a process of dismantling, or decomposition, “ruins in reverse”
He laughed softly. I know. There's no way
out. Not through the Barrier. Maybe that isn't what I want, after all. But
this--this-' He stared at the Monument. 'It seems all wrong sometimes. I just
can't explain it. It's the whole city. It makes me feel haywire. Then I get
these flashes-'
-Henry Kuttner, Jesting Pilot
Today our unsophisticated cameras record in their own way our hastily assembled and painted world.” ―
Vladimir Nabokov,
Invitation to a Beheading
That zero panorama seemed to contain ruins it) reverse, that is-all the
new construction that
would eventually be built. This is the opposite of the "romantic
ruin" because the buildings don't fall into ruin after they
are built but rather rise into ruin before they are built. This anti-romantic mise-en-scene suggests the discredited idea of time and many
other "out of date" things. But the suburbs exist without a rational
past and without the "big events" of history. Oh, maybe there are a
few statues, a legend, and a couple of curios, but no past-just what passes for
a future. A Utopia minus a bottom, a place where the machines are idle, and the
sun has turned to glass, and a place where the Passaic Concrete Plant (253 River Drive) does a good business in
STONE, BITUMINOUS, SAND, and CEMENT.
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A dingzihu – or 'nail house' –
is a home where the owner refuses to accept compensation from a property
developer for its demolition.
I am convinced that the future is lost
somewhere in the dumps of the non-historical past; it is in yesterday's
newspapers, in the jejune advertisements of science fiction movies, in the
false mirror of our rejected dreams. Time turns metaphors into things, and
stacks them up in cold
rooms, or places them in the celestial
playgrounds of the suburbs.
image: Debbie Skinner