Sometimes people feel the need to escape from history, naked back to the Unblemished Imaginary island, because civilization can be daunting.
It may be true Freud once said that the first man who started civilization was he who threw the insults, not throw the stones. Perhaps he wanted to show, there were hidden aggression with the language and in the language when humans became "civilized." But what is not emphasized is: aggression which turned into a language is not to injure. Language is "only" to ensnare and conquer. The earliest sign of civilization is the Edict.
One of the most ancient edict left a long trail. Approximately 2600 years before the present era, hundreds of thousands of Egyptian slaves were deployed to transport 800 million chunk of stone through the journey along the 15000 kilometer. The load, distance, had to be held accountable for building large and small pyramids around Cairo, where the mummy of the Pharaoh preserved. Not far from there, looked like a piece of rock placed without intention: signs of another grave. That's where the hole for the slaves. A few thousand years ago, every day hundreds of them - who worked - dead at the foot of construction that they built.
In the Egyptian desert, the power seemed to want to conquer time. Inside and outside the pyramid as if there was no clock moving. Commandment is eternal.
But Pablo Neruda, the poet, be aware that there is no eternal precepts. In 1943 he returned home from his life abroad, back to Chile, stopping in Peru and visit Maccu Piccu, magnificent buildings of the Incas from the 15th century which is located at an altitude of 2400 meters above sea level. There he realized, when conquered time and freeze in between the stones, there was a need to bear it: the slaves, of course. On top of that, as we read in the poem Alturas de Maccu Piccu -- one part of Canto general -- Neruda was fascinated, but he also asked,
"Macchu Picchu, pusiste
piedra en la piedra, y en la base, harapos?
Carbón sobre carbón, y en el fondo la lágrima?
Fuego en el oro, y en él, temblando el rojo
goterón de la sangre?
Devuélveme el esclavo que enterraste!
Sacude de las tierras el pan duro
del miserable, muéstrame los vestidos
del siervo y su ventana.
Dime cómo durmió cuando vivía.
Dime si fue su sueño
ronco, entreabierto, como un hoyo negro
hecho por la fatiga sobre el muro."
If time is frozen, those who are poor and buried can not be revealed, and there will probably be free. The problem - and this is important in view of the history - is it true that the liberation is impossible?
Neruda, a Marxist, of course not preclude it. But with a view of the dark and suspicious of human nature, Freud did not believe. As civilization forget the bodies of slaves, civilization as well, for Freud, never holds promise freedom or happiness. "Civilized Man had exchanged the most chances to be happy with the security," he said.
For him, civilization is a restriction on the sexual instinct and aggressive. Civilization -- if we follow Freud -- is the human process of selecting the control, in line with he choose the beauty, health, and order.
In other words, civilization is a paradox. Humans created it to protect themselves from unhappiness, but in the process the happiness just to be mortgaged. When he wants to be safe from collision aggressive instinct in society, man let his freedom is reduced. The Edict stood there.
But how the restraint can occur, it is only a few described by Freud. In civilization, as noted above, there's the Edict. Its meaning, there is a gain position of command, and there is not. The order of power did not come from the sky, but how the hell its origins, Freud did not explore it. He was not interested in politics. He also did not see history as a narrative in the time change. In his view, the slave could not be truly independent.
People will judge, Freud's view of civilization is ahistorical. Despite this, he was meritorious to shake the view that has been attached for years. He pointed out that civilization was not always associated with politeness, delicacy, and propriety. As spoken in Neruda poem, under the splendor of the product of a civilization, in the deepest layers of Maccu Piccu, there is a stretch of shabby cloth, tears, trembling ray of blood.
Next to the pyramid of Djoser in north Memphis there were thousands of slaves buried unidentified. Famous words of Walter Benjamin asserted from Memphis to Maccu Piccu, "There is no document of civilization that is not at the same time a document of barbarism."
Maybe that's why people often feel the need to escape from history. Not for stagnates, but to break away from the common illusion of civilization. There is nostalgia for nature, be natural - nostalgia that seems to want to return to a pre-change period.
But, it seems, what is desired to be returned is simply a state without precepts, when language and the power does not ensnare and conquer.
Naked on the Unblemished Imaginary island is imagination about the situation - which is impossible, of course, but it has now become a utopia, (meaning: imagination which appeals to act), urgent.
The statutes now long been replaced by the new statutes. No more slaves that have to transport 800 million chunk of stone from Aswan, but there's a incarnation of the power boost. In the past, it was called the Desire for Eternal Life, now it's called Cupidity.
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Nah, we meet again, dear handsome bald.
And maybe this is not the last meeting. It is likely there will be a next meeting, as long as you think I am so important (and so "evil") until there should be a continuous effort to apprehend me, maybe?
For me, the most sexy thing of a writer is: when he holds his pen and write something with it. (Um, eheh, is he also able to cook and hold an anti-hot pot?)
But well, as we all know, every writer certainly has a very high sense of individualistic. My partner never writes about me, and I never sweat it because I never write about him, too ... ahahhaa ...
But well, as we all know, every writer certainly has a very high sense of individualistic. My partner never writes about me, and I never sweat it because I never write about him, too ... ahahhaa ...
To "your attack" I am ready to respond, if necessary.
Though with regret that what you make is not far from the ad hominem. I used to be patient - and the older the more so - because I realized that in the end is not you (and also not me) who decided my badness or goodness and the results of my work. So if I reply here, I do not mean to give the final word on me, which incidentally is I myself. I also do not mean to make you fall in love with me - though, one said and wrote a book about the "ideology of hate", actually there's no love lost in the hatred.
My goal is to tell the most important historical details you ignore, (or ignored by your book), about a time, a place. The details of a story of human life in its context - two things that are lacking in your writing .
This detail was very necessary. We need to learn from Agatha Christie, "When someone suggests an indictment, then any charges need to be accompanied by proper good detective work, and good detective work lies in the detail - not the conclusion or theory."
"Everything must be taken into account," said Hercule Poirot in the 5th chapter of The Mysterious Affair at Styles. "If the fact will not fit the theory - let the theory go."
Dear Mr. Good Balding,
Another purpose of this paper is to bring us further conversation. I do not want to offend what is obvious, it's the weakness of your attitude - an attitude that does not give a target (in this case is me) what is called "the benefit of the doubt". My goal with this writing is presenting a debate that is useful for people who do not just want to sing for joy to watch a fight.
One of the benefits that I hope can be obtained is information about the past history. Between me and you (as well as others of the same age and younger), the generational differences containing the difference of data warehouse's contents in the past. I experienced what you did not experience it. The period of political upheaval and mind before the New Order. The time is generally not reviewed by the author now. It was a time when the idea of communism and political power and everything related to it in its heyday.
This period was distorted by historiography of the New Order to cause the opposite reaction: the time was remembered with distortion anyway, although with opposite assessment.
Responding to all of that, I offer an experience story. Experience -- in my understanding -- is what is by Lefebvre referred to as La vie quotidienne . In La vie quotidienne was also expressed and filled with, (I quote the English version) "Those relations roomates bring into play the totality of the real, albeit a certain manner in the which is always artial and incomplete : friendship, comradeship, love, the need to communicate, play, etc.
In short, I feel the need to talk about people, times, places, and ideas. In the process.
Part one is about a figure. Part two is about the Congress for Cultural Freedom. Part tree is about Albert Camus and the reviews I thought about him - because they discussed it, associated it with my interests, although terminated by arranging an unsuitable conclusion.
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