I am curious to know what would happen if art were suddenly seen for what it is, namely, exact information of how to rearrange one’s psyche in order to anticipate the next blow from our own extended faculties...
The artist is a person who is expert in the training of perception.
Violence is the quest for identity. When identity disappears with technological innovation, violence is the natural recourse.
Transmitted at the speed of light, all events on this planet are simultaneous. In the electric environment of information all events are simultaneous, there is no time or space separating events.
Until writing was invented, man lived in acoustic space: boundless, directionless, horizonless, in the dark of the mind, in the world of emotion...
I do not explain, I explore.
Of the many unforeseen consequences of typography, the emergence of nationalism is, perhaps, the most familiar.
Language as the technology of human extension, whose powers of division and separation we know so well, may have been the “Tower of Babel” by which men sought to scale the highest heavens. Today computers hold out the promise of a means of instant tr.
The past went that-a-way. When faced with a totally new situation, we tend always to attach ourselves to the objects, to the flavor of the most recent past. We look at the present through a rear view mirror. We march backwards into the future.
The products of modern science are not in themselves good or bad; it is the way they are used that determines their value.
Those conspiracies that are too incredible to be believed, are by the same right, those which most often succeed.
Faced with information overload, we have no alternative but pattern-recognition.
What is very little understood about the electronic age is that it angelizes man, disembodies him. Turns him into software.
Like primitive, we now live in a global village of our own making, a simultaneous happening. It doesn’t necessarily mean harmony and peace and quiet but it does mean huge involvement in everybody else’s affairs.
The greatest propaganda in the world is our mother tongue, that is what we learn as children, and which we learn unconsciously. That shapes our perceptions for life. That is propaganda at its most extreme form.
Mysticism is just tomorrow’s science dreamed today.
Clear prose indicates the absence of thought.
Fish did not discover water.
The wheel is an extension of the foot, the book is an extension of the eye, clothing an extension of the skin, electric circuitry an extension of the central nervous system.
Our motor car is our supreme form of privacy when we are away from home.