Why do we stand amazed before the assumed properties of the black holes of outer space? Aren’t all of our puncta of observation and all of our quanta of actions simply black holes of scientific thought? These are the black dots of the line wherein begin and end our rational representations. As Bachelard slyly…
“global village”
now becomes disturbing.
Instantaneous military presence,
pure speed,
exhaustion of the world,
geocide.
The twilight of places…
What about the rhythms of daily life,
the cosmic rhythms?
Speed paralyzes us.
Go faster, but where?
Everything is moving,
but nothing is changing.
It still takes a child 20 years to develop,
and 3 hours to digest a meal,
—but there is no future.
Each time speed of movement increases,
control and traceability increase the same amount.
We are now submerged
by ubiquitous commerce,
the spectacle,
repetition and shock.
Public space crumbles,
is replaced by networks of communication.
The counterpoint of the worst,
of peril,
is the imperative of rescue,
the shelter that saves,
the church as a ark and refuge
It is not a question of denying progress
but dealing with it’s negativity.
There is no substance without accident
and no accident without substance.
(taken from LOST DIMENSION originally published in 1984)
If you have visited this blog to any extent you are aware that I am taken with the work of Paul Virilio. It seems to me that his work can be a lifeline of understanding, and perhaps a entre to applying CPR in the context of disintegration of institutions here in the West
Some quotes from The Administration of Fear, –a meditation on technology, globalization, mass communication, and fear. The earth is shrinking and space is dwindling, compressed by instantaneous time. Carried along by the headlong rush of an increasingly accelerated world, all we can do is manage and administer this fear instead of deal with it…
Browsing porn sites every day? Smoking pot because life is boring? Does a day pass without fondling your TV remote? We are a binge drinking generation, the children of alcoholics. Obsessing over our own reflection, soaking the mirror in attention–self devoted. The emotional healing that each needs exists within each one of us. We…
Some things are unsayable. and Some things sayable,–are best left unsaid. “Whereof we cannot speak, thereof we must be silent.” Ludwig Wittgenstein Tractatus 7.1
As we are now the products of earlier generations, we are also the products of their aberrations, passions, mistakes, and even crimes. It is impossible to loose oneself from this chain entirely. When we condemn that confusion and consider ourselves released from it, then we have not overcome the fact that we are derived…
