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❈ Grim Aesthetics ❈

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“There are a number of examples of signaling in the animal world that might be taken for a proto-language. Chipmunks—among other species—have one alarm-call for aerial predators and another for those on the ground. Hawks as distinct from foxes or cats. Very useful. But what is missing here is the central idea of language—that one thing can be another thing. It is the idea that Helen Keller suddenly understood at the well. That the sign for water was not simply what you did to get a glass of water. It was the glass of water. It was in fact the water in the glass. This in the play The Miracle Worker. Not a dry eye in the house.”

“The evolution of language would begin with the names of things. After that would come descriptions of these things and descriptions of what they do. The growth of languages into their present shape and form—their syntax and grammar—has a universality that suggests a common rule. The rule is that languages have followed their own requirements. The rule is that they are charged with describing the world. There is nothing else to describe.”

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Michel Serres, “The Origin of Language: Biology, Information Theory, & Thermodynamic”

It is a river that flows and yet remains stable in the continual collapse of its banks and the irreversible erosion of the mountains around it. One always swims in the same river, one never sits down on the same bank. The fluvial basin is stable in its flux and the passage of its chreodes; as a system open to evaporation, rain, and clouds, it always-but stochastically-brings back the same water. What is slowly destroyed is the solid basin. The fluid is stable; the solid which wears away is unstable - Heraclitus and Parmenides were both right. Hence the notion of homeorrhesis.(3) The living system is homeorrhetic.

This river, almost stable although irreversible, this basin, poised on its own imbalance in a precarious state of quasi-equilibrium in its flow toward death, ferries energy and information, knowledge of entropy and negentropy, of order and disorder. Both a syrrhesis (rather than a system) and a diarrhesis,(4) the organism is hence defined from a global perspective. Not actually defined (the word means in effect the opposite of open), but assessed, described, evaluated, and understood. Or, within the context of an even more general circulation which goes from the sun to the black depths of space, the organism is a barrier of braided links that leaks like a wicker basket but can still function as a dam. Better yet, it is the quasistable turbulence that a flow produces, the eddy closed upon itself for an instant, which finds its balance in the middle of the current and appears to move upstream, but is in fact undone by the flow and re-formed elsewhere. And experience shows that there is no flux without eddy, no laminar flow which does not become turbulent.(5) Now, and here is the crux of the matter, all times converge in this temporary knot: the drift of entropy or the irreversible thermal flow, wear and aging, the exhaustion of initial redundancy, time which turns back on feedback rings or the quasi-stability of eddies, the conservative invariance of genetic nuclei, the permanence of a form, the erratic blinking of aleatory mutations, the implacable filtering out of all non-viable elements, the local flow upsteam toward negentropic islands-refuse, recycling, memory, increase in complexities.

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Paul N. Edwards, “Infrastructure and Modernity: Force, Time, and Social Organization in the History of Sociotechnical Systems“

https://www.academia.edu/2120308/Infrastructure_and_Modernity_Force_Time_and_Social_Organization_in_the_History_of_Sociotechnical_Systems

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Vint Cerf: When Bob and I did this design, we thought we were building a system to connect computers together. What we very quickly discovered is that this was a system for connecting people together. And what you've seen tonight tells you that we should not restrict this network to one species, that these other intelligent, sentient species should be part of the system too.

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Di Mainstone’s The Human Harp

using infrastructures to create language/communication interface

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For example, in 2010 German designer Frederik Podzuweit came up with a collar concept called the “Music For Deaf People”, which converts sound input into vibrations which supposedly stimulate the exact sound-processing regions of the brain associated with full hearing. Instead of hearing sound, wearers can in effect “feel” it through their skin.

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https://formfiftyfive.com/showcase/sonic-typeface-for-goertek/

In close collaboration with Nippon Design Center, Kontrapunkt developed a new typeface created uniquely for use on digital signage and wayfinding throughout Goertek’s novel and groundbreaking R&D hub in Qingdao, China.

Aiming to always be informative and appropriate, the variable signage typeface dynamically changes appearance by vibrating in different frequencies and wave types, echoing electronic oscillators. From the bustling Goertek Street with cinemas and cafes to the discreet VIP entrance, the signs and typeface adapt to the surrounding elements by using Opentype technologies.

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This!

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Water

The memory of going to the beach every New Year’s eve Is one I share with cousins and most people raised black How the elders would forbid us from going in too deep To giggle, to splash in our black tights and Shoprite plastic bags wrapped around our new weaves, forbid us from riding the wave, For fear that we would be a mass of blackness swept by the tide And never to return Like litter. The elders forbid us as if the ocean has food poisoning I often wonder why I feel as if I am drowning every time I look out into the sea This and feeling incredibly small And I often hear this joke About Black people not being able to swim, Or being scared of water; We are mocked And we have often mocked ourselves For wiping our faces the way that we do when we come out of the water- Compare it to how they do it all bay-watch like And how we so ratchet-like with our postures and kink. Yet every time our skin goes under It’s as if the reeds remember that they were once chains And the water, restless, wishes it could spew all of the slaves and ships onto shore Whole as they had boarded, sailed and sunk Their tears are what have turned the ocean salty, This is why our irises burn every time we go under. Every December sixteenth, December 24th and December 31st Our skin re-traumatises the sea They mock us For not being able to throw ourselves into something that was instrumental in trying to execute our extinction. For you, the ocean is for surf boards, boats and tans And all the cool stuff you do under there in your bathing suits and goggles But we, we have come to be baptised here We have come to stir the other world here We have come to cleanse ourselves here We have come to connect our living to the dead here Our respect for water is what you have termed fear The audacity to trade and murder us over water Then mock us for being scared of it The audacity to arrive by water and invade us If this land was really yours, then resurrect the bones of the colonisers and use them as a compass Then quit using black bodies as tour guides or the site for your authentic African experience Are we not tired of dancing for you? Gyrating and singing on cue Are we not tired of gathering as a mass of blackness? To atone for just being here To beg God to save us from a war we never started To March for a cause caused by the intolerance for our existence Raise our hands so we don’t get shot Raise our hands in church to pray for protection And we still get shot there too With our hands raised Invasion comes naturally for your people So you have come to rob us of our places of worship too Come to murder us in prisons too That is not new either Too many white people out here acting God Too many white people out here doing the work of God, And this God of theirs has my tummy in knots Him and I have always had a complicated relationship This blue eyed and blond haired Jesus I followed in Sunday school Has had my kind bowing to a white and patriarchal heaven Bowing to a Christ, his son, and 12 disciples For all we know the disciples could have been queer, the holy trinity some weird twisted love triangle And the Holy Ghost transgender But you will only choose to understand the scriptures that suit your agenda You have taken the liberty to colonise the concept of God Gave god a gender, a skin colour and a name in a language we had to twist our mouths around Blasphemy is wrapping Slavery in the Gospel and calling it freedom Blasphemy is having to watch my kind use the same gospel to enslave each other Since the days of Elijah We have been engineered kneel to whiteness And we are not even sure if the days of Elijah even existed Because whoever wrote the bible did not include us But I would rather exist in that god-less holy book than in the history books that did not tell truth About us For us On behalf of us If you really had to write our stories Then you ought to have done it in our mother’s tongues The ones you cut off when you fed them a new language

We never consent Yet we are asked to dine with the oppressors And Serve them forgiveness How, when the only ingredients I have are grief and rage

Another one (who looks like me) died today Another one (who looks like me) was murdered today

May that be the conversation at the table And we can all thereafter wash this bitter meal with amnesia

And go for a swim after that Just for fun. Just for fun.

Koleka Putuma

https://poetryquota.wordpress.com/2018/01/18/water/

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FROM GULF TO GULF TO GULF—CAMP (FESTIVAL ONLINE TRAILER)

#Vimeo #film #trailer #documentary #experimental #ships #boats #trade #routes #india #middle #east #africa

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Camille Hoffman | Pieceable Kingdom Museum of Art and Design (MAD) http://madmuseum.org/exhibition/fellow-focus-camille-hoffman

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Alexander Alexeieff and Claire Parker - Le Nez (1963).avi

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