Jesus is a riff and u can’t touch it


“Everyone knows Jesus: he is the most painted figure in all of world art, identifiable everywhere,” states Joan Taylor in What Did Jesus Look Like?[i] The image of Jesus is art historically interesting because unlike other historical figures, Jesus needs no symbol in his hand nor by his side; it’s his very face that viewers recognize. The most salient features of this countenance become fixed from the sixth century onwards: the almond-shaped eyes, the high cheekbones, the slim face.

Gilles Deleuze and Felix Guattari draw on this art-historical fact in their philosophical analysis of “faciality.” The face of Jesus Christ, they argue, is the face with which we compare all other faces. Moreover, they hold, the Christ image—which has become the face of faces—embodies goodness, whiteness, and maleness, inseparably; it is the face of the Good White Man himself.[ii] In other words, according to Deleuze and Guattari, the face of Christ is the very basis for the universalization of white maleness as good.

Not only does the face of Christ instigate this particular ideal; it serves as a ground for the notion of the ideal as such. It grounds the Christian logic of representation according to which there is one origin, one original, one truth, followed by an endless row of copies, wannabes, fakes, and misfits. One ideal Man, one ideal Woman, one ideal Life—and the rest are copycats at best. The face of Jesus, Deleuze and Guattari argue, grounds the very idea that there is an original and that all is else is deviation, which still permeates our societies.

This pervasive prejudice in favor of originals over copies shapes our expectations about normality, love, the first kiss, sex, fine arts, and kitsch. It’s there in our expectation of a normal life—free from illness, free from pandemics—and in our idea of the post-pandemic possibility of going back to normal—as if there’s such a state to return to. As if everything isn’t different now. As if creation and creativity are not dependent upon breaking free from such origins.

The representational Christian logic by which the unique original is favored over subsequent “copies” reaches beyond Christian imagery, manifesting more broadly in the elevation of the original work of art, and the original artist—an aspect of the art world logic that Walter Benjamin traces back to the ritual origin of art.[iii] The original artist and the original artwork are elevated at the expense of copies, fakes, and wannabes, while fine art is elevated at the expense of kitsch and "trashy" art.  

My contribution to the Noli Me  Tangere project consists of a video, a transcript, and the introduction you’re now reading. Entitled Jesus is a riff and u can’t touch it, the piece at once plays with and critiques the Christian logic of representation by engaging John 20:17. The contribution suggests that the fact that Jesus appears to Mary after his death not under his original, recognizable aspect, but as what could be described as a bad copy, exposes a crack at the very heart of the Gospel, a crack in the binding of Christian origin to truth. In the video, that crack is mirrored in a narrative emerging not from white fine art, but from "cheap," popular, bestselling rap music: the story about the riff that brought rap artist MC Hammer to fame.

The point of this piece is not to affirm the Christian origin, the Christ original, once again, but to depict how the oppressive power of the representational logic is outlived by the force of the riff, the repetition of difference, and the constant re/creation of reality and of relationships. What will likely stay with the listener after watching the three-and-a-half-minute video is not the abstract theological reasoning, but the riff itself, which worms its way into the mind/body. Similarly, the film suggests that the liberating force of Jesus comes not in the repetition of the same—the many reproductions of his white male face or the dogmatic repetitions of the meaning of his death and resurrection—but in the way in which Jesus stories through history and into the present moment function in their very multiplicity like riffs, as a force that breaks with oppression.

Enacting this critique of Christian representation, Jesus is a riff and u can’t touch it breaks copyright laws in its use of imagery and music—laws that are based on a capitalist implementation of the very representational logic of having, holding, and remaining that this piece addresses. This means that the video will likely be removed by YouTube. The riff, however, will always live on.



Some think Christian faith is all about the original truth, the orthodoxy, the origin, the norm, the natural, about returning to some God-given normality.

As if that’s where creation happens, as if that’s where death turns to life.

But let me tell you something about Jesus and Mary Magdalene, through MC Hammer, Rick James and Alonzo Miller. Because when MC Hammer’s "U Can’t Touch This" entered the Billboard charts, Rick James got furious. The hit that appeared as the work of the guy who managed to get away with combining harem pants with bling-bling and schoolboy glasses, wasn’t what it seemed. The riff was stolen from Rick James’ Super Freak. MC Hammer was no original. The magic touch, the self-appointed untouchable MC, the magic u can’t touch was nothing but low culture par excellence, in other words: it was FAKE.

Rick’s riff, the beat and tune his hands knew so well, the notes his fingers remembered. It was his fingers that had given it the creative touch, his were the fingers that created the original. Was someone else allowed to touch it? As if it was his, Hammer’s, him caressing the tune with his fake gold ring fingers?

Mary doesn’t recognize Jesus at first. When coming out of the grave he doesn’t appear as the original, as the real thing. And when Mary understands that it is him nonetheless, just a new version, he says she can’t touch him. U can’t touch this. The body she is so used to caressing, that her fingers know so well. The body whose motions her body remembers. Don’t touch me, noli me tangere, you can’t touch this, you can’t grasp this, you can’t hold this. Whatever my body is, whatever I am. U can’t touch this.

Beneath grave dust, mouth cloth and bandage. U can’t touch this. I’m not yours to keep, yours to hold, not if you won’t let me move on, change, appear in new versions. “Don’t ask me who I am and do not ask me to remain the same”.

The song wasn’t Rick's either, he had cowritten it with Alonzo Miller. He, in turn, can hardly be found these days. His imprint is the riff, no more. U can’t touch this.

What’s an original? What’s the original? What is touch beyond the mouthpiece world? What is going back to normal? As if going back was ever an option—resurrecting the original, praising the original author, artist, prophet, lover? Going back to the original life, the natural man, woman, nature state, divine state. Going back to the world our fingers knew so well, the motions, the touch. Naah, don’t fool yourself. It’s just not there anymore, it never was. U can’t touch this. Because reality, creation, life is what moves on.

Life is a riff.

Jesus is not an original, there is no original Jesus. Jesus is what appears as Jesus. Constantly recreated, constantly recreating.

Jesus is a riff and so are we.

We’re fake and we’re proud, just like Jesus (and MC Hammer). Noli me tangere, u can’t touch this.

Don’t ask us who we are and don’t ask us to remain the same. Let the riff be passed on, along with the move, the motion, the Jesuses, the Marys, our bodies, ourselves. Let us move on.

U can’t touch this.

 [i] Joan E. Taylor, What did Jesus look like? (London: Bloomsbury t&t clark, 2018), 1. 
[ii] Gilles Deleuze and Felix Guattari, A Thousand Plateaus: Capitalism & Schizophrenia, övers. Brian Massumi (London: The Athlone Press, 1999), 177. 
[iii] Benjamin, Walter, “The Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction”, Illuminations, ed. Hannah Arendt, trans. Harry Zohn (New York: Schocken, 1969), 6.


 

Petra Carlsson Redell is Associate Professor of Systematic Theology at Stockholm School of Theology, Sweden. Her work focuses on continental philosophy, art, radical theology and social and ecological activism. She is the author of Avantgarde Art and Radical Material Theology: A Manifesto (Routledge, 2020) and Foucault, Art and Radical Theology: A Mystery of Things (Routledge, 2018) and experiments with alternative theological expressions in her channels on YouTube and TikTok and as co-host of War Machine podcast.
Our project takes the words spoken by Jesus to Mary Magdalene in the garden after she discovers his empty tomb — noli me tangere (“touch me not”) — as a provocation for reflection on the COVID-19 pandemic, and on other pandemics, viral and social, that engulf us.