Belief in Conspiracy.

Hashtag: #ramble.

At work we are undoubtedly all guilty of idly talking. Often it’s in hope of incanting the clock to turn at a quicker pace. In doing so we can end up talking about all kinds of trivialities, or, on a rare occasion, stumble onto something much more profound. A few months back a colleague of mine started speaking about something which I myself considered to be dearth of substance but which everyone seemed to find pathologically intoxicating. The person in question, spouting knowledge like a street preacher, but in this case actually attracting an audience, partly out of necessity, expounded that ‘All Disney films contain subliminal references to sex”. Here below are the two examples I distinctly remember the person talking about:

It would be easy for me now to go on a rant about how all the people that believe such things are ignorami but there are plenty of such posts like that around the web, and plenty from the converse side claiming the same of non-believers. I don’t in fact think people who believe in conspiracies are stupid, many who are staunch critics of such people can often simultaneously hold a similarly uncritical belief in religion, what they do not seem to realise is that they are then much more alike to those who believe in conspiracies than they’d dare to think. Alan Moore in this clip here states he believes that “The main thing  I have learnt about conspiracy theory is that conspiracy theorists actually believe in a conspiracy because that is more comforting,  the truth of the world is that it is chaotic.” This is surely also true of religion and many other belief systems, such as Astrology to name another, in fact you could perhaps describe some conspiracy tribes as being religious or cultist in nature, it is, therefore in this light, simply another belief system in which to frame the entropy of life

Of course I’m perhaps over-egging the story at hand here, for believing that there might be subliminal messaging in Disney cartoons, because certain frames might resemble something else, is far from joining a sect that praises or curses the mythologised, cryogenically frozen, body of Walt. But, the idea that the reason we believe such things is because the world is chaotic and we resultantly need something to hang onto, even if that something is in fact little more than sham, is quite interesting, particularly in a postmodern society in which we arguably reside. Undoubtedly we all, even the most rational of us, hold onto little rips of narrative or cling to minor superstition (even if it isn’t fully believed) because that is how we understand the world, we are analytic creatures who require some semblance of order in which to function, and if that does not exist we possess powerful imaginations to make it so. Following this logic then, the people who are either attracted or even need elaborate belief structures are those who are the most needy for some kind of order, they are of no lesser in intellect than anyone else. (in fact many in academia, the institutionalised bastion of intelligence, can be drawn into conspiracy as was recently discussed on Radio 4′s Thinking Allowed show.)

When I was a teenager I was highly interested in Conspiracy (and Paganism), and this is hardly surprising when going along with what I have previously stated. At that age, going through puberty, you are of course at your most volatile and in desperate need to discover your own understanding of reality, breaking free from the shackles of parents imposing their world view on you. Conspiracy theories (and paganism for that matter) gave me the real sense that there was in fact more to life than I had been told, like a good novel there was more to the world than first met the eye. The problem was, the novels I was reading were science fiction and fantasy in nature and being read as non-fiction, I was like an alien (which many teenagers are) trying to understand the world via pop culture, shards of truth may exist within but it isn’t truth absolute. (But then again, what is?)

Many of the people that were sucking in the putrid disinformation being vomited at my workplace were the kind of people who watch trashy television, read celebrity magazines, and, work in a menial role. There is of course nothing wrong with any of the things mentioned, I do not want to come across stobbish, I mean I study popular culture so simply because something is seen as low-culture, it does not mean to does not possess value. But the point is, such people only the lower rungs, gorging on such a culture diet must surely crave, like my teenage self, more meaning to the anarchy of existence, the answer, we are told by capitalism, is to be found in consuming more trashy TV and more gossip rags. So in this scenario it is hard surprising that when an easily accessable conspiracy theory, such as the Disney one mentioned, come along they are quickly grasped. Because like good fiction, conspiracy theories capture the imagination and provide substance to an unstable world, but of course most conspiracies aren’t good fiction are they? Well, I would perhaps say, in comparison to a normal popular media diet, they could perhaps be seen as better fiction, it’s all relative and ultimately in the eye of the beholder.

As mentioned, as a teenager I was interested in conspiracy theory, as a result I own a couple of books that would be labelled conspiracy. I got speaking to this person preaching about the underhandedness of Disney and it soon became apparent that they had only really dipped there toe in the vast ocean of conspiracy theories on offer, in fact the way they were telling people about their Disney discovery was a give away really, doing so in a feverish child-like excitement of sharing some little known gossip. I got engaged in conversation and they told me a few other things they believed in, you know the sort, Moon Landings were fake and 9/11 inside job etc. I ended up giving the person a book by David Icke called: The David Icke Guide to the Global Conspiracy (And How to End It). I recently received the book back, and I tried to disguise that I owned it when walking back home by trying to conceal it under my coat. And this is why I started this post. On walking home I felt bad about lending the book to the person at all. Did I, by lending the book, legitimise the content? Have I simply encouraged someone to go down a wrong path? I’m sure many would say so. But ultimately the person reading it is an adult, they should make up there own mind as to how to interpret the content, for all I know they could have read it as fiction, for example. And besides, if the book, true or not, helps provide order to someones life is it such a bad thing? Many certainly believe it’s a fine excuse for the bible, so why not conspiracies? Ultimately it is a hard call, but I tend to take a pluralist/postmodern attitude on the whole thing, conspiracy theories are no less valid in my view than a 30′s cartoon or a Victorian novel, it is all just discourse within chaos which we can do and please what we like with.

Bookshelf Calamity

Most mornings, before I get up, I lounge in bed and read the news and check twitter and basically take on board information I don’t really need to know via my iPhone before getting up. This morning started just as typically, however, my friend, @DNY_/Chesty Cobbles, who is currently studying for a degree in fashion, sent me a text responding to an image I’d sent to him from the book I’m currently reading called Generation X.

This soon transgressed into talking about his degree, (which he dislikes) but, more specifically, about cultural and related theorists/philosophers such as Foucault, Nietzche and Barthes etc; which is a pretty light way to starts ones day. He was asking me for recommendations of who he should look up for an essay he is writing, all the names just mentioned were suggested as well as a few others, but there was one philosopher I’d only been speaking about a few days previous with mutual friend of ours which I thought would fit in perfectly with what he was after, I knew the name sounded Germanic and that he was relatively contemporary but I couldn’t get the name to come to mind, nor could I conceive of a way to search for it on Google, but what I had got was a book covering the basics of important philosophical works which I knew it just had to be in. (A little victory for books over the internet I’d like to flag-up there)

In a half-awake state I drowsily got up and staggered towards my bookshelf which was, at that point, supported by two makeshift bookends (Trophies my brother had won for playing poker). I reached for the book required, Philosophy: The Classics, and tried to delicately pinch and pull the book out towards me. In front of the books I keep various remote controls and gaming pads, on trying to manipulate the book out of its resting place I’d oafishly knocked my PS3 controller towards me, I quickly tried to catch the falling virtual reality input device, but failed; and from here the event happened suddenly, I can only assume that my right hand, which was still on the book I required, jolted from me trying to catch the PS3 pad which resulted in several books, as well as a heavy glass trophy, being placed under the spell of Lady Gravity. As a consequence I started the day in a bad mood and with a semi-broken chest of draws, although at the time the condition of my books were actually much more important to me, which I like to think is quite telling, in a positive way I hope.

The Philosopher I was after, it turned out, was Ludwig Wittgenstein.

I’d already decided to today that I wanted to put something up on my blog, and to do so more often, and while there is no real need for me to share this minor anecdote I have done nonetheless. While it was an annoying way to start the day it got me to review my book collection and tidy up my main bookshelf of which I am most pleased with as it is something I’ve wanted to do for a while; so while during, and directly after, the moment I might have been annoyed, a lot of good has come out of quite a banal incident, furthermore it’s highlighted to me that I should, rather than actually thinking about things I’d like to do, actually go ahead and do them rather than waiting for fate to force my hand.

Ink and Paper.

(apologies for any spelling/grammar errors but It’s getting late as I finish this, will go through and edit tomorrow :P)

Most of my day today, and in fact the past couple of days previously, has been entirely dominated by reading, something which I do very much enjoy. This reading has been dominated mostly by academic texts and journal articles about science fiction and fantasy as I have an essay due to be completed in less than a week and I still haven’t decided firmly on a topic to write it on, the first time I’ve ever had this problem. I have a few vague concepts so I may just have to start writing and see what I get.

Anyway, I’ve been thinking quite a bit about print media recently, firstly, and something I may very well have blogged about before, e-readers. My opinion on them is already well formed, and also very slightly conflicted. It’s assumed by many at work and by acquaintances that I would own one or intend on getting one simply because I know how to use computers and electronics, well this is not the case; furthermore I’m in fact becoming slightly anti-technology (or at least I feel disturbed/pessimistic by its overbearing influence on society) I prefer and will always prefer the real thing, a real book, over any digital copy. I know the technology behind Kindles and other such e-readers is actually really good, and that it actually makes digital content easy to read, i.e. it’s easy on the eye, but I like the physicality of real books, and while the text is the same in both physical and digital books the medium it is presented on does change message, all be it subtly, as I’m sure Marshall Mcluhan would have attested. I can understand why the devices are appealing, in 21st century technological fetishism is really easy to get sucked into, I’m guilty of it quite often, but ultimately such devices are shallow, I’m by no way anti-tech but there is something enchanting about the form of a printed book which would be lost with we al used e-reader devices. Think about that feeling you get when walking along an isle of books in a library, each new book one dusts off is an adventure waiting to rediscovered and lived or a theory waiting to both excite and educate the mind, and of course while the texts themselves would not disappear due to e-readers themselves, the public shrines to the works would certainly be damaged beyond repair. I may just be a romantic fool but I think that capturing a intangible and vaporous idea and then reconstructing it into a form that is then physical is a much more fitting tribute to the magicians behind the thoughts and ideas than simply encoding it into another untouchable form which then requires a device in order to reassemble the idea once more.

I’ve also been thinking about magazines. I and a few friends are currently trying to create a zine which is currently called Bricolage, and as the name suggests it is a hodpodge of features, stories, poems, and art and so-forth. Why are we doing it, well firstly I guess because we’d quite like to see something we’ve made in physical form, it’s much more satisfying to see something properly printed and bounded than simply on a computer screen, but secondly it’s because the mainstream magazines which are readily available are really depressing. Of course we know that our little project is unlikely to get anywhere, but it is essentially a minor backlash against the state of the industry, which is of course clearly facing tough times due to the Internet, but feeling the magazines with even more adverts or paid editorial is not the way forward, quality should rule the roost. Flicking through a technology magazine here the amount of pages is impressive, but when you strip back all the advertising there is little more than a skeleton left, no wonder they are dying and it really is a shame.

As I’m currently studying science fiction and fantasy, as I’ve mentioned, I’ve of course looked at some of the pulp fiction being produced in the 20s and 30s, much of this was not quality it has to be said but it is still a shame in my mind that one can’t go to a newsagents and buy a magazine of short stories (well I guess you can by “real life” stories, but as stated in George Orwell’s Nineteen Eighty-Four that’s just fodder to keep people distracted) Of course in the period when the pulps were at there height there wasn’t as many easily accessible media forms vying for peoples attention, but I still think that should surely still be a market for such content. Well as a result of this thought I’ve gone out my way to find some indie magazines which feature short stories, mainly fantastic literature, the first one of which is entitled Postscripts. As the year progresses I’m planning on buying some more such magazines as and when I find them and I’ll undoubtedly post some comments about them on this here blog, so be sure to stay tuned for that.

And with that ramble I depart.

Lets Talk Books: Celebrity Literature

Being in my final year at university; and potentially going on to postgraduate education, I’m naturally starting to accumulate a large amount of books. In fact I even find myself being unnaturally drawn into the second hand book stand that occasionally appears in Wolverhampton’s Wulfrun shopping centre; I’m literally (by which of course I mean metaphorically) like a bee attracted to honey (ok, that was a simile)

So recently while I belatedly tried to locate a science section within a local WHsmiths store; while waiting for someone else within the store, I couldn’t help but notice the amount of celebrity tush that was being peddled. Usually when I purchase books I tend to do it online, more often than not from amazon, and this is the reason the amount of celebrity “so called” literature that is being pushed had escaped my knowledge. From what I could see, the shop was; on the whole, nothing more than a temple praising the vacuous cult of celebrity, presumably Jordan, Kerry Katona and Cheryl Cole make up the Holy Trinity. But while these books appear to be spawned by satan himself, they actually play a vital role in keeping books alive.

Without actually going into the marketing figures yet, I can only assume that celebrity books are most probably single handedly keeping the book industry; as we currently know it, alive. So while the books are soulless and evidently appear to have a more elevated importance that science in mainstream stores, I’m willing; unlike many likeminded people I’ve spoke to, to accept that they could in fact be price worth paying. In a world where the choices for consumption of information and knowledge are ever growing and diversifying books should continue to play an important role, be them in traditional or digital form (a topic for a future blogpost perhaps).

So maybe rather than slating people for reading this celebrity rubbish, we should in fact be praising them for at least entering a book store and giving reading a go. Possibly we should thank them for keeping the industry alive for the time being. For I’m sure that many if not all of you will agree that books still have a vital role to play in shaping our knowledge of the world.

Edit: Perhaps I need to read even more, cannot believe I mis-spelt the word literature in the title, doh. Mistake has been corrected.