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FiftyFive ~ # 21
There can be little in life more unsettling than natural disasters. As a country we are at war, man made atrocities and the human race seems to be incapable of learning to live in peace. What an odd sense of purpose we have - and this fatal flaw that gives us views that lead to bloodshed. But surely a natural disaster reminds us how fragile we really are. Haiti has been devastated by the most horrible earthquake, which also exposed how cheaply people lived for the housing and buildings were never designed to withstand such a disaster - poverty piled on disaster piled on poverty and more disaster. The only really postmodern thing about 2010 is this repetition. Foucault had it just right when he said, "All other people that don't speak the language would then be oppressed." Poverty deprives these people of the language they not only desire but need and deserve; and they are forever destined to pace around the treadmill going forward a little, then back again, in an endless repetitious cycle. The woman pictured here is one of the lucky ones - such irony... and the beautiful Kate Rusby, below, takes it to heart with heartache:
There can be little in life more unsettling than natural disasters. As a country we are at war, man made atrocities and the human race seems to be incapable of learning to live in peace. What an odd sense of purpose we have - and this fatal flaw that gives us views that lead to bloodshed. But surely a natural disaster reminds us how fragile we really are. Haiti has been devastated by the most horrible earthquake, which also exposed how cheaply people lived for the housing and buildings were never designed to withstand such a disaster - poverty piled on disaster piled on poverty and more disaster. The only really postmodern thing about 2010 is this repetition. Foucault had it just right when he said, "All other people that don't speak the language would then be oppressed." Poverty deprives these people of the language they not only desire but need and deserve; and they are forever destined to pace around the treadmill going forward a little, then back again, in an endless repetitious cycle. The woman pictured here is one of the lucky ones - such irony... and the beautiful Kate Rusby, below, takes it to heart with heartache:
