Thursday, 26 November 2009

A Beautiful Ramble (That I can't claim to have written)

In my Victorian literature module we are about to start studying Elizabeth Barret Browning (1806-1861).

She was a poet who wrote some incredible love poems, one of which has completely captured my heart and all I want to do is share it with you.

This is number 43 from a collection of sonnets called Sonnets from the Portuguese.

So here goes.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, - I love thee with the breath, 
Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, 
I shall but love thee better after death.

There is no way in hell that you can not feel the passion behind that poem. I just hope that it brightens up your day. I will write something new soon.

Far too much work on at the moment, hence I'm actually doing work in the middle of the afternoon! (ok, with slight procrastination).



Anyway love you all.

Ciao Bellas Xx

 

Monday, 16 November 2009

Rambled Baudrillard

Evening,
So this is going to be a little different to the usual posts that I do... I'm not going to cut out the self-indulgence but this also isn't about my life. Much.

In one of my Sociology lectures on Thursday we discussed Jean Baudrillard, the French Philosopher and Sociologist. We read an obituary from the Guardian on Baudrillard and then proceeded to attempt a civilised deliberation.

You might need a little bit of background knowledge about this Seminar I have. It is taken by a middle-aged, female, Communist who spends her life in black. Someone who I would never want to get on the wrong side of!

Anyway, of the 15 or so people that turn up to this Seminar, I'd say that easily 1/3 are mature students. Mature students who have an extra couple of decades' worth of life experience to add to their knowledge and opinions compared to the green Undergraduates who have just come out of college for the standard University life.

We are all supposed to read the obituary, and answer two questions ready for discussion:
1.) Consider what has been the main contribution of Baudrillard to Social Theory.
2.) What are the advantages and disadvantages of Baudrillard's theory?

Well. Baudrillard, born in 1929, could easily be referred to as a Post-modernist, and even a Conspiracy theorist. He questioned reality, mistrusted the media and believed in a 'hyper-reality'. It was he who helped to coin the term 'virtual-reality' and decided that we are the "simulacrum of (ourselves)." The portrayal of Baudrillard through his obituary gives the impression that he was a very ironic, sarcastic, entertaining and somewhat cynical man. He is perceived as a very influential contemporary social theorist, but his entire arguments about how we don't exist in a real world, (yeah, the Gulf War never actually happened) sound as if he wanted to make an absurd theory just to see who would follow it.

For example, the 1999 film The Matrix takes many of his ideas and uses them to create this fictitious world where we are all controlled by machines in a world that doesn't really exist. However, Baudrillard protested against the film saying that, "The Matrix is surely the kind of film about the matrix that the matrix would have been able to produce," and so doesnt want to get involved with it personally. Despite his reasoning and firm belief of 'virtual-reality' he doesn't ever give us a way to become real; it's almost as if we are doomed to live in this 'hyper-reality'!


So the examples that my fellow students start to fling around the classroom include; Disney-isation (apparently that is a word), airbrushing, films (CGI in particular), computer games, plastic surgery, internet dating, fashion, the list is endless. According to Baudrillard, Disney films and Disneyland/world corrupt our children into believing in a false world. We are socially conditioning them to believe in the 'happily ever after' ending, that animals can talk, that, in the case of Pocahontas, history wasn't at all bloody and painful but in fact a walk in the park.

Then of course general films were brought into the mix, how we apparently believe that what happens in the films happened in real life. Seriously, the Saw franchise would have a field day if they knew that everyone completely believed in the horrendous torture that occurs throughout those films. The conversation then rambled on to airbrushing. On to how our 'virtual life' no longer knows what it is to be beautiful and how we all want to look younger and we have to look like the celebrities in the magazines who have flawless skin and are size zero.

Apparently there is this incessant need for us to want to achieve 'the American Dream' but in actual fact chasing that dream is giving in to the 'virtual reality' and embracing our simulacrum. The line between what is real and what is virtual is being blurred by our society and we are letting it. We just try to fulfil our wants, without really knowing what it is what we want, because we never have enough. We get seduced into wanting to possess objects and adopt styles that say more about who we are than we can ourselves.

Baudrillard has a point in that we are completely obsessed with the idea of celebrity and instant gratification and this idea of globalisation - that the entire (Western) world is obsessed with having one economy, one financial market that can be monopolised for capitalist gain. It was Marx who said that capitalism was the result of the class struggle between the bourgeoisie and the proletariat, which Baudrillard expanded on to say that it the class distinctions had 'been replaced, in the "post-industrial" era, with the problem of simulation'.

Yet is it fair to say that we don't know what is real? Taking it to the extreme, we can't honestly, 100% know anything about anyone else's lives unless we experienced it firsthand. Everything that we hear from other people we judge based on our perception and the reliability of the source, but if we have been socially conditioned to believe; the 6 o'clock news, the Guardian, the internet etc. then why would we ever have any reason to doubt it?

In reference to the ideas that people can spend their entire lives blinkered by 'virtual reality', I don't doubt that it is possible. Some people may lack actual social skills and thus spend their lives hiding away on the computer, having virtual relationships, ordering their food online, doing work at home, talking to people on networking sites, watching films and tv, reading nothing other than what is fed to them through their frequented websites, playing games in virtual worlds, and their lives do lack any form of reality, think the Disney (!) Pixar (!!) film Wall-E, set in the distant future.

However ironic Baudrillard tries and succeeds to be, he does bring up some interesting points about where we are headed. I find it difficult to understand wanting to explain the gory details of war to a child who wants nothing more than to see moving pictures and a simple storyline, or how we can honestly believe that men and women over the age of 40 can be wrinkle free without plastic surgery or airbrushing (which I accidentally said in out loud in the seminar... Didn't go down too well).

We live in a world where we care about our image and how we dress and we aspire to have a better life. How is that unreal? The Western world have it ingrained that we should be ambitious, aim high and want more than we have. How is that unreal? We want to believe what we are told because it is easier for us to believe than to question everything, we want to have easy and happy lives with no troubles or scandals. How is that unreal?

But then, in comparison to our capitalist, commodity fetishism there is the hard reality of poverty, discrimination, prejudice, environmental disasters and crime, which is impossible to escape and is the only life that some people know. They have no access to our 'hyper-reality'. Escapism escapes the very people who need it most and we are stuck in a world where we are more concerned about fashion and plastic surgery than saving lives and trying to live the most real life that we can imagine. One without the desolate hardships or the ridiculous extravagance.



Ciao Bellas
Xx

Friday, 6 November 2009

Lazy Ramble

I started this weeks ago but then got distracted by life ^_^.
<3 you all
Xx

Aloha...
I know I've been trés lax about my posts since going back to uni but as I'm waiting for a R to arrive and come spend some quality time with me this weekend (and bring me up my shoes, SERIOUS tragedy when those were all left at home!!) I thought I'd pass the time by writing here. Means I don't have to get out of bed from watching Vampire Diaries. Oh so cool.
But yeah... this is a little fiction that I wrote during the summer...

Joanna peered out the window mentally preparing herself for the ordeal ahead. She had folded her arms across her chest, the cigarette enmeshed between two of her fingers as the frustration of her mundane life once again came to the forefront of her mind. Sighing, Joanna took a final drag of the cigarette and flicked it towards the ash-tray, emblazoned with the intertwined C's of glamorous Chanel. Vintage, of course, no longer was smoking seen as a fashionable past-time. She slunk towards her desk, papers creating a dilapidated barrier between her and the keyboard of her computer and proceeded to shuffle the unnecessary mess into disorganised piles. Free at last the keyboard gleamed with anticipation, willing Joanna's meticulous nails to type it into life.

Sweeping the mouse across its pad the screen beamed into life, a tunnel of light causing a rue smile across Joanna's face. Three precise clicks later Joanna had now entered the virtual world where she was that pristine, sophisticated, epitome of elegance that she tried so hard to maintain and waited to see who had taken the time to inform her of the world's goings-on.

The usual emails ensued;

Sue, the editor of Grace, the magazine that she worked for, had forwarded the usual end-of-the-month paranoia's. Thankfully this didn't need a reply; Joanna knew that civility was no longer present in her demeanour and that would definitely come out in an email, even if it was unintentional.

Frank, her eldest son, had updated her on his mundane job in a bank, somewhere. Joanna knew that she should find it touching that he liked to keep in touch, but honestly at the age of twenty-seven you'd think that he'd be glad to relieve himself of his parents. How could her sons be more different? Joe was somewhere in South America following some Incan trail and had reported back last month with a few words congratulating her and Simon for their 29th wedding anniversary.

Speaking of Simon, his email confirmed her trip to France to meet up with him in four days. He hoped that she was not feeling alone and that the weather was not getting to her, soon she would have the well-deserved break away from work. Apparently the weather in Southern France was windy but warm.

'Married for nearly three decades and we still talk about the weather,' Joanna muttered to herself, 'some things will never change,' the rueful smile had yet to abandon the bemused look that gave small hints of past memories in her shining eyes.

She scrolled down to the next emial; Magda had written reams about her latest beau, a thirty-something entrepreneur who had invented some sort of machine-washable mobile or the like. Joanna smiled and pressed 'print', preparing to save the entire monologue for when the wind was really holwing and she needed cheering up with her cup of tea and the latest drama.

With the more familiar emails out of the way Joanna was now ready to trawl though the emails that paid for her extravagant living. Lighting a cigarette with her limited edition, vintage Chanel lighter Joanna took a satisfying drag, four more days, she chanted in her head, four more days.

Dear Mrs Miles, 

I am writing to ask for your help. I have recently had an operation but am unwilling to tell people what, as it is rather embarrassing. I don't know how to reply to questions that I get and wondered whether a white lie would be appropriate.

Yours, JM Wolverhampton


In your position I would tell a black lie; say that you were having cosmetic surgery. If anyone dares to ask 'on what' just pretend to be offended that they hadn't noticed. 
And if you were having cosmetic surgery, there is nothing to ashamed of. Unless of course it went wrong. Then believe me, everyone knows.

Mrs Miles


Dear Mrs Miles, 


I recently saw an advert for salsa classes and wondered how to approach my wife in asking her to join me in these weekly practices. We are both in our late forties and of ample size but any suggestion of physical activities has the nasty habit of turning into an argument. I do feel inspired to learn something new and feel it might benefit us both. Hope you can help.


Yours, DS West Midlands


I fully applaud your desire to learn something new, try taking up etiquette classes so as not to refer to your wife as 'ample sized' in a magazine. Or ever.

Mrs Miles

Dear Mrs Miles, 

My daughter is soon to be turning 21 and I am unwilling to break with tradition and have a family get-together. However, I have just found out that her boyfriend wants to surprise her with a trip to Paris for that weekend. I am in a dilemma of what to do and would appreciate your advice.

Yours, PS Durham

You have nothing to worry about; the trip to Paris is no longer a surprise. And now you can talk to your daughter about how you want her birthday to go. Appreciate away.

Mrs Miles

Dear Mrs Miles, 

I am about to go on holiday with my boyfriend of 8 months for the first time. We are going to Spain. I have stayed at his before but this is a whole week with one person. I'm not sure whether I should prepare for the worst and hope for the best of just enjoy myself and think nothing of it.

Yours, ST Kent


What is the problem? I'm sure he will love you even with all your bikini, waxing, body and tanning issues. And after a week if he hasn't noticed all your effort, chuck him - to use the more colloquial phrase.

Mrs Miles









Right... That's kinda it. I'm sure those of you who read Style from the Sunday paper will recognise the snide, bitchy style. Love you all and sorry it's taken me sooooo long to write here!
 
Ciao Bellas Xx