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Out of Darkness Floods the Light

An English Landscape (American Surveillance Base near Harrogate, Yorkshire artwork

TREVOR PAGLEN: TYPICAL ENGLISH LANDSCAPE

Tomorrow morning, users of a London tube station will witness the launch of an important new installation by artist Trevor Paglen, whose brave geography of black sites and other official invisibles disrupts the ignorant passivity required by the ever-expanding global surveillance state, and renders into light that which exists to render into darkness:

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Given the prevailing fashion for conceptually opaque art works, generating press releases that can be deciphered only by a tiny handful of pomo mandarins, Paglen’s explanation for this exceptional aesthetic-empirical work, as given in a recent interview, is refreshingly lucid and direct:

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THE SALT PIT

THE SALT PIT: DESERT OBSCURITY BROUGHT BACK INTO THE SUN

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WHERE'S THE REAPER?

DRONE ZONE IN RED: WHERE’S THE REAPER?

Unsurprisingly, Paglen goes on to trace the genesis of his shadowland geography back to the events of 9/11, and the US response:

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We are reminded of the interview on 9/16 with Dick Cheney, as he “carefully” (and oh so smugly) hints at his future as a war criminal:

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ENTRANCE TO THE SOUL OF DICK CHENEY

ENTRANCE TO THE SOUL OF DICK CHENEY

An excellent forensic discussion of the geography of state secrecy and deception, with specific trackings and tracings performed by Paglen himself, can be found by clicking the below image; if you ever had any doubt that state paranoia always ends in lunacy, we recommend close viewing. Finally, his perception that we are in the midst of a massive cultural shift from a visual regime of representation to an operational regime where the visual is actually a totally invisible data stream strikes us as immensely important, and not just for the art world.

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Silent Spring

We write today in praise of a recent project by Chris Jordan and Rebecca Clark: an extraordinary collaborative photograph, Silent Spring, the most recent addition to Jordan’s  “Running the Numbers” series. The photograph is based on an absolutely stunning series of Clark’s drawings:

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CLICK TO FLY INTO SILENT SPRING

The linked report from Defenders of Wildlife deserves careful study in its entirety; we excerpt only the opening paragraphs:

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The entire text for Rachel Carson’s Fable for Tomorrow is available here. Rebecca Clark, whose initials underscore a close kindred relationship with the Carson worldview, describes her work as follows:

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The Ship of Theseus

WHOSE BOAT DOES THIS FLOAT?

WHOSE BOAT DOES THIS FLOAT?

A correspondent in Germany, knowing of our interest in the post-mortem market for celebrity body parts, has alerted us to an exhibition at the ZKM Media Museum in Karlsruhe, featuring an installation by  Diemut Strebe titled Sugababe. On her own website, Strebe writes:

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Thus the Sugababe app/ears…

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The ear was grown in Boston, at Brigham and Women’s Hospital, and is apparently impervious to mental illness. Enter the ancient paradox of the Ship of Theseus, floating down the estuary of Heraclitus, somewhere beyond Boston Harbor:

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TALK TO ME, BABY

TALK TO ME, BABY

Interestingly, the opening for Sugababe coincided in both time and space with a lecture by Noam Chomsky on US foreign policy. We wonder if Noam had a private little chat with Sugababe?

ALL EARS FOR CHOMSKY

ALL EARS FOR CHOMSKY

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EN ROUTE TO AN IDENTITY CRISIS

EN ROUTE TO AN IDENTITY CRISIS


Deep Time

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A faithful correspondent recently reminded us of the writings of philosopher Joanna Macy, particularly her thoughts on the need to retrieve a deeper, slower sense of time, if we are to have any chance whatsoever of surviving the suicidal and ecocidal implications of the terminal-velocity anthropocene:

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There is no better place to contemplate and embody the rhythms of deep time than the Appalachian Trail, where we were reminded of our transient insignificance with every climb through the densely wooded moraine.

Humans are designed to be walkers; walking moves through time and space at a speed we can handle. The lethal anthropocene remakes us as sedentary finger twitchers, and the DP staff is not excluded from this fate. Yet over the past weeks, we definitely reconnected to the earth and to the night sky, and we return to our desks lighter in both flesh and spirit – released from old fears, and in awe of our larger story.

Along the way we connected to that remarkable community of fellow walkers, with trail names such as Triple Canopy, Firefly, Honey Badger, Fusion and Goat Girl. Their resilience and open embrace of life revives our conviction that there is a viable path towards the future, if only we can find the courage and the will to slow down, breathe deeply and love every step, even when the toes are screaming.

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Face the Music

NAIL (LEFT) AND HAMMER (RIGHT)

NAIL AND HAMMER

If you are a hammer, everything looks like a nail, and so it goes for the spectacularly inept John Kerry, who continues to publicly bludgeon his own thumbs while posing as our country’s top diplomat. A man who once had the moral courage to take a principled stand against the Vietnam war now finds himself blurting forth nonsense such as this:

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We are relieved to see the appropriately outraged response from Daniel Ellsberg himself:

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It is John Kerry and other paper patriots who need to man up and face the music: for years, in the name of “security”, agencies of the US government have been shredding the constitution, undermining the rule of law and eviscerating US moral standing on the world stage.

The damage from such massive violations of our own most deeply held values will be felt for decades to come; as for the “damage” inflicted by Edward Snowden, well, the documentation for such alleged damage looks something like this:

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In a few more days, the entire DP crew shall stand upon the summit of Mt. Greylock:

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We face the music, and stumble ever onwards into the mist!

 


Those Fabulous Dragon’s Teeth

Peter Linebaugh: We have the World to gain, the Earth to recuperate.

PETER LINEBAUGH: WE HAVE THE WORLD TO GAIN, THE EARTH TO RECUPERATE

On brief respite from our northerly peregrinations along the spine of the glacial moraine, we take note of an exceptionally timely “swan-honk”, sounding forth from the rich voice of historian Peter Linebaugh. The full text is worth careful consideration; we excerpt below the opening paragraphs, that focus on the transformation of American universities into “fog factories” and debt machines, beholden to their corporate masters.

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The Milton reference descends from the story of Cadmus, the carrier of literacy and civilization, and his slaying of a dragon that had been guarding an enchanted spring. Cadmus pierced the dragon’s heart by way of its throat and then, following the commands of an airborne voice, planted half of the dragon’s teeth. From each tooth sprang a warrior from the soil, five of whom would join Cadmus in the construction of Thebes.

Peter Linebaugh has planted numerous dragon’s teeth of his own over the course of his distinguished (however devalued) career as a historian “from below”, in the tradition of E.P. Thompson:  The London Hanged, (with Marcus Rediker) The Many-Headed Hydra: the Hidden History of the Revolutionary Atlantic and Magna Carta Manifesto. His essay on the history of May Day is included in Serpents in the Garden. His latest book is Stop Thief! The Commons, Enclosures and Resistance.

An excellent interview regarding the legal and cultural legacy of Magna Carta dates from 2009, yet every word remains relevant five years later. Though he may have retired from the Fog Factory of Toledo, we are hopeful that Peter Linebaugh has a few more teeth to sow.

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Heavy Footprints

A faithful DP reader has alerted us to a graphic that speaks, well, millions of tons about the current state of affairs here on groaning earth:

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Former NASA roboticist Randall Munroe extracted relevant data from Vaclav Smil’s invaluable The Earth’s Biosphere: Evolution, Dynamics, and Change to create the above all too telling visualization of Earth’s land mammals (humans at the heavy heart of the matter) by weight.

On that note, beginning on Sunday morning, the entire editorial and support staff for DP will set forth from Harpers Ferry on the Appalachian Trail, hiking in a generally northerly direction. Thus postings may be as scarce as wild animals, for the next several weeks.

We intend to pack light, or even ultralight, and hope to shed a few pounds from the above graphic, over the course of five hundred miles or so. We also intend to leave no trace of our passing, save for a few random jottings in shelter journals.

Lastly, we intend to sing along with the Rising Appalachia, as we occupy the AT:

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From Data Stream the Delusions

Every now and then, we stumble quite innocently across sentences that reveal a level of philosophical, historical and cultural vacuity so abysmal that we are left dumbstruck; we sit very still in complete silence for a few long minutes, eyes squeezed shut, and hope that the sentences will go away. Alas, they never do.

So it was, early this morning, when we came across two quotes in an article about the disappearance of urban anonymity, written by the always interesting Quentin Hardy in the “Bits” blog of the New York Times. Hardy brings a man named David Friedberg into the mix; the CEO of a data mining company named Climate Corporation, bought last year by Monsanto.

Mr. Friedberg is, unsurprisingly, an enthusiastic pom pom boy for data aggregation, above all in the “agricultural space”. The Climate Corp. business model is simple: hoodwink farmers into “sharing” their data with Monsanto, and then cram all sorts of toxic products down their throats.

The sentences that make us fear that our dim view of the future for the human species may be wildly optimistic read as follows:

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A VERY SWEET MAN

JFQ: SUCH A SWEET MAN

Monsanto was founded in 1901 by a man named John Francis Queeney with capital provided by the Coca Cola company, holder of one of the most closely guarded industrial secrets in the history of commercial brands. Coca Cola was also Monsanto’s first major customer, purchasing vast quantities of the artificial sweetener still known as Saccharin.

In time, the company would become the single largest global producer of immensely profitable PCBs, while simultaneously launching a sustained campaign to keep certain data secret, in truth asking the public to accept the safety of Monsanto products on faith. This pattern has been repeated so many times that it surely qualifies as the company’s core competence. Towards the ends of such “empowerment”, Mr. Friedberg and his technologically enhanced miners contribute their pungent loads of ore.

A concise yet copiously documented history of Monsanto’s talent for twisting data into manufactured truth can be found here.

PYRAMID SCHEME

PYRAMID SCHEME

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Greed, once unleashed, works in mysterious ways, and it may well become the case that the nature of the data mine will eventually wipe out all the miners. Such is the implication of another excellent entry to the “Bits” blog, this one contributed by Nick Bilton, who investigates the use of bots to distort the digital data mine. Consider the bot-maker Swenzy, and its own cheerfully amoral CEO, who wishes to be identified only as Simon Z.:

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ON THE PATH TO A MORE TRUTHFUL SOCIETY


One Cipher More

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IN THE CRUX OF SOLITUDE: 1927-2014

In his Nobel lecture (1982), with all the gracious elegance and fearless depth that makes his voice so absolutely essential to our times, Gabriel García Márquez confronted the western literary class with the lethal hypocrisies of its own Latin projections. Knowing that the most fantastic tales belong not to fiction but to lived history, he began the lecture with a reminder that the celebrated magical aspect of Latin American realism actually descends from the early days of European perceptual invention:

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Living inside the long and ongoing history of such fantastic mythic confabulations, how can real lives be made credible? Such is the nature of what García Márquez refers to as the “crux” of Latin American solitude, a crux that exacts a heavy price. For during those very same years when the “originality” (a word carefully chosen) of Latin American literature was endlessly lauded and emulated throughout Europe and North America, Latin American political autonomy was being brutally suppressed:

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The scale of solitude replicates into the scales of violence, murder and exile, an exile most often sought inside the same “safe zones” in Europe and North America where the projectors of Latin fantasy and subjugation were kept well oiled, brightly burning. We cannot help but wonder how many well-trousered bums squirmed in their seats on that occasion, while García Márquez calmly provided a few statistical details:

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As the great poet of mnemonic echo chambers and other haunted spaces, García Márquez was well aware of others – Mann, Neruda, Faulkner- who had stood at the Nobel lectern, “on a day like today,” —

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In 1950, Faulkner (for whom García Márquez felt a special affinity) had spoken at his own Nobel banquet, in such a way that makes it seem as if he had been present to hear García Márquez in 1982, just moments before:

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And so it has been, through the immortal and inexhaustible voice of Gabriel García Márquez, who wrote of himself in words that may well serve as an epitaph:  “ … this roving and nostalgic Colombian is but one cipher more, singled out by fortune.

One cipher more; one cipher in search of an opposite utopia; off the crux, free from the solitude. A roving cipher that becomes one with infinity.


Completely Destroyed

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Should anyone still be baffled by the utter collapse of USA moral authority in the dark world of global politics, we recommend a close reading of a recent report submitted by a noted forensic psychiatrist, Dr. Emily Keram, as part of a renewed effort to secure the release of Shaker Aamer, a British resident still being held at Guantanamo Bay without charge, despite having been cleared for release for the past seven years. Below, we focus on quotes from Shaker Aamer himself, as he describes his experience of torture at the Bagram detention facility to Dr. Keram:

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As we have proposed elsewhere, torture is not a means of acquiring intelligence; torture is a teaching delivered by the powerful, to destroy utterly any semblance of subjective identity, agency and autonomy. As Mr. Aamer tells Dr. Keram,

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Systems of torture are constantly in the process of refinement, with humans serving as laboratory animals inside the behavioral maze. How does this differ from the monstrous activities of the Nazi doctors? Even kindness is refashioned as an implement for inflicting deep psychic damage:

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THE MARRIAGE OF REASON AND SQUALOR

THE MARRIAGE OF REASON AND SQUALOR

From Bagram and Kandahar, Mr. Aamer was then taken to further indefinite detainment at Guantanamo Bay, where the complicity of medical personnel became ever more perverse:

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Will that also be our defense, when we are finally held accountable for these actions? That we were possessed by evil djinn? In the attempted destruction of human beings like Shaker Aamer, we have also destroyed ourselves.