City Close Encounters
posted by January 17 at 12:02 PMon
Rome just gave me an idea: The city is a chaos that works. Big cities in the Third World are chaotic, but they don’t work. For a city to be outstanding it must be at once chaotic and not fall apart. The water must run, the trash be collected, and the electricity radiate to the tidal tails of the city. But what makes this complex emergence work? The combination of wealth and love. A city must be rich (I’m not against wealth but the capitalist domination of wealth and its generation) and, most importantly, be loved. A city with just wealth is as dead as a city without it. Love is needed for the productive chaos of humanity.
While flying across the Atlantic, I listened to Gangstarr’s “In Memory Of.” Not far from the close of that melancholy track, Guru, the rapper states: “Without love, we would never exist.” We can give this statement more substance by saying: “Without love, a big city would never exist.” Because the city is about love, the country (its opposite) must be about hate. There is always something severe and mean in the manner and expressions of those who live in small towns or outside of the city. When you see them praying in a small church, or driving a pickup truck down a desolate road, what you are watching is a profound hate for humanity. There is no real love in country people.
The nature of a galaxy is not be alone in the middle of nowhere. At this moment, Andromeda is fleeing the space of its loneliness and approaching our galaxy. In six billion years, the two will meet and create one massive system of stars. Other galaxies are also coming our way, and in a future at the edge of the imagination, there will emerge a mother of a galaxy. Complexity and propinquity are the cosmic imperative, the galactic truth, the sideral law. The force of this law is love.