The brave new world we’re being welcomed into is disgusting yet peaceful. What happens if all we crave is peace? The boy walks to the bar and finds he has subdued the world. No one he slaps would slap back, no one he shoots would shoot back, no one he loves would love back.
“Those who criticize without creating, those who are content to defend the vanished concept without being able to give it the force it needs to return to life, are the plague of philosophy. All these debaters and communicators are inspired by ressentiment”
Deleuze emphasized the importance of words and ideas in shaping our understanding of reality. He argued that our thoughts and feelings are influenced by the structure of language and the content it provides. Language as a system of representation shapes our understanding of the world and our place in it. When you come across a text that fits your knowledge base or current abilities, you will feel a better understanding or distance from the author. This reaction may come from your acknowledgement that you are the translator and participant of the text and therefore can make sense of it.
We often talk about how we understand and perceive the world through language, Deleuze talks about science, biology, and evolution to back his hypothesis and to back his worldview. Once you start looking at it with a structure, when you read something that has not been written by you but provides a minimal intellectual back to your perceived capacity, you decline that. You are superior to what you are reading because you’re the one who’s reading it. You have no creation of your own but still have an arrogance that you just might know more. I pity people who are arrogant with their knowledge, for if Shakespeare was alive he would’ve described those with a pain worse than death
The civilization turns back again to the brave new world which is left a little behind now. The season of welcoming is over, everyone is walking towards the idea of images to catch up with the photographer. Everyone’s running towards him for he must make sure that the civilization is portrayed right, Herzog is confused if he should portray it right or true.
What is more important for the lens to catch onto? is it the truth or is it the very rightness of anything that it’s catching? If the film is about civilization, does it go after being and making it right so with a retrospective claim it feels justified and there are no historical turbulences or does it pursue the truth to the stakes to even portray the disgust poetically that it creates a cultural arrogance? I don’t read literature for information, nor do I consume films for erudition and wisdom. These are acts that are deeply inscribed into the idea of enjoyment.
The lens then must be pointed towards enjoying. There should be mystery and mischievousness to it, there should be no hope for numbers. Ambition should be defined differently and if that seems unattainable then there should be no ambition at all. Life must be captured within these boundaries. It took me more than half of my life to understand why the fictional parts of documentaries are more real than the real parts of any fiction. Ours may not be the mind-altering life we once thought it was. But we still get to be part of each other’s hypocrisy, each other’s lies, each other’s anger, and of each other’s death. There is no poetry in life, I’ve understood it. There is nothing of that sort until you take the roll to post-production. You feel happy sometimes and sometimes sad, it’s when you hum the music you truly understand the value of poetry in life. Come hell or high water for the time now you can never convince me about the poetry in life, I must not understand that. It can break the shot.
Rita Doves’ Postlude
“…time stops
only if you stop long enough to hear it
passing.”
The brave new world we’re being welcomed into is disgusting yet peaceful. What happens if all we crave is peace? The boy walks to the bar and finds he has subdued the world. No one he slaps would slap back, no one he shoots would shoot back, no one he loves would love back.
