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The limit(ation)s of literacy: meandering toward a (trans)media ecology of futures
Because, as I point out early in the talk, all futures are narratives, and all futures are thus media(ted). This has important implications for those of us producing futures, with regard to both the processes of (re)production, and the (re)distribution of the resulting product. Per Neil Postman, media are environments, which assign roles and preconfigure possible (and impossible) responses; understanding the affordances various media (and combinations thereof), and the particular ways in which they shape speculative narratives, is therefore vital to futuring as a critical utopian project.
Friend of the blog Paul Graham Raven recently posted his talk from the Futures Brought to Life symposium.
Its an extremely interesting talk on experiential futures, media literacy, the imagination, narratives etc. well worth your time if you are engaging with solarpunk beyond / deeper than just its surface aesthetic.
At Time’s Up the real, probable, improbable and fantastic blurred. We would probe the interstices of speculation and physical narrative, collectively dreaming and dredging up the fragile, elaborate gossamer webs of a lucid peninsula — a gleaming, satin-dark alternate reality. At the same time, we would celebrate. It seemed that a celebration was always imminent: the launch or conclusion of a project; the completion of a pressure-cooker booksprint; birthday parties, surprise or not; arrivals, departures, beginnings and ends. Here, the blurring of realities was mostly, and most pleasantly, a factor of social euphoria and endless bottles of wine, and it sometimes felt that I had stumbled into an enchanted realm where non-stop parties were the norm. But whether parties or physical narratives, everything we did at Time’s Up was infused with the carnivalesque.
via https://medium.com/@alkan/a-fragment-of-times-up–62efedfbbf39
If the creative process were to be seen as a syncopated beat in alternating Dionysian and Apollonian modes, we’d definitely reached a Bacchic ad libitum on Wednesday night. Fuelled in part by the cumulative effects of nearly three days’ commensality and countless glasses of wine, participants were in a riotous mood. Distinctions between work and play grew fine indeed. The mounting insanity, the atrocious DJ’ing, cabin fever induced by the overcast weather — I had to escape. I fled the loft to walk in the twilight and talk to yaks and, returning to an eerily silent downstairs by the fire, became absorbed in black elephant selfies. By the end of this evening (and I don’t exactly know when it ended) we had 34,111 words. Tomorrow, it seemed, the sober process of redaction would have to start all over again.
via https://medium.com/@alkan/attersee-booksprint–2014-e8454127cc18