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Showing posts with label Henri Bergson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Henri Bergson. Show all posts
Sunday, July 31, 2011
SOFT ICONOCLASM
The entirety of the para-cinematic network, that is,
the public, the industry, DVD’s, amateur filmmaking software, academic &
pop criticism, youtube and television, etc… is actively engaged in the practice
of image-demystification – in latourian terminology, these elemental forces are
working hard and overtime at denying that the fetish object they do/don’t
worship, is in fact, a god. The god of cinema once had only two places to hide
– in the material of the celluloid made of images that, themselves, remembered
prior images, or in the mis-memory or dream of the audience. This Bergsonian metaphysic of the mnemonic (the image-remembrance) gave the cinema much of its
power. Now, with its oneiric qualities outsourced and diluted to the ends of
the electronic earth, can any art survive such a ruthless demystification?
Labels:
Bruno Latour,
Cinema,
Henri Bergson,
Iconoclasm,
Memory,
Mystification
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