Firing Neurons (a amateur sort of tribute to Foucault)

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This blog turned out to be the personal blog that I would be embarassed about should i read my past entries.  It is funny how you are detached by the things that you have done.  The things that you create, either a work of art, a piece of writing, a song, lyrics, poetry, is always embraced as YOU by others.  Like how record companies would issue your ‘Ultimate Collection’ or ‘Best Of’ if you are an aging band, but then again, the trend of record companies now is to issue a “Best Of..’ album after you have done only three.  Well’ to milk the cash cow while it still has a market influence.

Two purposes of writing this post:

1) The detachment from your work

2) I didn’t write a thinking piece (as opposed to personal entries) for so damn long.  I miss the Weltanschaung (AKA cigaretteburns) days.

Human life goes along the timeline.  As cliche goes that the “only thing that is constant is the change”- what we produce at a certain time freezes ourselves in a timeframe (imagine a long timeline with years and months starting with our birth and ends with our death, illustrated below with the Microsoft Pain(t) application ).  It is no longer representing us, though it did on the time of creation.  We have no claim on it, it has a life of it’s own.  The moment that you stop writing/producing is the moment that it detached from you.  That is why when you are doing something, you have to stick doing it until you have finished.  If you leave it too long, the tendency to rewrite the whole thing again is there.

You have to write on and on at the spur of the moment to keep the spirit at that time, not unlike Jack Kerouac claimed method of gonzo writing.  You write it when it is fresh on the surface of your mind, ready to be release to the world.  Keeping it makes it stale.  The work represents you when you are writing it and the detachement happens right after you have stopped and more and more so from the time you stopped till the PRESENT.  (The three language representation of the timeline of the PAST, PRESENT and the FUTURE).


Even when you are writing about the PAST in the PRESENT (the present here is ALWAYS the time when you are writing), it reflects your PRESENT (at the time of writing) thoughts on the past.  That is why people always say: “Looking back to those years…” and the present their thoughts in the PRESENT terms not in the past because it sure felt happy/sad/exciting/confusing back THEN in the PAST that they are referring to.  That is why you can still think of the time that you got your ass kicked as funny even to the fact that you certainly didn’t think of it that way when you were going through it.

So my work don’t represent me, though it did some time ago.  I might be a racist/homophobic/vegan/Chinese/Buddhist back in the past, sometimes marked with my artwork/song/poetry, but that doesn’t reflect me in the present.  Such is the complexity of human beings.

Seeing things in this perspective collects a lot of real life situations that we face everyday, other that the mentioned ironic recollection of past experience above, there is also a lesson of not prosecuting people over their past disdemeanor.  This is subjective to the timeframe of when was the last offence was commited, but if a reasonable amount of time have passed since the offence and the verdict has not been announced, there should be more leniency, especially there are signs of repentance and change in the individual.

Even among many prominent writers/thinkers/social scientists would change their perspective and ideologies along thier careers.  An ultra right could switch to being a Left vice versa.  Humans are subjected to different stimulis and experiences.  The point here is just for us to understand that people change and though most of them unmarked, some greater humans marked it with their works and perceivable by the world.  The imporatance here is to stop treating people like they remains the same, or have any claims to their work that they produced throughout their life.  With this, the abolishment of copyrights- because nothing is really original, everything that you thought have been thought of anyway- destroy the idea of (intellectual) property- the pencils you write on, the electricity you use, the people/nature/flower/animal that you captured in your photograph, the language that you use does not belonged to you.  It belong to EVERYBODY.

(Hahaha padan muka baca tulisan melilau aku.  Oops, bukan aku, korang semua yang punya)



Written by yuenkokleong

November 4, 2008 at 11:11 am

Posted in Firing neurons

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  1. I miss the Weltanschaung (AKA cigaretteburns) days.


    November 6, 2008 at 5:01 pm

  2. Show off ka?


    December 2, 2008 at 12:46 pm

  3. Tak boleh ka?
    Baru mahu berlatih akademia..
    Tak memberi motivasi langsung


    December 10, 2008 at 2:20 pm

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