Saturday, November 4, 2017

Epistemological defeat


What is it like to be unable to know something-for example knowledge of the non human? Capek considered the case of talking newts; here humans simply exploited the alien as a resource. Lem's investigators sometimes do the same resorting to military or nuclear techniques to deal with the unknown entity (eg HMV)
In The Investigation and Chain of Chance the unknown is probability and coincidence. All the investigator can do in these cases is carry on with such techniques as exist and come up with can explanation however obscure even though the true cause is unknowable.Usually in Lem, investigators become anthropomorphic; Solaris researchers consult their own archives for clues. In HMV Rappaport suggests looking at science fiction for ideas to interpret the code. In Fiasco the idea is to use a cartoon display to get through to the aliens; after all every civilisation must use symbols of some sort. In summary, to talk to the non human we tell stories about humans. Phillip Dick's electric ant/android cannot know it is not human-it has to believe it is the same as the humans
Perhaps the best example of epistemological defeat is Kafka's dog which will never know how it's food originates; as the dog ponders it tells mystical dog-stories to itself about singing and hovering dog-entities- more imaginative stories than Lem's. This lead Walter Benjamin to conclude that Kafka's dog inhabited a place 'far away from the continent of man' thus occupying a more privileged epistemological position that any of the above.

Friday, October 13, 2017

Nearly Victor Serge

I was nearly Victor Serge; Like him I  was also a 'dissident's dissident'. Everyone said I had the look of Basque Beatnik-frizzy hair, jaunty scarf and Trotsky glasses. I may not be working class but I can do a good scouse accent. I have published a book about him; I've tried be like him; sometimes I think I am him.
I know that part of me was with him at Kronstadt; I swear we were together at Petrograd when Trotsky's War Train steamed in and drove the Whites out. Together with Pankratov, Eltsin and other Trotkyist comrades we served our years in exile at Orenburg
I have lived by his code. I have served with The International Socialists (IS) in York and Leeds; Like he would have done I split with IS over entryism as I did over Hungary.
But recently he has grown more distant to me. I now realise Shipley cannot be Mexico. I've been going through some of his last papers and as I walked home last night by the Shipley canal V spoke to me:
  a night filled with stars; a darkness filled with you