Sunday, April 22, 2018
On the subject of being with someone who is dying, this is a useful thought (in Dutch) from Marli Huijer :
Het bij-het-sterven-aanwezig-zijn beschouw ik als een gift. De stervende schenkt jou een van de meest indringende belevenissen die het leven te bieden heeft: je mag delen in de ervaring dat de stervende eerst nog bij je is en dan niet meer.
De gedachte dat aanwezig-zijn-bij-het-sterven een gift is komt van Maurice Blanchot. Het staat in De onuitsprekelijke gemeenschap. Ik las het boekje kort nadat ik aan een langdurig, niet altijd plezierig sterfbed had gezeten. Blanchots soms onbegrijpelijke woorden boden troost; ze leerden me dat ik iets had meegemaakt wat het eigen bestaan te boven ging. De ander hoefde niet dankbaar te zijn dat ik aan haar sterfbed had gezeten; zij had mij een onuitsprekelijke ervaring gegeven.
Monday, 16 April 2018
Shall we utter some words about the impossible? What is there to say? How to begin?
How can anything be said about the impossible without violating its very nature, perhaps even its conditions of im/possibility? Isn’t any utterance about the impossible always already a performative breach of that which one means to address? Have we not already said too much simply in pronouncing its name?
Perhaps we should let the impossible speak for itself.
This is part plagiarism part homage part playfulness. It’s from the opening paragraph of Karen Barad’s ‘What is the measure of nothingness’ which she wrote for Documenta 13 - but I replaced every instance of ‘nothing/ness’ with ‘the impossible’, and where she wrote ‘possibility’, I added ‘im/’.
The whole text is here.
The impossible is also a meatless burger that bleeds. Now at White Castle.
Friday, 13 April 2018
uh oh friday the thirteenth. here’s hoping we don’t strike an iceberg!
″…If you ask me why you will always get an answer…”
Escher in his garden in Baarn by Eddy de Jongh (1968).
Maybe we are experiencing the last days of the old reality - or the first days of a new one. One of impossibilities becoming real. That humans could permanently change the world seemed impossible, but it happened during the anthropocene, just like the idea that one big world culture seems impossible but we admit admit that we are gradually moving towards it. Maybe we have to become like people from the middle ages again and believe in miracles. (…) Maybe we are at the beginning of the end, the time of cognitive dissonance where the reality of the human and that of the world no longer correspond. (my translation)
Article from De Morgen (in Dutch) : http://johannesk.blot.im/the_archive/sloterdijk
Thursday, 12 April 2018
i was never much of a fan of that social media platform that made mark zuckerberg one of the richest people in the world, not because i have anything against rich people per sé, it’s just that they have too much money and too many other people have so little.
i’ve always thought that if i could have the undivided attention of a very rich person for two hours i would be able to convince them to give me all their money. it would be very liberating for them.
anyway the point is that now i feel less than ever like putting anything on that social media platform that made mark zuckerberg one of the richest people in the world - or looking at it. but i suppose most people will just continue doing what they always did?
i won’t #deletefacebook, i just won’t give it any room to breathe… :) i will run it only on one machine that i rarely use and look at it once in a while to check messages. but if you want to contact me i recommend twitter or email - details here.
my limited catalogue of impossible things in progress is here.
Barbara Ehrenreich: Why i’m giving up on preventative care.