Noam Chomsky & the Ecstasy of the Occupy Movement.

Via Shyam Dodge
on Oct 26, 2011
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Protest March Occupy Boston 10/22


Where: Occupy Boston, Dewey Square

When: 6pm, 10/22

Alighting from the train at South Station I went in search of Dewey Square, the headquarters for Occupy Boston.

As I lean over to my left to ask for some local guidance (my phone’s GPS still recovering from the subterranean depths of the T system) I’m confronted with the withered face of Noam Chomsky, the very reason for my coming this October evening.

Standing on the street corner, the old radical smiles and kindly nods, noting the recognition in my own face. He is wearing a green parka, his spectacles opalescent in the growing dusk, and a pair of gnarled tennis shoes gripping the already bitterly cold concrete. He is surprisingly quick on his feet as we walk in unison into the throngs of Dewey Square. Chomsky evades recognition for quite some time as we weave through the crowd until a tall woman in a poncho barricades the way, displaying a large tin casserole pan filled with homemade chocolate chip cookies. “Dr. Chomsky, can I offer you some food?” The old academic peers into the tray, daintily selects a cookie, and says, “Why, thank you.” And then the chant begins: Let’s go Chomsky! Let’s go Chomsky! Echoing the sports history of this New England town (elide ‘Chomsky,’ replacing it with your choice of athletic team). The reverberation of this chant is so raw, so loud, with over a thousand voices in shared intonation that the most primitive stems of my nervous system begin to vibrate. I can’t help but smile at this strange inversion, the hierarchy of reverence so radically flipped. When did academics start getting receptions like this?


A portrait of Noam Chomsky in Vancouver Canada.
The Academic


It is assumed that I am one of Chomsky’s aides (to the best of my knowledge I think he came alone) and I am ushered in behind him as people part to allow him access to the stage. This lands me in a prime spot to witness both the lecturer and the “Occupants.” But Chomsky is bound to disappoint such eruptions, the swaying chant, this trance of unison. He is not a protest orator, a pugilistic rhetor. He is a philosopher. A thoughtful critic. And so he begins slowly, methodically. His style is so monotone that even with the PA system many people don’t even register that he has begun. Once they do realize that the man they have been chanting to, the god they have anticipated, actually intends to educate rather than incite, quite a few of them leave, their heads bowed both in shame and disappointment. There is also the problem of instrument. Chomsky is old, his vocal cords more like paper than ligature of tough tendon. He cannot scream into the microphone the way some of the younger radicals can. To listen to him, among these thousands, requires a profound inner quiet. Unlike the ‘human microphone’ so lauded in the Occupy Movement listening to the electrically amplified voice of Chomsky is, if we dare contradict McLuhan, a hot experience but a cold medium. Again we turn to the difference between the rhetor and the philosopher.


To chant, to repeat in unison, the words of an orator, is a white-hot medium. It can give the illusion of internal warmth. But true thought is bypassed, actually suppressed, by the radical hormones of the chant. This is Plato all over again. The swaying-chanting crowd is ecstasy. The etymology of ecstasy is the Greek ek-stasis, which means to stand outside oneself. It is the desire for transcendence. The root of this desire is to escape our own interiority, to be outside oneself—to experience the sensation of being a subject to something other than our own minds. The crowd then is incessantly pressing towards ecstasy—that feeling of belonging to something larger than themselves.


Raphael's Plato


I feel like it’s the late sixties again, full of that weird mixture of despair, anger, and audacious optimism. But, like the baby boomers, it is most likely a moment of a movement and not a revolution. Glory to those caught in the moment of elation, that feeling of being part of something large and meaningful, the warmth of idealistic humans congregating in the streets for a cause much greater than self interest (that feeling of transcendence, of being a subject to something outside of your own skull-sized kingdom), and the nights of Dewey Square community. But if you’re not in that moment, in that visceral feeling of the movement, then, as a spectator, we can see the limitations of ecstasy. Trance is necessary. Trance is human and organic. But change requires something more than feelings of ecstatic unity. It requires education.


And this is what is unique about the Occupy Movement: they have begun to see the necessity of education. In Dewey Square everyday there is a teach-in. It is the Howard Zinn Memorial Lecture Series, part of the Free School University. Mimicking the philosophy schools of old. Socrates entering the public squares in search of dialogue. How apropos then to have one of the few philosophers left, come and speak in his soft Socratic way here in Dewey Square. Agree with Chomsky or not, he is a philosopher. Hence, his reticence to elicit ecstasy over critical thinking.


Chomsky draws questions from the crowd. He speaks about apathy, passivity, consumption, and the distractions engendered by the total noise of culture and media. He talks about the birth of public relations as an industry of class control. We get into the nuances of economics, the genesis of our current condition. We traverse history, ecology, technology and protest.


Protest Anti-violence



Chomsky quotes Marx (Republicans have your field day): The task is not just to understand the world but to change it. He adds, “If you want to change the world in a constructive direction, you gotta try to understand it first.” But here is the moment of nuance. Chomsky admonishes passivity. “Learning,” he says, “is active participation.” It is not passive listening, it is not being a parrot that simply regurgitates the words of another. It is cooperation, learning to both listen and respond.


The Occupy Movement can, in its best moments, be a university. A moment in time where people relearn democracy, organization, dialogue, and the logic of activism. The big changes will take sustained effort. It will take planning. It will take learning from all of our mistakes. It will require the fortitude and strength to keep our optimism alive while our ideals are crushed. It will take something more than ecstasy. It will take the education of experience. This education demands that we stay firmly within our own bodies. It will ask us to stand in our own two feet. Because the escape into ecstasy is simply another substitute for the total noise of media, spin, and a consumer culture addicted to self-distraction—anything to dislocate from our already disowned selves. To truly “Occupy” will require a reclaiming of our selves, to live in our own skin once again. To be truly a part of the whole (whatever symbolic percentage you apply, re 99%) first requires the healing of this rupture, this inner divorce.


Chomsky began his talk in a whisper and he does not end in a roar. In fact, the ending is a slow diminishment of the whisper. So slow that we are stranded in a deep sea of silence, a pause. In this solitary space amidst the crowd there is not a feeling of transcendence but a sensation of profound presence. The air is thick. We are actively participating in this moment, and that is the movement.




About Shyam Dodge

Shyam Dodge is a former Hindu monk, author, and satirist. He is currently a student of religion at Harvard University. His memoir, Wet Hot and Wild American Yogi, enjoys a cult following in the United States and Europe, both for its enduring controversy and irreverence. His collection of sacred stories, Sweetened Condensed Milk, remains a part of the curriculum in the philosophy portion of many yoga teacher trainings worldwide. You can find his books here: Author Website:


25 Responses to “Noam Chomsky & the Ecstasy of the Occupy Movement.”

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  2. yogijulian says:

    lucid and beautiful – such an important and nuanced distinction i hear you making. wow!

  3. Carol Horton says:

    Great post. Beautifully written and communicating critical ideas. Loved it. Thanks.

  4. Chris Lemig says:

    Thank you.

  5. yoga-adan says:

    descriptively written to make me almost be there!

    and then wrap it up in that second to last paragraph, wow, nicely done!

    even if i didn't agree with most everything you said 😉

  6. Chelsea says:

    Refreshingly good writing and reporting. I was expecting a commentary from Noam Chomsky but was pleasantly surprised at what this article was instead. Thanks very much for your words, Shyam.

  7. Wow Chelsea! Thank you for the kind words.

  8. Thank you for the encouraging words. I'd love to hear your thoughts!

  9. That's what I think to myself after every single one of your articles:)

  10. cameliaelias says:

    Shyam, I enjoyed this very much. I found the idea of the necessary inner divorce powerful, as it makes you wonder how we can conceptualize territorially openness – which any occupation is dependent on, however forced or willing the opening may be. Can we siege a split? If I follow the movement in your essay, I can say that I’m intrigued by your juxtaposition of vertical frames with flat frames. There’s something alluring in the idea that we can now move away from crushed ideals to a space where flattening is not possible anymore. Thanks for allowing us to think with you, and in such beautiful language too.

  11. alycecd says:

    First of all I love that you fortuitously ran into Noam on the way, when turning to ask for directions. As Bill Kautz used to say, “there are no coincidences.” I can picture you two walking to Dewey Square together – the old and the young philosopher. It is also totally Thurberesque that you are mistaken for his aide and ushered on to the stage with him.
    Then come the insights intertwined with descriptions as the event unfolds. I got a sense of what it was like to be there, listening to Chomsky, and to the questions of the crowd.
    Its really cool to have a firsthand report of an event from the frontlines of the Occupy movement. And no one else has really brought home what is going on in terms of education on the street. This is exciting, alive.
    Thank you Shyam, for showing up and truly being present, and for this well-written article.

  12. Do you know the linked poem(s) by Basho and his host?

    Let my name
    be "Traveler";
    first rains.

    May you have camellia flowers
    As shelter, night after night

    I can't help but think of it every time I see your name come up 🙂

  13. Your words are too kind. I love the Thurber reference! Makes me want to reread: my life and hard times.


  14. Robert says:

    Remarkable piece. And, the delivery is masterful. Painting with words. Such a nice rea.. Impressed with your artistry.

  15. Thank you Robert. That's a high compliment coming from you.

  16. I said to the wanting-creature inside me:
    What is this river you want to cross?
    There are no travelers on the river-road, and no road.

    Do you see anyone moving about on that bank, or nesting?
    There is no river at all, and no boat, and no boatman.
    There is no tow rope either, and no one to pull it.
    There is no ground, no sky, no time, no bank, no ford!

    Do you believe there is some place that will make the soul less thirsty?
    In that great absence you will find nothing.

    Be strong then, and enter into your own body; there you have a solid place for your feet. Think about it carefully! Don't go off somewhere else!

    Kabir says this: just throw away all thoughts of imaginary things, and stand firm in that which you are.

    -Kabir (Version by Robert Bly)

  17. MBVECO says:

    You can listen to Chomsky's talk to Occupy Boston here:

  18. 🙂 adan, if I follow your thought correctly I think we are making similar critiques. Thank you for your reply.

  19. yoga-adan says:

    you bet 😉

  20. Dearbhla says:

    Great article Shyam. A minor point: Chomsky is not one of the few philosophers left. There are many, many philosophers, many of them actively engaging issues of relevance to society as a whole, like the Occupy Movement.

    I'm glad that you mention Chomsky's point that philosophy is an ACTIVITY. It is a dialogical pursuit that it is actively involved with the wider world. And, I love that you address the importance of critical thinking in order for change to happen.
    Nice one!

  21. Thank you for the insights Dearbhla. Always nice to engage with you online. I look forward to further discussion.


  22. Shyam Dodge says:

    Thank you. Your comment is much appreciate!

  23. Mark Ledbetter says:

    Just came across this in my search for earlier Shyam articles. Very nicely done! What an evocative piece of writing on the old philosopher (being a politically-minded linguist myself, if much less talented,I have some affinity for the guy, but never before have a gotten a sense of the man himself). And into the bargain, an evocative piece on the writer himself, a young guy with a life of amazing coincidences bumping up against another, and a description that moment in Dewey Park.

    Oh yeah, the reason I was searching Shyam was to leave a recommendation for his book. Chomsky would approve, I think, a bit of democratic and spontaneous Public Relations outside the P.R. machine he sees controlling our lives. Here t'is:

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