{"id":21192,"date":"2019-06-14T06:39:31","date_gmt":"2019-06-14T10:39:31","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/?p=21192"},"modified":"2019-06-14T06:39:36","modified_gmt":"2019-06-14T10:39:36","slug":"evolution-tango","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/evolution-tango\/","title":{"rendered":"Evolution Tango"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"intrinsic-container intrinsic-container-16x9\" style=\"width: 100%;\"><figure class=\"wp-block-embed-ted wp-block-embed is-type-video is-provider-ted wp-embed-aspect-16-9 wp-has-aspect-ratio\"><div class=\"wp-block-embed__wrapper\">\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Erik Johansson: Impossible photography\" src=\"https:\/\/embed.ted.com\/talks\/erik_johansson_impossible_photography\" sandbox=\"allow-popups allow-scripts allow-same-origin\" width=\"500\" height=\"282\" frameborder=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" webkitAllowFullScreen mozallowfullscreen allowFullScreen><\/iframe>\n<\/div><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"smalltext\"><em>[Video: surrealist photographer and &#8220;photo-composite artist&#8221; <a rel=\"noreferrer noopener\" aria-label=\"Erik Johannson (opens in a new tab)\" href=\"https:\/\/www.erikjo.com\/\" target=\"_blank\">Erik Johannson<\/a> introduces a TED audience to his work. In this brief talk, he doesn&#8217;t address so much <\/em>how<em> his images come about, as <\/em>why<em> they do. But he&#8217;s not shy about <a rel=\"noreferrer noopener\" aria-label=\"revealing his secrets (opens in a new tab)\" href=\"https:\/\/www.erikjo.com\/behindthescenes\" target=\"_blank\">revealing his secrets<\/a>, either; he may take several, dozens of, even hundreds of carefully planned and lighted  photographs, and then spend hours or even months snipping away at and reassembling them &#8212; their edges veeeery subtly removed or obscured &#8212; into landscapes which could never exist, but surely <\/em>look<em> as though they could. Coverage of his work and interviews with him are scattered here and there around the Web (<\/em><a rel=\"noreferrer noopener\" aria-label=\"e.g. (opens in a new tab)\" href=\"https:\/\/create.adobe.com\/2018\/2\/12\/seeing_the_world_thr.html\" target=\"_blank\">e.g.<\/a><em>), and he&#8217;s got <a rel=\"noreferrer noopener\" aria-label=\"his own YouTube channel (opens in a new tab)\" href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/user\/tackochgodnatt\" target=\"_blank\">his own YouTube channel<\/a> of &#8220;behind the scenes&#8221; videos. Very clever and exhaustively but lovingly detailed work.]<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>From <em><a rel=\"noreferrer noopener\" aria-label=\"whiskey river (opens in a new tab)\" href=\"http:\/\/whiskeyriver.blogspot.com\/2019\/06\/the-simplest-truth-about-man-is-that-he.html\" target=\"_blank\">whiskey river<\/a><\/em>:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<blockquote class=\"wp-block-quote is-layout-flow wp-block-quote-is-layout-flow\"><p>The simplest truth about man is that he is a very strange being; almost in the sense of being a stranger on the earth. In all  sobriety, he has much more of the external appearance of one bringing  alien habits from another land than of a mere growth of this one. He has  an unfair advantage and an unfair disadvantage. He cannot sleep in his  own skin; he cannot trust his own instincts. He is at once a creator  moving miraculous hands and fingers and a kind of cripple. He is wrapped  in artificial bandages called clothes; he is propped on artificial  crutches called furniture. His mind has the same doubtful liberties and  the same wild limitations. Alone among the animals, he is shaken with  the beautiful madness called laughter; as if he had caught sight of some  secret in the very shape of the universe hidden from the universe  itself&#8230;<br><br>There may be a broken trail of stone and bone faintly suggesting the  development of the human body. There is nothing even faintly suggesting  such a development of this human mind. It was not and it was; we know  not in what instant or in what infinity of years. Something happened;  and it has all the appearance of a transaction outside of time.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n<p>(G. K. Chesterton [<em><a href=\"https:\/\/books.google.com\/books?id=uhogoENxQhEC&amp;pg=PA30#v=onepage&amp;q&amp;f=false\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noreferrer noopener\" aria-label=\"source (opens in a new tab)\">source<\/a><\/em>])<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8230;<a href=\"http:\/\/whiskeyriver.blogspot.com\/2019\/06\/although-at-first-glance-there-may.html\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noreferrer noopener\" aria-label=\"and (opens in a new tab)\">and<\/a>:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<blockquote class=\"wp-block-quote is-layout-flow wp-block-quote-is-layout-flow\"><p>Although at first glance there may appear to be a fairly  thin line between them, there are significant differences between the  attempt to somehow magically exert one&#8217;s will on tangible reality for  one&#8217;s own benefit (manifestation), and the inspiration to imagine  entirely new realities (sometimes to add color and bounce to the drab  waltz of existence, sometimes to facilitate the recognition of wonder,  sometimes just for the hell of it); between an attempt to mentally force fortune to alter its course for one&#8217;s personal gain (to manifest, say, a  winning lottery ticket), and possessing the lightness of spirit and the  freedom of mind to live as if such developments would pale in  comparison to those one regularly experiences at the piano, the easel,  the writing pad, or upon viewing a pattern of fallen leaves in the  gutter; to live &#8212; against all evidence &#8212; as if advances in fortune were  already here.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n<p>(Tom Robbins [<em><a rel=\"noreferrer noopener\" aria-label=\"source (opens in a new tab)\" href=\"https:\/\/www.amazon.com\/Tibetan-Peach-Pie-Account-Imaginative-ebook\/dp\/B00FJ376EQ\/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=tibetan+peach+pie+tom+robbins&amp;qid=1560372984&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-1#reader_B00FJ376EQ\" target=\"_blank\">source<\/a><\/em>])<\/p>\n\n\n\n<!--more-->\n\n\n\n<p>Not from <em>whiskey river<\/em>:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<blockquote class=\"wp-block-quote is-layout-flow wp-block-quote-is-layout-flow\"><p><strong>Time Traveler&#8217;s Halibun: 1989<\/strong><\/p><p>In the grassy space between the wings of the elementary school and the trailers housing the fifth grade&#8217;s overflow classrooms, girls flip their hair in imitation of Cindy Crawford, sing <em>Iko Iko<\/em>. None of you know what it means or where the song comes from. <\/p><p>It&#8217;s honor-roll season, a time of outings to TCBY and Outback Steakhouse. Your mother warns you against filling up on bread, but it&#8217;s hard to resist the little brown loaves brought warm to the table with soft butter &#8212; a luxury that cannot be imagined at home, with its always-refrigerated margarine and Pepperidge Farm sandwich loaves. <\/p><p>Everyone knows what&#8217;s popular but nobody knows how to act. At ten, you lack any context. The world swims before you, and it constantly stings. Its favorite barb: &#8220;everybody knows that.&#8221; <\/p><p>Beyond the grassy space of girls is more grass, a quarter-mile loop of track, a church with a painfully white spire, a fence, and a neighborhood maybe a little less nice than yours, crammed between the school and busy Great Neck Road. The fence is of chain link, instead of wooden slats. That&#8217;s how you know about the niceness &#8212; that and the something hard, like a grain of sand, you feel in your mother&#8217;s voice, when she takes you to the school&#8217;s Spring Fling, where you win another goldfish. They always die, but you&#8217;re getting better. Now, it takes a while. <\/p><p><em>Loblollies shiver In May heat. <br>The world&#8217;s ending. <br>The world&#8217;s a mirage. <\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n<p>(Maureen Thorson [<em><a rel=\"noreferrer noopener\" aria-label=\"source (opens in a new tab)\" href=\"https:\/\/www.poetryfoundation.org\/poems\/149728\/time-traveler39s-haibun-1989\" target=\"_blank\">source<\/a><\/em>])<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8230;and:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<blockquote class=\"wp-block-quote is-layout-flow wp-block-quote-is-layout-flow\"><p><strong>Tipping Over the Actuarial Tables<\/strong><br><em>(excerpt)<\/em><\/p><p>2<\/p><p>True. There are degrees of isolation. Sixteen days after a shopping<br>center collapses like a punctured lung in Seoul, South Korea, a nine-<br>teen-year-old girl is found alive in an elevator shaft. Her only nour-<br>ishment throughout the ordeal is an apple that a monk gives her in<br>a dream. The doctors are skeptical and attribute her survival, instead,<br>to &#8220;her false perception of time.&#8221; The brain&#8212;with its network of<br>rivers and tributaries, the flow rigorously controlled&#8212;is taxed by a<br>sudden drought. Or an apple passes from one hand to another. In<br>both versions, extraordinary measures achieve a modicum of nor-<br>malcy, shaken again when a boy&#8212;age thirteen, his circadian rhythms<br>still fighting the syncopation of jet lag&#8212;walks out the window on<br>the thirtieth floor of a Swedish building. They&#8217;re calling it &#8220;a sleep-<br>walking accident,&#8221; as if sleep were a cognitive state. If that were the<br>case, our sheep and our prayers would keep us up all night, count-<br>ing and repenting, and there would be degrees of salvation. I can tell<br>you that none of this is true, but much of it is, and you will not for-<br>give me when you discover that I&#8217;ve led you to believe otherwise.<br>The truth, in one form or another, has ways of finding you. Blame<br>it on your false perception of the facts. Time the sniper has lapses in<br>which its eyes tire and its focus falters and it aims at itself. So the<br>window opens; the girl shakes the rubble from her dress; a monk,<br>gathering apples in his robe, almost catches the falling boy.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n<p>(Dionisio D. 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