Friday, January 11, 2013

For My One and ONLY Ethics course (because popular ethics and sarah tend to not bode well in academic settings FOR REAL)


Sarah Dillon
Personal Community Ethics
Steve DeCaroli
Midterm Essay


Birdsong: An Interaction Between Tuva and Goucher College



"Herein lies the tragedy of the age:
Not that men are poor, - all men know something of poverty.
Not that men are wicked, - who is good?
Not that men are ignorant, - what is truth?
Nay, but that men know so little of men."
-
W.E.B. DuBois


On October 6, 2009 and I was sitting in a class entitled “Religion, Myth, and Symbol” at the Goucher College campus. Goucher is famous for promoting a global, liberal education and having the slogans “Transcending Boundaries” and “Ask big questions.” During this particular class we were visited by five throat singers from the nation of Tuva after a concert they had performed at the college the night before. The purpose of this meeting was to allow the class to hold a discussion with the singers in an attempt to better understand their culture.. The classroom was set up with six chairs in the front (one for each singer and one for the translator), these chairs were facing the desks of about 15 students from the Goucher College community. The assigned readings for the week dealt with discussions of Shamanism and we were hoping the throat singers could provide us with some insight on Shaman culture. The objective that I took into my hands was to in a sense remove myself from the class and observe how the global Goucher community acted in the presence of another culture.  Using my observations along with the film Cannibal Tours, and a study of cultural commoditization, I will argue that the act of “transcending boundaries” between cultures is not as easy as it may seem. There are endless complications involved in this, but as I have suggested before it is important that we move towards a phenomenological understanding of culture and how several cultures can interact while still maintaining integrity and purposes.
Before we begin to discuss the classroom discussion, let us first look into the history and culture of The Republic of Tuva. Tuva is a country in Siberia that is one of eighty three subjects in the Russian Federation. Despite being under the Russian Federation, Tuva is also one of twenty one Republics, meaning that they are allowed to have their own national language and constitution. The three major religions of Tuva are listed as Tibetan Buddhism, Orthodox Christian, and Shamanism. From July 1919 until February 1920 under the rule of China, the Red Army controlled Tuva. However on August 14, 1921 the Bolsheviks established the People’s Republic of Tuva. Following this in 1930, Russians were granted full citizenship in Tuva and slowly the Buddhist and Mongol traditions of Tuvan culture were reduced. Here we begin to clearly see a relationship to the oppression of the soviets into an indigenous oppression[1]. This slowly eased up in 1944 when the Soviet Union annexed Tuva causing them to become a part of the USSR. The reason that the Soviets annexed Tuva is still murky to this day. In 1990 the Tuvan Democratic Movement was created and slowly the nation began to reestablish some of the culture that they lost. Now let us take a closer look at the in class discussion.
The professor began the class with the humble approach. The professor states “I want to thank you for sharing your wisdom and spiritual feeling with us.” They nod and proceed to inform us through the translator that in fact none of them practice Shamanism. We begin to understand that each has a different amount of experience within the tradition but they emphasize the personal, natural context of their art. The sounds of nature, hearing them beyond the beauty of the rest of life  becomes the true inspiration for the art of throat singing. As the lead singer states: “Nature is in our blood”. Beginning the day and ending the day in song is key to their lifestyle. During this beautiful story I take a glance around the room and realize that very few people are looking at the person speaking, they are in fact looking at the translator or were shuffling through their books/notes. This action is deplorable, especially in the context of an educational experience in relation to culture. This in many ways is denying the other any sort of recognition or respect. This moment is comparable to a moment in the movie Cannibal Tours that took place in the market of Papua, New Guinea. In the documentary ’Cannibal Tours’ we encounter a group of ethno-tourists venturing on a supposed exploration of the native life in Papua, New Guinea. Upon a first viewing the I initially thought that the travelers remained naïve throughout their journey as they encountered the villagers in their “everyday lives.”
We find an American tourist and her guide browsing the craftwork of the natives. While the tourist debates which piece she would like to purchase, she only talks with her guide and only addresses the native when attempting to barter the price they were asking for. The parallel of these two moments comes from the manner in which the new culture is being treated. In a sense, the other is being recognized only in its relation to commodity (be it actual merchandise or in the cultural capital sense).
As the conversation continued, the students kept requesting the connection between shamanism and throat singing despite the consistent claim that there is no direct or necessary connection between the two. Eventually this was met with reluctance and dislike as witnessed through watching the change in facial expression and body language of the singers. As in the film, we can see instances in which discomfort and attachments to preconceptions of another. The emotion of discomfort is witnessed in a powerful scene of the movie in which a native is being asked questions about his daily routine while being photographed by several tourists. The discomfort expressed in the face of the native is compelling and undoubtedly reflects an ignorance on the part of the tourist. Another scene in the movie parallels the notion of preconceptions in relation to another culture. Just as the Goucher students  remained attached to the connection between Shamans and throat singing, tourists (one in particular) in the movie remained attached to the understanding of the natives as cannibals. Cannibalism was something that had not been practiced in the New Guinea tribe for quite some time, yet tourists remained fascinated by the concept. As C. Richard King mentions in his article, The (Mis)uses of Cannibalism In Contemporary Cultural Critique, Cannibal Tours, dwelling as it does on appropriation, consumption, and incorporation, implicitly argues that the cannibals of the title are not the natives but the tourists… Their dehumanizing practices literally eat up these people and their lives”. (King, The (Mis)uses of Cannibalism…, 112) The gross obscurity created by the perceptions of the tourists negates the importance of cultural practices.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   
We, as ‘anthropologists,’ hold so much in awe in the other,  that we often ignore what they bring and what they feel to the world. Towards the end of the conversation they stated that they feel that they must answer in terms of what we have, implying a loss of the self in some manner. This meeting should not have been religious at all. Their craft, why they are here, is not belief based or related but we feel that their indigenous status automatically gives their lives a spiritual potency. In times of understanding and exploration in terms of culture we must remember that people are not empty vessels, they bring an entire wealth of perspective and experience to share. Somehow, society at large must learn how to let go of preconceptions towards the world, and not expect the other to so easily meet them on their terms. There must be a middle ground. It would be all too easy to suggest a solution or extreme and be done with it. I believe that cross cultural interaction and influence (negative and positive) is unavoidable, and there must be a shift towards a pure phenomenological approach culture in order for creative progress and ethics to be even possible. Upon viewing of the film ‘Cannibal Tours’, I gained an entirely new insight on the relationship between individuals, culture, and ethics. We must ask ourselves “What right do we have?” when approaching a context that is separate from our own. By having an interest in only certain, small aspects of culture, tourists and villagers, who are part of the culture, have a hard time understanding what to expect of each other. Such limited interest in a small cultural detail tends to lead to a misunderstanding of the whole. The observer in any situation must be careful not to overstep the understanding of how the smaller aspects of a culture fit into the whole.


[1] Oddly enough one of the throat singers mentioned during the class discussion that during a performance Joseph Stalin, Leader of the Soviet Union from 1922 – 1953 did three standing ovations at the end of a performance. The juxtaposition of this in comparison to what was happening to the culture of Tuva at the time is fascinating.

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Interpretation of Clytie (from 2008)

With the rising sun there is always change
Cracking the serenity of our slumber
Bleeding oranges and reds
Oh you'd never leave me, oh reliable you.
I'd pack my bags, sell my worldly possessions
Just to be able to taste you.

I kneeled down with the lowest of low-
Equal to but not greater than the
Gravel embedded in the roadways.
I'll remain here, affixed, until we meet again.
Convolutions of necessities, altered perceptions
You were all I could see, all I wanted to see.

There is majesty in this.
The sun more and more subdued with each encounter,
I can now stare it in the eyes and call it mine
I have yet to learn how to let go.

Friday, February 24, 2012

Moving Day.

The only thing I want right now is one night uncommitted with you.
Nights like we used to have. Innocent and full of laughter on the couch.
I wasn't deceiving you, you honestly did make me belly laugh.

But now this entire house is in disarray, and you, far removed seem to not care.
God dammit, I wish that I saw one moment from you that was vulnerable.
I think then, maybe, I'd understand any of this.
But I don't, and most likely never will.

I have never felt my heart bend as much as it is right now.
With all of the changes - it's been purgatory - and you know this, it's absolutely not fair.
I don't deserve a god damn lick of this, at all.

Fuck this, I am going to bed.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Old Hat.

The cat is tearing away at the reclining portion of the couch and is slowly working his way to my feet. He gets in these fits, constantly. He balances them with these tender moments of wonder - that's why he is the most wonderful being I have encountered in ages sadly enough.

I'm down to the last half of my last warm beer and I don't mind, just let it flow.

We're afraid of our shadows or just in the face of nihilism (they are one in the same). You struggle with improvement, with challenge. Whatever it may be the answer is in your grasp.

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Allusions to a Reminder (At Least Right Now)

Don't be hopeful. You can't be hopeful. At least not right now.

Finally a true understanding of that Fitzgerald quote, the one about being a Romantic. There is hope against hope for the first time in life, and it's because this feeling is fleeting. It has to be. At least right now.

Remember girl from the Underground, this is like the snow. It's the cold obstacle that inevitably sparks new birth and growth. It doesn't last but it sure as hell inconveniences you while it is there. It blinds you from completely seeing the world around you. It's seemingly beautiful but it's actually this bitter biting thing. It is winter after all despite these deceptive waves of warmth lately. Bundle up (good thing you like scarves). At least right now.

Happiness will come to you Rhoda, wallflower extraordinaire. Just find solace in the ebb and flow of The Waves. Find your peace in the subtle sounds and the pale blues and greens. The tides come and go, and cradle you in their undulation. Don't toe the edge of the cliff, at least not right now.

It'll be spring soon Persephone. Soon you'll get to dance in the grass feel the warmth of the sun touch you in everything you do. But it can't be that way, at least for right now.
It's winter and you made that bitter biting bet with the devil. Sure it's temporary but it's there and you have to face it, at least for right now.

Charge the giants Quixote, in your ill fashioned armor/amour (both suffice). Be relentless and one day you'll become that amorous knight in a world of crude scholars, and you know that you can go on tireless and still remain heels deep in what you believe in. You know you can do this at least for right now.

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Complete Control

I am going 120 mph, but its fine, slow down, it'll be over soon.

Tonight for the first time in a long time I have started to write down questions and statements beyond pure research and quotation. It feels amazing.

For those (the few) who are interested, I have picked up my Foucault research from college again and I am starting to continue that (ease up St. Paul, it's been a two year love affair with you and my heart can't take anymore)

It essentially started as a parallel between the development and function of monasteries in relation to the development and function of prison systems around the world. I find a strong connection architecturally but goes so far beyond that... practice, socialization, what not etc. blah blah

But tonight while I was re-reading Ethics: Subjectivity and Truth by Foucault I developed a question that I feel is at the root of every paper I have written and researched, and essentially the root of my entire philosophy:

"What happens when you switch the gaze of "discipline" from being a "technique of domination" to the starting point of being a "self technology"/"technique of self"?

Yes I am sure the question is quite convoluted or maybe even complete non-sense. But for the first time in my life I am starting to realize the entire basis (maybe thesis to you who dare) of thought... what happens when we starting framing in terms of self as opposed to a complete control (yes a nod to The Clash) beyond the propelling of the self.

Again, I am most likely muddled, but I am working out the best of ways to express this.
I just want to know what a language of the self opposed to a language of faith (this includes but is not limited to religions) What does it mean to believe and see beyond yourself?

I'll leave it here, as i continue to be stalked and attacked by the cat, Sabotage... that handsome yet asshole of a cat. He bites me constantly, yet I still adore him. I don't get it.

Best,
Sarah