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On Imagination: Media

Today our imagination is constrained by commerce.  This is not say imagination was not constrained at other times and in other cultures.  Indeed, Jesus' ministry had the same aim, within the culture of his time, to release imagination from similar constraints.

The powers always want to control the people.  In Rome it was 'bread and circuses' and in our time junk food and the market, especially entertainment.

It is as if art has been elbowed aside by the media.  What counts is our ability to reproduce things as commodities.  I suppose it goes back to early manufacturing.  Instead of depending on local craftspeople, it became possible to purchase goods mass produced to common standards.

From the beginning this was both a blessing and a curse.  The retail co-operative movement aimed to ensure that food was at a good standard, not adulterated.  These co-ops ameliorated the exploitation associated with control of the means of production and also helped mutual societies develop modern transport, wholesale and retail infrastructure.  Today, many of the mutual associations, designed to protect the interests of working people, have long ago been absorbed into the world's financial markets.

We have never had access to so much art.  Through media whether it is TV, film, DVD or the Internet we have historically unparalleled access to art.  This is possible through our ability to reproduce and distribute millions of identical copies.

Art can lose its moorings in our minds when we become consumers of entertainment, no longer able to relate its imaginary worlds to reality.  So, we have the example of the recent film Alice in Wonderland, where the book is lost, its anchors in reality cut away so to float it in the hegemonic pabulum of American imperialist culture.  It is no longer a work of imagination but something that stands in for imagination.  For all its tricksiness, it is held firmly in the teeth of those who would tell us what to think.

This misuse of imagination as a means to enslave, is not restrained to art and media.  Fantasies rooted in false consciousness generated by the powers, is always in tension with the art of the day.  Art at its best is a means of seeing beyond illusions to something real.  Sometimes our eyes are opened and we recognise the real world beyond the magician's lamp.

The problem is the world behind our fantasies is not the world of ideals, such as Plato suggested were behind the shadows projected on the wall of his cave.  Today, we see these ideals are themselves an illusion.  So, what is real?  If we want to answer that question we need to use our imagination.

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On Imagination: Arts

We naturally think of art when we think of imagination and so it is a reasonable place to start.  The thing about the arts is not that they are imaginary but their reality.  When we look at a work of art (or listen to it, even taste it) we relate to what we recognise in it.  So, when I look at a Caravaggio painting I see something I can relate to.  The theme might be biblical, even mythical, but I find real people struggling with real lives.  The same themes in a baroque style leave me cold; I recognise less in a baroque painting.

I've always had a fondness for science fiction and so permit me to illustrate what I mean through a brief review of the recent series of Dr Who on BBC 1.  I have followed Dr Who, with a break for the period when I was a grown up, since I was 9, when it started in 1963.  It is interesting to see how each era is reflected in the stories and in the way they are told.

Recent episodes have made me uneasy and I think the reason is that I am not recognising in them a reality I can relate to.  Let me go back to the final episode that featured David Tenant as the Doctor.  In that episode he fell out of a spacecraft, crashed through a glass ceiling and landed on a marble floor.  He sustained a few cuts but was otherwise unscathed.  The problem is, this was lazy writing but you can get away with it, if the story is strong.

The story was not strong.  The whole universe was under threat (again).  The jeopardy was ramped up to such a degree that the writers only option was to hit the reset button and use what used to be called deus ex machina to restore the status quo ante.

The same problem can be found in the finale of the most recent series.  The cliffhanger at the end of the penultimate episode included all of the Doctors enemies ganging up on him, imprisoning him in a prison designed so no-one could get out of it, meanwhile the Tardis exploded, bringing the entirety of space and time to a halt.

The final episode was full of neat tricks but to me was unconvincing.  I couldn't relate to the premise of the end of universe (again).  Contrast this with an earlier episode about Vincent Van Gogh.  Here the Doctor was unable to prevent Van Gogh's suicide.  It was written by Richard Curtis and featured reproductions of Van Gogh's paintings as sets.  Much of this was convincing even though it was also fantastic.  The episode featured a most unconvincing monster and it didn't matter at all.  The monster had a function to enable a bigger story to be told.

Now, I appreciate Dr Who is not high art but its popularity suggests it touches on themes that have meaning for people.  It is fantastic but also familiar.  Works of the imagination function best when rooted in reality.  Pure fantasy becomes boring because it has no meaning for us.

Applied imagination can speak to us through art.  Imagination left to its own devices, connected to nothing, does not make connections to what we know. 

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On Imagination

I have been giving some thought to the nature of imagination and in this, and a few posts following, I will share them.

I have suggested (most recently in my last post) there is far more about the universe than is picked up by our senses and perceived after being processed by the brain.  This is an evolutionary necessity.  Our senses and brains select enough to present a reasonably stable picture of the world around us.

Other species have senses different from our own.  So, birds and insects for example, detect different wavelengths of light.  They perceive colours unknown to humanity.  We cannot conceive of different colours to the ones we know.  But we know they exist because they relate to wavelengths of light and some animals can see light we cannot.

One question philosophers have asked, is whether we all perceive the same thing.  The answer seems to be both yes and no.  Yes because we perceive in sufficiently similar ways to be able to communicate about the things we perceive.  I don't suppose we can ever be certain we all perceive, for example, colours in the same way.  But the chances are we do because we seem to have a similar response to them.  I suspect the major differences are culturally determined.  There was a time when colours were not named and so people compared the colours of things, eg Homer, I think, writes of the 'wine dark sea'.  Some people have a condition called synaesthesia,  where they experience the sense data of one sense from the stimuli of another, eg some people perceive numbers or musical notes as colours.

So, everything we know is inside of our heads.  We cannot know the universe as it really is because we have no access to it as it really is.  We can use instruments to detect things outside the range of our senses but ultimately everything is processed by our brains.

The odd thing is we can agree about so much.  I can describe an object to you and you can locate it and pick it up, I can give you directions to my house, I share a place with my neighbours and we all experience it in a very similar way.

My suggestion is everything we perceive is the work of our imagination.  We distinguish what we call 'real' from what we call 'imaginary' through recognition.  We carry a picture of a place or person in our minds and name what we see according to that picture.  Several descriptions of the same thing will be both different and recognisable. 

Theologically, I suggest we think of recognition as love.  It is recognition this person and this place is unique, something to be treasured because it is unique.  We fall in love when we contemplate the form of a tree, the detail of a beetle, the apparent infinity of the universe.  Each of these things has its integrity, each time we look we see more and yet recognise it as the same. 

Even the thing we hate has this property.  Emotion often accompanies recognition and so it should.  The thing we should fear is not our passions but our indifference.

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Observing the Big Bang

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I recently wrote about the quantum singularity that, it seems, defined the probability of the Big Bang.  Singularities collapse when they are observed and so the question is, who observed the Big Bang? 

It is tempting to jump to the conclusion that God was the observer.  The implications of this for the inflated egos of some Christians is something to be avoided.  Proving God is a preoccupation for those Christians who find faith difficult and so have to bolster it with a dose of triumphalism to help God along in God's relationship with humanity.

This view of God as all powerful is immensely damaging.  It feeds the egos of church hierarchies and anyone who believes the most important thing is to be right.

There are, as I said in the post (link above), other interpretations of quantum mechanics where an observer is not needed.  As ever we are not dealing with certainties.

There is of course another option.  Someone else observed the singularity who is not God.  Of course, there is only one known possibility and that is humanity.

We know humanity has observed evidence of the Big Bang (not the actual event obviously).  Remember Schroedinger's cat; we don't see it die, it is both alive and dead until it is observed.

What if over all the millions of years before humanity, the universe was in a state of neither existing nor not existing?  Until humanity appeared on the scene, aware of their own existence and of the universe around them.

The universe becomes real as we become aware that it is real.  The universe is a construct of human consciousness.  We know that.  Our senses and brains strip out most of the information available to us.  We depend on this for survival.  The world we perceive is constructed by our brains.  There is, of course, a reality we have in common, something we perceive and are able to agree about, otherwise science would not be possible at all.

The Christian story is a story of God becoming human.  We call this incarnation.  This human being was murdered and rose from the dead, ascending into heaven.  So the story goes.  The Body of Christ is the incarnation of God in humanity today.    

Maybe one way of thinking of it is the story of the universe as the story of the birth of God into the world.  This is a God who becomes self-aware though humanity.  Not a God on high but a God who lives as a part of the universe, seeing through our eyes, exploring through our feet and loving through our hands.

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As Mad as a Bag of Trifle

So, it says on the billboards for Alice, a play currently showing at Sheffield Crucible.  The Times, I think it was, claims Alice is as mad as a bag of trifle.  This got me thinking about trifle.

It would be mad to put trifle in a bag.  Trifle needs to be in a large transparent glass dish, so you can see the layers.  There's nothing like pushing a large spoon through the pristine cream surface, down through the layers and into the jelly, so that it makes a sucking noise as the spoon returns to the surface, laden with  ... well what?

Two trifles stick in my mind - neither terribly successful.  A colleague told me she had never eaten trifle and so I offered to make one for the office Christmas party.  I remember we were interviewing for new staff and I nipped out between candidates to add more layers.

You start with sponge (there used to be trifle sponges although I haven't seen them in years) and I usually use some shop bought cake.  Swiss roll is good and it can be a bit stale.  You add fruit, almost anything, usually tinned, but see below.  Then jelly ...  I should explain to American readers, there are some linguistic issues here.  Apparently, Americans have no word for marmalade and call it jam instead.  Consequently, jam is called jelly and so jelly is known as jello.  My experience of jello is of dismal crystals in a paper sachet.  Proper jelly comes as translucent cubes, dissolved in hot water.  If this is to be church trifle, you add sherry.  Chapel trifles do not have sherry or the Methodists won't let it on the premises!

Anyway, next there is the custard layer.  This can be blancmange, which is really coloured custard and seems to have disappeared from our kitchens.  Finally, whipped cream and decorations, eg glace cherries, or angelica (remember that?) or 100s and 1000s or roasted almonds or those edible ball bearings.  I like jelly spiders.

The jelly spiders were a problem.  The trifle was presented at the party in all its glory.  What are those my colleague asked?  Ah, they are made of gum which comes from cows and so is jelly.  She is Hindu and this is why she had never eaten trifle.  (It did get eaten but it's interesting how religion can determine trifle recipes.)

My next attempt was where I recountered the story of the spiders and was challenged to prepare a trifle for a meal at church.  It was a big meal and there would (fortunately as it turned out) be a huge number of trifles prepared.  My first big mistake was to add pineapple, then jelly and then when it didn't set, read the packet.  Certain fruits, prevent jelly from setting!  It was thick liquid but not jelly.  Worse the custard didn't set either (can't remember why).

How to get liquid trifle from home to church by car?  I placed the trifle bowl inside a large mixing bowl and placed it on the front seat of the car.  Sheffield has a lot of hills and as the car went up and downhill the trifle maintained the same orientation to gravity.  The dish and bowl did not.  This meant the trifle sloshed over the sides of the dish into the bowl.

Wise counsel held back my trifle until the next day when we could drink it in the privacy of coffee after the service.

I have described the proper trifle (identifiable as such despite my ministrations).  It's not a pudding - it is a dessert or sweet (puddings are steamed with suet and served with hot custard).  There are claims that proper trifle has no jelly in it - apparently this is true of the earliest versions - but jelly definitely improves it.  You start with sharp jelly and fruit and finish with the smooth cream and custard - there's no other way to eat it!

There's also Eton Mess, which is OK (meringue, strawberries and cream - it is of the same ilk but not trifle.  Eat it by all means but don't let it trifle with your affections, never forget the real deal.

Apologies for those expecting theology and found a mere trifle of a post.

(I haven't tried the recipes below.  They're as close as possible to my idea of a proper trifle.  Don't use individual dishes or you won't get the proper sucking noise.)

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