Hartmut Rosa and resonance part 1…

Image by Si Smith, from ‘After the apocalypse’

I came across the work of German sociologist Hartmut Rosa recently. His thinking had so many connections with things I find meaningful that I decided to do a deeper dive, which for me often means trying to gather some strands on this blog…

I would like to talk about Rosa in three parts, which will form three blog posts. The first will concern itself with ‘the problem’. In case this might seem negative, I would argue that sometimes we need a new perspective on things we already see. I think that Rosa’s work offers this in a new an fresh way.

On a personal level, Rosa’s thinking maps very closely to the narrative arc of my last poetry collection After the apocalypse. I will say more about this later, but for this reason, this post features some of the wonderful illustrations that Si Smith contributed to this book.

A return to the idea of modernity

The first insight I found interesting was that rather than the incessant talk about postmodernity (which has often felt like an elitist affectation to me) Rosa anchors his analysis of our society on a definition of modernity, along these lines;

Modernty is a form of society that (in order to survive) has to constantly speed up in order to stand still. It seeks to control all forms of human existence within the world, to constantly innovate and increase efficiency in all tasks.

In this way, modernity is always speeding up, or accelerating, if it did not do so, it would lose stability and things would fall apart. Rosa calls this phenomenon dynamic stabilization.

We should linger on this idea for a while. Firstly, it feels correct, particularly in light of growthism in our economics, or the phenomenon of planned obscelecence. We live with a strong sense of hurtling forward towards… well who knows, but it often feels out of control, as if it can only end badly, for us and for our non-human neigbours.

We can trace the way modernity affects our human relations in many ways. Here are a few examples;

  1. We look at a mountain and feel moved by beauty and form, so climb it. It is hard work so we build a road to get up easier and quicker. We build a sheter at the summit so we can enjoy the view from protection. We open a cafe there. We cut trees to preserve the view. It becomes popular. There are more eating places, shops selling things. It gets busy, polluted. The mountain is no longer beautiful.
  2. We feel stressed and exhausted in our work which makes ever more demands, so that we find it hard to spend time with our children. Nevertheless, we push them into an educational machine that makes the same demands of them, so that they too can get jobs that will exhaust them in the same way.
  3. Our religion, once a place of mystery and wonder, has been through a series of protestant improvements and innovations, in which each new and ‘better’ iteration has been seen as ‘true’.

Controllability

Rosa argues that modernity has at root a desire to control the world. With a nod to Charles Taylor, he describes this as a spiritual declaration of independence from nature.

This desire for control could be concieved of in terms of accumulation and greed, but arguably, it stems more from fear. Consider the degree to which the super wealthy might be regarded as ‘greedy’. Do they feel themselves to have ‘enough’? Or are there other more powerful drives to do with the fear of being left behind, of being less significant?

Wherever we come up against things that are not controllable – a pandemic for example, or the common everyday experience of death – modernity has a problem.

It is perhaps worth remembering here that Rosa is a sociologist, rather than a psychologist. he is less concerned with individual reasoning and more concerned with the dynamics that drive mass consciousness and mass behaviour. Often the logic of these dynamics is masked, even though they drive us in ways that are hard to understand.

Perhaps now is a good time to suggest watching this video, which attempts to sketch out Rosa’s ideas in wider form…

In part 2, I intend to consider the implications of Rosa’s ideas, and what his ‘solution’ to the problem might be…

Ways of life…

I love this image- if it is yours, sorry I pinched it- from here…

Ways of life

.

For some life is lived in the measuring

Of every moment

In raising high the cup of experience

And drinking it dry

.

Life too is like a dark forest

A dark green shadow

Oozing out its fungal fingers

Spreading secret spores

Unnoticed

But irrepressible

.

Life may be a blazing flare

Across the stormy night sky

Burning an arc into the retina

Should you look its way

.

Life too is an ember whose glow

Was borrowed by proximity

Given

Then gone

.

Or life may be a bubble

In a clear blue stream

Dancing with the bouncing pebbles

And waltzing among the weeds

.

Then rising

.

Detained briefly by the surface tension

Going through

.

And beyond

Life flickers…

I have heard it said that

Dead men walking

We are

Corporeal

Tenderised

Like veal

Blown all too soon

by flies

But life still flickers

Faint but strong

Vibrating these hollow veins

And the voltage you make

Is a current

Wired to the nape

Of my neck

Because this thing we are

Is more than just

A bottle

For blood

So much more than just

Shapes

Mixed from mud

Beautiful creature

Sing spirit-

Sing

Resolute…

Resolute

The hands of the clock

Point at me and mock

Like a river blocked

By slowly eroding rock

Tick tock

The time will come

My lovely one

When we are done

Cracked up by sun

No sooner here

Than gone

Still resolute

Like King Canute

Or a shallow rooted tree

You

And me

Will be

Fragile circles of life

All around us, life is circling.

Some circles are big, some very small.

Insects that live a whole life in one of our days. Breakfast sees the end of childhood, lunch the weight of middle age responsibility, tea time the creaking of age, and with night, the sleep of the dead. Until the next generation comes into being.

Or consider the life of these tall trees.

Each slow forming ring of growth, evidence of their elevation over our own anxieties.

Each falling leaf layering the soil, laying down the food for the coming spring.

Each spreading branch offering the arm of shelter to a thousand lesser creatures. And me.

Seeding slowly and deliberately.

But even the tallest trees

Will one day

Fall.

And what of us?

What of our life time? We tend to see our journeys as linear. Even then, perhaps we are comfortable with the now, less so with the tomorrow, and the future is a foreign country, were be dragons.

Away we go, off into middle distance – always forward, but often acting as if we are standing still.

But we are born not to die,

But to live.

To trace our own arc through this space of ours –

To windmill wide and open,

To love this life

And let it love us back

Perhaps unlike any of these other circles, we humans have this gift (this curse) of knowing

Knowing and seeking to know more

Seeking to connect and to overlap these circles-

Seeing where they depend one on the other

Seeing where they smash into one another

Vulnerable to the sharp jagged things

But capable

Of such joy

Into the wild…

A few weeks ago I watched this film.

I had already read the book, but this was one of those few occasions when the film some how took the raw material of the words and took them further. Like taking a charcoal drawing and turning it into a canvas laden with rich oil paint, in wonderful colour.

The film tells the real story of a young man from a privileged but dysfunctional background who turns his back on the modern culture, and decides to live a simple life- one of vital experience, deep relationships and particularly, one of absolute one-ness with the world and it’s wild places. He found his way into the Alaskan wilderness, where his ideals were tested to his own destruction, and he perished alone in an abandoned bus miles from anywhere.

This tragic event is somehow recorded in a way that is life enhancing, and beautiful. In his beautiful life, but tragic death, we are fed little slices of hope.

Life is so fragile, but those who really live- who transcend the narrow half lives that many of us fall into- these people, they seem to have found cracks through which has filtered something eternal, and somehow, more real.

Almost as if the Kingdom of God shines like a shaft of sunlight on the opposite side of the valley.

I was speaking to a friend of mine today who is a policeman. We were discussing the case of a missing woman who walked into the hills locally over a year ago now. No trace of her has ever been found. He told me that this is not such a rare thing in Scotland. People walk into the wilderness, perhaps to escape their demons, perhaps to celebrate them. Some perhaps are looking for an end to life, others it comes to as a surprise.

Not so long ago some forestry workers found a tent as they were clearing an area of forest. Inside the tent was the skeleton of a man who had lain there undisturbed for around 10 years.

Life is fragile.

But life is beautiful.

Lets not waste it.

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