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The Ghost – Ultimate Symbol Of the New Anthropocentric Geology (Late night musings to escape weights and measures)


Like in a previous post I’ll start off my musings that stand behind the Fiction Maker’s narrative with a reference image. The google earth screenshot shows the Zipingpu Dam in China, whose huge man made lake has caused the first man-made earthquake since it was built over one of the area’s fault lines.

It is an both an incredibly seductive and terrifying theory. We have reached a point in time when man’s impact on the very mass of the earth, its geology, has become so powerful that geology is now anthropocentric.

China, which seems to pop up very often, although I am avoiding its alien take on the copy aka the ghost, is the preface of what will become an anthropocentric earth. We are not merely A species but THE species. Like the enormity of the Chinese dam, our cities will shape the earth, their organic layering of history already becoming a new breed of urban geology.

My project embraces this – Nature as we know it (idillic pastoral depictions) is dead. We replace it with technology, which breeds new natures.

Our future cities will glow under the honeyed filter of squeaky clouds of aerogel, rivers will swell pink and the earth will shake with the enormity of the unbuildable.

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The Ghost And The Inertia Of The Real


This graveyard of disuesed aircraft in the Mojave desert can be described as the underside of the dynamic processes of the world, the dead waste of the world today.

“We shouldn’t react to waste by trying to get rid of it (…) but accept that there are things out there that serve nothing, to break out of the eternal cycle of functioning.”

Slavoj Zizek

Walter Benjamin said that we experience history not when we are engaged in dynamic processes of change but when we see the rest, the waste of our culture being retaken by nature. At this point we get an intuition of what history means.

Maybe this accounts for the redemptive value of apocalyptic movies. When we see the remainders of our society, broken infrastructure, looted stores, disused factories, this inertia of the real, a mute presence. Gazing these ghosts is an authentic passive experience. Without this moment of passive inertia nothing new can emerge. Something new only emerges through the suspension of proper functioning of the object. The ghost, the artefact, through its suspended inertia, this stasis of dead rest, is the force that causes change (the new city can only be built on the dead city).

The ghost is suspended where the sacred and the obscene overlap – the obscenity the usefulness of the object engaged in reality and the sacredness of the display.

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