Ill tell you all the real problem with all types of gun violence in America, all of it, its ego. Its big swinging dicks. Even the crazies like the batman guy. This is a nation that convinced everyone they are important and convinced most people they are more important. What do you expect?
—“3MTA3” @ YH
Yamazaki stopped. He stood very still, one hand on a wooden railing daubed with hyphens of aerosol silver. Skinner’s story seemed to radiate out, through the thousand things, the unwashed smiles and the smoke of cooking, like concentric rings of sound from some secret bell, pitched too low for the foreign, wishful ear.
We are come not only past the century’s closing, he thought, the millennium’s turning, but to the end of something else. Era? Paradigm? Everywhere, the signs of closure.
Modernity was ending.
Here, on the bridge, it long since had.
He would walk toward Oakland now, feeling for the new thing’s strange heart.
Obsessed with William Gibson even though I’m finding his novels to be a bit formulaic (washed-up protagonists as chess-pieces for rich benefactors). What Gibson does well are his dystopian settings. In Virtual Light, the Bay Bridge between San Francisco and Oakland has been taken over by squatters and turned into an encampment/bazaar. So portentous considering our present construction of the new eastern span and the Occupy Movement of last year.
|AZK:||If you were to watch a documentary about a philosopher – Heidegger, Kant or Hegel, what would you like to see in it?|
|Derrida:||Their sex lives. If you want a quick answer. I would like to hear them speak about their sexual lives. I would like to hear them speak about it. What is the sexual life of Hegel or Heidegger?|
|Derrida:||You want a quick answer, you don’t want justification. Because it’s something they don’t talk about. I’d love to hear about something they refuse to talk about. Why do philosophers present themselves asexually in their work? Why have they erased their private lives from their work? Or never talked about anything personal? There is nothing more important in their private life than love. I’m not talking about making a porno film about Hegel or Heidegger. I want them to speak about the part that love plays in their lives. So you could take a microphone up to Hegel…One knows some things about Hegel or Heidegger already. But not from things they’ve said. I’d like to hear them speak on this.|
Perhaps it needs a child to recognize there is a force pulling into itself every tragic disparity, every dispersion of race and language and religion, every confusion that is India, inspiring in its peoples a feeling larger than patriotism, what they stretch out their arms to stretch. Tagore called it a geography made sacred by devotion. I can’t say what it is, only that when I am away it pulls at me, and I long for the land shaped by longing.
It belonged to time and the salt air and the entropic nature of expensive houses built too close to the sea. Perhaps it was also peculiar to places briefly but frequently uninhabited, houses opened and closed as their restless residents arrived and departed.
The rain kept up, falling along Harajuku, beading on her plastic jacket, the children of Tokyo trooping past the famous boutiques in white loafers and clingwrap capes, until she’d stood with him in the midnight clatter of a pachinko parlor and held his hand like a child.
The only other William Gibson novel I’ve read is Pattern Recognition, and at the time I was expecting something more along the lines of Bradbury, so Gibson just came off as a giant techno-nerd writing a thriller. He strings together a ton of adjectives to create a scene, but the flow of the words gets lost admidst under their weight. However, what was redeeming was how well he had his pulse on San Francisco, or how a segment of SF has followed the fashion in his book with the military surplus wear and black tanks. And Cayce’s allergic reaction towards Tommy Hilfiger was great and very on point.
Reading Neuromancer for the first time, I’m seeing these parallels with San Francisco once more. The book is again (justifiably) laden with technobabble, but tech is an undeniable undercurrent of this city. Gibson should be required SF reading, along with the Beats.
Also, been craving to go back to Tokyo as of late.