Well, I suggest you to listen again to a bit of Bach, Wagner or Pink Floyd, Duke Ellington may make the trick too. This is another absolutely banal repetitive simple chords without any deep on it. Not ugly is true, but nothing at the end. Orwell already talked about this in 1984 by the way.
"I’ve been thinking a great deal recently about how the only way out of our love-affair with the spirit of technicity is through. I’m certain that part of this is making sure we never forget the ghost in the machine is, in fact, us."
As in Donna Haraway's (beautifully put, imo) Cyborg Manifesto...?
We've always had something of a love-hate relationship with technology, right from square one: Icarus and Prometheus and, lately, the Sorcerer's Apprentice. The "problematic" aspects of which reminds me of Leonard Cohen's The Future:
"Things are going to slide (slide) in all directions
The trick there, of course and as you suggested, is not to lose our own souls in "bowing and praying to the Neon God we've made".
Something elaborated on in some cogent detail by one of the progenitors of cybernetics, Norbert Wiener in his "Human Use of Human Beings", the subtext for my own Substack:
I liked this piece, and I appreciated encountering it here. As for your decision, Mary, to never leave the internet, I think I definitely get that: It's a great place for weirdos to unite, and if one has an unusual or quirky interest--one likes making aeolian harps; one wants to discuss the fine points of falconry; or one would like to understand the dual case in Homeric Greek--internetting can really help find others who share those questions or pastimes. Of course, that ability to unite can also be the dark spiny underbelly of the internet as well.
Sometimes it is great to relax and find space to unwind in. French faux poets/pop songwriters seem to be more literate & imaginative, but none of them age well. Remember Têtes Raides and Noirs Désirs
Brian is still in garden … and Ginette … where is Ginette?
I think the abyss is too seriously frightening for such fiction to be anything but shallow and ridiculous.
Well, I suggest you to listen again to a bit of Bach, Wagner or Pink Floyd, Duke Ellington may make the trick too. This is another absolutely banal repetitive simple chords without any deep on it. Not ugly is true, but nothing at the end. Orwell already talked about this in 1984 by the way.
It’s pretty. Enya overtones. I’d try another.
"I’ve been thinking a great deal recently about how the only way out of our love-affair with the spirit of technicity is through. I’m certain that part of this is making sure we never forget the ghost in the machine is, in fact, us."
As in Donna Haraway's (beautifully put, imo) Cyborg Manifesto...?
We've always had something of a love-hate relationship with technology, right from square one: Icarus and Prometheus and, lately, the Sorcerer's Apprentice. The "problematic" aspects of which reminds me of Leonard Cohen's The Future:
"Things are going to slide (slide) in all directions
Won't be nothing (won't be)
Nothing you can measure anymore
The blizzard, the blizzard of the world
Has crossed the threshold
And it's overturned
The order of the soul"
https://www.poetryverse.com/leonard-cohen-poems/the-future
The trick there, of course and as you suggested, is not to lose our own souls in "bowing and praying to the Neon God we've made".
Something elaborated on in some cogent detail by one of the progenitors of cybernetics, Norbert Wiener in his "Human Use of Human Beings", the subtext for my own Substack:
https://humanuseofhumanbeings.substack.com/p/welcome
Nobodies leaving the internet. Everyone is addicted. That's why the techbros are so rich.
Added to my flotation tank playlist ♡
'I’ve been thinking a great deal recently about how the only way out of our love-affair with the spirit of technicity is through'.
'through'...what?
I liked this piece, and I appreciated encountering it here. As for your decision, Mary, to never leave the internet, I think I definitely get that: It's a great place for weirdos to unite, and if one has an unusual or quirky interest--one likes making aeolian harps; one wants to discuss the fine points of falconry; or one would like to understand the dual case in Homeric Greek--internetting can really help find others who share those questions or pastimes. Of course, that ability to unite can also be the dark spiny underbelly of the internet as well.
Sometimes it is great to relax and find space to unwind in. French faux poets/pop songwriters seem to be more literate & imaginative, but none of them age well. Remember Têtes Raides and Noirs Désirs
Brian is still in garden … and Ginette … where is Ginette?
I think the abyss is too seriously frightening for such fiction to be anything but shallow and ridiculous.
Nice. If you like this check out Molly Nilsson.