August 2nd, 2012

S.C. Hickman

Reading Ian Bogost's Alien Phenomenology

After a long break I'm back and will be posting some tidbits as I begin to take up my pen again. But in the meantime I'm enjoying reading several good works from the OOO gang. Enjoying Ian Bogost's Alien Phenomenology and found an interesting passage:

"The true alien recedes interminably even as it surrounds us completely. It is not hidden in the darkness of the outer cosmos or in the deep-sea shelf but in plain sight, everywhere, in everything. Mountain summits and gypsum beds, chile roasters and buckshot, microprocessors and ROM chips can no more communicate with us and one another than can Rescher’s extraterrestrial. It is an instructive and humbling sign. Speculative realism really does require speculation: benighted meandering in an exotic world of utterly incomprehensible objects. As philosophers, our job is to amplify the black noise of objects to make the resonant frequencies of the stuffs inside them hum in credibly satisfying ways. Our job is to write the speculative fictions of their processes, of their unit operations. Our job is to get our hands dirty with grease, juice, gunpowder, and gypsum. Our job is to go where everyone has gone before, but where few have bothered to linger.

I call this practice alien phenomenology."

Ian Bogost (2012-04-03). Alien Phenomenology, or What It's Like to Be a Thing (Posthumanities) (Kindle Locations 773-782). University Press of Minnesota. Kindle Edition.