Tuesday 26 January 2010

History of the World in 100 Objects



Am I alone in thinking that the sub-text of the rather fabulous BBC/British Museum radio series / media extravaganza "History of the World in 100 Objects" is actually the text?

I haven’t seen a single comment on its lightly argued position that the loot in the BM should stay there, and I’m feeling pretty lonely.

It’s a terrific programme.  Fifteen minutes of un-missable delight every week-day, as one selected object from the past, and its historical implications, are described by the highly-regarded Director of the British Museum, the brilliant, unassuming and engaging, if hubristic, Dr. Neil MacGregor.

Go to the websites, both of them, (BBC and British Museum) see the objects, get the podcasts, upload your own historical object, be a part of emerging intellectual history.     You can listen to the story while looking at the object, brush-stoke close if you want to. New technologies are yielding new insights from old objects, and the latest multi-media communications bring it all alive. 

But there's a bit of a whiff in the air ....

For starters, under all this wonderfulness, its pretty weird, isn’t it,  that all
the objects in a programme about world history are in one place:  London.

I mean, seriously, WTF??

And they’re not only in one place: they’re in one institution – the British Museum.

And we all know how all this stuff got there, some of it paid for, some of it not. That world historical process we call colonialism.  Which denied people their own history.

It's almost too obvious to mention, but on the other hand, should we be dazzled into overlooking it? That's the point.


So even while I’m hearing all this terrific stuff about how multi-faceted history is, and how connected we all are, I can’t help remembering that much of the evidence got there through that kind of connectedness we call exploitation.


And precisely because they are there, Dr. MacGregor feels that: "a world narrative can only be told in a museum like this".  Only? (emphasis mine)  If we want to have "world" history, it seems, we have to overlook the rather mixed provenance of the objects: the other history embedded in them.


Here's how the argument goes.  We can understand  world history more easily if, for example , we check out the Elgin Parthenon Marbles and then pop down the corridor and see the Persian sculptures, because Greece and Persia were at war at the time, and we can make a comparison.  

This is true, very true.  And its certainly a very nice thing to be able to do,  if you can, if you happen to be in London, and so much easier for the scholers than having to schlep around all over the place.  But its not the only way to get a handle on world history.  It's not necessary to an understanding of world history.


And how much better if we could look out from their beautiful new museum in Athens and see their original location in the Parthenon itself, and then stroll over and make a comparison with the footworn stones that were there when the marbles were first carved,  and sit on the warm stones in the agora and think about the kind of society that produced both the marbles and democracy, right there where you are sitting.  Feel the heat.  Hear the cicadas, that were also here when the marbles were.  Get a real sense of the place of these marbles in history.  


Through all the multi-media glitz of this glamorous tour de force, the deep message is that it’s OK for us to have hijacked their history because (only) we can tell it as world history, and tell it better.


Bejabers, that’s hubris, if ever I heard it !!

Me, I think its time for the formerly colonized peoples to have their own damn things back, if they want them, and tell their own history.

Then some-one could make a block-buster series about that, and how the objects  transformed knowledge generation in their own communities.  Now that
would really be world knowledge.


That would be a great sequel.  

Love it.


Downloaded from Flickr under Creative Commons.


Rosetta Stone


And in case we forget, it’s not only the objects from places like Greece and Egypt that matter, where their governments have made a high-profile effort to get them back.

My friend Leone Ross, the brilliant Jamiacan/British novelist and short story writer, has reminded me that there are plenty of people who bitterly wish they could take back their things when they go into museums, even if their governments havn't made a big show about it, and I can well understand the sentiment.

That makes this particular representation of “world” history seem pretty much a masquerade, doesn’t it?  Pretty darn hollow?

Here’s what I think should happen: there should be a world network of, say, 100 museums, big and small  (especially small), that are collectively, jointly, presenting a holistic view of world history, with the originals where they belong, and copies elsewhere.  We have the technology to make perfect copies now,  and all the networking bells and whistles to bring it alive.

That would be world history.  That would be context.  I think the public would be delighted, and everyone's bottom lines would benefit.  Terrific idea!

I'm hoping that someone more in the loop on these things than me can tell me its already in the works. 

That’s the way to go.  It would be hard to arrange, but would make a cosmic world-class multi-media blockbuster. 

Love it.



 
Dedicated to Nanny, a Maroon Heroin, who defended her people right here in this valley.
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Saturday 16 January 2010

The Gift


I'm still deep in deadline management (see last post), but can't resist this quotation, courtesy of the always interesting Diet Iced Me.

“ …The task of setting free one’s gifts was a recognized labor in the ancient world. The Romans called a person’s tutelar spirit his (sic) genius. In Greece it was called a daemon … "

"In Rome it was the custom on one’s birthday to offer a sacrifice to one’s own genius.  People didn’t just receive gifts on their birthday, but would also give something to their guiding spirit. Respected in this way the genius made one “genial”: sexually potent, artistically creative, and spiritually fertile…"  

"An abiding sense of gratitude moves a person to labor in the service of his or her daemon. The opposite is properly called narcissism. The narcissist feels his or her gifts come from himself/ herself. They work to display themselves, not to suffer change... The celebrity trades on his or her gifts, and does not sacrifice to them."

"And without that sacrifice, without the return gift, the spirit cannot be set free."

adapted from “The Gift” by Lewis Hyde 1983

I've changed some of the nouns and pronouns to remove any implication that it is only men who have creative genius. Seems that's what they thought way back in 1983.  I made about 10 changes, and left one.  Anyway, it's still a great passage about self-respect and creativity.

Now I'm an Aries, so its not my birthday today, but I don't think we need wait for birthdays.  I find it's fun to dish out gifts to my inner genius on a daily basis, in fact even more frequently.  A walk?  Some journaling?  A little bit of chocolate?  A few moments staring into the middle distance (one of her favourites)?  a stretch?

I am also grateful to Diet Iced Me for reminding me of Kafka:  "the purpose of a story (a book, surely?) is to be an axe for breaking up the ice (frozen sea) within us", or something like that.  It's quite a free translation, but all the better for that, perhaps.

I prefer "frozen sea" to "ice" - deeper and fuller of mystery, but I prefer "story" to "book".  Storytelling has a lot of power for inner healing and growth, more than books themselves, I would say, in general, with some exceptions.

And talking about Kafka .....

Kafka, By Rue Meurt d'Art, StreetArt, Paris, France
Originally uploaded by balavenise


It's difficult to read what Kafka's saying here, especially if you don't speak French.  It says: "A person is not created from bottom to top but from the interior to the exterior." Or something like that.  Its by an entity called "Street of the Death of Art". Not that Kafka actually ever wrote that gobbledygook, but its a nice piece of street art.  Intellect in the midst of decay. Very kafkaesque.


I like Kafka actually, despite my (delightfully? nauseatingly?) bright and sunny take on life.  As I have said elsewhere, positive thinking is my default mode.  Thats how I deal with decay and decadence


And if you pay attention to your inner genius, as Lewis Hyde suggests, it tends to bring out the positive side.  I mean I wouldn't have used Kafka's notion of and "axe", or even a "frozen sea" because that's not how it feels to me, but the message is pretty positive - break down inner barriers.  


And there's nothing like a gift to yourself for breaking down barriers: depending on the barrier of course. Sometimes only an axe will do.



You may also enjoy:


Happiness:  The "Cruise" part of Financial Cruise Control


Food Group Dilemmas


And, for story-telling


What can we do about Berlusconi-think?

Monday 11 January 2010

Away for a While




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Dear friends, I'm not a guy, obviously, but setting that aside, this picture is pretty much me right now.  My mood is dark as I confront my computer.

I have been ill.  I have been procrastinating. I have been tweeting. I have been planning my veggie garden.  I have not been working: that is, not gainfully.

But two ghastly deadlines are nearly here, and there is no more time to be wasted.  The jobs are tricky, and I still haven't got a handle on them, so I have to FOCUS.  You've been there, I know.

It's a nightmare, familiar but worse than usual.  I have no other choice but to get down to work.

So I won't be blogging for a while.  I will miss the the thinking, the mulling, the honing, the chuckling and the search for images.  And the contacts and communications. I will miss you, whoever you are, the reader I imagine and the reader I know already, or the one I get to know.  Thank you for coming here, and please leave a comment if you feel like it, or send me a tweet, although I'm cutting down on that compulsive activity as well.

Actually, I might squeeze out a post or two.  I might be tempted.  If you are following me you will know.

And while you are here, you may be interested in a few posts from the past, in no particular order:

Frivolity and puff, with a serious tinge

Happiness:  The Cruise Part of Financial Cruise Control

I'm Looking for a Financial Advisor

Food Group Dilemmas

Kiss Goodbye to Sky TV

Bringing Berlusconi Low.

More serious, perhaps with a smile in there too

What Leonard Cohen Means to Me

John Lennon:  Its Christmas and What Have You Done

What can we do about Berlusconi-think?

Life is Just a Bowl of Dialectics

Duality

None of the above, just me and my daughter

The Poem the Solved my Leadership Problem


One of my favourite images.  The photographer explains it at his site on Flickr.  It's really nice.




Peace, Love and Connectedness to everybody!

See you soon!

Oh, and can't resist this one again: Miss Newton finding out that life is dialectical.






Sunday 3 January 2010

Life is Just a Bowl of Dialectics

Pick a Bowl of Cherries by **Mary**
Downloaded from Flickr under Creative Commons License

Warning:  Pompous heavy weather and pretentious obscurity up ahead (but I like the topic anyway).


There could hardly be a sillier take on what life is all about than "Life is Just a Bowl of Cherries", written in 1931 by the now largely forgotten Lew Brown.   The lyrics are also largely, and advisedly, forgotten, but you can see them here if you want to, and get the ring-tone.  

Nevertheless, the title is a catchy phrase which has passed into idiomatic use, fortunately not without a tinge of irony.

So, as we move right along into 2010, change is in the air as usual, and I am thinking how much I‘m totally lovin’ it.  

The reason I am loving it is that I am analysing it (see my post on Epicurus and the analyzed life).   And when I say "just" a bowl of dialectics, I mean "like totally, dude".  I'm only being slightly satirical.  Life itself is totally dialectical:  that's just how I see it, and that's how I'm analyzing it.

Trouble is, its hard to see a dialectical situation if you don't know what you’re looking for. A change of plan can be forced upon you unexpectedly, as little Miss Newton here is just finding out.  (See the end of this post for more on this little cutie)

Downloaded from flickr with special permission.  
Thanks Colour.  I love this pic.

So you need to know what you are looking for.


My very first sociology professor said, at my very first lecture, many years ago:  "If you don't know what a carburetta is, when you look at an internal combustion engine you won’t see a carburetta".  


I found this to be very true. It exactly reflected my own experience at car mechanic class.  Once you know the various parts of a car engine, it resolves from a meaningless mass of pipes and caps and wires into a thing of rationality, order and purpose.  

And so it is with life itself, without the sense of rationality, order or purpose.  


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See what I mean? The colour-coding helps, and that’s what dialectics is in a way: intellectual colour-coding of trends.  Kind of.


Me, I don't care that life is not rational or well ordered, and I can live with all the contingencies of which it is entirely composed.  But I do like to really understand what's happening as much as I can, and here a dialectical perspective can help, because, as I say, life is itself dialectical.  

Dialectics is, in fact, the extremely useful, if complex, theory, or explanation, of how everything changes (which it does, at various speeds, all the time).  It is particularly good at describing the many resonating impacts of a change process, and especially in identifying the underlying factors, and the further factors underlying them.


First elaborated over two thousand years ago by the Greeks (of course), with multiple developments since, including most famously by Marx and Engels,  this body of thought is still very much evolving (along with everything else).  Some people never look at dialectics because of Marx and Engels, but that's just so naff.


I love it because it enables me to see beyond surface appearances to all the movement, contradiction and interconnection of things. It gives the whole picture. I mean, not just a static snapshot, but the total moving picture in all its reflexivity and flux. All at once, in multiple, inter-connected and mutually responsive layers and dimensions.  Marvelous really.  Cosmic.  Exhilarating.  Look it up.

Not only does it help me with change, a dialectical perspective is absolutely best at sorting out the difference between form and content:  that most things contain their own contradictions, and are at the same time both positive in principle but negative in operation, and/or partially or totally the other way around, depending on the context, the actors and the historical moment.  Still with me?

For example, the United Nations, the European Union and good old congressional or parliamentary democracy, all of which I support actively, are in essence necessary and perhaps even “good”, but are, at the same time, I think we can all agree, hopelessly and inherently flawed, not to say corrupt, and part of the problem.  


So a touch of dialectics helps very much in the whole area of critical support for the things we need more of, and informed resistance to the things we need less of: in other words to steer change in the most advantageous direction (as we see it, of course). 


In fact, its really essential for my goal of financial cruise control for all:  its the control part.

So I'm not suggesting we cherry-pick our understanding of life (hahaha).  Quite the reverse.  I’m saying we absolutely need the whole picture: that nothing less will do,  going forward.


Have I been totally pompous? I really believe this stuff -  I think its important. 


Anyway,  Happy New Year, Everyone !!!


So this is It? by Vimrod
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You may also like: 

What Leonard Cohen Means to Me, especially his remarkably dialectical "Democracy". (spotify or YouTube - live in London).

John Lennon: its Christmas and What have you Done?, and especially this lovely video.  I really like what he is saying here, and the respect he has for his young interviewer, and the message of "pay attention" is pretty much what I am saying.  A little less anarchism might have enabled a little more precision on what we need to watch out for, other than "them", but still, he's really thinking dialectically.




And for those of you who love cats, more pictures of the incredibly cute Miss Newton can be found here, in The Daily Kitten (I kid you not).  Colour and Obularity are terrific photographers.

Oh dear, already breaking my resolution not to bring cats into every darn topic (see last comment of the John Lennon post, which is below)