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The Iceberg Waits

FLY ME TO THE MOON

Now comes iron ore magnate Clive Palmer, and his plans to construct an exact replica of the RMS Titanic. The name rang a faint bell for us here at DP; then we remembered that this very same Clive Palmer suggested not long ago that Greenpeace had been funded by the CIA to destroy the Australian mining industry.

About his Titanic plans, a buoyant Mr. Palmer says:

Not a fairground ride, yet:

And what about the lifeboats?

SHOW BOAT IN COLD WATER

Though designed in Europe, the boat will be built in China, presumably using iron from Mr. Palmer’s mines. So why has the unsinkable billionaire chosen this particular vehicle into which to sink his fortune?

And finally:

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In The Eighteenth Brumaire of Louis Napoleon, Karl Marx wrote:

We suggest that when tragedy strikes the first time, history is then able, upon repetition or replication, to proceed directly to farce. Enter Mr. Clive Palmer, for his character-defining dialogue with an iceberg.

SHOW STOPPER


Marfa Lights

Among the very few artists/writers addressing issues of security architecture, surveillance and the weaponization of communications airspace, we find Charles Stankievech of particular interest. His new installation “cleanses the air” in the vicinity of Marfa, Texas – with its own complex art historical resonance.

Below, a description of the installation taken directly from the press release, followed by a dialogue with the artist; a lengthy post for DP readers, justified by the importance of this brilliant and timely work.

DP:     Can you give a brief exposition of your work north of the US border with Canada, and how that leads in both logical and unexpected ways to Marfa?

CS:     I’m interested in extremes—mainly because exceptions to the rule usually tell us what is paradoxically at the heart of an ideology.  People love to tout the “American Dream”, but exceptions/prohibitions/extremes often tell us more what a culture shares and is defined by.  As a result, I’ve spent a lot of time over the years looking at outpost architecture and military infrastructure.  It might not tell us much directly about the everyday citizen but it sure reveals a lot about the values maintained to protect the culture—or at least those in control of the culture.

The first window into this mechanics I discovered doing site visits, researching archives and producing work about the Cold War’s DISTANT EARLY WARNING (DEW) Line in the Arctic which was created as a bilateral defense infrastructure to protect continental USA from Soviet attacks.  As a result, I looked into the history of the electromagnetic in the arctic from early Marconi experiments with the US military to current experiments at HAARP.

Marfa is on the other NORAD border one could say, and I was invited to do a residency on the border with Mexico because of my research in issues of fluid boundaries.  Judd’s Chinati Foundation is also interesting because it is housed in an old military base that was operational from around 1910-WWII—so even Marfa’s existence is premised on military outpost architecture.

DP:    What sort of field research have you conducted along the southern border?

CS:     A lot of travelling and photographing things throughout the landscape for sure:  from swimming in the Rio Grande to lots of driving and hiking. Just existing in Marfa for a while you get a pretty heavy does of Homeland Security.  You drive a couple miles out of town and you go through a border checkpoint even though you aren’t crossing a border.  While officially the border is the Rio Grande, the entire area is more like a border zone and quite different than the 49º parallel.  The most common vehicle you see here is one of the many from the fleet of Border Patrol. There are also military installations that use Surveillance Aerostats (zeppelins) in the area.

With a little bad luck turned good, in the first week driving around in West Texas I had some car trouble and the Border Patrol stopped to check on what was transpiring.  It took about an hour for civilian help to come and in the meantime they hung around.  I was able to talk about their work the entire time and learned quite a bit such as the gap between official mandates of Homeland Security (prevention of terrorism as their prime directive) and the reality of the daily job (picking up 15 illegal Mexican immigrants the day before).

DP:     Your use of bug zappers resonates very well with the language of dehumanization used by the CIA and other agencies to describe drone strikes as “bug splats”. 

CS:     I actually wasn’t aware of this terminology until you mentioned it to me.  It’s one of those latent meanings that surprised me when I was trying to make a poetic connection between the ideology of security and a citizen’s everyday object—only to find out it is not a poetic piece of satire but sadly the entrenched mentality already made manifest in official cynical language.  The stranger part is that the term “bug splat” connects two projects I did in the last month: HOMELAND SECURITY in Marfa, Texas and my recent performance at dOCUMENTA(13) in Kassel, Germany, which I titled Drone Strike.

DP:     We are also struck by the metrical use of grids in the installation, grids that are also present in the geometry of surveillance and death, in the skies above Waziristan and other target populations. Indeed, the rhythms and metrical order of the grid appear central to the aesthetics of global information dominance. 

CS:     Do you know that eerie short story by J.G. Ballard “The Watch-Towers”– A wonderful panopticon story of a grid of watchers hung above the city 25ft above the roofs and in a grid spaced out 300ft in each direction?

I don’t want to give the Grid a bad name as it’s an ancient and remarkable system that’s allowed a considerable improvement of life , but I did first come to understanding the colonial implications of math and the metrical by studying clocks on exploration ships and their need to keep precise time to map out the grid work of latitude and longitude as delineated from the colonial center: Greenwich.  In this way, traditional indigenous navigation based on landmarks and narrative were replaced by the “objective” mathematical grid only making sense from the perspective of the colonial capital.

There is nothing inherently violent about the grid—it’s simply the universalizing of space, which can be good or bad.  Since it’s the cheapest and most efficient parsing of space based on universal application vs. specific sensitivity, the grid ends up being utilized by systems ranging from the military to minimalism; it’s no surprise then that the scale and layout of HOMELAND SECURITY was partly based on Donald Judd’s aluminum box sculptures installed here in Marfa at the Chinati Foundation.

ARTILLERY SHEDS

Today however, I think we are witnessing the decline of the grid in a lot of ways—or at least the outdated style of the grid (as we will never leave it totally behind).  I feel my installation appears dated because of its grid structure, probably because I studied a little bit at the Architectural Association in London which is one of the hotbeds for parametric design—basically curvy architecture made famous by F. Gehry, G. Lynn and Z. Hadid.   The Grid is so Modern according to architectural aesthetics. Today the vogue is organic patterns or complex modeling, using computers.

As far as global information dominance, the grid stands in for static structure, while dynamic theories of topology are gaining more and more prevalence.  I’m thinking here of such people as Deleuze+Guattari, Paul Virilio, Alexander Galloway, Eyal Weizmann and Ben Fry who are aware of the shift from controlling a square plot of land to controlling the protocol of connections in a network. All of this said, I do understand what you mean by the “geometry of surveillance and death.”  The zappers installed this way suggest a sense of “instrumental reason”.

DP:     The acoustics of your installation summon the buzzing sound of the ubiquitous drone zone; a recent Stanford/NYU report identifies sound (particularly the ominous buzzing) as a key aspect of the psy-ops trauma experienced by non-comabatant civilians on the ground. You have long been concerned with vibrational and acoustic space as key aspects of securing boundaries and controlling bodies. 

CS:     “A SCREAMING COMES ACROSS THE SKY. It has happened before, but there is nothing to compare it to now. It is too late. The Evacuation still proceeds, but it’s all theatre. There are no lights inside the cars. No light anywhere. Above him lift girders old as an iron queen, and glass somewhere far above that would let the light of day through. But it’s night. He’s afraid of the way the glass will fall—soon—it will be a spectacle: the fall of a crystal palace. But coming down in total blackout, without one glint of light, only great invisible crashing.”

THE SOUND COMES LATER

These are the first lines of Gravity’s Rainbow, by Thomas Pynchon.  He brilliantly compared the difference in Psychological Warfare in the civilian terror bombing of London during WWII as part of the Vengeance strategy of the NAZI Wehrmacht.  The V-1 “buzz bombs” used in the first attacks were insanely loud and caused panic when they were heard—heralding an imminent attack.  The V-2 “vengeance rocket” ,  being supersonic, travelled faster than the victims could hear it—it arrived before the sound of itself did so.  In effect, the psychological terror switched.  Basically, one lived in fear continually knowing an early warning was impossible and if you heard an explosion, it meant it missed you and you were a survivor — sometimes not always better than being a victim.

However, with the ubiquity of drones since 1982 and their implementation of surveillance equipment, not just weapons, again we return to a buzz in the sky as not only a by-product of a Vengeance weapon— but used with full knowledge of its sonic terror.  It’s a well-known strategy that in breaking a prisoner in an interrogation the threat of pain can be as effective as conducting pain — some say more so.  Sound has always been an important part of psy-ops: from the repetitive looping of the Sesame Street’s theme song as an interrogation method to drone buzzing.

We can’t forget of course of Virilio’s analysis of drones used in the Vietnam War (1960s) and the Israeli war “Peace in Galilee” (1982) in his book War and Cinema: The Logistics of Perception that was written before smart bomb videos became pop culture in the 1991 Gulf War: “This toy craft, worthy of Ernst Jünger’s Glass Bees”.

DP:    How does your analysis of outpost architecture relate to Virilio’s bunker archeology, and his ideas about orbital space?

CS:     Virilio’s Bunker Archeology is a paragon of research for me in so many ways: his existential fieldwork, aesthetic engagement and vast research in military strategy shine with his cutting insights.  I’ve tried to extend or repurpose his methodology as applied to WW2 Bunkers to my analysis of Cold War Geodesics Radomes.  Essentially my thesis is: ‘the Geodesic Radome is the synecdoche of post-WWII warfare—an architecture that distributes its structural forces through a framework formally related to the communication network connecting the architecture.’

This comes out of Virilio’s analysis in Bunker Archeology“While most buildings are embanked in the terrain by their foundations, the casemate [bunker] is devoid of any, aside from its centre of gravity, which explains its possibility for limited movement when the surrounding ground undergoes the impact of projectiles.  …the bunker is the last theatrical gesture in the endgame of Occidental military History.”

THE LAST THEATRICAL GESTURE

I find it interesting that Virilio doesn’t engage with the geodesic radome in his theories of “orbital space” even though he uses in Speed and Politics the phrase “geodesic war”, but maybe that is his extreme point — his movement away from real architecture to the dematerialisation of space.   Any building at all is too slow; he prefers the image of the parabolic missile echoed in the parabolic trajectory of Albert Speer: from director of New German Architecture to Minister of Munitions.  But I have the existential experience with radomes that he had with bunkers, and being more an artist than a philosopher these days, I’m aware of the materiality of the digital, and hence the reality of terrestrial surveillance outposts like CFS ALERT which I worked at this past year while under contract with the Dept. of Defense to make artistic depictions of their signals intelligence station located at the most northern settlement in the world: 82ºN.

DP:     Finally, also with reference to the locus of Marfa: Donald Judd had an uneasy relationship with the establishment art world, an uneasiness or skepticism which you seem to share?

CS:     Probably most artists have an uneasy relationship to the established art world. Judd’s personality included loud opinions and he had the ambition and eventually the funds to attempt some sort of relative autonomy, so we are more aware than normal of his uneasiness.  While we both moved to remote regions to “start” unique institutions (Chinati in Marfa by Judd, Yukon School of Visual Arts in Dawson City by myself and a crew of other people), the motivation for both us is a little more complicated and probably quite different — especially since we did it at different points in our lives.

I do know from anecdotes told by people here in Marfa who knew Judd that when he was alive he didn’t like the border patrol, and that he even wrote a letter to the Mexican authorities after being harassed one time near his ranch.  The irony today is that the JUDD Foundation and Chinati Foundation are firmly part of the art world establishment.  Thus the cycle continues.

CYCLE IN BLUE


The Fire Pit

ISLAMOPHOBIC SMOKE

A trusted foreign correspondent has brought to our attention a Moscow Times report on a novel explanation for the dramatic increase in forest fires throughout southern Europe. Former KGB henchman Alexander Bortnikov, presently a key member of the Putin crony capitalist consortium, blames Al-Qaida terrorists for the wildfires. At a recent “security services conference” Bortnikov said:

Nicolai Schmatkov, the forest policy director for the World Wildlife Fund, dismissed the notion out of hand:

Other factors might include climate change; the reduction of rural fire-fighting teams; and a dramatic reduction in grazing animals in Spain and Portugal, the latter a trend that may soon reverse, as workers formerly sucked into the whirlwind of speculative construction return to working the land.

FORESTRY EXPERT: NOT

Mr. Bortnikov’s long service in the KGB supports a preference for projecting the most sinister conspiracies from a few discarded cigarette butts. Indeed, his concern about fire in southern Europe appears to be nothing more than cover smoke for his eagerness to suppress hot spots closer to home, as indicated elsewhere in the same speech:

Population radicalization comes in many flavors, and the suggestion of a “forest jihad”, unhindered by the lack of credible evidence, has certainly spread like wildfire within the Islamophobic tinderboxes of the internet:

EXHIBIT A

And even from within our moderate northern neighbor (left unedited, for your consideration):

EXHIBIT B

As the economic crisis in Europe and North America deepens in years to come, with the subsequent currency wars and currency debasement, we urge contemplation of a graph that charts the relationship between inflation and demonization during the “Witch Craze” of the 17th century in England.

EVERY PRICE ‘REVOLUTION’ HAS ITS PRICE

The experience of the Weimar hyperflation, skillfully reconstructed and analyzed in Adam Fergusson’s classic study, When Money Dies, reveals the same dynamic relationship between inflation and the “enemy within”, with even more deadly results.

How many will be rounded up and thrown into the vast fire pit, this time around?


A Secret Violence

Michelangelo Antonioni entered the world one hundred years ago, today. We mark the occasion by meditating upon what we have long considered to be his masterwork: The Passenger. In a quiet, restrained and unresolved way (which some critics at the time dismissed as boring and pretentious) Antonioni explores difficult and complex themes of identity, fate, illusion, perception and violence.

As the narrative unfolds, perception becomes ever more difficult, no matter how bright the sun. Violence both defines and collapses identity, though not entirely; love and death converge on the same site, to a rhythm nobody can follow, in shapes obscured by layers of dust. Below, the final dialogue between Locke and “Girl”:

BEAUTY AND THE DUST

We have long nurtured the pet theory that “Girl” is actually the elusive Daisy; or perhaps even pretending to be Daisy? De todos, we move on to the film’s famous penultimate tracking shot, a virtuoso bit of inside-out filmmaking created by Antonioni and his cinematographer, the great Luciano Tavoli.

MICHELANGELO ANTONIONI, IN “ENCOUNTERING DIRECTORS”


Everyone is Ill

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LIVING UNDER DRONES

An important new report has been published by the Conflict Resolution Clinic of Stanford Law School in conjunction with the Global Justice Clinic at the NYU School of Law: Living Under Drones: Death Injury, and Trauma to Civilians From US Drone Practices in Pakistan.

In an earlier DP entry, we suggested that the tactic of drone strikes has become a critical feature of the technologically updated strategic doctrine of Shock & Awe. As such, the “decapitation” of militants supports the more general objective of subjugating the entire regional population through the traumatic disintegration of collective spirit, group will and tribal autonomy. Basic community rituals such as the provision of proper burials consistent with religious beliefs are shattered,  thereby weakening resiliency and resolve.

Living Under Drones extensively documents the success of this savage tactic in achieving a condition of generalized trauma throughout Waziristan. In numerous interviews with survivors of attacks and with family members of non-combatant victims, the study details the horrific “psy ops” terror inflicted upon communities through the constant presence of armed drones buzzing through the skies above. Further, the study examines how such actions have occurred outside any legal oversight or framework, essentially implemented by executive fiat in the name of “keeping the American people safe”.

Below follows the authors’ executive summary and a brief montage of excerpts, some of which have been incorporated into frames for the (excellent) film, linked above in its entirety.

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Not One Bone

In August 1676, a Wampanoag sachem named Metacom, son of Massasoit – King Philip to the English colonists – was hunted down and killed in the swamplands of coastal Rhode Island. To the English colonists, King Philip had become a dangerous threat, not only because of his considerable talent in conducting asymmetrical warfare, but also for his diplomatic skills. If Philip succeeded in uniting a critical mass of tribes against them, the fragile colonies might well be erased from the map.

Cornered by a combined force of English soldiers and Sakonnet/Pokasset Indians under the experienced command of Captain Benjamin Church, Metacom was shot through the heart by a Pocasset known by the English name Alderman. Metacom’s wife and son were subsequently sold into slavery in Bermuda.

LONG LIVE THE KING?

Towards the end of his masterful narrative Mayflower, Nathaniel Philbrick reconstructs the scene immediately following the death of the great sachem:

So what happened to the head?

Cotton Mather is rumored to have taken the lower jaw from the bleached skull; the fate of this bone is not known, though it likely remains unburied if not undigested.

A small stone marker commemorates the death of Metacom in the Miery Swamp near Mount Hope, though the site is difficult to access and the stone hard to locate. Similarly, the rock formation known as the Seat of Metacom has been obscured by years of neglect. The site is now owned by Brown University, whose curriculum once included a highly regarded (though much lampooned) semiotics program.

SEMIOTICS OF OBLITERATION

Kenneth Foote’s remarkable study of America’s landscapes of violence identifies four distinct dispositions towards such sites: sanctification, designation, rectification and obliteration. The landscape of Metacomet slowly but surely recedes into the fourth mode.

WIKIPEDIC PROJECTED ILLUSION

OVERGROWN REALITY

The signifier Metacom/Metacomet, detached from actual lived history as embedded in specific landscapes, survives through other semiotic systems, such as roadways, condominiums and golf courses. There is a small rock island in the Connecticut River called “King Philip’s Nose” as well as various recreational hiking trails named after the vanquished sachem. We once asked a hiker on one such trail if he knew the meaning of “Metocomet”; he told us with great conviction that it had “something to do with geology.”

Close by Mount Hope, within easy walking distance from Metacom’s Seat, we find the former residence and gardens built during a previous Gilded Age by coal magnate Augustus Van Wickle and his wife Bessie, who was a keen arborist. In 1901, Mr. Van Wickle donated ornamental gates to the semiotic configuration of his alma mater, Brown University; in 1906, he was killed while shooting skeet with his brother-in-law. The death was ruled an accident.

VICTORY GATES

The Van Wickle estate is well signed; according to the leaflet provided for self-guided tours, thousands are inspired each year by the legacy of the Van Wickles.

METACOM MEMORY THEATER


With a Brain Confounded

EVEN THINKING MINDS FORGOT

While contemplating the violence inflicted upon the polis in the name of securing “safety for the people”, we turn to a passage (Book Tenth) from William Wordsworth’s lengthy narrative poem The Prelude, or Growth of a Poet’s Mind. The poem was originally intended to serve as an auto-biographical prologue to an epic triptych titled The Recluse. Outlined while Wordsworth was still in his twenties, the epic had still not been committed to paper at the time of his death, at the age of 80.

The notion of “thought crime”, put into play whenever fanatics seize political power, was very much in the air during those heady revolutionary days of Robespierre’s Terror; the Committee of Public Safety required that virtue be present in every glance and every utterance. Such times are fast upon us once again, when in the name of “public safety” and patriotic virtue, all hell will break loose.

What sort of refuge is the soul, at last reckoning? Epicurus tells us that if we are to think and thus grow the mind, we must live in hiding; so where exactly might we hide? Is withdrawal, for all its poetic elegance, inevitably solipsistic? In September 1799, Coleridge wrote to Wordsworth:

 “I am anxiously eager to have you steadily employed on `The Recluse’ . . . . I wish you would write a poem, in blank verse, addressed to those, who, in consequence of the complete failure of the the French Revolution, have thrown up all hopes of the amelioration of mankind, and are sinking into an almost epicurean selfishness, disguising the same under the soft titles of domestic attachment and contempt for visionary philosophes. It would do great good, and might form a Part of `The Recluse'”

We include a link to a PDF; print out the text, take it to the public square or to the parking lot at Walmart; or to the balcony inside the mall; or to some distant hilltop or dark wood; and declaim con molto gusto.

VIRTUE HARVESTED


Turning and Turning

With some consternation, we note the following exchange that took place recently regarding the widening gyre of drone assassinations:

Alas, what Obama has described as “absolutely true” is absolutely false, since in fact his one sacred duty, as articulated in the oath of office, is to  preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States.

Obama, for all his passionate intensity, has offered an interpretation of his duty as President that is potentially antithetical to the Constitution that he is sworn to defend. Perhaps such slippage of executive self-understanding should be expected, given the massive erosion to the bedrock principle of equal treatment under the law, erosion carefully measured and documented in recent months by former constitutional lawyer Glenn Greenwald:

If the legal center of the old narrative cannot hold, all sorts of things start to fall apart, whether through massive financial fraud or through extralegal black ops. Ah, if only we had a New Narrative, perhaps one based not in the inconvenient encumbrance of a Constitutional Republic, but rather in a ruler’s absolute truths: “safety” and “security” for “the people”.

With a new narrative script in hand, the stage will then be set for its authoritative performance; so long in incubation, the rough beast prepares a grand entrance for the ages:


None Else By

We note with great interest the possible discovery of the bones of Richard III at the site of the fifteenth century friary of Greyfriars, in the choir of the old church, excavated from beneath a Leicester car park.

As described in the first-hand account provided by archaeologist Mathew Morris:

AND THUS I CLOTHE MY NAKED VILLAINY

Shakespeare, whose characterization of Richard III drew heavily from a tendentious bit of propaganda scribed by Sir Thomas More, nonetheless provides us with an exceptionally vivid examples of interior disharmony:

Shakespeare had a keen ear for such acrimony between the “me” and the “myself”, which he understood as the essence of consciousness, Plato’s “soundless dialogue”. The worm of conscience chews away invisibly at the public ego, capable of anything; for the duration of the play Richard tries to dig the worm from his brain because:

Shakespeare also knew a thing or two about bones, and their ambiguous and often discordant tales. In Julius Caesar, Marc Anthony delivers the famous line:

“The evil that men do lives after them, the good is oft interred with their bones.”

As the bones of Richard III may now be disinterred, we wonder: what good will come from them?

O COWARD CONSCIENCE


Like a River Flows

CAN’T HELP FALLING

Last week, a bible given to Elvis Presley by his Uncle Vester and Aunt Clettes on the occasion of his first Christmas at Graceland in 1957 sold at auction for £59,000. The volume was heavily underlined; sparsely annotated.

INKED BY THE KING

At the same auction, a pair of underpants worn during Presley’s final tour — and possibly during his final performance — failed to meet the reserve price of £7,000. The last song Elvis performed at his last concert on June 26, 1977: Can’t Help Falling in Love. Elvis died on August 16, in a bathroom at Graceland.

SOILED TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER

The Italian media philosopher Franco “Bifo” Berardi sees the year 1977 as pivotal, as described in this brief montage of excerpts from his Precarious Rhapsody:

GERMANY IN AUTUMN: CRACKED EGG

PRECARIOUS RHAPSODY