суббота, 23 марта 2019 г.
Cybernetic Immunology :: Essays Papers
Cybernetic Immunology In the imposts of Western science and politics--the tradition of racist, male-dominant capitalism the tradition of come along the tradition of the appropriation of nature as resource for the productions of culture the tradition of reproduction of the self from the reflections of the other - the relation between organism and work has been a border war. The stakes in the border war chip in been the territories of production, reproduction, and imagination. This chapter is an argument for pleasure in the confusion of boundaries and for responsibility in their construction. (Haraway 150) Cartesian circularities of self-identitical participants in a phallocratic order and ripples in a huge urban puddle renamed lake from a fallen body, the machines may have already won. We survive it was they who scorched the sky. Oshii Mamorus anime, turned American 1995 Japanimation classic, plays cyborg science fictionalisation with flashing lights, ou tbursts of violence, and a plot fit for cyborgs to understand in a political world of simulations transferred without effluvia directly by air-port cybernetworking into unannounced awareness in each celluloid thin character, and on their demihuman coworkers early 90s military computer monitors. The narrative tries to entangle itself so well in a political rationality of an omnipresent culture of technicism spare of scientific explanation on ein truth green, glowing, digitally exported, and unrefined urban street corner that its revealing of the real puppet outdo/super-villain (a tool of someone passive further up, our heroes presume) begs a sigh about technology coming to master itself without a care in the world for humanist restraint, much alike the mostly good natured civilians who, it seems, dont really mind an just about comically violent thug police presence that tears through their markets, melons, and minds chasing charlatans only it can see armed with overpowered bul lets in outdated guns without whatsoever of the pleasant trappings of the polite police forces we imagine secure our very ability to sit in front of a glowing subterfuge with electrically replicated pitches and decibels projected into right-angled chambers of passivity, and reflected in photons and waves to our media outlets - the doors of techno-perception. Calling skin senses a film about already misses that it is a film to as well. Mistaking cause for consequence, watching animated