Having read the first of three substantive sections in The Ecological Thought I have to say that Morton reminds me rather forcibly of a man who upon entering into the process we think of as enlightenment has reached the understanding that a mountain is no longer a mountain but has yet to reach the place where he sees once again that a mountain is a mountain.

Much of the first section (Thinking Big) is written to give you the experience/ knowledge that the universe is not what you think it—to move you, as it were, to the experience of no-mountain.

If you followed that link Cathy included in her comment, there is a moment in Bessler’s video (I downloaded the 3gp file) where she says that bacteria talk to each other, in groups (3:40) and that you, as a human being are only 10% human and 90% bacteria (4:00-4:30); without the ability of bacteria to communicate and act in groups we would not exist and in fact bacteria form 50% of the total biomass on earth. We are not what we think we are.

Morton’s point seems to be that we have to learn to think of the world in these terms and not in the illusory terms of human identity. Yes, but really, a mountain is a mountain and our identity is as present in the world as is bacterial communication. Both are the result of the the physics and chemistry of this spot in the universe we think of as home. Having said that, if his point is to say that both points of view (the immense and the local) are true then I am with Morton. The chapter doesn’t feel that way, but I do have the last two sections to go.

One of the things Morton does in this section is introduce terminology. He uses “mesh” and “strange stranger”. He is trying to give us terms that allow us to break free from the hold our being-centered framework has on us. That is, he wants to help us realize that a mountain is not a mountain.

Mesh is interconnectedness.

Who or what is interconnected with what or with whom? The mesh of interconnected things is vast, perhaps immeasurably so. Each entity in the mesh looks strange. Nothing exists all by itself, and so nothing is fully “itself.” (p15)

In the first chapter he opens the section on mesh by giving a long list of the ways in which things are not what they seem. “A tree includes fungi and lichen. Lichen is two life forms interacting—a fungus and a bacterium or a fungus and an alga. Seeds and pollen have birds and bees to circulate them. Animal and fungal cells include mitochondria…” (p33-34). It goes on, but the gist is that as a human you are actually 90% bacteria.

Strange stranger is Morton’s way of trying to provide us a vehicle to carry the feeling that surfaces when you realize that a mountain is not a mountain. His major idea (and title of the book) the ecological thought “imagines a multitude of entangled strange strangers” (p15). (I do wonder if he read A Stranger in a Strange Land.) In a sense, since the mesh has no center, and what we know of as a “ being” is a piece of the mesh, then a “being” also has no real center but is rather an “intersection in the unimaginably gigantic mesh.” Try to think of yourself that way, not as a being with an inside and outside but as a tangled mesh of chemical structures, themselves tangled structures of particles, and all these tangles stretched far beyond the surface of your skin. You don’t really have an edge. Does weird ass shit to your head doesn’t it? That’s what strange stranger is for.

We should instead explore the paradoxes and fissures of identity within “human” and “animal.” Instead of “animal,” I use strange stranger. This stranger isn’t just strange. She, or he, or it—can we tell? how?—is strangely strange. Their strangeness itself is strange. We can never absolutely figure then out. If we could, then all we would have is a ready-made box to put them in, and we would just be looking at the box, not at the strange strangers. They are intrinsically strange. Do we know for sure whether they are sentient or not? Do we know whether they are alive or not? Their strangeness is part of who they are. After all, they might be us. And what could be stranger than what is familiar?

But a mountain is a mountain, and beings are beings. While it is true that we are a tangled mesh of chemicals, part of the tangle’s product is the belief in beingness (one of the boxes from the quote above), in an inside and an outside, in me versus you. So while I take Morton’s point that in the mesh no “being” is more equal than another, by the same reasoning no product of the mesh in action is more equal than another—my sense of myself as a being is equal to my sense of myself as a part of the mesh.

But what does that say really? It only takes into account a single operational level—if I act in the world as if the beingness of broccoli is is equal to my own, eating is going to become problematic. I am a bag of chemicals equal to the bag that is called broccoli, but I am also an animal that requires the death of other life forms to maintain cellular integrity—as is the broccoli (just because it isn’t omnivorous doesn’t mean humus isn’t made via death). The mesh that constitutes bio-chemical reality is not a plane, not even a simple volume but more like a four-dimensional rubik’s cube that plays itself. As a being in that 4-d cube we are the relatively long-lasting alignment of that green-blue-red set of squares. That (verb-like) alignment is what we translate into the (noun-like) notion of our identity.

But we do translate. That’s what that particular alignment does, how it expresses itself.

Agreed that evolution (at the level of the mesh) has no telos in the way we normally think of telos, but for sure beings do. Telos is an expression of a particular set of mesh alignments. Of course I don’t mean an “assigned” telos. There is no designer, no Nature, nor God, nor any other divine intelligence except in as much as the combined interactions of the bio-chemical and physical world manifest local moments of “intent” (bacteria acting as a group – as a multi-cellular being, for example).

One of the things that makes a being a being (regardless of whether it is “alive” or not) is that its structure has mechanisms to maintain the mesh alignment for longer than it would without that mechanism in place. In other words, I may be a bag of chemicals but I am a bag of chemicals that has tools to keep on being this particular bag for as long as possible. That is what I mean by “intent”. (What we normally mean by “intent”—that feeling of purpose and choice—is almost certainly related to the chemical intent but it is not the same thing despite the fact that we use the same word to describe both—just as 435 nm ≠ indigo, but they are related.)

Telos = chemical intent. And yes, Na and Cl don’t join “in order to” achieve salt. It just happens that this is so, and that that happenstance can be later part of another happenstance that is a cow and a farmer, a field and a salt lick. But do remember that the capacity to think “in order to” is an expression of the mesh meshing. It is not correct, but it is also not incorrect.  It depends upon the operational level being explained.

I don’t want to give you the impression that I don’t think the book worthwhile. There are some stellar bits, some wonderful insights, phrases, ideas. And I have yet to work my way through the last two sections so it may be that my reservations will be addressed. The concept of junk space (p 51), the relationship between repetition, the foregrounding of environment and sense of the uncanny (p 50-59) is pretty interesting stuff, but it all feeds into the idea that a mountain is not a mountain.

So on to “Dark Thoughts” (the middle of three sections). I have to say I feel echoes of Dark Green Religion here. Wonder if I’m right?

I found these two books through Cathy (Thanks!). I’ve got both The Ecological Thought and Without Nature (they arrived yesterday afternoon) and although he wrote Without Nature first, I am reading his “prequel” The Ecological Thought first. Timothy Morton, English prof at UC Davis is the author. His CV shows that his interest has long been in the intersection of narrative and the material. His doctoral thesis was called “Re-Imagining the Body: Shelley and the Languages of Diet”. Poetry and the body: cool.

So I am predisposed to like him. Of course the idea that we need to dump the Romantic notion of Nature is a plus that only enhances my anticipation. I’ve mentioned this recently, but I’ve been trying to find a way to re-think the magical aspects of our human narratives to re-site them in the body, to find ways to think about our narratives in ways that allow for their efficacy but do not need to do so by projecting the characters onto the world where they do not belong. It does us great damage to continue doing this.

His main philosophical starting point seems to be OOO (object oriented ontology – catchy huh). WTF you say?

Ontology is the philosophical study of existence. Object-oriented ontology (“OOO” for short) puts things at the center of this study. Its proponents contend that nothing has special status, but that everything exists equally—plumbers, cotton, bonobos, DVD players, and sandstone, for example. In contemporary thought, things are usually taken either as the aggregation of ever smaller bits (scientific naturalism) or as constructions of human behavior and society (social relativism). OOO steers a path between the two, drawing attention to things at all scales (from atoms to alpacas, bits to blinis), and pondering their nature and relations with one another as much with ourselves.

The Ecological Thought appears to be the theoretical foundation for the practical application in Without Nature. This is why I am starting with The Ecological Thought. And about the premise of OOO—OK, but human narratives, which are built into the way we perceive, act, reason, are not going to let go of the idea of special status. All life forms (and almost certainly non-life forms as well) have an existence imperative – some mechanism or other that fights basic entropy to stay intact and operational (what we living call “alive”). That imperative is the belief** that not all things are equal. How the frack can OOO make a practical difference if the essential quality of object forms is non-equality? (An aside, but I would love an answer.)

As predisposed to support the author’s apparent intent as I am, I nevertheless go in with feelers warily blinking and waving around in an agitated manner. My experience of people seeking to shatter our Romantic narratives in favour of the truth is that usually they end up reifying some other concept they like better. His idea of interconnectedness (I think he calls it “mesh”) seems to me to be the next likely candidate, but as I said, I reserve the right to read the two books before I get too worried.  Still, after reading the introduction, he writes in what I call prophet-speak and I do not like that at all. So I have to say, going into the body of the work, my “like” has turned from thumbs-up to a horizontal wariness.

I’ll keep you posted.

** On belief—I see feeling and belief as the perceptual aspect of a bio/mytho catalyst (some material bit) at work. So, just as an electromagnetic wavelength of 445 nm is perceived by human beings (through the agency of material bits called eyes and visual processing centers) as indigo, and thirst is the perceptual form of dehydration, so the “bits” in action are the belief. This does not mean the “bit” must be alive, nor does it imply that the perception is any less “real” than the wave.

I’ve been on a righteous quest in the last years to learn something about philosophy and poetry. I slide back and forth between the two subjects never quite giving one up in favour of the other and learning about both. There have been some very helpful philosopher friends (Yeah for Qunqun! Yeah for you Who-must-not-be-named!) and some very helpful (and kindly) poet friends and critics. But really the only way to learn this stuff is to try and fail. Over and over. The fail part, albeit painful (unto humiliating), is absolutely necessary to any possible chance of success. So I am forcing myself to keep one copy of each poetic horror and to periodically attempt to ascertain, with a less judgmental eye, why it doesn’t work. (I also try to keep track or what I used to believe, since some of it seems rather stupid from this point in time.) Such reminders are a useful sword in the quest for one good argument and one good poem. Why does it work for both? Because I suspect that where one fails as a poet one also fails as a philosopher.

So my next post will be one of the my earlier experiments. You have been warned.

September 2nd, 2011

the problem with asking questions

Someone asked the question “What is consciousness?”

What’s the problem with the question? For me the problems begin with the verb “is”. It’s usage in the sentence implies that there is an (one) answer, and that the answer when found will be a necessary and sufficient attribute of the noun “consciousness.” The sentence predisposes one to look for an object that is consciousness and to do so by finding its attributes.

There are so many answers to the question but what if we were to ask the question “What does consciousness do?” Would that change the set of answers? Almost certainly don’t you think?

Which seems to me to say what we are really addressing is not consciousness so much as the structure of the sentence. And this is not the point of asking the question.

If we were to see “consciousness” as just a word we use to speak to a rather fluid set of skills and abilities as those skills and abilities manifest in specific situations, then what would be the questions we would ask? What would be the fundamental assumptions? I suspect this last question is rather important having something to do with how language assumes itself to be to only means of communication open to human beings. I mean even Carl Jung assumed that the unconscious was a symbolic storehouse – that is the experiences we have are stored and activated as symbols – and symbols are very much linguistic artifacts.

Interesting to think about how many varied sets of questions and answers can be generated all around that single word “consciousness”. And if not a linguistically or symbolically structured set of events/actions/predispositions what then is that storehouse we think of as our consciousness and unconscious?

It seems to me that when a bunch of people who don’t know each other get together to talk philosophy there are two possible results (well if you discount mass murder). Let me use the metaphor of a garden with a garden hose. The first conversation is like a bunch of people playing with the hose. Occasionally a plant or two might get watered but that is not the intent of the exercise—and there is always at least one idiot who wants to spray people in the crotch or catch them in the ass. The second conversation is a bunch of people taking turns watering the plants. That idiot is there in type 2 but usually someone just threatens him or her with the not-yet-fully-rotted manure/compost and he or she either leaves the garden altogether or points the hose, with a clear pout, at the plants.

I’m one who doesn’t much enjoy the first type of conversation. In type 2, even though not all the plants get watered, at least there is some semblance of purpose – apart from crotch splashing that is.

The conversation tonight was a type 1 event. The idiot was a re-incarnated atheist – that is, he is an atheist that also believes in the supernatural. Jesus wept.

I’m starting to pull together some half-formed ideas about a number of terms. One of them is “sacred.”

All of this stuff – these pieces – have to do with poetry, or at least with the creative edge, with the limits of intelligibility, with that place where meaning and meaninglessness meet. I suppose with magic.

This “piece” comes from something Robin Blaser—the phrase “sacred vacant lot”.

What appears to be happening to this (onetime) Catholic boy is that he is trying to find a way to hold the sacred in a way that doesn’t require the supernatural other to actually exist. (Compare Jung’s imaginary god in The Red Book.) I have no idea whether Blaser ever let go his belief in a literal god or not. Don’t really care. What I like is the idea of the sacred as a vacant lot and I want to explore what that might mean in a material world.

I have more to learn about this (if I can find a book about Blaser’s poetics that doesn’t piss me off so badly that I refuse to read it) but at the moment it appears as if this “vacant lot” has to do with the existence of the Other and its aspects that can only ever remain unknowable.

That gap (chaisma) between what is known, experienced, perceived (self) and what can not be known (Other) is that vacant lot. In “polar thinking” the vacant lot is held open and takes on the sacred. It is the place where self and non-self can meet and constitute each other.

From this it is clear that how that dynamic of self-other gets created (and held narratively) is fundamental to how the system works out, and just as fundamental to the narrative content held within the term “sacred.”

Here where I live there are these events called the “Philosopher’s cafe”. I’ve been to a few over the years and for the most part have found them painful. What happens is that there is a moderator (a person with some critical thinking experience) who sets up a series of topics to discuss at a preset venue. Then random citizens show up to talk about the topic.

Always, there are a range of intellects and a whole raft of rapidly shifting belief structures and wild and crazy notions about what it is to be human on the planet. For the most part “wild and crazy” means incoherent. Of course the holder of the belief doesn’t see that it is incoherent and that makes for an interesting time.

I tend to have a short temper when it comes to such things and although I try really hard to be polite, I’m afraid that my questions get a bit pointed as time goes along. For example, tonight there was a man who argued for an independent inner “self” that attaches meaning to experiences the (other?) self actually has. Two selves: one to experience; one to attach meaning. It’s essentially the homunculus argument with the infinite regression problem. He didn’t see that this would get him into difficulties: It’s elephants all the way down, ma’am. You can’t trick me with that one. Once that was clear, I left it at that. Just didn’t interact again. What would have been the point?

Then there was a woman who makes her living creating conspiracy DVDs. Self admitted. No irony intended. Gads. Anyway she has this idea that where binary code creates information streams in digital video, our DNA is a four-bit code and creates a video that we call life. There is no material reality, for example, just an image. I wanted to ask so what is DNA then? And image? So what coding mechanism created the DNA image, that creates our image? Infinite regression again, not to mention bat-shit crazy.

But to be fair, both are interesting  narratives. And really that’s what they are for, to be interesting. All they really have to do is create an interesting spin on a personal interest (in her case the video’s she creates and sells). Those narratives have to seem to give meaning to her life, and do that by connecting various bits of her life, without actually having to have any real density, veracity or deeply connective capacity. Chimera. A thin skin over an endless chasm.

Luckily for all of us, she didn’t speak until the very end so I just sat there with my mouth open in astonishment and didn’t get mad enough to start asking her questions about how that DNA/image thing would work.

The thing is would there have  been a point in asking? There might, although I rather think she has too much to lose to start thinking critically at this point in her economic life. For me, the question of whether to face off with things like this is really the question of whether the emotional upset I am about to cause is balanced by some potential intellectual gain (mine. Her mind is her business.). It’s also the question of whether I care enough to bother.

There are emotional reasons people choose to paper over the world with thin stories like the homunculus or the DNA-code. I am told, for example, that the comfort a belief in a post-death “life” provides is enough of a reason to leave silly stories alone – to not put a foot through the papered over chasm. Perhaps. But by that argument, we should not point out that the comfort provided by heroin does more damage than good in the long term because during the high it does provide a temporary respite from our awareness of mortality and pain.

Still, I am not going to go running around badgering all the conspiracy theorists I meet, or all the JWs, the Mormons who come up to me in their suits to “talk”. Although, last time, when approached I said “How about we agree that if you won’t talk to me about your god, I won’t talk to you about your delusions?” and that put an end to our “meeting”. I did say it with a genuine smile on my face, and not a sneer of derision.

I suppose I do expect more reasonable thinking at something called a philosopher’s cafe, but that’s mostly because I think philosophy is something one carefully thinks about, that one applies to more than just one’s personal interests and involves discarding ideas that don’t hold up to examination. One doesn’t discard the examined because it doesn’t fit the desired story. In other words, belief is secondary to evidence and not the other way round. But apparently I’m in the minority here. Like the fact that most people think of “theory” as something akin to a wild guess or simply a personal opinion based on nothing more than a personal desire, most people seem to think philosophy is just the unreflective personal narrative that all of us possess , and most importantly, that there is no way to assess these various personal narratives (philosophies) for truth value. Everyone’s opinions have equal gravity?

When it comes to people who believe the ridiculous, for the most part, when I can, I make sure I understand what they are saying as best I can and if it turns out to be right out of the Ministry of Silly Walks I vanish. It’s only when the silliness is posing as something logical (like philosophy) that it pisses me off and I start to lose my temper. But at least I don’t do an O’Reilly and scream and spit. I just ask pointed questions and then, as politely as I can, ignore their existence.

What do you do in the face of the ridiculous?

August 17th, 2011

just because it is funny

August 12th, 2011

Wittgenstein, the photographer

Wittgenstein’s Camera is a “research feature” over at the University of Cambridge’s website.

To mark the 60th anniversary of his death, an exhibition exploring Wittgenstein’s experiments in photography, and how they relate to his philosophy, can be seen at the University’s Photographic and Illustration Services…

Like his cousin Charles Darwin, Galton was fascinated by genetic traits, particularly the commonality of certain physical characteristics which for him represented the potential, higher or lower, of a person’s moral integrity. Galton used the process of composite photography to try and illustrate his argument by overlapping photographs of faces, in the hope of revealing the physical elements that ran through the groups of people he selected.

Wittgenstein had little interest in genetics, but he did have a love of photography, and employed the same technique some 50 years later, with a very different purpose. “Galton was aiming for enhanced sharpness and clarity,” explains Michael Nedo, Keeper of the Wittgenstein Archives. “Something which you could not see in an individual picture, but if you superimposed a number of pictures then it would become clear. Wittgenstein was aiming for different clarity expressed by the photography of fuzziness.”…

The exhibition ‘Wittgenstein and photography’ runs at the Photographic and Illustration Service on the New Museums site until the 15th August.

I cannot tell you how much I wish I could pop over there to see this. Bugger poverty.

August 11th, 2011

just because it’s pretty

Rather nice video background to Alan Watts speaking about the Buddhist concept of nothingness.

via Wimp