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help me out here - 'the annoyance of the new'

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Morning.

I'm looking to read about and around this if I can find what I am looking for. Trouble is, I don't know what I am looking for.

I'm looking for stuff about how and why we slow down and tire (mentally I suppose) and become annoyed the new, because nothing is new, really. You get to a point in your life where most stuff in some, often minor, way reminds you of something else.

I get this a lot with films and TV and books and cartoons and work. Jesus, work.

Anyway, theory types, point me in the right direction 'eh?

I'm fucking sick of the wide-eyed-wonderousness of it all :)
 
1:9 The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that which is done is that which shall be done: and there is no new thing under the sun.

1:10 Is there any thing whereof it may be said, See, this is new? it hath been already of old time, which was before us.

1:11 There is no remembrance of former things; neither shall there be any remembrance of things that are to come with those that shall come after.
 
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.


...



What we call the beginning is often the end
And to make an end is to make a beginning.
The end is where we start from. And every phrase
And sentence that is right (where every word is at home,
Taking its place to support the others,
The word neither diffident nor ostentatious,
An easy commerce of the old and the new,
The common word exact without vulgarity,
The formal word precise but not pedantic,
The complete consort dancing together)
Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,
Every poem an epitaph. And any action
Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea's throat
Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.
We die with the dying:
See, they depart, and we go with them.
We are born with the dead:
See, they return, and bring us with them.
The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree
Are of equal duration. A people without history
Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern
Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails
On a winter's afternoon, in a secluded chapel
History is now and England.

With the drawing of this Love and the voice of this
Calling

We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Through the unknown, remembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple-tree
Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half-heard, in the stillness
Between two waves of the sea.
Quick now, here, now, always—
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing not less than everything)
And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flame are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one.
 
fuck new, it's a marketing lie.

Not just the stuff we're sold. Products or otherwise.

Even down to the over zealous 'Ohh Hiiiiiiii' from people selling you fucking coffee or trying to chug a DDR sign up from you, because they want you to be their friend so they can sell you two or get a tip etc. blah.

The new experience, flavour, smell, person, fuck, drug, pain, thrill...and so it goes (on). It's all that. Even in the workplace. The same shit. Rebadged. Over and over and over again. It is this that I am interested in along with the concept of not being able to ignore information that is in your path/eyeline/bus/TV shows/Spotify feed/podcast/film. You have no choice walking down the street to not 'see' the advert or whatever - you may not read or engage with it, granted, but it is still there, still proximate, still new, still communicating. I can't remember which theory covers it but someone I read recently spoke about people 'we're never not communicating'.

All that.
 
Not just the stuff we're sold. Products or otherwise.

Even down to the over zealous 'Ohh Hiiiiiiii' from people selling you fucking coffee or trying to chug a DDR sign up from you, because they want you to be their friend so they can sell you two or get a tip etc. blah.

The new experience, flavour, smell, person, fuck, drug, pain, thrill...and so it goes (on). It's all that. Even in the workplace. The same shit. Rebadged. Over and over and over again. It is this that I am interested in along with the concept of not being able to ignore information that is in your path/eyeline/bus/TV shows/Spotify feed/podcast/film. You have no choice walking down the street to not 'see' the advert or whatever - you may not read or engage with it, granted, but it is still there, still proximate, still new, still communicating. I can't remember which theory covers it but someone I read recently spoke about people 'we're never not communicating'.

All that.
Eventually, the only novel experience remaining is to personally insult every creature in the universe in alphabetical order.
 
Parmenides said everything worthy of consideration on this point in the late sixth century BCE. No need to read his epigones: they just go over the same ground again, and again, and again....
 
TS Eliot again:

You say I am repeating
Something I have said before. I shall say it again.
Shall I say it again? In order to arrive there,
To arrive where you are, to get from where you are not,
You must go by a way wherein there is no ecstasy.
In order to arrive at what you do not know
You must go by a way which is the way of ignorance.
In order to possess what you do not possess
You must go by the way of dispossession.
In order to arrive at what you are not
You must go through the way in which you are not.
And what you do not know is the only thing you know
And what you own is what you do not own
And where you are is where you are not.
 
Morning.

I'm looking to read about and around this if I can find what I am looking for. Trouble is, I don't know what I am looking for.

I'm looking for stuff about how and why we slow down and tire (mentally I suppose) and become annoyed the new, because nothing is new, really. You get to a point in your life where most stuff in some, often minor, way reminds you of something else.

I get this a lot with films and TV and books and cartoons and work. Jesus, work.

Anyway, theory types, point me in the right direction 'eh?

I'm fucking sick of the wide-eyed-wonderousness of it all :)
Don't think it's quite what you're after, but wonder if you've read david edgerton's excellent "the shock of the old: technology and global history since 1800"
 
1:9 The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that which is done is that which shall be done: and there is no new thing under the sun.

1:10 Is there any thing whereof it may be said, See, this is new? it hath been already of old time, which was before us.

1:11 There is no remembrance of former things; neither shall there be any remembrance of things that are to come with those that shall come after.

...and there shall be a great confusion as to where things really are, and nobody will really know where lieth those little things with the sort of raffia work base that has an attachment.
 
Not just the stuff we're sold. Products or otherwise.

Even down to the over zealous 'Ohh Hiiiiiiii' from people selling you fucking coffee or trying to chug a DDR sign up from you, because they want you to be their friend so they can sell you two or get a tip etc. blah.

The new experience, flavour, smell, person, fuck, drug, pain, thrill...and so it goes (on). It's all that. Even in the workplace. The same shit. Rebadged. Over and over and over again. It is this that I am interested in along with the concept of not being able to ignore information that is in your path/eyeline/bus/TV shows/Spotify feed/podcast/film. You have no choice walking down the street to not 'see' the advert or whatever - you may not read or engage with it, granted, but it is still there, still proximate, still new, still communicating. I can't remember which theory covers it but someone I read recently spoke about people 'we're never not communicating'.

All that.


It's over saturation of markets enabled by globalism and the internet, every part of society seems to be infected. There is no escape.
 
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