Funny or Die – We have food sometimes..

25 02 2009

“Funny” becoming on par with “death” or “cessation of effort”?

The site is linked through Huffingtonpost.com– where I receive my news predigested and populist: anyone can participate, anyone can resist copy editing (they often do), and everyone can cull the chaff of the day’s news to find that bright, shiny, nugget of newertainment

BREAKING NEWS: Romney’s house broken into! Bobby Jindal sounds just like Kenneth from 30Rock! Iceland is a land of Vikings and that inscrutable tormentor of swans Bjork!

that the blogosphere can work with– it’s striving, certainly, and its after a certain kind of affect– but the stakes are, even absurdly stated– rather high. To not laugh is to not exist, apparently. A smirk is akin to a pulse, perhaps.

And so the news becomes something to craft, to experience as a sensibility, to strive after a sort of “mythmaking”. As a praxis, it has real political potential, so long as it can be opened up beyond snarkiness and insult.

Myth is invoked as a means of deriving usable values from history, and of putting those values beyond the reach of critical demystification (Slotkin)…

The usable values here are entertainment, clearly–a good laugh is always beyond rationalization– how dreadful to have your jokes explained to you, after all.

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Absurd might be

on its way to sublime

on its way to sublime





Hjartao Hamast

25 02 2009

The image of icelandic kitsch six minutes in is the turn in this video: all the slow motion photography of landscape is problematized by this interlude: which is the “real” experience of Iceland? How is it problematic to sell your nation– to literally use it up– for the sake of its “realness”?

What does it mean to consume iceland as a cultural construct– natural, eerie beauty–when Iceland itself is literally being consumed by rising sea levels, a sinking economy, and its literalization– Alcoa’s mining and abuse on the island? Will a “woman” “know better”, “do better”? Could she? Death, according to Blanchot, held no terrors for him because he had already faced it as a child— is the “death” of a planet different or nation different?

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Experience, Economy

24 02 2009

Iceland Tourism Board’s charming production with epic music and repeated, bizarre claims about “purity” and “radiant energy” as affective experiences available through Iceland.





Eating prayers from this old book I found

24 02 2009

I will simply state, without waiting further, that the extension of economic growth itself requires the overturning of economic principles—the overturning of the ethics that grounds them. Changing from the perspectives of restrictive economy to those of general economy actually accomplishes a Copernican transformation: a reversal of thinking—and of ethics (Bataille)

I may fall entirely on my face with this interpretation, but here goes. Odin learns to write via an extravagant sacrifice– nine days, hung up in a tree with no food or drink–and was rewarded with runes– the means of writing, certainly, but with a special charge that I gloss over sometimes: runes had power beyond just signification-in-the-service-of-telling-it-like-it-is. They had a sort of aura about them that predicted, even effected change. In “Voluspa”– Odin gives an eye for knowledge, at least so says the seer-ess. I like that the body is almost a currency of exchange in the myth– the immaterial for the material– suffering for the abstract.

Writing this blog has at times felt like being up in that tree.

Writing of the disaster ought to be attempted not because of any return we hope to gain– Blanchot notes that we can never tell how our work will be received and cannot, for example, know its political import before we send it out into the world–if political import is a kind of compensation or exchange one can enter into through writing.

A small girl cannot sleep and walks downstairs to find her father reading in the kitchen. Surprised to find her still awake, he attempts to entertain her what is apparently the best way he knows how: a puzzle in which there are no intrinsic rules, just intuitions– at least as he plays it: “So, let’s say you’re on a train and someone riding on the rear car with you slips off and is hanging from the rails. And you choose to do nothing. Are you responsible? [Yes. Of course you are. And responsiblity is larger than just a codex-- its practice of writing. ] Let’s say you fall into you’re neighbor’s pit on their property– are they responsible?” ["An Attractice Nuissance" was a term that captured my imagination with-- perhaps--a predictive intensity. I wanted that sort of non-sense. ] ….So perverse to ask a child to intuit civil statutes, in the hopes of tiring her mind out, perhaps. But what resulted was,  patience and watchfulness yoked to impulse.

Like writing (and in the same way that the quick of life has always already exceeded life), the cry tends to exceed all language, even if it lends itself to recuperation as language efect.  It is both sudden and patient; it has the suddenness of the interminable torment which is always over already.  the patience of the cry: it does not simply come to a halt, reduced to nonsense, yet it does remain outside of sense– a meaning infinitely suspended, decried, decipherable, indecipherable (Blanchot 51).

The tradition of the oppressed teaches

us that the ’state of emergency’ in which we live is not the exception but the rule.

We must attain to a conception of

history that is in keeping with this insight.

Then we shall clearly realize

that it is our task to bring about a real state of emergency, and this will improve

our position in the struggle against

Fascism. One reason why Fascism

has a chance is that in the name

of progress its opponents treat it as a

historical norm. The current amazement

that the things we are experiencing are ’still’ possible

in the twentieth century is not philosophical. This amazement is not the beginning

of knowledge–unless it is the knowledge that the view of history

which gives rise to it is untenable.”

Walter Benjamin, “Theses on the Philosophy of History,”

(Spring, 1940) trans. Harry Zohn.

Foreground: Women's Emergency Government
Foreground: Iceland’s Women’s Emergency Government
Background: abstractions for an ideal national subject?

Background: abstractions for an ideal national subject?





Odin: Now I’ve bled my ABC’s

23 02 2009

In the Eddas, a collection of ancient Norse myths many of which were recorded in Iceland, Odin learns the secret of writing:

everything is illuminated...

everything is illuminated...

Wounded I hung on a wind-swept gallows
For nine long nights,
Pierced by a spear, pledged to Odhinn,
Offered, myself to myself
The wisest know not from whence spring
The roots of that ancient rood

alphabet ephemera

alphabet ephemera for the palimpsest of the human eye

 

 

 

Know how to cut them, know how to read them,
Know how to stain them, know how to prove them,
Know how to evoke them, know how to score them,
Know how to send them; know how to send them…

From “Hávamál”– Stanzas 138-144.





In need of new prescription or new optics?

11 02 2009
Some women in Iceland have asserted that the banking meltdown is the result of male leadership.

Some women in Iceland have asserted that the banking meltdown is the result of male leadership.

Having training in both marxist and feminist theory is making watching the global economic meltdown like always having a single lens with a prescription that’s too weak–

  How to read the re-monumentalizing? Although the disaster is now, ongoing– still unfolding, actually– this image itself is both deeply of the moment and deeply anachronistic:

separatist feminist politics largely died with the second wave  after the eighties–lesbian separatism especially. 

the square that the statue is set is a typical urban assemblage of simultaneous chronologies— statue, modern architecture sutured onto slightly less contemporary architecture…and the previous posted anti IMF poster

the protestors wielding pink– the only bright color in the whole dreary, slightly out of focus affair– check the midground. 

 

This statue, of a male national hero of sorts, is now decked in drag– could he– is he being reclaimed or disciplined? Globalization inevitably shifts relations between and among men, women, families, the nation state such as it is— what’s up with the pink? 

 

Nicholas Kristoff, fwiw, agrees with the ladies, apparently:

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/02/08/opinion/08kristof.html?partner=permalink&exprod=permalink





“….Education, Healthcare, Resources, Independence…”

11 02 2009

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…I want to go
up to them there in the late May sunlight and say it,
her hungry pretty blank face turning to me,
her pitiful beautiful untouched body,
his arrogant handsome blind face turning to me,
his pitiful beautiful untouched body,
but I don’t do it. I want to live. I
take them up like the male and female
paper dolls and bang them together
at the hips like chips of flint as if to
strike sparks from them, I say
Do what you are going to do, and I will tell about it.

From “I got back to May 1937″ — Sharon Olds





Even metaphysics sneeze…

21 01 2009

I have a terrible cold,

yf_virus_virions_2green1And everyone knows how terrible colds

Alter the whole system of the universe,

Set us against life,

And make even metaphysics sneeze.

– from a poem by Fernando Pessoa


Fernando,

Commit to allegorical snark– 

what would you say to the effects of a yellow fever on your metaphysics–an  infection spreads, leaking out of its host, dissolving what it depends on, mindless exacting replication–adaptation without will–What kind of body can i craft to stay well? To stay productively ill,  should i save my skin? 








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