The goal of design is transformed: the aesthetic becomes the social as, instead of trying to make beautiful objects, we try to find a way for people to live good lives.
Ursula Huws, 1994*
to be read aloud:
what does it need of everyone for the future to be good?
sustainable technologies, public designing, creative democracy, despecialisation, the city forest as the future of nature and of everyone even daffodils... and several other things that I've accidentally deleted but what does it matter? ...to live good lives as is always possible even now - call it what you will (and these names will all have to be rectified of course, they won't resonate with the world and the mind of us all when we or they get round to doing it - whenever - whenever - when when ?)
what kinds of action are compatible, not resistive, comprise the flow of collective awakening to construct our fate and cease to drift into globalisation as disaster, or as the fulfillment of those unhappy prophesies of poor Huxley, poor Orwell, poor poor all of us if we see technology and cybernetics only as the self-deafeater the excuse for regression to the premodern tyrrany and the prethoughtful, the false ideal of the wise godman or philosopher king or the wise manager or tyrranical boss and he or her and all of us as users and as willing slaves to needless consumption and eternal nothingness or BANG! BANG!
(when it could mean public self-awareness and autopoesis by and for everyone and everything that is the earthly praradise we've so far missed yes I mean it he types here in this website and these words from his nervous system and who else?)
these many questions - and the single unformulated question within them - for this moment I'm the only person who knows of them and the only he/she who can act - so act/act if you can say the imagined ones who can exist only within this writing - take that first unknown step and take it now says the spirit of false urgency and excitement and take your time says someone wiser but DO NOT STOP say all the voices, dead, born and unborn, do it in this very writing do it with the good sense that you're forgetting and all the informed fantasy you feel is there behind each one of us though not rewarded in the situation as it is or seems to be to each one now or don't look...
...well that flowed well says my self-consciousness I see that you are recovering your anger and your enthusiasm and even your sense of occasion - in this hall of mirrors facing outwards - in the void or public disappearances that no one sees at all or even hears... the oblivion is upon you so break out!
(and as I surprise myself in writing this deconcoction of words unplanned and unpremeditated, this private muse, this kittenplay before rapid maturity (no, the words are becoming artificial...) ,,,,,,,, what nest what next what what in the world is the world what does it matter type the fingers all that matters is to jump into writing something more coherent that can be seen as constructive acton I mean action - this is the all of us the thing we need yes indeed and we do not know how to do it... ),,,
some solo or imagined work that enables all of us to do it in the actuality of human life and mindlessness amongst gigantic errors that can so easily become the history of acting on so much less than what is is is the antecedent of each one of us and what we think we know of the universe each time we do what we do or we don't do, full stopmake it novel and connective each time and fasten your seat belts people! says the mouse this is not the story of calmness
(and before writing this he was thinking of how mistaken it is simply to call for the return of the tram and one or two other expedients like road pricing when the whole situation needs to be changed if city traffic is to become pleasant experience not public impotence and thoughtlessness and continuous disaster for the planet)
RETURN TO THE FOREST IN THE CITY AND TO THE NATURE OF HUMAN INTERCOURSE AND GLOBAL JOY AND TO THE IDEAL IN EVERYTHING SAYS THE LAST WHISPERING GOD BEFORE SHE GLADLY DIES TO THE REALITY OF THE NERVOUS SYSTEM AND MODERN BELIEFS
and is it time to let go of self-interest?
* for the source of this quotation click 'daffodils in January' on website - I can't code the link from here at the moment