20050722

bring back beauty : excerpt from a talk with steven pinker

The blank slate has had an enormous influence in far-flung fields. One example is architecture and urban planning. The 20th century saw the rise of a movement that has been called "authoritarian high modernism," which was contemporaneous with the ascendance of the blank slate. City planners believed that people's taste for green space, for ornament, for people-watching, for cozy places for intimate social gatherings, were just social constructions. They were archaic historical artifacts that were getting in the way of the orderly design of cities, and should be ignored by planners designing optimal cities according to so-called scientific principles. Le Corbusier was the clearest example. He and other planners had a minimalist conception of human nature. A human being needs so many cubic of air per day, a temperature within a certain range, so many gallons of water, and so many square feet in which to sleep and work. Houses became "machines for living," and cities were designed around the most efficient way to satisfy this short list of needs, namely freeways, huge rectangular concrete housing projects, and open plazas. In extreme cases this led to the wastelands of planned cities like Brasilia; in milder cases it gave us the so-called urban renewal projects in American cities and the dreary highrises in the Soviet Union and English council flats. Ornamentation, human scale, green space, gardens, and comfortable social meeting places were written out of the cities because the planners had a theory of human nature that omitted human esthetic and social needs. Another example is the arts. In the 20th century, modernism and post-modernism took over, and their practitioners disdained beauty as bourgeois, saccharine, and lightweight. Art was deliberately made incomprehensible or ugly or shocking—again, on the assumption that people's tastes for attractive faces, landscapes, colors, and so on were reversible social constructions. This also led to an exaggeration of the dynamic of social status that has always been part of the arts. The elite arts used to be aligned with the economic and political aristocracy. They involved displays of sumptuosity and the flaunting of rare and precious skills that only the idle rich could cultivate. But now that any now that any schmo can afford a Mozart CD or can go to a free museum, artists had to figure out new ways to differentiate themselves from the rabble. And so art became baffling and uninterpretable without acquaintance with arcane theory. By their own admission, the humanities programs in universities, and institutions that promote new works of elite art, are in crisis. People are staying away in droves. I don't think it takes an Einstein to figure out why. By denying people's sense of visual beauty in painting and sculpture, melody in music, meter and rhyme in poetry, plot and narrative and character in fiction, the elite arts wrote off the vast majority of their audience—the people who approach art in part for pleasure and edification rather than social one-upmanship. Today there are movements in the arts to reintroduce beauty and narrative and melody and other basic human pleasures. And they are considered radical extremists!

letters

darling m, that's the precious thing about being a student i guess, you get real holidays! well, you can dive into it when your holidays next come around.. i'm sure it'll be difficult to do so whilst you're in the midst of term.... i don't think i'll be any good for getting my head around these things starting in a week's time. the merging business as you call it is FASCINATING! there is no mind i admire more than leonardo da vinci's - not that i know it at all, only from the drawings he left behind, and what is said of him. my favourite drawing of all i caught only a brief glimpse of once, of a horse in motion. one single drawing of a horse actually moving. his mastery and genius lay in his ability to observe so carefully the things around him, then use the principles he observed, to imitate, to adapt and then to create. he was just being inquisitive, but produced what we recognize as art, and science. being inquisitive - asking questions. that's very very lacking in our time isn't it? not just philosophically, but in terms of everything! where does this come from? where is it going? why am i being told this? why? what? sorely lacking. and i too forget to ask questions. i had a hell of a semester just past, i think i told you, and i'd shown my project to a colleague and she too was dismayed at what i produced. my designs lacked concepts or a theory. they were dead things. they worked, but had no life. i told her that i am not one to bother with theory. but she grilled me and i realized i didn't know what theory actually means. talking to her made me realize that theorizing wasn't the process of trying to understand the conceptual somersaults of previous "great" thinkers (derrida and the lot), but simply a process of wanting to ask questions. i had missed this very big point, and last semester, i asked no questions, so i got no answers. to this end, i penned the following after reading john brockman's piece on the third culture. it made sense to me. reading edward o wilson's consilience. and found this. the ossified intellectualism of the great theorists should now be padded with the flesh and blood of a new humanism. the knowledge we possess, and that we will continue to create and discover for ourselves in the sciences, in the arts, in all the different parts of humanity must collide to form one body, and it will be a coherent body as marvellous as the bodies we now possess. perception will change, in methods, in scale, and we will see in different light and at different degrees of magnification so that an understanding of who we are may emerge from the various levels of being, and through different forms of being. we will know that we are systems that are part of a system that is a part of a system that does not end because it has no beginning. it's a tad simplistic, i think, but it sums up for now how i feel about what we are. organisms made up of organisms making up organisms. it convinces me that there is no point in questioning the beginning or the end. we are the middle, exist in the middle, and the middle is as important as the beginning or the end. what we should be asking questions about is what we can do to make sure this middle works as optimally as it can within the system, since we have the capability to ask. but really, i think that humans are perhaps the least evolved of all creatures - dolphins live, my cat lives, other plants and creatures live, completely acclimatized and adapted to their environment. we are the only ones who are uncomfortable in our skins. it pains me to no end to think of how it's always us who throw the balance. it's as though we are precisely that element of chance mutation in darwinian evolution. we are the glitch. then again genetic glitches create as much an opportunity as it does a weakness. o and the philosophical cycle goes on, i feel it coming. so i think i'll stop here. i think what you said makes alot of sense, and in fact, i read something along pretty much the same lines by one of those thinkers at the edge. read this. find the time to. you'll appreciate it i promise - especially the actual interview with eno - scroll down to nearly the end (the top is a series of commentaries by the contributors to this site on the interview) http://www.edge.org/documents/archive/edge11.html ok, with this homework assignment, i sign off! write me with more brilliant thoughts ok? xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx miss you. o. and a short while ago, i saw a doco on henri cartier bresson, the photographer. he's inspired in me a crystal clear eye for the beauty of aging. and i thought this. much of the beauty in a flower is that it will fade away... just let things age. there is beauty in the face of a pale old man, spotted, jowly, droopy but bright bright eyed, beauty in his telling of stories of times too long ago for his listeners to remember, beauty when his droopy eyes cloud over in a timeless pause of reminiscence, beauty in his understanding that the world will go on as he folds away his stories, beauty in the strength of his quavering voice as he riles against our modern slavery to dynamism... the old world is not boring. if it has lived its life and loved its thoughts and used them well in whispers to the new world of where to look in its own quest to come of age... i want to be eighty six years old and looking at the world with bright eyes. he was ninety five. xxxxxxxxxxxxxx On 18 Jul 2005, at 21:23, Martin wrote: excelent! thanks for this link. it really is tremendously valuable. I have to find some time to dive deeper into it. this merging business has been occupying my mind for the last year while I did the internship at the artificial intelligence lab of zuerich. I wondered why we artist are so strangely attracted to those research issues and their power on the imagination for people - I think we artists are a bit jealous that we arent able to create the same powerfull metaphors as science can. and maybe science is a bit jealous of the arts, because they now how to communicate and manipulate the senses. I think the arts are driven to the scientists and not the other way around. so there is a kind of inbalance, beeing an artistst and willing to work with a scientist its is not enough. it takes a scientist that is interested to work with an artist and willing to open the frame of mind towards the artist. and vice versa of course. and then of course it is necessary to find similar ground and interest. and before this can happen, an artists must have found a personal theme, his own aesthetic research area and discourse and a language with which to comunicate. but arts and science have always been close to each other and have influenced each other, and there are similarities: artist research the perceptive field of humans, their relationships with each other and the possible combinations of metaphors in order to find new meaningfull expressions of beeing human scientist research the percieved world around us, its interconnections and complexities in order to find new meaningfull expressions to describe it (from the point of beeing human). does that sound reasonable? I just came up with it. xxxx

cities

Cities are also juxtaposition engines, instruments for both producing and adjudicating adjacencies. The character of cities emerges from the characteristic ways in which they solve the problems of keeping things together or apart, whether socially or formally. Racial or class segregation; use zoning that locates work far from living; height restrictions and solar access guarantees; mandated materiality; the siting of highways; a preference for gardens_all of these taken together yield the particularity of cities. On the other hand, this is also a point of incredible promise. As old constraints on adjacency are loosened, as time and space become graspable in new ways, as any place can truly be any place, our position as designers is liberated. If juxtaposition can really be free, then we are also free to reimagine the basic structures of urbanism according to tests which respond to our best attempts at reason: democracy, sustainabiliy, and pleasure.We are in a position to reconsider cities fundamentally. - Michael Sorkin

20050721

spilling over

nature, horses, books, the company of close friends, architecture, science, environment, society, arts, food, yoga... now reading consilience and www.edge.org, journals of anais nin, guns germs + steel a history of the world in ten and a half chapters, letters of anais nin + henry miller, devil in paradise, letters + journal of byron, my mac... diane kurys' c'est la vie, first film i ever loved, pulp fiction, the shawshank redemption, kieslowski's lot, most of woody allen's, peter greenaway's the pillow book, closer for coming so close, kitchen stories - made me laugh harder than i had in three years, eternal sunshine of the spotless mind for the ride, amelie for the light and colour, when harry met sally, the professional... ben webster for his throaty tunes, mellow st etienne for long road trips, jack kerouac reading to piano playing, early gainsbourg, kristina olsen live on her steel string guitar, ella doing anything, harry connick jr, norah jones's first album, the bandits, the rat pack, michael buble, the radcliff peaches, preisner, pizzicato five, funk when in the mood, joni mitchell, and the legendary female country singers, oh oh aussie gem becky cole, good old oldies, fred astaire dancing, tap dogs' boots, rain bucketing down... no politicians or bureaucrats if it can be helped. people who care about things, people who write, paint, eat, sleep, make music, talk, laugh, do somersaults, hunger, draw, live, ask questions, love and learn. people who don't see in b+w and if they do, don't try to tamper with others' technicolour screens. people who care about where something comes from and where it's going. people who don't care where they've come from nor where they're going.

20050716

the third culture

reading edward o wilson's consilience. and found this. the ossified intellectualism of the great theorists should now be padded with the flesh and blood of a new humanism. the knowledge we possess, and that we will continue to create and discover for ourselves in the sciences, in the arts, in all the different parts of humanity must collide to form one body, and it will be a coherent body as marvellous as the bodies we now possess. perception will change, in methods, in scale, and we will see in different light and at different degrees of magnification so that an understanding of who we are may emerge from the various levels of being, and through different forms of being. we will know that we are systems that are part of a system that is a part of a system that does not end because it has no beginning.

20050709

just let things age

much of the beauty in a flower is that it will fade away... just let things age. there is beauty in roofs and walls of moss and lichen, beauty in the face of a pale old man, spotted, jowly, droopy but bright bright eyed, beauty in his telling of stories of times too long ago for his listeners to remember, beauty when his droopy eyes cloud over in a timeless pause of reminiscence, beauty in his understanding that the world will go on as he folds away his stories, beauty in the strength of his quavering voice as he riles against our modern slavery to dynamism... the old world is not boring. if it has lived its life and loved its thoughts and used them well in whispers to the new world of where to look in its own quest to come of age...

architecture

so why not?

aid?

marinade

chilli oil with shrimp paste. soy sauce. vinegar. lime juice. honey. coriander or chives. tomato puree. fish sauce. monkfish kebabs. marinated. grilled on hot coals.

henri cartier-bresson

i want to be eighty six years old and looking at the world with bright eyes. he was ninety five.

hold that thought

quagmire

grinding down the tarmac in a guzzly four wheel drive i saw the city in the distance wrapped in a pinky-grey haze. my heart fell, spirits dropped and angst welled up so forcibly in me. i am a part of this. bombarded by "london attacks" oldnews bulletins sprayed across the entire spectrum of tv channels like one of them automatic machine guns gone mad on its shaky little pivot. wondering who's really responsible. faulty intelligence again? timed to distract from climate talks? to boost anti-terrorist sentiment? ergo boost invasion ratings? hmmm. wanting to live laugh and learn. despite all this. want to flit around, wander in and out of knowing and not knowing this and that. wanting to always inquire, never rejecting anything that can be known. be open and closed. give many mine ear but few my voice. and...

20050704

broth

olive oil garlic onion capsicum fennel whole fish, chopped tomato water boil simmer strain saffron stir

half full

nevermind the numbness. there is a cat purring in my arms.