Another year bites the dust.
Looking back, we can agree that such a year probably started to dissolve at conception (or concession in Albania). A kind of built-up presence, accumulated since the beginning of millennia, which has finally accelerated enough to materialize, becoming unmistakably visible, just enough to crash. An accident of time, maybe? It is time to re-read
Virilio's "
Information Bomb" and "
Politics of the Very Worst" more closely this year-end:
“There are eyes everywhere. No blind spot left. What shall we dream of when everything becomes visible? We'll dream of being blind.” [IB]
“The accident is an inverted miracle, a secular miracle, a revelation. When you invent the ship, you also invent the shipwreck; when you invent the plane you also invent the plane crash; and when you invent electricity, you invent electrocution...Every technology carries its own negativity, which is invented at the same time as [...] progress.” [PVW]
2016 was one for the books and drawing boards --
the perfect storm of invention(s). That is,
invention of information, as impact [read:
accident(s)]; redrawing lines of narrative and image, pushing for form instead of formation, causing a deep withdrawal into (or advance (out) of) oneself.
As a result, this blog was sporadic in translating (as) this
trans-form-ation, and making legible the turmoil of its
formation, thus fewer posts were written here and (unfortunately) faster '
truths' got made in social media.
It got caught up in
one too many reactionary sentiments, making itself more sensible to unproductive energy and vulnerable disposition. In an attempt to fathom the
absurd logic and the information
craftiness of whatever invention,
It got distracted (and mildly co/stu-nned) by the
face value of its impact; misreading (hence, mistaking) promise for premise and imaginary for imagined. Although, I feel that the
thought-image construed and provided as (a cultural)
truth was doing both (and all) simultaneously. It has been quite a 50 week (and counting) ride of inventing the anticipation of uncertain, yet already existing accident.
It is just the beginning though, and one doesn't know how to gear up for
what seems like a long f(l)ight ahead. Should we feel sick to our
stomach, be(come) somber, read
Hannah Arendt, or just
be
and let the hype direct the flow of (one's) thought, energy, and the
myth of democracy? If this year was one of attacks on public space just
to see its publics hurt (through suicide bombers or privatization); of
wars made just as banal and
real as the everyday; of post-truths,
alt-right, selfies, and nihilism; then, 2017 can be anticipated as one
of mass(ive) PTSD (post-traumatic-stress-disorder), of post-revolutions
and freedom-fluidity, of alt-delete and alt-control (with no
alt-option), of the displaced self (made possible by the displayed self
or the selfie) as a representation of the real distanced by reality. A
year of
paradoxes where cultural
progress (as a human construct) will mean both, the normalization of, and invention as/of the accident. (
"We'll dream of being blind.")
A new sort of cultural nihilism has emerged in the
accident of the post-, and the
post-accident
of the progress (invention/accident) paradox, where the human makes way
for its inhuman self, in a kind of post-colonization (a de-colonization
and re-colonization cycle of) survival. 2016 has provided much evidence
of (unreal) human fictions and (real) inhuman influences, be that by
advancing AI-s, or human cruelty and imagination. We've witnessed
way-too-real historical re-enactments of violence enter as
newness, in what now marks the era of
post(s) human-centrism, the acceleration/deceleration paradox of human
artifice.
The camouflage(d) has been abstracted; political health, stealth and
wealth have become spectator sports, whose public service operate on the
inhuman scale of market value; whose public scrutiny has not been
(human-)scaled to
citizen prosperity and safety of
place.
The future will be an anomaly: a normalization of alienation.
an experimental film by Jonas Mekas
Where does this leave/take us? This is the one question on everyone's mind, beyond what I might as well call
hope (Einstein's definition of insanity - doing the same thing and expecting different results), and the
perversity (branded as innovation/invention) of New World [B]order(s). Well, be it a blessing (some sure do see it as such,
sigh) or a curse, one thing is certain; 2016 showed us the paradox of being human, that we're on the verge of fulfilling a very old proverb, albeit its warnings:
1. May you live in interesting times.
2. May you be recognized by people in high places.
3. May you get what you wish for.
We are, then, left to figure out the last one:
4. May you find the final blessing/curse.
With this in mind, I feel the new year ought to be one of
forensics, in deciphering facts, truths and what's real - just so we're clear on where the line stands and which side of the paradox we're on (if any). This line of f(l)ight is a spatial (and cultural) force associated with violence (most often than not), but it can also be a tool/place for critical thinking. In disseminating and diagnosing the dimensions of the paradox, we open it up as a line of communication, that determines the progress of and in (its) formation, and not as a (form of) commodity of invention.
We should (learn to) be better critics, diligently and sensibly so.
Lastly, I leave you with
Jan Švankmajer's
Dimensions of Dialogue and the possibilities of interacting forms.
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