goes in this journal it comes to the vexing , embarrassing topic "in red walk across the street." But I'll get out of there as edifying.
first Stupidity newly
describe and red when on principle not to cross the road is a form of stupidity (medium: human). There is a beautiful new word for stupid people. I found it in the German film version of the novel and Juno fags, we must regard it as usual and use myself: is a stupid man, "who is not the brightest candle in the candlestick." This new description produced fruitful visual reflection on the said issue.
second The new description als eigener Fall
Gesetz der Physik ist, dass gesehen werden nur das kann, was leuchtet oder beleuchtet wird: »It’s always night, or we wouldn’t need light«, sagte Thelonious Monk ( via Thomas Pynchon ). Der Mensch ist seit mehr als zweihundert Jahren aufgeklärt. Man nimmt an, der Durchschnittsmensch ist »angezündet«: Er leuchtet von selbst.
Tun aber nicht alle! Die finstern Kerzen pflanzen sich fort. Die Dummheit wächst in ihren Kindern weiter. Dunkelheit bleibt bestehen. Night prevails. Das Feuer der Aufklärung war bislang außerstande, diese Kerzen anzuzünden.
Sie bedürfen weiterhin der Anleuchtung. Das Licht ist ausgelagert. Beispiel Road transport: Instead of having their own system of consciousness a light that tells you when to cross the street, has the fool's light in the traffic lights. This will switch to green, he goes. His action and inaction led by a tunnel view of a traffic light, the 99.5% of the visual field - where would it be discovered, because if ever a car is in us - can be ignored.
third Searching the literature
Why is following the traffic lights is stupid and what is needed for dealing with it is an enlightened, Karl Heinz has already written drills. I quote the entire passage from his 1991 as part of his "provincialism"-column and 2000 in an anthology later named essay:
"In a highly respected newspaper of the liberal tradition is still our most beautiful cities on the groaning was recently reading about that more and more pedestrians are crossing the road do not stop at the traffic lights, so it came to many serious accidents and that was to be welcomed in view in focus intervention of the police against such pedestrian only disregarding the traffic lights. I remember one of the first Germany-section of the American magazine Life after the war, in which the still manifest "blind obedience" of the Germans, their unquestioning follow public statements were independently read, sense or nonsense, the fact that they even not crossed at red lights on the road when far and wide, no car was seen.
undoubtedly survived the traffic of the major Western European cities only independent of the regulations of traffic lights. This requires a sensitive understanding between civilian motorists and pedestrians, some sense of proportion intelligent improvisation beyond the rules, and some western German cities, besonders die jüngeren, beginnen sich so, nämlich urban, zu verhalten [Hervorhebung IWBL] . Offenbar wird es aber vom System nicht zugelassen, und die journalistischen Tugendwächter einer Ideologie des gefahrlos Netten geben dem ihren Zuspruch.«
4. Phänomenalisierung
Ich finde diesen Gehorsam auch noch im Jahr 2010. Und zwar in Wien. Ich liste auf, wann und wo mein und anderes urbanes Verhalten vom Pöbel beschimpft wurde:
• Fuhr in Wien ca. März 2010 mit dem Rad von der Avedikstraße kommend bei rot rauf zur Schmelzbrückenrampe; junge männliche Stimme rief, in Wiener Dialekt, mir afterwards: "Are color blind"
• Vehicle in Vienna in October 2010 with the bike throughout the Mariahilfer Strasse, without need to calculate only once before one of the cute zebra stripes for shoppers and Shopping Sherpas are ?. The miss was a squalid, mean from a can Schwechat beer-drinking women age, they barked, in Viennese dialect, to me: Are "color blind"
• Las in Oct. 2010 on Facebook this message a (Wiener) friends? that is 20 € had to pay a fine because he "behavior of a pedestrian" (?) on the day down the road and had crossed in red. At half three in the night.
In summary, I can say: There really is this shameless informers in Vienna, and there are, curiously enough, locals, in effect, city-dwellers. If, after Georg Kreisler, Vienna Vienna would not only beautiful, Vienna is not only a metropolis Vienna!
The police are also stupid indeed so. But do I have to report their own encounters. And that was not so embarrassing and financially devastating to an end as that of my friends, no, it was heroic, and I must go back a far before I can describe it.
5th Aesthetics of Resistance
Karl Heinz Bohrer is thank God in his life been busy not only to describe the stupidity of his countrymen. Drill "great achievements" are literary studies of romantic texts and texts of classical modernism from Baudelaire to me,.
In one of his essays, he called the violence in Heinrich von Kleist's stories as a feature of its "striking style." Kleist was shaken. He picked up his actions to a violent act. Often, notes drills, they are accompanied by almost violent views. For example, in the famous final scene of Michael Kohlhaas: Before Kohlhaas swallows the piece of paper he keeps the eye "fixed on the man with blue and white plumes addressed. " Only with this in mind, he makes evident who his final act of violence, the destruction of the label applies.
I share now with pride that I too was molested by a police officer in respect to traffic lights - and answered in striking styles. I will try to describe the course of this event, as if I were Kleist:
"I came in the evening, from a supermarket, and stopped at the crossing, which I crossed every day, quietly and routinely, and their I order traffic lights, as if my pocket, knew, at first, because, from afar the Audi, with loud noises, heranzog, and I knew from life experience, how quickly such a deceptively Raser, the eye, to the site are. When, like an arrow, the vorbeigezischt Audi, I sat down in motion, and went imitated by any sheep around me, over, to the other side, and was there, in the direction of my apartment, a few meters on the road than from car of a police patrol, the window equally, by electronic motors pulled down, was a man with short hair, a coarse, angry face I held out, and because I let this kind ugliness of habit ignored, I called out, "there is now but red "- which I, in my city Conduct violated a defiant word I thought, instead, however, as endblöd, zurückzubellen the barking rebel, I was silent, and pointed, without stopping, with a cold stare, the "fuck you mean," my head towards the traffic lights, which,! colleagues of the Insurgent for Losfahrt necessarily in exactly that moment, began as perfecting my vision, to glow green.
The window was moved up the car from rolling, and came from behind the sheep. "
heard so it is.
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