The present is, in fact, made out of the residue of the past. What, after all, is there materially but all that is after? Light takes time to travel to the eye across the space of a room. The speed of sound is slower still. All images are after; this is their seduction and their terror -- the distance they imply and traverse, the possible betrayal of one's senses. If the cultural future is invisible until we've noticed what we ourselves have fashioned out of the residue -- by accident, habit, intention -- the act of noticing, and its transformation (all present-tense matters), may be the most relevant focal point for an aesthetic.
//Joan Retallack, The Poethical Wager (10)
12 March 2009
the residue of the past, part II