Chronophobia

It is that time itself has been traumatized so that we come to comprehend history not as a random sequence of events but as a series of traumatic clusters

— Mark Fisher, from: The Weird And The Eerie

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Imbalance

“Landscape pictures can offer us, I think, three verities – geography, autobiography and metaphor. Geography is, if taken alone, sometimes boring, autobiography is frequently trivial, and metaphor can be dubious. But taken together… the three kinds of information strengthen each other and reinforce what we all work to keep intact – an affection for life.”

— Robert Adams

 

California, July 2016; from: The Summer Before Trump

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A Moment Of Silence

— A moment of silence for the police-officers shot in Dallas before the start of the Rodeo in Orick, Calfornia, July 2016; from: “The Summer Before Trump

It is the soldier, not the reporter who has given us freedom of the press
It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us freedom of speech.
It is the soldier, not the campus organiser, who has given us the freedom to demonstrate.
It is the soldier, not the lawyer, who has given us the right to a fair trial.
It is the soldier who salutes the flag,
And whose coffin is draped by the flag,
Who allows the protesters to burn the flag.

— from a T-Shirt at a Rodeo, Orick, California

 

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ich nahm daran teil

Meinen blutenden Fuß spürte ich nicht. Das Schiff war mir gleichgültig, es hatte keinen höheren Stellenwert als irgendeine zerbrochene Bierflasche im Schlamm, als irgendein sich ringelndes Stahlkabel im Lehm. Es gab keinen Schmerz, keine Freude, keine Erregung, keine Erleichterung, kein Glücksgefühl, keinen Laut und auch kein tiefes Durchatmen. Es war nur das Begreifen einer großen Nutzlosigkeit, oder genauer, ich war nur tiefer in ihr geheimnisvolles Reich eingedrungen. Ich sah, wie sich das Schiff, wieder in sein Element zurückgestoßen, träge seufzend aufrichtete. Heute am Mittwoch, dem 4. November 1981, kurz nach zwölf Uhr mittags, haben wir das Schiff vom Rio Camisea über einen Berg in den Rio Urubamba geschafft. Alles, was zu berichten ist, ist dies: Ich nahm daran teil.

— Werner Herzog, Eroberung des Nutzlosen

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Burning Down The House

Burning Down The House

Get them out
Ah

Watch out, you might get what you’re after
Cool babies, strange but not a stranger
I’m an ordinary guy
Burning down the house

Hold tight, wait ’til the party’s over
Hold tight, we’re in for nasty weather
There has, got to be a way
Burning down the house

Here’s your ticket pack your bags
Time for jumpin’ overboard
Transportation isn’t here
Close enough but not too far,
Maybe you know where you are
Fightin’ fire with fire, huah

All wet, hey you might need a raincoat
Shakedown, dreams walking in broad daylight
Three hundred, sixty five degrees
Burning down the house

It was once upon a place sometimes, I listen to myself
Gonna come in first place
People on their way to work say baby what did you expect
Gonna burst into flame
Go ahead

Burning down the house
My house, is out of the ordinary
That’s right, don’t want to hurt nobody
Some things, sure can sweep me off my feet
Burning down the house

No visible means of support and you have not seen nothin’ yet
Everything’s stuck together
I don’t know what you expect staring into the TV set
Fightin’ fire with fire, huah

Yea
Burning down the house
Burning down the house
Burning down the house

 

Talking Heads, Speaking In Tongues, 1983

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Partake In Mountainhood

Aschau, July 2017

took on photographing one piece of the mountain that was visible from the terrace of the cabin we had rented. took at least one picture every day, most days around 10 to 15, resulting in around 500 pictures that show basically the same piece of rock.

the weather, the light, clouds passing by, the sun rising behind the mountain and vanishing on the opposite side of the valley.

noticed a tendency to erase traces of human presence from the wilderness: a piece of a cabin opposite to our house, the chimney that appears on some shots; we prefer our nature unfettered from human stains.

the trick to catch lightning is long exposure, not continuous shooting in the vain attempt to trap the lighting in the sensor. It sounds incredibly obvious, once you know it. But here we are, locked in to the pattern of repeated images. So here there are around 40 to 50 images of the dark rock underneath heavy clouds of rain where I tried to capture the lighting. Not only does the lighting not show, but also the thunder that rolled through the valley and rattled our tiny cabin into a vessel drifting through waves of rain and sound does not show up on the pictures.

And did Andy Warhol actually spent the eight hours and five minutes watching the Empire State Building? Or did he have a guy that did the watching for him, the way he had a guy who did his silk screens for him. And if so, would that make a difference? And what would that difference be? And did actually somebody watch all eight hours and five minutes? Or in New York, where you can hire a guy for practically everything, can you hire a guy that watches the movie for you? Will this transform you?

On the second day I climbed on the table behind our cabin to “get a better view”: What exactly does a better view entail? The process of sitting on the porch, looking at the sky and the mountain, jumping up every 5 minutes when the weather changed or a plane passed behind the mountain, drinking coffee at one time, wine at another, missing several shots because we were out or in bed, or the day when I was too tired or too bored too shoot – all this does not show up in the pictures – then how can the pictures be about being there?

the photograph, no matter what its function may be, must be read clearly.

— Ansel Adams, “Basic Photo 4: Natural Light”

the rock takes up a bluish tone when no direct sunlight falls on it, which stems from the reflected light from the sky above. Direct sunlight from above the opposite mountains goes through different hues from yellow to red and pink: That quality/color of light directly influences our perception how far the mountain is away. Thinking about Fancy’s: “We can move a mountain.”, briefly a hit in the german Single Charts in 2000. In 2013, he participated in the German edition of Celebrity Big Brother, finishing in 7th place. Having things like this in your head, does this change the way you approach landscape photography? (what is the “landscape” in this case?)

the pictures shoot themselves: Once the rule is in place (the camera set up and pointing to the Empire State Building), there is nothing unexpected happening any more. Is that the boring part? Or the exciting part?

and this “rules of production” – this movement to take the author out of the equation: Nakahira’s furor against his own pictures that led him to burning all his Negatives – was that when he realized that he did not succeed in taking himself out of the picture?

and if we make it about these tiny differences in light, exposure, weather, time: does this subvert or enhance the idea? Which is not even an idea, more a tick, a psychological disorder of repetition: When I dream of madness, I fear being locked into tiny fragments of repeating time: three notes of a song I can’t get out of my head (never the entire song), an impossible movement of a knight in chess from a black field to another black field, being locked into a giant fist without the ability to move, every bone constrained, but the pressure neither mounting nor relieving.

Goethe’s Arresting Time and Nietzsche’s Repeating Time – similar concepts or opposing ones? One being the nightmare of the other?


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Why do we build our own unhappiness?

 

The City as parasitic organism that dwells on people to make them build its streets and houses; But if nobody is happy in the city, who builds them? And for what purpose? The visual and aural onslaught of advertising.Here we are: just prey for the entertainment/consumption-complex.

Kertesz: City as a stage
Atget: People as ghosts haunting the city
Lewis Bush: City as the theatre of capital
Moriyama: City as a libidinal arrangement? Compound? complex?
Nakahira: City as overflow; city as beyond interpretation (or before?)
Lewis Bush: The World(the city) is Ugly/And People Are Sad

Then why do we work on building our own unhappiness?

 

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