemical colors against the fading power of sunlight, remains the same, but the very nature of paradise has changed. Even while – eyes dewy – focused back on primal beauty, the unforeseen – HIV – transfigures sight, beholder and beheld. “This sceptered isle,” Shakespeare’s Gaunt has said, “This fortress built by Nature for herself / Against infection.” The magic island is flooded in a breakaway recursive tide; what did not hold – infected – returns to the image of origin. (78)***
What follows this reflection on the fading photograph that cites a paradise now irretrievably lost is a parenthetical quotation from Gertrude Stein, the concluding lines of a remarkable poem with the hypothetical title “If I Told Him” (and the more assured subtitle “A Completed Portrait of Picasso”): “Let me recite what history teaches. History teaches” (78). This history lesson, in the form of a citation that itself inscribes, or performs, citation, quoting itself as it unfolds, delivers not meaning, but what Unbound elsewhere terms “enactment” (35), demarcating the properly ethical dimension of its poetics and its historiography.
** The haunting of the survivor is powerfully figured by John Greyson in “Overtaken,” Alphabet City 7 (“Social Insecurity”), 2000, 68-79.
*** In In the Event: Reading Journalism, Reading Theory, I propose that “the photographic image takes place in the mode of a pledge: Everything may be preserved for history. But if what is preserved is in the process of disappearing, perhaps what is kept is only the promise” (Stanford UP, 1999, 3).