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- Oct. 16, 1989: Metaphors Of The World, Unite!
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- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1989
- Oct. 16, 1989 The Ivory Trail
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- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- ESSAY, Page 96
- Metaphors of the World, Unite!
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- <p>By Lance Morrow
- </p>
- <p> Forty-eight intellectuals from around the world recently
- assembled to help celebrate the sesquicentennial of Boston
- University by trying to find a metaphor for the age in which we
- live. It was an elegant game, but also inadvertently right for
- an age of television and drugs, in which the world is reduced
- to a sound bite or a capsule, a quick fix of meaning.
- </p>
- <p> "Postmodern Age" has always been an empty description, and
- "Postindustrial Age" was a phrase about as interesting as a
- suburban tract. They are not metaphors anyway, but little black
- flags of aftermath. An age that is "post"-anything is, by
- definition, confused and dangerously overextended, like Wile E.
- Coyote after he has left the cartoon plane of solid rock and
- freezes in thin air, then tries to tiptoe back along a line of
- space before gravity notices and takes him down to a little
- poof! in the canyon far below.
- </p>
- <p> The metaphysics of the possibilities can flare and darken.
- The Holocaust and other catastrophes of the 20th century invite
- the term post-apocalyptic. But a world veering toward the 21st
- century sometimes has an edgy intuition that it is
- "pre-apocalyptic." Last summer Francis Fukuyama, a State
- Department planner, resolved the matter peacefully. He published
- an article proclaiming the "end of history," a result of the
- worldwide triumph of Western liberal democracy. Hence this is
- the posthistoric age, a fourth dimension in which the human
- pageant terminates in a fuzz of meaningless well-being.
- Intellectuals sometimes nurture a spectacular narcissism about
- the significance of the age they grace.
- </p>
- <p> Is there one brilliant, compact image that captures the era
- of Gorbachev and the greenhouse effect, of global communications
- and AIDS, of mass famine and corporate imperialisms, of space
- exploration and the world's seas awash in plastic? The Age of
- Leisure and the Age of the Refugee coexist with the Age of
- Clones and the Age of the Deal. Time is fractured in the
- contemporaneous. We inhabit not one age but many ages
- simultaneously, from the Bronze to the Space. Did the Ayatullah
- Khomeini live in the same millennium as, say, Los Angeles?
- </p>
- <p> The era's label should be at least binary, like Dickens'
- "the best of times, the worst of times," again no metaphor. It
- is a fallacy to think there is one theme. Like all ages, it is
- a time of angels and moping dogs -- after Ralph Waldo Emerson's
- lines: "It seems as if heaven had sent its insane angels into
- our world as to an asylum, and here they will break out in their
- native music and utter at intervals the words they have heard
- in heaven; then the mad fit returns and they mope and wallow
- like dogs."
- </p>
- <p> In Boston, Historian Hugh Thomas (Lord Thomas of
- Swynnerton) said the world now is a "tessellated pavement
- without cement." He was quoting something Edmund Burke said
- about Charles Townshend, a brilliant but erratic 18th century
- British statesman. Not bad, but somewhat mandarin. The audience
- had to remember, or look up, tessellation, which is a mosaic of
- small pieces of marble, glass or tile. This age, thinks Lord
- Thomas, is a mosaic of fragments, with nothing to hold them
- together. Is it an age of brilliant incoherence? Yes. It is also
- an age of incoherent stupidity.
- </p>
- <p> One might put the mosaic in motion by thinking of this as
- the age of the hand-held TV channel changer. The electronic
- worldmind (and such a thing is coming into being, a global mass
- conformed by what passes through its billion eyes into the
- collective brain) has a short attention span and dreams brief
- dreams. When history vaporizes itself this way -- its events
- streaming off instantly into electrons fired into space and then
- recombining mysteriously in human living rooms and minds around
- the world -- then people face a surreal pluralism of realities.
- The small world that the astronauts showed us from space is
- also, down here, a psychotically tessellated overload of images.
- The planet reaches for the channel changer, a restless
- mind-altering instrument. Like drugs, it turns human
- consciousness into a landscape that is passive, agitated and
- insatiable -- a fatal configuration.
- </p>
- <p> Historians can speak of the Enlightenment or the Baroque
- Era or La Belle Epoque and not fear that they are describing
- developments in only a fraction of the world. Now the metaphor
- must be global. There is no figure of speech so powerful or
- acrobatic that it can cover such a drama, the world that looks
- like the product of a shattered mind, without some immense event
- (an invasion by aliens perhaps) that overrides all else.
- Michael Harrington once called this the Accidental Century.
- Intellectuals sometimes ignore the role of inadvertence. "The
- fecundity of the unexpected," Proudhon said, "far exceeds the
- statesman's prudence." If scientists ever perform the alchemy
- of cold fusion, the age will have a name, and the future of the
- world will be immeasurably altered.
- </p>
- <p> Metaphors for the age tend to be emotional and subjective,
- as poetry is. Perspective, passion and experience choose the
- words. Betty Friedan, saturated with the history of feminism's
- Long March and where it began, speaks of amazing freedom, as if
- that were the song of the past 20 years. Others are haunted by
- the obliteration of artistic form, of moral values and all
- traditional stabilities. Some know that by now humankind has
- exhausted its capacity to surprise itself in the doing of evil.
- </p>
- <p> Language takes its life from life, and gives it back to
- life as myth, as metaphor, something that has a counterlife of
- its own. In a world of blindingly accelerating change, language
- can no longer fashion its metaphors fast enough to stabilize
- people with a spiritual counterlife, and so self-knowledge may
- deteriorate to a moral blur, like the snow of electrons on a
- television screen. In some sense the world is plunging on
- without benefit of metaphor, a dangerous loss. The eyes do not
- have time to adjust to either the light or the dark.
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