Trash makes an ethical claim on us, it reflects and beckons, asks us to come near, to search its secrets, to learn—by looking—not only about the past but about our future. Here is what has been rejected and thrown out (where there is no longer an “out”).
trash resides always at the edge of beauty, a kind of negative pleasure, the worthless comes back as valuable.
Trash is the image of the “clue,” as in a Detective Novel, where we have the perfect symbol of this return: a little nothing turned to something by attention. This attention allows us to think through
human existence not as a utopian or romantic condition existing prior to social inscription, but as something that always bears the trace of history, social position, region, and the uneven distribution of risk.
By bringing in what is typically DISPOSABLE, we see how flexible and arbitrary value is. By bring in what is typically disposable into scenes of love, we learn love’s way of turning attention to what would otherwise be ignored.
It is a love for attention itself, a call to a radical inclusivity and the falling of the usual orders, frameworks, and hierarchies. The same kind of attention you would ideally give to your loved on.
(NOTE: Many of these thoughts and language for them were stolen from elsewhere. I no longer remember where. Perhaps thats the point.)
trash resides always at the edge of beauty, a kind of negative pleasure, the worthless comes back as valuable.
Trash is the image of the “clue,” as in a Detective Novel, where we have the perfect symbol of this return: a little nothing turned to something by attention. This attention allows us to think through
human existence not as a utopian or romantic condition existing prior to social inscription, but as something that always bears the trace of history, social position, region, and the uneven distribution of risk.
By bringing in what is typically DISPOSABLE, we see how flexible and arbitrary value is. By bring in what is typically disposable into scenes of love, we learn love’s way of turning attention to what would otherwise be ignored.
It is a love for attention itself, a call to a radical inclusivity and the falling of the usual orders, frameworks, and hierarchies. The same kind of attention you would ideally give to your loved on.
(NOTE: Many of these thoughts and language for them were stolen from elsewhere. I no longer remember where. Perhaps thats the point.)
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