x-ray delta one photostream on FLickr: “Shopping by TV” from the Populuxe album.
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x-ray delta one photostream on FLickr: “Shopping by TV” from the Populuxe album.
There is a painting by Klee called Angelus Novus. An angel is depicted there who looks as though he were about to distance himself from something which he is staring at. His eyes are opened wide, his mouth stands open and his wings are outstretched. The Angel of History must look just so. His face is turned towards the past. Where we see the appearance of a chain of events, he sees one single catastrophe, which unceasingly piles rubble on top of rubble and hurls it before his feet. He would like to pause for a moment so fair [verweilen: a reference to Goethe’s Faust], to awaken the dead and to piece together what has been smashed. But a storm is blowing from Paradise, it has caught itself up in his wings and is so strong that the Angel can no longer close them. The storm drives him irresistibly into the future, to which his back is turned, while the rubble-heap before him grows sky-high. That which we call progress, is this storm. |
Here’s a French translation:
Il existe un tableau de Klee qui s’intitule Angelus Novus. Il représente un ange qui semble avoir dessein de s’éloigner de ce à quoi son regard semble rivé. Ses yeux sont écarquillés, sa bouche ouverte, ses ailes déployées. Tel est l’aspect que doit avoir nécessairement l’ange de l’histoire. Il a le visage tourné vers le passé. Où paraît devant nous une suite d’événements, il ne voit qu’une seule et unique catastrophe, qui ne cesse d’amonceler ruines sur ruines et les jette à ses pieds. Il voudrait bien s’attarder, réveiller les morts et rassembler les vaincus. Mais du paradis souffle une tempête qui s’est prise dans ses ailes, si forte que l’ange ne peut plus les refermer. Cette tempête le pousse incessamment vers l’avenir auquel il tourne le dos, cependant que jusqu’au ciel devant lui s’accumulent les ruines. Cette tempête est ce que nous appelons le progrès. (Source)
I looked at kinescopes of the early years, every distant minute, it was another civilization, midcentury America, the footage resembling some deviant technological life-form struggling out of the irradiated dust of the atomic age. |
Previously on Skandalon: Point Omega
What is considered most fundamental about relationships is their formation and their subsequent withering, faltering and disintegration. Before that, they change enormously in increments inside the lapses of time necessary for any of them to become memories. It means the causalities attributed to define relationships are, at best, superfluous if their goal is to help understand their qualities. It also means that to understand their qualities, a careful attending to those almost forgotten moments constituting them (Novalis’ “differential of the function of future and past”¹) has to be undertaken. Once this perspective is adopted, relationships become incredibly rich and complex, and require the refinement of distinctions and observations a mind can rarely afford to maintain for a stable period of time. Hence the underlying stream of most change and notable exceptions demands much effort to be attended to, and some of life’s most fantastic glimpses of itself are apprehended in the form of illumination, when a moment is lived long enough not to be possibly remembered in its tainted and impaired state. ¹Novalis, Werke, ed. Ewald Wasmuth, Heidelberg, 1957, vol. I, p. 129 (fragment 417) |
The New Yorker, Feb. 8, 2010, p. 53
― I know it’s hard, Miles, but try to think of this experience as a miracle of science. ― A miracle of science is going to the hospital for a minor operation, I come out the next day, my rent isn’t months overdue. That’s a miracle of science. This is what I call a cosmic screwing. And then where am I anyhow? What happened to everybody? Where are all my friends? ― You must understand that everyone you knew in the past has been dead nearly two hundred years. ― BUT THEY ALL ATE ORGANIC RICE! |
Full script available over at Script-O-Rama.
A fake video from The Onion about the social site friendster. Something called Facebook happened, but they don’t know. What will be left of us and how will they interpret it ?
Indeed, a good reminder that we’re the ruins of tomorrow.
Photographer: David De Maus Ship Garthsnaid, ca 1920s, Glass copy negative, Reference No. 1/2-014494-G, De Maus Collection, Alexander Turnbull Library, National Library of New Zealand
Subject : On board the ship `Garthsnaid’ at sea, circa 1920s, showing unidentified sailors on the rigging. Location unknown. Original photographer unidentified. This copy negative, and inscription, by David Alexander De Maus.” (more)
NYTimes.com / Christoph Niemann – Abstract Cuty Blog : “My Life With Cables” (March 16, 2009).
Well, Polaroid is dead. Do the math.
18. Wires. OK, so they’re not gone yet, but it won’t be long 19. The scream of a modem connecting. 20. The buzz of a dot-matrix printer 21. 5- and 3-inch floppies, Zip Discs and countless other forms of data storage. 22. Using jumpers to set IRQs. 23. DOS. 24. Terminals accessing the mainframe. 25. Screens being just green (or orange) on black. |