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And for this week’s influence!
I found this near the check out counter at Blossoms, my favorite bookstore in Bangalore and decided to pick it up instead of embarking on my qualifying exam reading. The book has come to me at an interesting time as I’ve become quite comfortable with my belief that there is no such thing as natural and unnatural. Reading Fukuoka’s doctrine on the need to return to nature, to let things be, not try to alter the land has reminded me that there is a difference between ‘nature’ and ‘natural’ and though at times I became like an angry teenager while reading him, thinking him outdated, impractical, his head in the clouds, I also appreciate the simplicity of what he is saying, and the difficulty of committing to such simplicity.
Wolfgang Schivelbusch: The Railway Journey, The Industrialization of Time and Space in the 19th Century…oh hell yeah!!!!!
“So far no one has ever come up with anything to prove that truth is in proportion to abstract time, that what lasts for a long time is true and that what only lasts for an instant is false.”
-Benjamin Fondane, La Conscience malheureuse (1936)
“Actually, of course, a social calamity is primarily a cultural not an economic phenomenon that can be measured by income figures of population statistics,”(Polanyi, 164).
“Imagine there was no music, only technology.” -Morton Subotnick musing on his early years at the San Francisco Tape Center.
Thanks James, you make me want to like Jane Jacobs.
“In France you get freedom of action: you can do what you like and nobody bother, but you must think like everybody else. In Germany you must do what everybody else does, but you may think as you you choose…But in England you get neither: you’re grounded down by convention. You can’t think as you like and you can’t act as you like. That’s because its a democratic nation. I expect American’s worse,”(93).
“What do you say about a little philosophical debate?…are you up to it?…a debate, let us say for example, on the mutations of progress through the transformations of the Self?…”
Oh Celine I embrace your three dots like a long lost brother.