clair-obscur

A few days ago, we visited a castle ruin positioned high on a promontory. It was really interesting besides, I thought, how the intact and the missing architectural elements channeled light and shadow over this sightseeing playground with a commanding view of the surrounding Rhön region below.

The portals in the galleries and arcades were fitted out with these sleek red wooden shutters and doors (looking especially modern scaling the high, heavy wall of windows), and it seemed that this setting would make a very nice and authentic venue for banquet or for a party.

ozymandias or call for submissions

I suppose that the nature of public art and installations has changed significantly, given the volume lent to the voice of praise and criticism and that the failure or success of icons—landmarks, anchors, can be instantly and broadly adjudicated.

While looking at some of the new monuments being readied for London and reading about the generally negative reception regarding this legacy of eye-sores, I was thinking how public artwork has changed as well through corporate sponsorship: stadia, libraries, towers and parks still can bear the marks of megalomaniacal egos for something colossal and enduring but unlike the pyramids, temples and theatres (or even military parades), the public is estranged from the selection and even the building process. Sometimes, it seems too, that there’s not enough space, patience or time to contain these grand aspirations (though the lasting inheritance becomes the accompanying security presence in many cases) and to impress with equally indulgent sums of money, so volunteering or competing to host high-profile events can placate the collective need for awe and something akin to respect. The hosts and underwriters do well with these elite and exclusive congresses, grabbing the public’s attention without regard for their lack of involvement, displaced and without the option to protest or participate. London’s becoming a fine example of this shilling and pandering, but so are other places too, in grand and imperial style, like the US eagerly agreeing to entertain the world’s leadership in a succession of conferences, the G8 and NATO summits, closely followed by the Bilderberg Group’s (DE/EN) meeting.

jubilee or augean stables

Setting a bad example is sometimes just a pedantic argument. Negative encouragement, I think, is probably not worse than market-contagion.

Wouldn’t it have been easier, foregoing a lot of pantomime and drama, and less costly in terms of make-believe wealth and real livelihoods to have simply forgiven Greek sovereign-debt plus given the country some seed-money to start over and written the expense off as sunk-costs? To force out any member of the Euro Zone against their will is counter to the spirit of integration that the EU represents, but also is the insistence on inclusion, when it comes with too high a tribute, with a list of impossible sacrifices and challenges that read in short-form like the Twelve Labours of Hercules. Just as Greece (and now the outgoing French government, who are sure to be in good company) have been accused of underestimating their financial standing and potential severity of the problems, rankling turmoil could have been staunched and discounted by now, instead of dragging out the whole affair. Integration also means the acceptance of common-losses, and though the solution, after the can has been kicked down the road for quite a piece and the problems have swelled, will be universally disliked, they can still be absorbed by the economy of the union. Lenders and debtors conspired to exacerbate these conditions until they came undeniably into our range of vision. Off-putting the developing urgency of some markets makes for an unflattering reflection of our own delay-tactics and the messy regrets over not quashing a trend while it was still emergent and manageable.

serfdom or golden thread

The purported tax-avoidance scheme of one internet entrepreneur has once again set the brain-trust of the United States of America into over-drive and grand-standing with a retaliatory plan to glean taxes from individuals who choose expatriation. Already the US is a soured thug in terms of tax treaties, demanding its cut from citizens worldwide, regardless of their place of residence and regardless of whether the targeted income was earned with the help from the homeland, made travel a distasteful affair beyond even beyond its borders, place the burden of reporting on foreign banks so as to make them wary about dealing with Americans abroad.

The proposed law would seek to repatriate tax revenues, impose withholdings and an exit-fee—in addition to barring these individuals from returning to the States. Plenty to do at the Hotel California. I am sure that this bill, should it come to pass and much worse is being done, will not affect cosmopolitan billionaires (the timing of this whole casus belli seems pretty tacky but it is unclear whether the media or the government is rightly understanding the motives and no individual ought to have to defend his or her reasons, especially political ones, for making such a choice), those brazenly berthing their fortunes off-shore or corporations that hide behind a string of nationalities, but for the average citizen, it demands that he or she would face undue hardships should they choose to immigrate. America’s bastions are not only uninviting to immigration, the gate-guards are saying that one cannot leave either. It sounds suspiciously like the policies of Soviet Russia whose restrictions on movement presented many with the difficult decision to remain or flee forever. Despite the reactionary nature of this proposal, I wonder if there was ever much difference between the two super-powers—especially within the self-styled framework of a monopolar world.

type case or alphabet city

Artist Hong Seon Jang has constructed several breath-taking model urban skylines from salvaged letterpress dies. More of this vintage typography turned topology can also be found featured on the estimable Colossal, an art and design blog boasting an array of fresh and interesting discoveries. These industrial dreamscapes remind me of the metropolis of the sci-fi film-noir classic, Dark City (DE/EN).

kitchenware revolution

While much of the world’s attention was focused on the hopeful inauguration of Barack Obama in the United States, many missed the culminating moments of the protests in Iceland against the recklessness and corruption of their former government, clanging pots and pans and marching on the Alþingi by the thousands.

The Icelandic people had already accepted enough deprivation in witnessing a significant percentage of the national treasure evaporate and many of their young people, without prospects for their futures, migrate to other countries, but were unwilling to suffer further austerity over private debts with public money. Though an investigative commission found wrong-doing and fraud on the part of borrowers and lenders and in government oversight was inchoate in the bulk of transactions and several plebiscites rejected repayment, the governments of Britain and the Netherlands (the major blowhards behind Iceland’s economic bubble) are threatening to take the country to the EU court over failure to make good on these loans. This movement of 2009, which previsions if not fathers others, is a template for the international Occupy rallies and demonstrates that people are not at the mercy of banking thugs. Iceland is still recovering but its reputation and demeanor does not seem diminished, nor its prospects for success, and real change is being affected by the infusion of ordinary members of the public—independent and with no political affiliations—into public policy and the parliament. The reversal of political orientation and the need to prevent the same financial backsliding drafted all citizens to revise their constitution. In light of current events and the amnesia of novelty and panic, we should look to Iceland’s stand.

farmageddon, pharmageddon

Just because there is the gloomy, heavy drapery of bankers’ crises and the pummeling occasion of planters’ style democracy obscuring the next assault that’s waiting in the wings, we would be faithfully remiss to lose sight of what could come. Bread—or cake—is of course the honey-pot, the next investment opportunity aggressively peddled, of bread and circuses, and I believe it is not so kooky or implausible to imagine that the present chaos is apt disguise for a handful of companies that are merging farms and pharmaceuticals to make local governments fold and adopt measures that have become prevalent elsewhere.

Despite some damage done to the repute of the environmental movement, many places have not faltered on agricultural and ecological policies, opposing genetically modified crops, most immature subsidies and expedient practices, like turning wholly to raising corn for ethanol or abandoning time-tested methods like crop-rotation. An unnatural experimental harvest could certainly (with the promise of money) supplant native legacy. I fear, with decreasing chances to profit on human gullibility, the focus could turn more to human suffering (hunger-management, erosion, deforestation), edging out local and sustainable operations that have knitted together the countryside with demands not easily refused or maintained, fields infiltrated with habit-forming, patented yields. Such invasive creations come from the same laboratories that have made certain invented disorders a cause-celeb and conveniently manufacture the medicines to treat such ailments, creating dependency with an army of co-conspirators.

golden parachute

Why is it that financial institutions seem to be the last ones to suffer and made to accept the blame in moments of crisis? Of course, numerous banks are being battered by outside appraisers, but that affects the clients that have graciously allowed the banks to hold their money—or not just hold it, in many cases, but rather do something risky and maybe a bit evil, subversive with it too—but restructured or commandeered, the money-managers are not allowed to lose, while credit, savings and mortgages for the public flitter away or are leveraged with insurmountable interest rates to guard against instability.

Of course, these imbalances are compounded in business and government as well, in the forms of lost capital, revenue and social-services. If any other utility—and again that’s all that any bank is, like the electric company or Reading Railroad—business enterprise or government failed as consistently and unapologetically to deliver, they would be rightfully remediated or dismissed.

The same financial institutions that are bringing the euro to the brink, like giant babies in some blameless but willfully destructive playpen, are admitting to nothing, nor being held with any responsibility by their host governments that created the framework for them to raise amazing wealth. I don’t think there is any extraordinary conspiracy behind the governments of the European Union trying to cobble together a fragile fiscal pact four years after certain inevitabilities became apparent (other than the anodyne corruption of politics and wealth). 

Delay and unchecked speculation, however, has only afforded the chance for bankers—not the cleverest or most creative lot—to huddle in their war-rooms and quietly, only eking out panic in controlled doses—prepare to re-tabulate the score, drafting the new financial order while economic ministers obliged with a believable cover, again deflecting blame and becoming the saving champions of the markets.