from The Mushroom at the End of the World via Max Kreminski https://twitter.com/maxkreminski/status/1111712672796434432
Machine Politics: The rise of the internet and a new age of authoritarianism by Fred Turner >>> :)
can anyone tell me what they think this means?
Some recent reading recommendations from a trusted source:
When I Was Five I Killed Myself by Howard Buten
Distant Star by Roberto Bolano
The Invention of Morel by Adolfo Casares
anything Yuko Tsushima
Epitaph for a 22 year old student, placed 1878 in Tokyo. Did not expect to be so moved this morning while editing this text. Happy Saturday Petalers
The promise of statistical analysis is the promise of a measure that could never be faked, because it could never be conscious: who has such control over her writing, balancing the letters with one another by design? Not only could style so defined never be forged, but it could never, or never consciously, be imitated. At the limit of this line of investigation lie patterns of stylistic correlation that have no bearing on our interests at all, as makers or as readers.
Senses of Style: Poetry Before Interpretation, Jeff Dolven (2017)
— “Well, so I maintained that nobody would carry out what he wants even if he could. You remember our files full of suggestions? And now I ask you—is there anyone who would not be at a loss if whatever he had been passionately demanding all his life long were suddenly to happen? If for instance the Kingdom of God were suddenly to burst on the Catholics or the Utopian State on the Socialists? But perhaps that doesn’t prove anything. One gets used to demanding and isn’t ready at a minute’s notice for the realisation of it. Many people may think that only natural. To pursue the enquiry, therefore... Undoubtedly a musician considers music the most important thing there is, and a painter, painting. Probably even a concrete expert thinks the same about the building of concrete houses. Do you think that the one will therefore imagine God Almighty as a super-specialist for reinforced concrete and the others will prefer a painted world, or a world blown on the bugle, to the real one? You will think this question nonsensical, but the deep seriousness of it lies in the fact that one ought to be demanding this nonsense. And please don’t think now that all I mean is that everyone is allured by what is difficult to put into practice and scorns what he can really have. What I do mean is that reality has in itself a nonsensical yearning for unreality.”
— “And what then would you do if you were the ruler of the world for one day?”
— “I suppose I would have no choice but to abolish reality!”
— “I should be very much interested to know how you would do that!”
— “I don’t know myself. I don’t even know exactly what I mean. We infinitely overvalue the present moment, the sense of the present, the Here and Now. I mean, the way you and I are here together now in this valley, as though we had been put into a basket and the lid of the moment had fallen shut. We overvalue that. We shall remember it. Perhaps even a year from now we shall be able to describe how we stood here. But what really moves us, speaking at least for myself, is always—to put it carefully, for I’m not looking for an explanation and a name for it!—to a certain extent in antagonism to this way of experiencing things. It is displaced by so much Here and Now, so much Present. So it can’t force its way through to becoming present!”
Robert Musil, The Man Without Qualities, 1930–1943
[Professor K, environmental economist, Kyoto]: “The sustainability of nature, he said, never just falls into place; it must be brought out through that human work that also brings out our humanity.” The Mushroom at the End of the World, Anna Tsing, p. 183
I've been reading this book, Carl Rogers' On Becoming A Person from 1961. The cover makes me wonder how people are like plants. Can we grow into ourselves? And what constitutes ourselves anyway? What makes a person ... a person?
Here are some of my underlined passages! I'm not done yet, literally only 1/4 (if that) of the way through.
So I might just continue to update this post with my lines. Enjoy...
Here is what I have experienced in the jungles of modern life, in the largely unmapped territory of personal relationships,
I speak as a person, from a context of personal experience and personal learnings
The facts are friendly. Every bit of evidence one can acquire, in any area, leads one that much closer to what is true
depend greatly upon that which I do not yet know, and upon which I have not yet done
Because understanding is rewarding, I would like to reduce the barriers between others and me, so that they can, if they wish, reveal themselves more fully