“I’m so bored. I hate my life.” - Britney Spears
Das Langweilige ist interessant geworden, weil das Interessante angefangen hat langweilig zu werden. – Thomas Mann
"Never for money/always for love" - The Talking Heads
Saturday, September 28, 2013
public sanity, private insanity
I’m working on a job at the moment, translating a lecture by Didi-Huberman on Aby Warburg. Warburg fascinates me. He tempts my romantic side, my Gnostic side. Warburg was the son of a very rich banker who decided to go into anthropology and art history – who traveled to Taos in the 1890s to observe Pueblo rituals and who traveled to Florence in the 1900s to study Renaissance art. Already his work is disturbed by a strange spirit, a spirit that drove him into a five year stay in the insane asylum in the 1920s. He hallucinated that bits of the flesh of his family were mixed in among his food. And he also hallucinated that the Jews were going to be annihilated. Yes, among the flotsam and jetsam of symptoms, there was that one, that prophetic craziness, spilling out in his sessions with Dr. Binswanger. And I think that there is something about the voice of the most sane, our governors, about how they speak and think, that one has to go a bit crazy to hear. For it is something that isn’t sane at all, it is a mechanical grating, a noise from the underworld.
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
santa monica
The psychogeographer who comes aground in Santa Monica may
be shown the ocean – it’s a mighty fine ocean – and the famous pier – it’s an
awfully crowded pier – and perhaps 3rd street, an outdoor street
mall on European lines, if, that is, Mickey Mouse had designed Europe. But the
guide is unlikely to take him to Main street and point out an office building
that looks as bland and as soulless as any other office building. Which is a
shame, because the psychogeographer, if he is any good, must have felt his
fingers burning since he came ashore. Goethe said he wrote the Sorrows of Young
Werther with burning fingers, for its only with burning fingers that one can
catch hold of the signs and wonders of the age. And as psychogeography is all
about intersigns, omens, Gnostic connections, this bland building in a sense
towers over the city. Because this is the headquarters of Rand corporation –
research and development corporation – that was founded by the Air Force almost
in the flicker of the fires of Hiroshima. This is the second Rand building,
remodeling the first, where the classic Randites of the forties and fifties
gathered. It is Rand that made Santa Monica one of the minor capitals of the
apocalypse. The one that never happened. In Anaheim, Disney was busy creating a
vector into the child consciousness with which to stuff in Winnie the Pooh and
commodity fetishism, preparing us all for our adult life. In Santa Monica, Rand
was working another seam. Rand, in a sense, shaped the American sense of
vulnerability, and definitely gave it a vocabulary. Counterforce. Second
Strike. Deterrence. Mutually Assured Destruction. Failsafe. All terms that came
out of the Rand think tank. It was a thinker at Rand who came up with the ICBM,
a huge advance in the “delicate balance of terror” – another Rand phrase. And,
in the sixties, it was a Rand contractor
who came up with the Phoenix Program in South Vietnam. The old death squads,
for instance in Indonesia, were sloppy. Here, death squads were targeted and
kill ratios were calculated. In a sense, Rand gave birth to the contemporary
death squad – from the Argentine generals with their mini-concentration camps
in schools and factories to the 2005-2007 American effort in Iraq. A bit of
village or urban quartier torture, rape, and massacre, and voila –
pacification!
So the properly informed psychogeographer will walk through
the streets of Santa Monica and dream of Kenneth Arrow, who invented rational
choice at RAND (and haven’t we all lived under the thumb of rational choice
since?), or think of Albert Wohlstetter, he of the delicate balance of terror,
who would come down from his ace pad on Laurel Canyon of a weekday morning. It
was Wohlstetter who mentored Paul Wolfowitz and Richard Perle.
And in the haze of this past, perhaps our intersigning
flycatcher will jot down the prophecies of the graybearded black guy at Seven
Eleven or the tourette’s illuminee at the corner of 9th and
Wilshire. It takes a maladjusted mind to know the heart of the heart of it all.
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