Saturday, July 21, 2012

a baron bridge of the missingippi (2012)

a baron bridge of the missingippi (2012)
brandon lee kramer

the floods of the past five years have caused havoc on the central united states. our so called bible belt is supposed to be exempt from such harsh reality, from the perverse punishment that noah had to endure. instead we, as a geographical entity, have gone through chaos. our crops, university buildings, homes and churches have been devastated by natural disasters; occasions one could hardly fathom, let alone prepare for appropriately. now god has begun his tricks once again. stringent heat for days -no- weeks on end. the sounds of summer have set in only to be overtaken by the biding sting of the sun. the photograph above depicts a reminder that he, or whomever you deem guilty, of such tumultuous cynicism still has a sense of humor. the lake that was once here and the bridge that once led children over the wetlands have both been devoured by his hands. this charlatan says little, but rather flicks his wrist with assertion. "i give you water to take it away," he posits, and destiny ensues. to me, it is funny how we regurgitate the myriad of information we have at our finger tips...

the american narrative is rich: "the end is coming," we say. we are compelled by that notion. columbus said we would find the garden of eden in america. i think we have, and adam/eve were not alone. we have become that manifestation: the ultimate sinners. we deny our responsibility, the truth that we produce our own illnesses, that we cause the lakes to dry up, and that the end is, in fact, not going to happen (like the mayans supposedly said). the irony in it all is that we won't blame ourselves. "how could something so horrific be because of me? the goodhearted, loving parent/sibling/child? i mean no harm... i am just afraid." it is this fear that pushes us forward. we can't take a step back to stop our rampant use of resources, especially amid an economic crisis. we cannot stop production, making more jobs, etc. this just is not in the cards.

i had always wondered what we are in such a big hurry to do. where are we going? surely, we must have some destination, no? is it heaven? is that where our three cars are taking us (we need that many to be american, right)? or is all of this for another reason? to me, it seems that we are not going anywhere, but rather trying to create as many detours as we can to obscure the line of where we are going: to death. though it seems morbid, is this not what all of this is for? we buy fast cars, tvs, bigger houses and more ornate visions only to block the reality that none of this really matters. we are going to die and there is nothing we can do about it. america facilitates the ultimate lie, that of complete self-denial that we have to die. we live for the "embedded now." this point in space-time that we are shielded from the lions and tigers that hunt us, from the starvation that would ensue if a plague really existed in today's usa. it is our middle/upper class relativism that blocks a pure vision of america. we need to wake up and realize that the end is not near, but rather here. we need to do something now, so that the poor that most do not seem to care about do not turn out to be the same goodhearted, loving parent/sibling/child you claim to care about. please, start caring america.

Friday, July 20, 2012

an anonymous assemblage

this photograph sums up a complicated, yet compelling, year thus far. draper (because of the glass and the hat, at least) clearly shines through, but tinged -maybe even tainted- by the surrealistic qualities of what is/is not. are we here? dreaming? or there? before, after or both? i have always felt a deep attraction to donnie darko, an eccentric film about time travel and less obviously about a mythical reenactment of the passion. some would debate the latter, but i think the meditative potential of that statement is something one must truly ponder. regardless, the notion of time travel was brought back to my attention last night after finishing david lynch's twin peaks. i have always pondered what ghosts may be, and have even heard some unsubstantiated claims that science could explain what we perceive as ghosts as overlapping bits of space-time crossing into now. i would not go as far to say i agree, but it is intriguing. this year has brought the eerie, surrealistic nature of life and death to the foreground. ernst becker's pulitzer prize winning the denial of death has been treating me to some of the best reading i have ever come across. it speaks to me: reiterating the hyper-analytic posturings of kierkegaard with post-freudian psychoanalytic theory. it makes me wonder about death, meaning, myths, and the stars. yet with all of this "profound" and indecisive speciousness looming, we our confronted more directly with things that "matter" like society, structure, marriage, love, jobs and money. how and why should we care about these mysterious things when we have reality bashing us in the face everyday? like the picture, this year has made me ask myself: is "it" there? where is "it?" this money they speak of and the millions of jobs that our president is supposed to be creating... where are they? are they real? is any of this real? and when will "it" happen? consider these things in the words of gaston bachelard's wonderful words:

"who speaks? the dreamer or the world?"

photograph taken by koel gibbs 2012. edited by brandon lee kramer © 2012