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Modernism pioneer Le Corbusier’s 1925 plan to demolish and
remake the center of Paris, disposing of the current architecture
in favor of large cruciform towers.
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A thousand years ago, we imagined we
bored could prove the existence of God using the
laws of logic. From there it was a straight
in the city. shot to Descartes’ “I think therefore I
am,” and on to the Enlightenment and
Modernism. Then the logical positivists
Th ere is of the 20th century — freaky, anal
pipsqueaks all — committed one
no long er of the biggest blunders in human
history. They invented the rigorous
and mathematically “exact” science
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all! And in that rude and arrogant
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of the sun. of total destruction.
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We were standing in the street, the shock today had shaken us awake. We could see,
half-way home from the day job and momentarily now, that we were living in the middle of a crisis.
distracted by a good-looking parking cop, when Self-doubt seemed like a form of surrender. Even if it
it happened. It happened. And everything in our meant acting with limited knowledge, we had to do
life – jobs, relationships, pastimes – was instantly something. Shadows were even now spreading across
suspended. It felt as if something beneath us was the streets.
shifting in a fundamental way. From this point on, fear of the imagined future
Yet the feeling was oddly familiar, too. It was would be the foundation of our actions. We would
the same feeling we’d had after running into the have to trust ourselves. We quickly reviewed the facts
babbling hobo in the park, the refugee with the and opinions we had been putting together. Ideas
photo album. The horror was similar, followed by that fell too far outside our norms were dismissed;
empathy: sorrow, hurt, fear. There was a profound the potential consequences were too extreme to
sense of injustice that seemed to demand a response imagine. The most honorable plan seemed to be
somehow deeper, broader, stronger than ever before. to find a middle ground consistent with our past
We scrambled to make some sense of it all. How opinions and actions – it was these, presumably,
were the people around us reacting? Surely they that had led us to our insight in the first place.
had seen what we had seen. Had they experienced Abandoning the pattern of beliefs that had guided us
the same flash of insight? We felt we should speak through life to this point would be self-sabotage.
out, raise the alarm. To fail to condemn this We prioritized. We promptly put aside those
injustice with all of our passion seemed tantamount lingering questions that could take days or even
to surrendering to it, to allowing it to be accepted years to fully explore. We threw out ideas that we
as a customary part of life. knew would isolate us in our community, or that
We imagined, however, that such a primal might get us fired. We simply ignored any insights
reaction would put us in the same category as that required more consideration or baffled our
street-corner preachers and incomprehensible sense of rationality; the most compelling ideas were
protesters. This prompted us to pause. Maybe there those for which there were well-known, pre-existing
was more to this. How, exactly, had this remarkable arguments and easily understood rationales. Internal
event come to pass? cohesion and commitment were vital.
Returning home, we began to consult trusted Even as we moved towards a sense of certainty,
sources – family members, thoughtful friends, however, we felt simultaneously anxious about
our old sociology professor. A favorite newspaper the time it was taking and distraught about the
columnist had some wise words that touched on haste with which we were cutting off our internal
the subject. But what we had experienced was debate. At the same time, other issues – the need
personal; no one could offer a completely adequate to get winter tires on the car, and to feed the
explanation. In fact, our investigations quickly crying baby – began to press in on us. Irritability
complicated matters. It seemed as though the began to outweigh earnestness. We had to figure
possible factors worth considering stretched across this thing out.
the world, arced back through history and reached Finally, we settled on a reaction – or at least a
deep into countless people’s minds. There was even preliminary position. We had a case that we could
a vague intimation that we ourselves could have argue and defend in the coffee room or a letter-
been responsible in some way for the developments to-the-editor; we had a starting point for personal
leading up to what had taken place today. change, maybe a little more volunteer work.
Our thoughts became divided. The difficult At exactly this instant, without confessing it aloud,
process of understanding was weakening our we remembered the astounding openness of our
resolve to rise to the challenge of the moment; at initial reaction, its almost infinite sense of possibility,
the same time, it seemed immoral to act on a fading and saw how quickly we had spiralled into impotence
sense of certainty. We still had a long way to go to and murk.
fully understand all the dimensions of this problem The whole world had changed. And we had
DMYTRO KOZATSKY @KOZATSKY_D at its roots. But how long could we stand around returned to life as usual.
and analyze and re-analyze? We felt as though we’d
been walking around in a dreamworld, and that – Rob Wipond
On November 19, 2005, in the Iraqi town of
Haditha, members of the First Division of the US
Marines massacred twenty-four Iraqi civilians,
including women, children, and elderly people.
After a roadside bomb killed one US soldier and
badly injured two others, marines took five men
from a taxi and executed them in the street. One
marine sergeant, Sanick Dela Cruz, later testified
that he urinated on one of the bodies. The
marines then entered nearby houses and killed the
occupants — nine men, three women, and seven
children. Most of the victims were murdered by
well-aimed shots fired at close range.
The official US press release then falsely claimed
that fifteen of the civilians had been killed by the
roadside bomb and that the marines and their
Iraqi allies had also shot eight “insurgents” who
opened fire on them. These claims were shown
to be lies four months later, when Tim McGirk
published an investigation in Time magazine. When
McGirk initially put the evidence — both video and
eyewitness testimony — to the marines, he was told,
“Well, we think this is all al-Qaeda propaganda.”
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It’s no secret: China is a wasteland when it
comes to the freedom of information. The ruling
Chinese Communist Party (CCP) keeps a tight
grip on everything that can be said, and who can
say it, with a deadly serious policy of censorship.
Dissidents who contravene this policy are swiftly
and decisively punished — made to publicly
renounce allegiances, give forced confessions, and
worse. Across the Great Firewall, the digital bulwark
closing off the Chinese internet from that of the
rest of the world, hundreds of words and phrases
are banned. What’s more, the CCP has its thumb
in every social-media app native to China. Twitter
and Facebook are outlawed, but made-in-China
substitutes are among the most widely used in
the world; meanwhile ByteDance, TikTok’s parent
company, also owns the original, highly popular
Chinese version of the video-sharing platform.
This is all to say that if you, as a hypothetical
citizen of the People’s Republic, so much as try
to make a post containing a forbidden term, it’s
likely to disappear literally before your eyes. That
is, if you don’t disappear first. Welcome to the
epitome of digitally enabled, twenty-first century
totalitarianism. Succumb, or be silenced.
Brazil’s rightward (re)turn under Jair Bolsonaro
came about thanks to South America’s favourite
social-media platform: WhatsApp. With a spate
of vicious disinformation, the former army officer
and congressman drew in legions of followers
on the platform, harnessing their ferocity to
propel him to the presidential palace. Pumped
up with piles of shadowy money, Bolsonaro’s
online campaign ushered in a perilous new
period for the young democracy in which untruth
reigns nearly unconstrained. As another election
approaches this autumn, the risk is that Brazil
has its own January-6th moment. There are
rumblings already that Bolsonaro intends to follow
in the footsteps of his American counterpart by
questioning the integrity of the voting process and
refusing to concede, no matter the outcome. It’s a
fragile situation for the fraught republic, where the
military dictatorship is less than four decades dead
and “corruption” is both a poisonous dog-whistle
and a perennial reality. WhatsApp, despite do-good
promises, is still fumbling to staunch the spread of
lies. Meanwhile the capture of the country’s mental
environment is proceeding unhindered. In the
words of Brazilian journalist Patricia Campos Mello,
“It’s like a slow-motion coup” — and no one is quite
able to stop it.
First the junta took over of the flow of information.
Then it took over the country. Officers of Myanmar’s
army took out the phone lines, the TV stations, and
finally the internet. They rounded up members of the
National League for Democracy (NLD) mere months
after it won a majority in parliament (which previously
shared power with the military) and just one day before
elected representatives were to be sworn in. Among
those jailed were President Win Myint and State
Counsellor Aung San Suu Kyi, the legitimate civilian
leaders of the country. Three NLD party officials
died while in the custody of police. Thousands
more have been arrested, and hundreds killed, in
crackdowns on dissent since the coup d’état of
February 1, 2021. Crucially, it all took place while
under cover of social-media darkness. Facebook,
Instagram, WhatsApp, and later Twitter were shut
down during the height of the repression, stifling
efforts to organize protests as well as appeals
for condemnation abroad. When things came
back online, distrust and disinformation spread
like chickenpox. Accounts nominally belonging
to NLD officials were suspected of being hijacked
by the junta. None of it would be out of keeping
with the military’s practice of sowing hate
and lies online, often translating to homicidal
violence — not least against the Rohingya people.
Until the next heave for freedom, democracy in
Myanmar remains offline.
Alongside an explosion in the use of smartphones
came a veritable mushroom-cloud of murderous
disinformation. In just a handful of years, India has
become the country with the largest number of
Facebook users in the world, at over 300 million and
counting; WhatsApp has seen a similarly massive surge
in uptake. From the start, the conditions were ripe for
malign interests to make quick work of the chaos.
Indians on Facebook use 20 of the country’s 22 official
languages to communicate with one another, only
half of which the platform monitors for false information.
Limited familiarity with the digital world also means that few
have the resources to make sense of the muddle of truth
and lies. This all has proved a boon to religious extremists,
many of whom hold significant cachet with mainstream
political parties — not least PM Narendra Modi’s Hindu-
nationalist Bharatiya Janata Party (BJP). In recent years,
tensions within Indian society have spilled over into
sectarian conflict with greater ease thanks to social media.
In the weeks leading up to the Delhi riots of 2020, for
example, when street violence led to the deaths of three
dozen Muslims and over a dozen Hindus,
the incidence of “inflammatory content” —
hateful rhetoric — shot up to three times
above normal, according to an internal report
from Facebook. Much of the strife plays into
the hands of the BJP, for which online threats
of bloodshed have the power to intimidate
its critics into silence. With social media as
its mouthpiece, the BJP is a step away from
remaking the country in its image: bullying,
intolerant, and verging on fascist.
Viewers of Soviet television must have known
something was up when, in the summer of
1991, regular programming was interrupted
by a performance of Swan Lake. Hardline
communists had kidnapped the reformist leader
Mikhail Gorbachev and launched a coup d’état —
developments too embarrassing to mention on state
TV. Days later the coup had failed and Gorbachev
was freed, but by the new year the collapse of the
Soviet Union was complete. It was in reference to
this moment that, in March of this year, the news
channel Dozhd (a.k.a. TV Rain) — among the last
independent outlets in Putin’s Russia — broadcast a
film of Tchaikovsky’s celebrated ballet on YouTube
before calling it quits. The station had already been
smeared by the Kremlin as a purveyor of “deliberately
false information” for covering the invasion of
Ukraine critically, and its editors forced to register as
“foreign agents” as part of a wider effort to discredit
dissidence. Many of its staff had fled the country out
of fear not only for their jobs but for their safety. Then,
two days before it went offline, access to TV Rain and
its social media was set to be throttled on the orders
of Russia’s prosecutor general. Why? In an absurd
twist of truth again calling back to Soviet times, the
channel was accused of “calling for extremist activity”
and fomenting “violence” — this for taking a staunchly
anti-war stance. TV Rain is far from alone. Since the
start of the invasion, a government-led crackdown
on its opponents, both on the airwaves and online,
has all but strangled an already stifling environment
for free expression. Yet the message, along with its
champions, remains resilient: in June, having escaped
Putin’s grasp and relocated to Latvia, TV Rain began to
stream once more.
The Israeli state and its media toadies want you to forget
about, to never think about, to lose the ability even to
fathom the humanity of Palestinians — except, that is, as a
uniform mass of foamy-mouthed terrorists. For the most
part, social-media platforms are all too happy to go along
with it. When longstanding residents of Sheikh Jarrah, a
Palestinian neighbourhood in occupied East Jerusalem,
faced forcible removal at the hands of Israeli authorities
last May, for example, the likes of Instagram, Facebook,
and Twitter swiftly censored the outcry. On Instagram,
images and videos were flagged, posts removed, accounts
disabled, and hashtags suppressed, all under the guise of
“content moderation.” The Facebook group “Save Sheikh
Jarrah” was taken down for “going against community
standards.” Meanwhile, Twitter attributed the
suspension of an account belonging to the Palestinian
journalist Mariam Barghouti to an unexplained “error.”
But it’s not just social-media execs: the wider Western
mainstream is, as a rule, eager to toe the Israeli line.
A telling instance involves the killing of Shireen Abu
Akleh, champion of the Palestinian cause and veteran
correspondent for Al Jazeera. By the time word of
her murder got out — which took place in May, as
Abu Akleh was reporting on an Israeli Defence Forces
(IDF) raid on a Palestinian city in the occupied West
Bank — the waters were already muddied. Despite
much evidence to the contrary, the IDF claimed the
fatal bullet may well have been fired from a Palestinian
weapon. Major media outlets consistently parroted this
falsehood, until independent probes by the UN as well
as the historically pro-Israel New York Times found it
baseless, both concluding that Abu Akleh had been
shot in the head by an IDF soldier. Israeli institutions
have yet to relent and admit responsibility. Yet this
should come as no surprise. After all, the basis for 75
years of occupation, oppression, and apartheid rests on
just such an evasion of accountability, repeated again
and again. And again.
Readers in the US: How often do you watch Fox News?
If you find yourself anywhere left of centre, the answer is
likely never. This typifies the unbridgeable gulf dividing
the two hemispheres not only of American opinion but of
American reality. Each half operates according to its own
logic, its own facts, its own truth: right is right, and left is
left, “and never the twain shall meet,” as old Rudy once said.
But the danger in letting the tension between these two
sealed-off, mutually hostile worlds mount unchecked is that
it risks snapping — and with explosive violence, bringing
down democratic society along with it. “Without facts, you
can’t have truth. Without truth, you can’t have trust,” said
journalist and Nobel Peace Prize laureate Maria Ressa.
“Without these, we have no shared
space and democracy is a dream.”
It’s an outcome becoming less
unthinkable with each passing day.
What’s more, given the scale of the
planetary endgame looming before
us, there’s little hope for survival if
history’s guiltiest culprit is caught
up in consuming itself in endless
culture wars, leaving survival (let
alone democracy) to the realm of
dreams and fantasy. If we’re going
to have a shot at making it through
the climate emergency alive, the
American people will have to
reprioritize — even re-sanctify — the
ultimate shared space: the earth
beneath our feet, the very sky above
our heads. It all starts with getting
back to what really matters: truth,
lies, and the prospect of extinction.
— Staff
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— Jia Tolentino
SILVIA VIANA
In a moment of silence, someone cleared his throat.
Sloane repeated the lines, his voice becoming flat, his
own again.
TY VALLIES
— from Stoner by John Williams
In 1926,
an Irish designer named Eileen Gray built a shiplike villa
on the south coast of France that drove the famed architect
Le Corbusier wild. Corbu had declared that a house was “a
machine to live in,” but Gray thought, No: a house is a person’s
shell, a skin, and should respond to how she lives. To start
designing, she studied how she and her housekeeper moved
through the day and made diagrams of their motions and those
of the sun to reveal natural patterns—loops in the kitchen,
deep lines by the windows, meanders through the living room.
The house she then built on rocks by the sea expressed this
organic choreography. A mouthlike entry pulled you
in; screens and mirrors unfolded from walls; windows
and shutters opened in all directions for the right air,
light, or view. On plans she drew lines showing how
you could move, look, and live in this house: natural
pathways transformed to design.
It all sounds wild and chaotic, and yet, for impossible not to consider the effects of every
many of us, oddly familiar as well. Under the personal action on the global community and
pressure of stress, despair or confusion, more future generations.
and more of us are peering over the brink of Often, the end result is confusion. But
breakthroughs of this type. Grof suggests it’s rather than growing depressed or anxious
“archetypal” – as the human crisis deepens, or paralyzed by it, revelatory explorers tend
our consciousness tries to promote healing by to become irrepressible skeptics. For them,
uncovering repressed truths. no moral perspective, dominating mood or
We resist the shift: Who wants to lose their intellectual conclusion can pass for absolute
grip on everyday life? We dread an exile from “fact” or “objective truth” very easily, or for
so-called “consensus reality,” imagining long. Revelation is a radical deconstruction
an impoverished, eternal loneliness of of the senses of self and reality. It allows
insanity. But in fact, those who’ve gone all entirely different impulses to influence your
the way down the rabbit hole of epiphany actions; it shortens the distance to spontaneity
come back with a view of a world that has and authenticity.
truly and profoundly changed. Grof alone As long as revolutionaries have existed, they’ve
has compiled records from thousands of sought ways to fundamentally change how people
such people. Without any coercion, the think and see the world. Frustrated, they fall
overwhelming majority emerge with a back on reform: the attempt to persuade people
non-violent attitude, reverence for nature, to follow prescriptions for change. Consciously
anti-materialistic values, a keen interest in or not, most people resist. But when someone’s
spiritualism (though not organized religion), whole sense of reality shifts – say, when they
a holistic approach to health, and an intense realize that death is closer than they had allowed
desire for social change. themselves to think – radical new decisions
Why? Because one common effect of these come effortlessly.
non-ordinary states is pure awe. Even a The First World is a culture preparing for
faint glimpse beyond the spectacle and into revelation. We are watching, alarmed, as rips
the vastness of existence transforms into appear in the fabric of our reality. At the same
breathtaking experiential reality. This almost time, we are quick to forget, ignore, or send in
invariably creates deep humility before the reinforcements. How many are ready to step
infinite complexity of nature. Unsurpassed through the hole?
levels of compassion emerge from the
intimate identification with other people, — Rob Wipond
creatures and things. Visceral immersion in
the entire human collective makes it almost
ESTHER SWEENEY
In early 2020,
as the pandemic shut down the world and drove
everyone deeper into cyberspace, word began to spread
online about a massive and sinister cover-up. One that
ought to have every every freedom-loving American
very afraid. Had you heard? Birds aren’t real. Those
feathered things in the sky are actually government
surveillance drones. The CIA wiped out all the real birds
in a secret military mission starting in the Sixties, and
replaced the birds with bots to spy on Americans. They
assassinated Kennedy because he refused to go along
with it. You wanna go deeper? How much time ya got?
The whistleblower remained in the shadows until
the New York Times finally smoked him out – a very un-
Deep Throat-ish twentysomething graphic designer from
Memphis named Peter McIndoe. Soon the young truth-
teller was appearing on nightly news programs looking
like a latter-day Abbie Hoffman: bed-headed, unshaved,
t-shirt and jeans. He had the air of someone who got a
phone call and had ten seconds to flee the premises.
Speaking softly, torquing up the sense of menace, he laid
out the whole conspiracy in granular detail. How birds
were systematically killed with poison gas launched from
high-altitude bombers over Area 51. If he met skepticism,
he doubled down. Online, believers leapt to his defense,
eager to unmask the inquisitors as part of the real
conspiracy: “This is a psyop to discredit the Birds Aren’t
Real movement,” one poster on Twitter put it.
Meanwhile, over in the UK, another merry prankster was
spreading FUD on the streets of Birmingham. Foka Wolf — a shadowy
public artist in the Banksy mold (identity unknown; m.o.: in-and-out-
before the wheatpaste dries). Unlike Banksy’s, his creations aren’t visual
poems; they’re straight-up visual bullshit. Wolf is an apostle of the post-
truth apocalypse, just like McIndoe. For these artists, misinformation is
their currency and their canvas.
isn’t new because the doubt, many of us have lost the muscle to critically appraise the
messages that hit us — especially if they look official. “People
jam mers have changed. will believe anything if it’s packaged and polished a certain way,”
Foka Wolf told a filmmaker. “That really troubles me.”
Jamming is an edge activity, by definition. But there is
It’s new becaus e always the chance that if the conditions are right — the center
— Bruce Grierson
BIRTH OF A NEW
PROTEST VIBE:
WE GO DEEPER
SHIFT PARADIGMS
HEAVE
CULTURES
SPARK
REVOLUTIONS
WILLIAM DAVIES
Up from the grassroots come the three kinds of
people who make every revolution go.
First, a few free spirits start breaking their
old patterns, embracing what they love (and
in the process discovering what they hate),
daydreaming, questioning, rebelling.
And their energy is so damn infectious that a
second group is naturally drawn in. And this bigger
group, the champions, doubles down on what’s
happening, and they add new gestures, shaping
this new narrative, unencumbered by history.
And now the third group jumps in. They are the
superspreaders. And the meme goes viral.
WILLIAM DAVIES
JOEY
MALB
ON
Every Friday we go rogue.
We claim a People’s Day . . .
opt out of the world system.
Kids bug out of school.
Office workers don’t report.
Mechanics lay down their wrenches.
College students fan out
into the cities.
We jump the wall and
head to open sea.
It read:
ACTI ON IS THE ANTIDOTE
to DESPAIR
And in that second I thought, “Fuck yeah!
Of course it is!”
That was an epiphany moment. A good protest
sign has the power to change your mood from
dreary to delighted. And it might just change the
right person's mind.
Giggl e and snor t and
cack le and howl and
chuc kle and huff
and puff and grin;
and blow the hous e
down .
— Honey Badge r
BRUNO BARBEY
To find a form
that accommodates
the mess,
that is
the task of the
artist now.
JOEY MALBON
JOEY MALBON
JOEY MALBON
JOEY MALBON
JOEY MALBON
For peo ple
who want
their str aight lines
to be straight,
life itse lf
is the problem.
VLAD CIOPLEA
I was knee-deep in a documentary
on the global economy for Canada’s National
Film Board, gallivanting around interviewing
the world’s most esteemed economists and
growing more disillusioned by the day. The
economists claimed they’d discovered laws
within their discipline as solid as the laws
of physics. We can micromanage growth,
engineer prosperity and keep the economy
humming with few or no ill effects, they said.
It was such arrogant bullshit. And Hazel literacy rates and the health of children are better
called them on it. indications of whether a country is thriving than
She wasn’t an economist herself; her GDP — which also glosses over the damage, the
husband was. After years of breathing his “externalities,” left in the system’s wake. JFK
and his colleagues’ second-hand smoke at was swayed by her message. A year after meeting
dinner parties, she knew where these boys with Hazel, Kennedy on the campaign trail had
were messing up. They were tallying the this to say about the GDP:
wrong numbers, recommending the wrong “It measures neither our wit nor our courage,
paths, and relying on models that bore neither our wisdom nor our learning, neither our
only a passing resemblance to how people compassion nor our devotion to our country. It
really behaved and the world really worked. measures everything, in short, except that which
Neoclassical economics, she said, was “a makes life worthwhile.”
form of brain damage.” The sustainable alternative model Hazel
Few listened to her — at least at first. proposed — based on renewable energy sources
Because she was just “a housewife,” standing and biomimicry — was so ahead of its time that
outside the clubhouse, listening through the the old guard couldn’t even see it over the curve
keyhole. (Of course that’s often the best place of the horizon.
to be. You know what’s going on, but you Hazel could have been, maybe should have
didn’t drink the Kool-Aid.) been, the Jane Jacobs of economics. Jacobs, too,
J.K. Galbraith cast a longer shadow, out was uncredentialed and dismissed as a mere
there with her on the Left, but he wasn’t homemaker meddling in the old boys’ network
nearly as radical. To me, Hazel was the of urban planning, favoring such nonsense as
first person who truly drove home the diversity and locally driven solutions.
idea that economists were mis-measuring The two women had this in common too: they
progress. Gross Domestic Product (GDP) talked of the coming of a New Dark Age if we
as the master metric? Come on. Things like don’t get our shit together.
— Kalle Lasn
Suzi Gablik was never one
for straight lines. As a collagist, she took
pieces from everywhere and synthesized
them into a greater whole, an aesthetic
metaphor for ecology and her vision of
collective abundance.
Gablik was one of those visionaries who are
dismissed in the prime of creative life. Their of communities. This was the 80s: the decade
work vilified as too deviant, too radical, where art suddenly became more valuable than
too extreme for the mainstream to handle. stock market trades. The artistic elite of the
But then they die, and suddenly they’re time did not care for this hippie intellectual
the future. Obituaries line up to describe more concerned with the world as a whole than
their worldly contributions with the fervor money or fame.
of a disciple. As a Taoist she saw herself more as a speck of
Gablik fluttered around New York and dust than as a towering rock star. She wrote of
London’s art scenes in the 70s and 80s, “a new kind of art that can help realize needed
before eschewing the plastic world of modern change in the world.”
art for the soft Appalachian mountains. She told an interviewer in 2007, “Our primary
During her wild and colorful life, she task at this point is to come out of denial and
lived in René Magritte’s attic for a year, bear witness. To really confront the sheer
describing him in her first book as “the son deadliness of our present circumstances. It’s a
of boredom.” moot point as far as what the human race can
Despite never making it big, Gablik do about all this now, since too many genies
stuck to her convictions, railing against are out of the bottle and we can’t put them
the commercialization and exploitation back in. The human race has proven itself to be
of the art industry in her 1984 book, deeply dysfunctional.”
Has Modernism Failed? In contrast to the ruthless secularism of the
In it, she called for the moral rearmament time, she delved into apocalyptic mysteries on a
of the artist. She longed for a rejection of blog site dedicated to her alligator muse, Virgil.
scientific rationalism and a revival of the Her last book, a memoir titled Living the Magical
ritualistic, the primordial, the divine. She Life was a step too far for mainstream publishing,
rebelled against modernism’s straight line and, like her first book, wasn’t published until
thinking by embracing tradition. She wrote, years later. But rejection from the establishment
“modern art has always implied a loss of did little to dim her spark.
craft, a fall from grace, a fraud or a hoax.” “When you learn to stop struggling and
Her vision of art as social practice was in do nothing, everything is possible,” she said.
stark opposition to the modernist construct “Submit, surrender, become an embodiment of
of art as radically individualistic. She the feminine principle. Don’t assume you know
wanted to liberate art from economics and the right answer in advance. We are simply part
consumerism, to become essential to the life of the vaster design that is unfolding.”
— Chiara Milford
I am waiting for my case to come up
and I am waiting
for a rebirth of wonder
and I am waiting for someone
to really discover America
and wail
and I am waiting
for the discovery
of a new symbolic western frontier
and I am waiting
for the American Eagle
to really spread its wings
and straighten up and fly right
and I am waiting
for the Age of Anxiety
to drop dead
and I am waiting
for the war to be fought
which will make the world safe
for anarchy
and I am waiting
for the final withering away
of all governments
and I am perpetually awaiting
a rebirth of wonder
I am waiting for the Second Coming I am waiting for the Great Divide to be crossed
and I am waiting and I am anxiously waiting
for a religious revival for the secret of eternal life to be discovered
to sweep thru the state of Arizona by an obscure general practitioner
and I am waiting and I am waiting
for the Grapes of Wrath to be stored for the storms of life
and I am waiting to be over
for them to prove and I am waiting
that God is really American to set sail for happiness
and I am waiting and I am waiting
to see God on television for a reconstructed Mayflower
piped onto church altars to reach America
if only they can find with its picture story and tv rights
the right channel sold in advance to the natives
to tune in on and I am waiting
and I am waiting for the lost music to sound again
for the Last Supper to be served again in the Lost Continent
with a strange new appetizer in a new rebirth of wonder
and I am perpetually awaiting
a rebirth of wonder
—L
awrence Ferlinghetti, “I Am Waiting” from
A Coney Island of the Mind
After a few hundred thousand years,
as the universe continued to expand and
cool, the first neutral atoms formed and
a great darkness began, broken perhaps a
billion years later by the appearance of
the first stars. These pioneers are thought
to have been much more massive than their
descendants in today’s night sky, each
several hundred times the mass of the Sun.
They would have been short-lived, as the
enormous temperatures at their cores drove
nuclear fusion fast enough to exhaust their
reserves of fuel in less than a million
years, finally exploding in brilliant
supernovae. Extreme conditions during the
explosion would have stimulated further
nuclear reactions, producing carbon,
oxygen and a rich variety of other
elements which, scattered throughout
a nascent galaxy by the power of the
explosion, were incorporated into
subsequent generations of stars. Though
their lives were brief and their existence
solitary, with perhaps just one forming
per galaxy, the first stars have a long
legacy. The Sun, the Solar System and the
Earth, not to mention our bodies and much
of what we see around us, probably include
material that was produced in the dramatic
death of the Milky Way’s first star.
SPL/BARCROFT MEDIA
The questions of God
– meaning in Milton’s phrase “The
god who hung the stars like lamps in
heaven” – I don’t think psychedelics
can address that definitively, but
there is another god, a goddess, the
goddess of biology, the goddess of
the coherent animal human world, the
world of the oceans, the atmosphere,
and the planet. In short, our
world! The world that we were born
into, that we evolved into, and
that we came from. That world, the
psychedelics want to connect us up
to… Our individuality, as people
and as a species, is an illusion of
bad language that the psychedelics
dissolve into the greater feeling
of connectedness that underlies
our being here, and to my mind
that’s the religious impulse. It’s
not a laundry list of moral dos
and don’ts, or a set of dietary
prescriptions or practices:
it’s a sense of connectedness,
responsibility for our fellow
human beings and for the
earth you walk around on, and
because these psychedelics
come out of that plant
vegetable matrix they are the
way back into it.
- Terrance McKenna
MOLLY SAMPSON
Maybe over the
nex t thousand
years
we will
learn not to
fear the
other?
ROBERT MAPPLETHORPE