Sounding the Event: Escapades in Dialogue and Matters of Art, Nature and Time
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What constitutes an event? Propelled by this question, Sounding the Event encounters a variety of theories and a host of issues that have implications for not only conceptions of nature and becoming, subject and substance but also practices of time, art and photography. This book explores dialogue in its writing and as it encounters the philosophical utterances of Michel Serres, Isabelle Stengers, Alfred North Whitehead, Jean-Francois Lyotard, Maurice Blanchot, Gilles Deleuze and Félix Guattari, and Alain Badiou.
say that our metaphysics are metaphorics of the solid. The old opposition between solids and fluids is stupid, yet this stupidity still governs our knowledge of multiplicities. Although the old classification of solids and fluids is no longer very interesting, it is still the rock solid that is extolled in the making of concepts. But wait, listen to the rocks, press your ears close and listen to the seething multitude; every particle is aquiver. And when rocks are heard as quivering beings, as
representation means that the movement of doing is made beholden to something that is transcendent of it. And this means that the movement of doing - and the doing of movement - is made to refer to and so go back to that which is, as it were, not moving. And that is where the movement is brought to a halt - stop. Indeed, every step of the way the movement is dominated by and reduced to what, from the start, is taken as standing still. Start - stop. Start - stop. Start - stop. And what here is
twittering noise A lot of questions were hanging in the air, enough to fill a book. But there was one question that kept returning like a little refrain . .. And once again she found herself asking if an event is going to happen. -'Or, has it happened already? Rather than the too-early is it now the too-late?' She said that she didn't know the answer and I said that neither did I. All that could be done was to wait. And wait we did, and as we did we found that questions began to arise. She
foot is a stone, silvered by sunlight. My attention is caught by a stone, but at the same time I am hearing it being said that a stone is a field of activity. Is there something going on with the stone that is here, near to my foot? Well, something is going on with the stone in so far as there is, although I can't see it, a molecular dance taking place. A molecular dance is going on there, but - wait - I am hearing the word event being sounded here. Yes, I am hearing it being said that with what
ungraspable inescapable; it never lets me cease reaching what I cannot attain. And that which I cannot take, I must take up again, never to let go.'18 (The strange interval of the in-between time humbles those grasping theories, those proud theories whose right is to know - who wants to hear this?) In the meantime of the interval of until there is no passing from past to future or future to past. I'll put it like this: the intervening time of until, meanwhile, interrupts the transition from