the electric company

I sit on grassy land alongside the new Interstate 195 between Wickenden Street and India Point Park in Providence.  The highway groans from its thousand metallic mouths.  To the west is the vaulting shell of the old Narragansett Electric power plant, about a seven minute walk away.  Though no longer humming with electric power, its presence is still imposing.  It is dark now, street lights casting a few weak rays through its soaring arched windows, serene darkness within.  The old plant’s facade suggests the containment of something tremendous.   Hollowed and dark, of cathedralesque proportions, it calls to mind the temple ruins of a Greco-Roman mystery cult.

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The still-active, much larger Narragansett Electric power generating station extends triune grayish stacks skyward, just to the left of the old one.  The new plant makes me think of a sphinx, or some other kind of oracular sentry, partly for the way that it defines the liminal zone between city and river.  At night, the stacks are black against the metropolitan halo, and there are red lights blinking at their crowns.  The blinks alternate, out of sync but subtly rhythmic, and my mind looks for patterns in the alternations as if reading a forgotten language.  I divine no meaning of course, but the patterns still linger on the imaginary threshold of legibility without ever crossing.

[image: the stacks as reflected in the river, a rotting dock to the left.  taken by Ani Od Chai, Flicker Commons: https://flic.kr/p/5u6Q5u]

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there goes a shooting star or something!

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What is the term for that sensation of imagining that your cellphone has chirped or buzzed when it hasn’t?  When that happens, I sometimes wonder if someone almost called me with something to say that would have drastically altered the course of events in my life or theirs or both.

In other words, maybe that imagined chirp or buzz signals the passing of a momentous potential event–or even the generation of an alternate world from that momentous potential event which in the alternate world was actuated.

The idea makes begins to make some sense when you consider that a cell phone (like other communications technologies) is an instrument of sensory extension that brings remote phenomena into the field of one’s awareness despite distances of time and space.  A cell phone is not the only ‘extension of man’ to do so, of course, but being joined to its owner at the hip, it is the easiest of extensions to identify with one’s own being.  The mind seems to treat the phone as if it were a vital organ, and a sense of panic ensues when its powers are temporarily suspended by a dead battery or an unpaid bill.

So, if it is true that the mind is equipped to register extremely subtle phenomena, such as the ghostly transit of a momentous potential event, then perhaps that knowledge ripples into consciousness by way of those proxy sense organs that are closest to us, most of all that amazing product of ‘evolution by other means,’ the cellphone.

 

[image credit: “Woman on Phone,” Flickr Commons, World Bank Photo Collection,   https://flic.kr/p/d1w7Rd]

 

this week

(11/16-11/23)

A good-hearted friend gave me a sequined printed cloth bearing the image of Kali holding a foot over Shiva.

I have been re-reading Vivekanda’s ‘Raja Yoga’ one or two pages at a time, and taking notes.  Now deep into the second part, which presents the aphorisms of Patanjali with commentary by Vivekanada.

Started reading Techgnosis: Myth, Magic and Mysticism in the Age of Information”  by Erik Davis.

Have felt unforced gratitude for my every arrival home.

 

food, Stanley Kubrick, self awareness

Writing about American food production and presentation in the Cold War era, Tamar Alder observed that “ringed or round connoted nature tamed.”  She explains: “As food production was mechanized, there followed a march of finished foods made round: cocktail franks, meatballs, cheese wheels, cheese balls, onion rings, sherbet rolls and pale, melted fondue, bubbling in small round pots.”  (see review:”Mid-Century Visions of Modern Food)

All those concentric rings of food–it suggests one current of inspiration behind Stanley Kubrick’s 2001:Space Odyssey vision of space technology as built of interlocking circles, cylinders and spheres.  When the movie draws you in–as it does when the astronaut (whatever his name) jogs in zero-gravity loops around the ship’s cylindrical wall–you almost begin to feel how the body and mind would adapt to such a world.

Why though, suddenly a design vocabulary of circles in the fifties and sixties?  I think it had a lot to do with an emergent epistemology of global self-extension.  World maps in every first-world classroom, an airport in every metropolis, apples shipped from other hemispheres, mutually assured self-destruction.

The beauty of circular movement resonates again in this historical moment.  Not the circle as a symbol of “nature tamed” in any imperial, dualistic sense.  What resonates in the midst of present crises is the circle as a symbol of self-awareness, and how it implies consideration for the roots and branches of every action across space and time.

nothing left behind

It is hard not to wonder if homo sapiens is foolishly burning all of its bridges.

Maybe so, but does it follow that humanity is a thing apart from so-called nature, or does the same omnipresent intelligence spin forests as well as cities into being?  Perhaps humankind is the gate through which this intelligence is passing, the basket holding all of nature’s eggs, as it were.  So that human life, its apparent antagonist, is in fact nature’s “finest instrument.”

Terrence McKenna explores this idea in depth in a lecture titled ‘Eros and the Eschaton,’ available here.

Swami Vivekananda wrote that “the protoplasm was the involution of the highest intelligence.  You may not see it, but that involved intelligence is what is uncoiling itself until it becomes manifested in the most perfect man.”  And manifesting itself, perhaps, in that distributed, artificial super-intelligence that beckons from the other side of reflective screens.

(from “The Cosmos,” delivered in New York, 19th Jan., 1896.)