ABSTRACT
But so things go: Gramsci did become a monument, a classic – and, of all things, a classic of “ideas” rather than of praxis. Like all classics, Gramsci started telling us so many new things at every reading, that in the end his very name became a formula, an empty signifier, good to decorate arguments on virtually anything, from hegemony and subalternity, to the most reactionary of right-wing causes (on this, see Kranenburg 1999; Zipin 2003; Diggins 1988).
