Non-Time and Hauntology

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Re: Non-Time and Hauntology

Postby hanshan » Tue Aug 23, 2011 4:54 pm

tazmic wrote:"Are our mobile phones ‘electro-libidinal parasites’?"

Based on a talk by Mark Fisher at Virtual Futures 2.0'11 (audio available)

NO TIME

"Looking back ten or 15 years ago, who cared about constant communication apart from teenagers? Who has got control of time, and how have they got control of it? Fisher believes that our mobile phones are ‘communicational parasites with a very low-level jouissance’; they are capable of tainting all other levels of enjoyment with their constant pull on our attention. ‘Why are we so ready to accept the story that technology delivers modernity, when actually... it’s pretty clear from the last decade alone that changes in technology aren’t enough on their own to deliver new culture?’ he asks."


An interesting observation. Not having or using said devices & having ample
opportunity to observe exactly what he describes, think it becomes even more
insidious, just below the surface. It seems the constant microwave bombardment
is eroding/damaging brain cells, changing brain structure, & actively impeding any ability to think,
let alone create culture.

some select quotes:
‘What I’ve noticed over the last few months is a growing sense of a kind of digital communicative malaise; a sense that we’re deep into this stuff and that we didn’t necessarily know what we were getting into. It’s like we’re the subject of an experiment which no-one is consciously really conducting,’ says Fisher.

‘Why are we so ready to accept the story that technology delivers modernity, when actually... it’s pretty clear from the last decade alone that changes in technology aren’t enough on their own to deliver new culture?’ he asks.

The alternatives of the nineties have faded, and the ‘dark capitalism’ predicted by Nick Land, is nowhere to be seen – instead we have a ‘banal capitalism’ dominated by the ‘neuroticising mechanisms of social media’.



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Re: Non-Time and Hauntology

Postby Wombaticus Rex » Tue Aug 23, 2011 5:23 pm

^^One of the most impressive human beings I know will come home from his job, which involves constant communication and travel, and he will put his phone and laptop into a metal briefcase and slide that into a safe in his garage. That safe remains locked until he needs to leave home again. Nobody reaches him without driving up the mountain otherwise.
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Re: Non-Time and Hauntology

Postby 8bitagent » Thu Sep 01, 2011 3:43 pm

Wanted to say how brilliantly this thread dovetails with Jeff's new blog post
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Re: Non-Time and Hauntology

Postby kelley » Tue Jan 31, 2012 2:23 pm

i'll leave it to RI to decide:

http://www.vanityfair.com/style/2012/01 ... yle-201201

lazy middlebrow rehash or borderline plagiarism? a handy definition of hauntology for the 1%?

i was shocked to have read this piece with no acknowledgement of its contemporary sources in fisher, reynolds, et al.
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Re: Non-Time and Hauntology

Postby IanEye » Tue Jan 31, 2012 4:49 pm

kelley wrote:lazy middlebrow rehash or borderline plagiarism? a handy definition of hauntology for the 1%?



the Vanity Fair article is referenced here.
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Re: Non-Time and Hauntology

Postby JackRiddler » Wed Jan 02, 2013 10:50 pm

I have a sense this thread never gets there and never goes away.

http://www.rigorousintuition.ca/board2/ ... 26#p487826
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Re: Non-Time and Hauntology

Postby tazmic » Thu Jan 03, 2013 11:40 am

The book begins with a sort of prologue:

We are in virtual time now. 2012

0(rphan)d(rift>) saw 2012 as the year in which a number of critical historical phase-changes would arrive – but then the book's a collective expression of a number of different viewpoints. For Nick Land, 2012 would be the onset of the next K-wave winter, the Kondriatev socioeconomic supercycle that suggested both a deep cyclical global recession and an end to the current post-industrial phase of technological innovation. Nick thought this would manifest itself in a global shift of power from West to East, and would come about through the hyperacceleration of zombie capitalism, which he welcomed as the only possible solution to capitalism's chaotic inequities – and it does seem now as though capitalism is gorging itself to the point of economic bulimia. For Maggie Roberts, the driving force behind 0(rphan)d(rift>), 2012 had the additional significance of an eschatological endpoint in Mayan history, the mystical "timewave zero" that accorded with the singularity identified in Terence McKenna's interpretation of the I Ching; and that, at the same time, accorded with Nick Land's entirely rationalist analysis of economic supercycles.

The actual date 2012 never had the same socioeconomic or mystical significance for me, though needless to say, it looks like I was wrong to discount it. Maybe economic power hasn't shifted to the Pacific Rim alone, but it's certainly moving away from Europe and the USA towards some of the BRIC countries. In the meanwhile, Nick's notion of "compression thresholds normed to an intensive logistic curve: 1500, 1756, 1948, 1980, 1996, 2004, 20~, 2010, 2011, ...", seems rather more compelling now than it did in 1995, despite the binary-countdown contrivance. The last three years have seen an ever-increasing number of micro flash-crashes caused by HFT (High Frequency Trading) algorithms to the point where, over the last few months, they're happening almost every day. If the ecology of market trading is shifting from a human-to-human system supported by machines, to a solely machine-to-machine system in which trading happens at a speed far faster than human reaction times – and that's exactly what's happened, this year, in 2012 - then Cyberpositive's vision of sudden economic meltdown caused by the hyperacceleration of machinic desire isn't so far off the mark. "Nothing human makes it out of the near future", indeed.

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If society is becoming more Ballardian, it's only because Ballard observed a metatendency of social engineering, architecture, technology, marketing and politics to merge in a schizophrenizing assault upon the human, and then extrapolated from this metatendency to its logical extremes in his fictions. It's difficult to read the interviews in Extreme Metaphors and not recognize in Ballard's prognoses the 'soft fascism' of the society we live in today. Democracy as an inconveniently populist system to be 'gamed', manipulated and navigated by means of technology and psychological influence via the media; politics as a branch of advertising; journalism as a staged performance of revelation and audience reaction; neuroleptic consumerism as the principal occupation of our leisure time; and a vast emigration away from the social, from community and work, towards an isolated internal space of mediated narcissism. 'Social media' are precisely about this – far from being about 'sharing', they promote the performance of ersatz multiple personalities – but then maybe that's still a viable, albeit schizophrenic, way to cope with the stylized fictions that comprise our experience of the communications landscape. It's exactly this kind of question that Ballard dealt with in his fictions: should we retreat from these psychopathologies? Or should we immerse ourselves in them, accelerate them to breaking point?
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Re: Non-Time and Hauntology

Postby kelley » Tue Jul 02, 2013 5:48 am

mark fisher returns to the fray with a contribution to the emergence of an 'accelerationist' aesthetics. the online journal e-flux has devoted its current issue #46 to this topic. fisher's writing here is deeply rooted in the post-soixantehuitard moment that births neoliberalism; his take on the family and an imagination of the social future is well worth considering. this is a wide-ranging essay, obviously written in the wake of margaret thatcher's demise, and maybe 'accelerationism' in general deserves its own thread.

will also post this in the companion 'socially observable time' thread.


http://www.e-flux.com/journal/“a-social-and-psychic-revolution-of-almost-inconceivable-magnitude”-popular-culture’s-interrupted-accelerationist-dreams/


Mark Fisher

“A social and psychic revolution of almost inconceivable magnitude”: Popular Culture’s Interrupted Accelerationist Dreams


We live in a moment of profound cultural deceleration. The first two decades of the current century have so far been marked by an extraordinary sense of inertia, repetition, and retrospection, uncannily in keeping with the prophetic analyses of postmodern culture that Fredric Jameson began to develop in the 1980s. Tune the radio to the station playing the most contemporary music, and you will not encounter anything that you couldn’t have heard in the 1990s. Jameson’s claim that postmodernism was the cultural logic of late capitalism now stands as an ominous portent of the (non)future of capitalist cultural production: both politically and aesthetically, it seems that we can now only expect more of the same, forever.

At least for the moment, it seems that the financial crisis of 2008 has strengthened the power of capital. The austerity programs implemented with such rapidity in the wake of the financial crisis have seen an intensification—rather than a disappearance or dilution—of neoliberalism. The crisis may have deprived neoliberalism of its legitimacy, but that has only served to show that, in the lack of any effective counterforce, capitalist power can now proceed without the need for legitimacy: neoliberal ideas are like the litany of a religion whose social power has outlived the believers’ capacity for faith. Neoliberalism is dead, but it carries on. The outbursts of militancy in 2011 have done little to disrupt the widespread sense that the only changes will be for the worse.

As a way into what might be at stake in the concept of aesthetic accelerationism, it might be worth contrasting the dominant mood of our times with the affective tone of an earlier period. In her 1979 essay “The Family: Love It or Leave It,” the late music and cultural critic Ellen Willis noted that the counterculture’s desire to replace the family with a system of collective child-rearing would have entailed “a social and psychic revolution of almost inconceivable magnitude.” It’s very difficult, in our deflated times, to re-create the counterculture’s confidence that such a “social and psychic revolution” could not only happen, but was already in the process of unfolding. Like many of her generation, Willis’s life was shaped by first being swept up by these hopes, then seeing them gradually wither as the forces of reaction regained control of history. There’s probably no better account of the Sixties counterculture’s retreat from Promethean ambition into self-destruction, resignation, and pragmatism than Willis’s collection of essays Beginning To See The Light. The Sixties counterculture might now have been reduced to a series of “iconic”—overfamiliar, endlessly circulated, dehistoricized—aesthetic relics, stripped of political content, but Willis’s work stands as a painful reminder of leftist failure. As Willis makes clear in her introduction to Beginning To See The Light, she frequently found herself at odds with what she experienced as the authoritarianism and statism of mainstream socialism. While the music she listened to spoke of freedom, socialism seemed to be about centralization and state control. The story of how the counterculture was co-opted by the neoliberal Right is now a familiar one, but the other side of this narrative is the Left’s incapacity to transform itself in the face of the new forms of desire to which the counterculture gave voice.

The idea that the “Sixties led to neoliberalism” is complicated by the emphasis on the challenge to the family. For it then becomes clear that the Right did not absorb countercultural currents and energies without remainder. The conversion of countercultural rebellion into consumer capitalist pleasures necessarily misses the counterculture’s ambition to do away with the institutions of bourgeois society: an ambition which, from the perspective of the new “realism” that the Right has successfully imposed, looks naive and hopeless.

The counterculture’s politics were anticapitalist, Willis argues, but this did not entail a straightforward rejection of everything produced in the capitalist field. Certainly, pleasure and individualism were important to what Willis characterizes as her “quarrel with the left,” yet the desire to do away with the family could not be construed in these terms alone; it was inevitably also a matter of new and unprecedented forms of collective (but non-statist) organization. Willis’s “polemic against standard leftist notions about advanced capitalism” rejected as at best only half-true the ideas “that the consumer economy makes us slave to commodities, that the function of the mass media is to manipulate our fantasies, so we will equate fulfilment with buying the system’s commodities.” Popular culture—and music culture in particular—was a terrain of struggle rather than a dominion of capital. The relationship between aesthetic forms and politics was unstable and inchoate—culture didn’t just “express” already existing political positions, it also anticipated a politics-to-come (which was also, too often, a politics that never actually arrived).

Music culture’s role as one of the engines of cultural acceleration from the late ‘50s through to 2000 had to do with its capacity to synthesize diverse cultural energies, tropes, and forms, as much as any specific feature of music itself. From the late ‘50s onward, music culture became the zone where drugs, new technologies, (science) fictions, and social movements could combine to produce dreamings—suggestive glimmers of worlds radically different from the actually existing social order. (The rise of the Right’s “realism” entailed not only the destruction of particular kinds of dreaming, but the very suppression of the dreaming function of popular culture itself.) For a moment, a space of autonomy opened up, right in the heart of commercial music, for musicians to explore and experiment. In this period, popular music culture was defined by a tension between the (usually) incompatible desires and imperatives of artists, audiences, and capital. Commodification was not the point at which this tension would always and inevitably be resolved in favour of capital; rather, commodities could themselves be the means by which rebellious currents could propagate: “The mass media helped to spread rebellion, and the system obligingly marketed products that encouraged it, for the simple reason that there was money to be made from rebels who were also consumers. On one level the sixties revolt was an impressive illustration of Lenin’s remark that the capitalist will sell you the rope to hang him with.” This now looks rather quaintly optimistic, since, as we all know, it wasn’t the capitalist who ended up hanged. The marketing of rebellion became more about the triumph of marketing than of rebellion. The neoliberal Right’s coup consisted in individualizing the desires that the counterculture had opened up, then laying claim to the new libidinal terrain. The rise of the new Right was premised on the repudiation of the idea that life, work, and reproduction could be collectively transformed—now, capital would be the only agent of transformation. But the retreat of any serious challenge to the family is a reminder that the mood of reaction that has grown since the 1980s was not only about the restoration of some narrowly defined economic power: it was also about the return—at the level of ideology, if not necessarily of empirical fact—of social and cultural institutions that it had seemed possible to eliminate in the 1960s.

In her 1979 essay, Willis insists that the return of familialism was central to the rise of the new Right, which was just about to be confirmed in grand style with the election of Ronald Reagan in the US and Margaret Thatcher in the UK. “If there is one cultural trend that has defined the seventies,” Willis wrote, “it is the aggressive resurgence of family chauvinism.” For Willis, perhaps the most disturbing signs of this new conservatism was the embrace of the family by elements of the Left, a trend reinforced by the tendency for former adherents of the counterculture (including herself) to (re)turn to the family out of mixture of exhaustion and defeatism. “I’ve fought, I’ve paid my dues, I’m tired of being marginal. I want in!”7Impatience—the desire for a sudden, total, and irrevocable change, for the end of the family within a generation—gave way to a bitter resignation when that (inevitably) failed to happen.

Here we can turn to the vexed question of accelerationism. I want to situate accelerationism not as some heretical form of Marxism, but as an attempt to converge with, intensify, and politicize the most challenging and exploratory dimensions of popular culture. Willis’s desire for “a social and psychic revolution of almost inconceivable magnitude” and her “quarrel with the left” over desire and freedom can provide a different way into thinking what is at stake in this much misunderstood concept. A certain, perhaps now dominant, take on accelerationism has it that the position amounts to a cheerleading for the intensification of any capitalist process whatsoever, particularly the “worst,” in the hope that this will bring the system to a point of terminal crisis. (One example of this would be the idea that voting for Reagan and Thatcher in the ‘80s was the most effective revolutionary strategy, since their policies would supposedly lead to insurrection). This formulation, however, is question-begging in that it assumes what accelerationism rejects—the idea that everything produced “under” capitalism fully belongs to capitalism. By contrast, accelerationism maintains that there are desires and processes which capitalism gives rise to and feeds upon, but which it cannot contain; and it is the acceleration of these processes that will push capitalism beyond its limits. Accelerationism is also the conviction that the world desired by the Left is post-capitalist—that there is no possibility of a return to a pre-capitalist world and that there is no serious desire to return to such a world, even if we could.

The accelerationist gambit depends on a certain understanding of capitalism, best articulated by Deleuze and Guattari in Anti-Oedipus (a text which, not coincidentally, emerged in the wake of the counterculture). In Anti-Oedipus’s famous formulation, capitalism is defined by its tendency to decode/deterritorialize at the same time as it recodes/reterritorializes. On the one hand, capitalism dismantles all existing social and cultural structures, norms, and models of the sacred; on the other, it revives any number of apparently atavistic formations (tribal identities, religions, dynastic power …) :

""The social axiomatic of modern societies is caught between two poles, and is constantly oscillating from one pole to the other … [T]hese societies are caught between the Urstaat that they would like to resuscitate as an overcoding and reterritorializing unity, and the unfettered flows that carry them toward an absolute threshold. They recode with all their might, with world-wide dictatorship, local dictators, and an all-powerful police, while decoding—or allowing the decoding of—the fluent quantities of their capital and their populations. They are torn in two directions: archaism and futurism, neoarchaism and ex-futurism, paranoia and schizophrenia.

This description uncannily captures the way that capitalist culture has developed since the 1970s, with amoral neoliberal deregulation pursuing a project to desacralize and commodify without limits, supplemented by an explicitly moralizing neoconservatism which seeks to revive and shore up older traditions and institutions. On the level of propositional content, these futurisms and neoarchaisms contradict one another, but so what?

The death of a social machine has never been heralded by a disharmony or a dysfunction; on the contrary, social machines make a habit of feeding on the contradictions they give rise to, on the crises they provoke, on the anxieties they engender, and on the infernal operations they regenerate. Capitalism has learned this, and has ceased doubting itself, while even socialists have abandoned belief in the possibility of capitalism’s natural death by attrition. No one has ever died from contradictions.

If capitalism is defined as the tension between deterritorialization and reterritorialization, then it follows that one way (perhaps the only way) of surpassing capitalism would be to remove the reterritorializing shock absorbers. Hence the notorious passage in Anti-Oedipus, which might serve as the epigraph for accelerationism:

So what is the solution? Which is the revolutionary path? … But which is the revolutionary path? Is there one?—To withdraw from the world market, as Samir Amin advises Third World countries to do, in a curious revival of the fascist “economic solution”? Or might it be to go in the opposite direction? To go still further, that is, in the movement of the market, of decoding and deterritorialization? For perhaps the flows are not yet de territorialized enough, not decoded enough, from the viewpoint of a theory and a practice of a highly schizophrenic character. Not to withdraw from the process, but to go further, to “accelerate the process,” as Nietzsche put it: in this matter, the truth is that we haven’t seen anything yet.

The passage is teasingly enigmatic—what do Deleuze and Guattari mean by associating “the movement of the market” with “decoding and deterritorialization”? Unfortunately, they do not elaborate, which has made it is easy for orthodox Marxists to situate this passage as a classic example of how ’68 led to neoliberal hegemony—one more left-wing capitulation to the logic of the new Right. This reading has been facilitated by the take-up of this passage in the 1990s for explicitly anti-Marxist ends by Nick Land. But what if we read this section of Anti-Oedipus not as a recanting of Marxism, but as a new model for what Marxism could be? Is it possible that what Deleuze and Guattari were outlining here was the kind of politics that Ellen Willis was calling for: a politics that was hostile to capital, but alive to desire; a politics that rejected all forms of the old world in favor of a “new earth”; a politics, that is, which demanded “a social and psychic revolution of almost inconceivable magnitude”?

One point of convergence between Willis and Deleuze and Guattari was their shared belief that the family was at the heart of the politics of reaction. For Deleuze and Guattari, it is perhaps the family, more than any other institution, that is the principal agency of capitalist reterritorialization: the family as a transcendental structure (“mummy-daddy-me”) provisionally secures identity amidst and against capital’s deliquescent tendencies, its propensity to melt down all preexisting certainties. It’s for just this reason, no doubt, that some leftists reach for the family as an antidote to, and escape from, capitalist meltdown—but this is to miss the way that capitalism relies upon the reterritorializing function of the family.

It’s no accident that Margaret Thatcher’s infamous claim that “there is no such thing as society, only individuals” had to be supplemented by “… and their families.” It is also significant that in Deleuze and Guattari, just as in other anti-psychiatric theorists such as R. D. Laing and David Cooper, the attack on the family was twinned with an attack on dominant forms of psychiatry and psychotherapy. Deleuze and Guattari’s critique of psychoanalysis is based on the way that it cuts off the individual from the wider social field, privatizing the origins of distress into the Oedipal “theatre” of family relations. They argue that psychoanalysis, rather than analyzing the way that capitalism performs this psychic privatization, merely repeats it. It’s notable, too, that anti-psychiatric struggles have receded just as surely as have struggles over the family: in order for the new Right’s reality system to be naturalized, it was necessary for these struggles, inextricable from the counterculture, to be not only defeated but effectively disappeared.

It’s worth pausing here to reflect on how far the Left is from confidently advocating the kind of revolution for which Deleuze and Guattari and Ellen Willis had hoped. Wendy Brown’s analysis of “left melancholy” at the end of the 1990s still painfully (and embarrassingly) captures the libidinal and ideological impasses in which the Left too often finds itself caught. Brown describes what is in effect an anti-acclerationist Left: a Left which, lacking any forward momentum or guiding vision of its own, is reduced to incompetently defending the relics of older compromise formations (social democracy, the New Deal) or deriving a tepid jouissance from its very failure to overcome capitalism. This is a Left which, very far from being on the side of the unimaginable and the unprecedented, takes refuge in the familiar and the traditional. “What emerges,” Brown writes,

"... is a Left that operates without either a deep and radical critique of the status quo or a compelling alternative to the existing order of things. But perhaps even more troubling, it is a Left that has become more attached to its impossibility than to its potential fruitfulness, a Left that is most at home dwelling not in hopefulness but in its own marginality and failure, a Left that is thus caught in a structure of melancholic attachment to a certain strain of its own dead past, whose spirit is ghostly, whose structure of desire is backward looking and punishing."

It was just this leftist tendency towards conservatism, retrenchment, and nostalgia that allowed Nick Land to bait the ‘90s Left with Anti-Oedipus, arguing that capital’s “creative destruction” was far more revolutionary than anything the Left was now capable of projecting.

This persistent melancholy has no doubt contributed to the Left’s failure to seize the initiative after the financial crisis of 2008. The crisis and its aftermath have so far vindicated Deleuze and Guattari’s view that “social machines make a habit of feeding on … the crises they provoke.” The continuing dominance of capital might have as much to with the failure of popular culture to generate new dreamings as it has to do with the inertial quality of official political positions and strategies. Where the leading edge popular culture of the twentieth century allowed all kinds of experimental rehearsals of what Hardt and Negri call the “monstrous, violent, and traumatic … revolutionary process of the abolition of identity,” the cultural resources for these kind of dismantlings of the self are now somewhat denuded. Michael Hardt has argued that “the positive content of communism, which corresponds to the abolition of private property, is the autonomous production of humanity—a new seeing, a new hearing, a new thinking, a new loving.” The kind of reconstruction of subjectivity and of cognitive categories that post-capitalism will entail is an aesthetic project as much as something that can be delivered by any kind of parliamentary and statist agent alone. Hardt refers to Foucault’s discussion of Marx’s phrase “man produces man.” The program that Foucault outlines in his gloss on this phrase is one that culture must recover if there is to be any hope of achieving the “social and psychic revolution of almost inconceivable magnitude” which popular culture once dreamt of:

The problem is not to recover our “lost” identity, to free our imprisoned nature, our deepest truth; but instead, the problem is to move towards something radically Other. The center, then, seems still to be found in Marx’s phrase: man produces man … For me, what must be produced is not man identical to himself, exactly as nature would have designed him or according to his essence; on the contrary, we must produce something that doesn’t yet exist and about which we cannot know how and what it will be.
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Norton Lectures, 1973, Harvard | Bernstein: the future of mu

Postby Allegro » Mon Aug 05, 2013 2:41 pm

Thank You, kelley, for once again adding an offering that makes one halt and back up for diligently distinguishing Mark Fisher’s finer points of view and references. Please look to see that I’m pointing to myself as a mostly naïve cultural historian.

Immediately below is the final paragraph from Mark Fisher’s piece, which I think musician, composer, orchestral conductor and musicologist, Leonard Bernstein, spoke about in terms of music’s evolution. For the purposes of this post, though, a reader might consider, or not, an hauntological orientation for music’s evolution. If you’re new to this topic, please refer to the first page of this thread. Thanks.
kelley » Tue Jul 02, 2013 4:48 am, posted, not wrote:The problem is not to recover our “lost” identity, to free our imprisoned nature, our deepest truth; but instead, the problem is to move towards something radically Other. The center, then, seems still to be found in Marx’s phrase: man produces man … For me, what must be produced is not man identical to himself, exactly as nature would have designed him or according to his essence; on the contrary, we must produce something that doesn’t yet exist and about which we cannot know how and what it will be.

I’ve transcribed for everyone Leonard Bernstein’s 1973 Norton Lectures farewell address, and while pondering it, I’ve wanted to think brainpanhandler’s inquiries have been stated much the same as I would have when considering particularly peculiar music compositions in Western cultures since early 20th century. I presume Bernstein was speaking to composers on behalf of their listeners, planet-wide: fwiw, that distinction came to mind as this poster was about to click Submit. Follows is the Bernstein video and its transcription.

    “…But my main problem, now, is that there are still summaries to be made, conclusions to be drawn, the present musical moment to be generalized upon, and the future to be guessed at. All of this is clearly impossible to achieve in the five minutes I’ve allotted myself for this farewell address. So, I must take a short cut.

http://youtu.be/raSGRE7jrpA
    “Let me condense my feelings into a sort of credo. I believe a great new era of eclecticism is at hand; eclecticism in the highest sense. And, I believe it has been made possible by the rediscovery, the reacceptance of tonality: that universal earth out of which such diversity can spring. And, no matter how serial or stochastic or otherwise intellectualized music may be, it can always qualify as poetry—as long as it is rooted in earth.

    “I also believe along with Keats that the poetry of earth is never dead as long as spring succeeds winter, and man is there to perceive it. I believe that from that earth emerges a musical poetry, which is, by the nature of its sources, tonal. I believe that these sources cause to exist a phonology of music, which evolves from the universal known as the harmonic series; and, that there is an equally universal musical syntax, which can be codified and structured in terms of symmetry and repetition; and, that by metaphorical operation, there can be devised particular musical languages that have surface structures noticeably remote from their basic origins, but which can be strikingly expressive as long as they retain their roots in earth.

    “I believe that our deepest affective responses to these languages are innate ones, but do not preclude additional responses that are conditioned or learned; and, that all particular languages bear on one another, and combine into always new idioms perceptible to human beings; and, that ultimately, these idioms can all merge into a speech universal enough to be accessible to all mankind; and, that the expressive distinctions among these idioms depend ultimately on the dignity and passion of the individual creative voice.

    “And, finally, I believe that all these things are true, and that [Charles] Ives’s Unanswered Question has an answer: I’m no longer quite sure what the question is, but I do know the answer, and the answer is, ‘Yes.’

    “I leave you with that ‘Yes’, and with my thanks, and my warmest affection.”
Art will be the last bastion when all else fades away.
~ Timothy White (b 1952), American rock music journalist
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Re: Non-Time and Hauntology

Postby JackRiddler » Tue Sep 03, 2013 4:03 pm

Thank you MacCruiskeen for this post!

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In or around June 1995 human character changed again. Or rather, it began to undergo a metamorphosis that is still not complete, but is profound – and troubling, not least because it is hardly noted. When I think about, say, 1995, or whenever the last moment was before most of us were on the internet and had mobile phones, it seems like a hundred years ago. Letters came once a day, predictably, in the hands of the postal carrier. News came in three flavours – radio, television, print – and at appointed hours. Some of us even had a newspaper delivered every morning.

Those mail and newspaper deliveries punctuated the day like church bells. You read the paper over breakfast. If there were developments you heard about them on the evening news or in the next day’s paper. You listened to the news when it was broadcast, since there was no other way to hear it. A great many people relied on the same sources of news, so when they discussed current events they did it under the overarching sky of the same general reality. Time passed in fairly large units, or at least not in milliseconds and constant updates. A few hours wasn’t such a long time to go between moments of contact with your work, your people or your trivia.

You opened the mail when you came home from work, or when it arrived if you worked from home. Some of the mail was important and personal, not just bills. It was exciting to get a letter: the paper and handwriting told you something, as well as the words. Going back a little further, movies were seen in movie theatres, and a whole gorgeous ritual went along with seeing them. The subsidiary pleasures – dressing up, standing in line with strangers and friends, the smell of popcorn, holding hands in the dark – still exist, but more and more often movies are seen on smaller and smaller and more private screens. It used to be the case that when you were at a movie, you were 100 per cent there, in the velvety darkness watching lives unfold in flickering light (unless you were making out). But televisions, DVD players, the rest: you were never totally committed to what they showed; you were always cheating on them, chatting and wandering away, fast-forwarding and rewinding, even when commercials didn’t shatter their continuity.

That bygone time had rhythm, and it had room for you to do one thing at a time; it had different parts; mornings included this, and evenings that, and a great many of us had these schedules in common. I would read the paper while listening to the radio, but I wouldn’t check my email while updating my status while checking the news sites while talking on the phone. Phones were wired to the wall, or if they were cordless, they were still housebound. The sound quality was usually good. On them people had long, deep conversations of a sort almost unknown today, now that phones are used while driving, while shopping, while walking in front of cars against the light and into fountains. The general assumption was that when you were on the phone that’s all you were.

Letters morphed into emails, and for a long time emails had all the depth and complexity of letters. They were a beautiful new form that spliced together the intimacy of what you might write from the heart with the speed of telegraphs. Then emails deteriorated into something more like text messages (the first text message was sent in 1992, but phones capable of texting spread later in the 1990s). Text messages were bound by the limits of telegrams – the state of the art technology of the 1840s – and were almost as awkward to punch out. Soon phone calls were made mostly on mobile phones, whose sound quality is mediocre and prone to failure altogether (‘you’re breaking up’ is the cry of our time) even when one or both speakers aren’t multitasking. Communication began to dwindle into peremptory practical phrases and fragments, while the niceties of spelling, grammar and punctuation were put aside, along with the more lyrical and profound possibilities. Communication between two people often turned into group chatter: you told all your Facebook friends or Twitter followers how you felt, and followed the popularity of your post or tweet. Your life had ratings.

Good things came about with the new technologies. Many people now have voices without censorship; many of us can get in touch with other ordinary citizens directly, through every new medium, from blogs to tweets to texts to posts on FB and Instagram. In 1989, Tiananmen Square was the fax revolution. Email helped organise the Seattle WTO shutdown in 1999; Facebook was instrumental in the Arab Spring’s initial phase in 2011; Occupy Wall Street was originally a Twitter hashtag. WikiLeaks uploaded Bradley Manning’s leaked data to a place where its subjects could read it, which is said to have played a role in the Arab Spring too. But the old, irreplaceable dance of democracy, which those digital media helped make happen, still took place between bodies in public. Indeed, the vitality of Occupy for its long season seemed in part to come from the rapture of the American young at the unfamiliar emotional and political power of coexisting in public together, body and soul.

I have reconnected via Facebook to old friends who might otherwise never have resurfaced, and followed grassroots politics and movements. And I’ve wasted countless hours on it that I could’ve spent going deeper, with a book, a film, a conversation, or even a walk or a task. Meanwhile the quality of my emails deteriorated; after many years of marvellous correspondences it became hard to find anyone who still wrote anything resembling a letter. Everyone just dashed off notes about practical things, with maybe a little personal stuff in the mix, and you can’t get epistolatory with someone who won’t receive it with enthusiasm, or at least I can’t. A gratuitous clutter of bureaucratic and soliciting emails filled all our inboxes, and wading through that clutter consumed a great deal of everyone’s time.

Previous technologies have expanded communication. But the last round may be contracting it. The eloquence of letters has turned into the unnuanced spareness of texts; the intimacy of phone conversations has turned into the missed signals of mobile phone chat. I think of that lost world, the way we lived before these new networking technologies, as having two poles: solitude and communion. The new chatter puts us somewhere in between, assuaging fears of being alone without risking real connection. It is a shallow between two deep zones, a safe spot between the dangers of contact with ourselves, with others.

I live in the heart of it, and it’s normal to walk through a crowd – on a train, or a group of young people waiting to eat in a restaurant – in which everyone is staring at the tiny screens in their hands. It seems less likely that each of the kids waiting for the table for eight has an urgent matter at hand than that this is the habitual orientation of their consciousness. At times I feel as though I’m in a bad science fiction movie where everyone takes orders from tiny boxes that link them to alien overlords. Which is what corporations are anyway, and mobile phones decoupled from corporations are not exactly common.

Our lives are a constant swirl of information, of emails that can be checked on phones, and phones that are checked in theatres and bedrooms, for texts and news that stream in constantly. There is so much information that our ability to focus on any piece of it is interrupted by other information, so that we bathe in information but hardly absorb or analyse it. Data are interrupted by other data before we’ve thought about the first round, and contemplating three streams of data at once may be a way to think about none of them.

‘When Carnegie Mellon researchers interrupted college students with text messages while they were taking a test,’ the Boston Globe recently reported, ‘the students had average test scores that were 20 per cent lower than the scores of those who took the exam with their phones turned off. Another study found that students, when left to their own devices, are unable to focus on homework for more than two minutes without turning to web surfing or email. Adults in the workforce can make it to about 11 minutes.’

Nearly everyone I know feels that some quality of concentration they once possessed has been destroyed. Reading books has become hard; the mind keeps wanting to shift from whatever it is paying attention to to pay attention to something else. A restlessness has seized hold of many of us, a sense that we should be doing something else, no matter what we are doing, or doing at least two things at once, or going to check some other medium. It’s an anxiety about keeping up, about not being left out or getting behind. (Maybe it was a landmark when Paris Hilton answered her mobile phone while having sex while being videotaped a decade ago.)

The older people I know are less affected because they don’t partake so much of new media, or because their habits of mind and time are entrenched. The really young swim like fish through the new media and hardly seem to know that life was ever different. But those of us in the middle feel a sense of loss. I think it is for a quality of time we no longer have, and that is hard to name and harder to imagine reclaiming. My time does not come in large, focused blocks, but in fragments and shards. The fault is my own, arguably, but it’s yours too – it’s the fault of everyone I know who rarely finds herself or himself with uninterrupted hours. We’re shattered. We’re breaking up.

It’s hard, now, to be with someone else wholly, uninterruptedly, and it’s hard to be truly alone. The fine art of doing nothing in particular, also known as thinking, or musing, or introspection, or simply moments of being, was part of what happened when you walked from here to there alone, or stared out the train window, or contemplated the road, but the new technologies have flooded those open spaces. Space for free thought is routinely regarded as a void, and filled up with sounds and distractions.

I now feel under-equipped if I walk out of my apartment without my mobile phone, but I used to travel across the world with almost no contact with the people who loved me, and there was a dizzying freedom, a cool draught of solitude, in that. We were not so monitored, because no one read our letters the way they read our emails to sell us stuff, as Gmail does, or track our communications as the NSA does. We are moving into a world of unaccountable and secretive corporations that manage all our communications and work hand in hand with governments to make us visible to them. Our privacy is being strip-mined and hoarded.

It will not be easy to go back, though I did see a poster recently (on Facebook) that made the case for buying books from independent bookstores in cash. And librarians fought a fierce battle in the Bush era when they refused to hand over our library records; but they are part of the old world. The new one has other priorities, and didn’t put up much fight to protect our information from the NSA (though squealed a little about it afterwards, plus Yahoo did win a lawsuit post-Edward Snowden allowing it to declassify documents that prove it resisted the NSA’s snooping, and two data encryption companies have since folded rather than be corrupted).

A short story that comes back to me over and over again is Kurt Vonnegut’s ‘Harrison Bergeron’, or one small bit of it. Since all men and women aren’t exactly created equal, in this dystopian bit of science fiction a future America makes them equal by force: ballerinas wear weights so they won’t be more graceful than anyone else, and really smart people wear earpieces that produce bursts of noise every few minutes to interrupt their thought processes. They are ‘required by law to wear it at all times. It was tuned to a government transmitter. Every twenty seconds or so, the transmitter would send out some sharp noise to keep people like George from taking unfair advantage of their brains.’ For the smartest person in Vonnegut’s story, the radio transmitter isn’t enough: ‘Instead of a little ear radio for a mental handicap, he wore a tremendous pair of earphones, and spectacles with thick wavy lenses. The spectacles were intended to make him not only half blind, but to give him whanging headaches besides.’

We have all signed up to wear those earpieces, a future form of new media that will chop our consciousnesses into small dice. Google has made real the interruptors that Vonnegut thought of as a fantasy evil for his dystopian 2081. Google thinks that glasses that interrupt you constantly would be awesome, at least for Google, and they are now in development. I tried on a pair that a skinny Asian guy was wearing in the line at the post office (curious that someone with state of the art technology also needs postal services). A tiny screen above my field of vision had clear white type on it. I could have asked it to do something but I didn’t need data at that juncture, and I’m not in the habit of talking to my glasses. Also, the glasses make any wearer look like, yes, a geek. Google may soon be trying to convince you that life without them is impossible.

A year or so ago I watched in horror a promotional video for these glasses that showed how your whole field of vision of the real world could become a screen on which reminder messages spring up. The video portrayed the lifestyle of a hip female Brooklynite whose Google glasses toss Hello Kitty-style pastel data bubbles at her from the moment she gets up. None of the information the glasses thrust into her field of vision is crucial. It’s all optional, based on the assumptions that our lives require lots of management, and that being managerial is our highest goal. Is it?

I forget practical stuff all the time, but I also forget to look at the distance and contemplate the essential mysteries of the universe and the oneness of all things. A pair of glasses on which the temperature and chance of rain pops up, or someone tries to schedule me for a project or a drink, is not going to help with reveries about justice, meaning and the beautiful deep marine blue of nearly every dusk.

Furthermore, Google glasses probably aren’t going to spring pastel-coloured bubbles on you that say ‘It’s May Day! Overthrow tyranny,’ let alone ‘Don’t let corporations dictate your thoughts,’ or ‘It would be really meaningful to review the personal events of August 1997 in the light of what you know now.’ That between you and me stands a corporation every time we make contact – not just the post office or the phone company, but a titan that shares information with the National Security Administration – is dismaying. But that’s another subject: mine today is time.

I wonder sometimes if there will be a revolt against the quality of time the new technologies have brought us, as well as the corporations in charge of those technologies. Or perhaps there already has been, in a small, quiet way. The real point about the slow food movement was often missed. It wasn’t food. It was about doing something from scratch, with pleasure, all the way through, in the old methodical way we used to do things. That didn’t merely produce better food; it produced a better relationship to materials, processes and labour, notably your own, before the spoon reached your mouth. It produced pleasure in production as well as consumption. It made whole what is broken.

Some of the young have taken up gardening and knitting and a host of other things that involve working with their hands, making things from scratch, and often doing things the old way. It is a slow everything movement in need of a manifesto that would explain what vinyl records and homemade bread have in common. We won’t overthrow corporations by knitting – but understanding the pleasures of knitting or weeding or making pickles might articulate the value of that world outside electronic chatter and distraction, and inside a more stately sense of time. (Of course, for a lot of people this impulse has been sublimated by cooking shows: watching the preparation of food that you will never taste by celebrities you will never meet, a fate that makes Tantalus’ seem rich.)

There are also places where human contact and continuity of experience hasn’t been so ruined. I visit New Orleans regularly, where the old leisurely enjoyment of mingling with strangers in the street and public venues – where music is often live and people dance to it, not just listen to it sitting down, where people sit by preference out front and greet strangers with endearments – forms a dramatic contrast with the Bay Area where contact with strangers is likely to be met (at least among the white middle class) with a puzzled and slightly pained expression that seems to say you’ve made a mistake. If you’re even heard, since earphones – they still look to me like some sort of medical equipment, an IV drip for noise – are ubiquitous, so that on college campuses, say, finding someone who can lend you an ear isn’t easy. The young are disappearing down the rabbit hole of total immersion in the networked world, and struggling to get out of it.

Getting out of it is about slowness, and about finding alternatives to the alienation that accompanies a sweater knitted by a machine in a sweatshop in a country you know nothing about, or jam made by a giant corporation that has terrible environmental and labour practices and might be tied to the death of honeybees or the poisoning of farmworkers. It’s an attempt to put the world back together again, in its materials but also its time and labour. It’s both laughably small and heroically ambitious.

Perhaps the young will go further and establish rebel camps where they will lead the lives of 1957, if not 1857, when it comes to quality of time and technology. Perhaps. Right now we need to articulate these subtle things, this richer, more expansive quality of time and attention and connection, to hold onto it. Can we? The alternative is grim, with a grimness that would be hard to explain to someone who’s distracted.



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Re: Non-Time and Hauntology

Postby 8bitagent » Tue Sep 03, 2013 5:04 pm

1995 is one of my favorite years. There did seem to be a noticeable shift from the early 90's to then. One only need to look at movies like Se7en and Heat to see a stark change in how movies were filmed, no longer looking dated like most 1990-1995 films at that point. The internet debuted to the masses in a big way, playstation and next gen consoles...but "cool" college alternative died and got replaced by clean production lame "alternative rock".
Rabin was gunned down, perhaps the last chance for true peace in the middle east.

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Re: Non-Time and Hauntology

Postby Searcher08 » Tue Sep 03, 2013 5:29 pm

Thank you for that wonderful LRB post.

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Re: Non-Time and Hauntology

Postby Allegro » Tue Sep 03, 2013 10:37 pm

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Sir Ken Robinson | the world-wide eduational system

Postby Allegro » Wed Sep 04, 2013 2:20 am


^ Do schools kill creativity?
Sir Ken Robinson
February 2006 TED Talk
Sir Ken Robinson has noted in several videos that studies of mathematics and languages are at the top, and the arts are at the bottom of an inverted triangle, and that’s the way it is in educational systems, world-wide. We read, especially those of us who’ve read the RI forum, the ongoing results of that triangle: “The whole world is engulfed in revolution,” Robinson said.

I’ve personally transcribed and added some highlights to part of Robinson’s TED talk beginning at mark 8.45 to 12.20 in the video on the left. Robinson is humorous, but you’ll not feel that humor or hear the audience’s laughter by just reading this transcript. It’s not what he said, but how he said it :).

    “Every educational system on Earth has the same hierarchy of subjects, every one. It doesn’t matter where you go; you’d think it would be otherwise, but it isn’t. At the top are mathematics and languages, then the humanities, and at the bottom are the arts [in an inverted triangle]. Everywhere on Earth. And in pretty much every system, too, there’s a hierarchy within the arts: art and music are normally given a higher status in schools than drama and dance. There isn’t an educational system on the planet that teaches dance everyday to children the way we teach them mathematics. Why? Why not? I think this is rather important.

    “I think math is very important, but so is dance. Children dance all the time if they’re allowed. We all do. … As children grow up, we start to educate them progressively from the waist up. And then we focus on their heads, and slightly to one side. If you were to visit education as an alien, and say, ‘What’s it for, public education?’ I think you’d have to conclude, if you look at the output, ‘Who really succeeds by this?… Who gets all the brownie points? Who are the winners?’

    “I think you’d have to conclude the whole purpose of public education throughout the world is to produce university professors. They’re the people who come out on top, and I used to be one. So there! And I like university professors, but you know, we shouldn’t hold them up as the high water mark of all human achievement. They’re just a form of life. You know, another form of life. But, they’re rather curious, and I say this out of affection for them. There’s something curious about professors in my experience; not all of them, but typically, they live in their heads. They live up there, and slightly to one side. They’re disembodied in a kind of literal way, you know. They look upon their body as a form of transport for their heads. Don’t they? It’s a way of getting their heads to meetings. …

    “Our education system is predicated on the idea of academic ability, and there’s a reason. The whole system was invented around the world; there were no public systems of public education before the 19th century. They all came into being to meet the needs of industrialism. So, the hierarchy is reasoned on two ideas: number one, the most useful subjects for work are at the top. So, you were probably steered benignly away from things at school when you were a kid—things you liked—on the grounds you’d never get a job doing that. Is that right? ‘Don’t do music. You’re not going to be a musician. Don’t do art. You won’t be an artist.’ Benign advice. Now, profoundly mistaken. The whole world is engulfed in revolution. And the second is academic ability, which has really come to dominate our view of intelligence, because the universities designed the system in their image.

    If you think of it, the whole system of public education around the world is a protracted process of university entrance. And the consequence is that many highly talented, brilliant, creative people think they’re not, because whatever you were good at in school wasn’t valued or was stigmatized. And, I don’t think we can afford go on that way.

    “In the next thirty years, according to Unesco, more people world-wide will be graduating through education than since the beginning of history. More people. And, it’s a combination of all the things we’ve talked about—technology, and its transformation effect on work, and demography, the huge explosion of population. Suddenly degrees are not worth anything. Isn’t that true? …”
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Thick Skin, a lawful film

Postby Allegro » Wed Sep 11, 2013 10:01 am

The purpose of this post is the video, which, to me, hauntologized art, architecture and law. I was spell bound.

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Thick Skin, a lawful film written and directed by Peter Rush
Critical Legal Thinking, Peter Rush • 28 August 2013

What then would it take for the eye of law, bey­ond pre­tence and all for­get­ting, to recog­nise pain?


^ credits at end

    It is possible that even the dimmed eyes of judges can be persuaded to jump, their muted voices to stutter, their hands to wander, their skin to quiver. It is possible that law could be thought around the intimacy of its gestures. Such gestures provide the measure of judgment, of relating the eye to the hand that holds the rule and of handing down the word of law to those below. It is the matter of swords and scales and blindfolds.

    This film explores an aesthetics of law and its inhabitants through the public art sites of The Another View Walking Trail that was installed in the 1990s in the City of Mel­bourne. In a slow-moving filmic recitation, each of the sites focus our attention on the place-making and counter-memory of law and governance. What then would it take for the eye of law, beyond pretence and all forgetting, to recognise pain? What would it mean to investigate the manners in and by which proximate and suffering others have dwelt and do dwell in law?

    Peter D Rush, writer and director of Thick Skin, is an Associate Professor at Melbourne Law School, University of Melbourne
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