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In 1926: living at the edge of time - Monoskop

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TELEPHONES 231<br />

workers' city.' Fredersen's eyes bulge as he suddenly shouts, shaking his<br />

fist. Title: 'Open <strong>the</strong> floodg<strong>at</strong>es!'" [see Action vs. Impotence]<br />

The telephone ranks high among <strong>the</strong> emblems <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> way in which<br />

anonymous powers are intruding ever more brutally into <strong>the</strong> spheres <strong>of</strong><br />

n<strong>at</strong>ure and privacy. [see Automobiles, Gramophones] As a St<strong>at</strong>e employee,<br />

<strong>the</strong> philosopher Theodor Lessing feels no less victimized by<br />

electronically transmitted violence than all those protagonists <strong>of</strong> novels<br />

and films who find <strong>the</strong>mselves <strong>at</strong> <strong>the</strong> subordin<strong>at</strong>e end <strong>of</strong> a telephone<br />

connection: "Banish <strong>the</strong> 'symbols <strong>of</strong> culture' from <strong>the</strong> thoroughly wired<br />

landscape, filled with advertisements and smokestacks; perhaps one site<br />

will remain holy and unspoiled. I've decided to steal a pocketw<strong>at</strong>ch <strong>at</strong><br />

some point-with <strong>the</strong> hope <strong>of</strong> being arrested. <strong>In</strong> prison I will <strong>at</strong> least have<br />

peace from <strong>the</strong> rug be<strong>at</strong>ing, <strong>the</strong> piano playing, <strong>the</strong> car horns, <strong>the</strong> gramophones,<br />

and <strong>the</strong> telephones" (Lessing, 401).<br />

But nobody would seriously wish to renounce <strong>the</strong> telephone and its<br />

technical benefits. <strong>In</strong> Ernst jiinger's war diaries, <strong>the</strong> description <strong>of</strong> a<br />

bomb and gas <strong>at</strong>tack culmin<strong>at</strong>es in <strong>the</strong> destruction <strong>of</strong> a telephone line:<br />

"Clouds <strong>of</strong> bombers have visited <strong>the</strong> towns in <strong>the</strong> hinterlands. For hours,<br />

powerful fires have b<strong>at</strong>tered <strong>the</strong> far<strong>the</strong>st camps. Every street under fire.<br />

The artillery positions are blanketed with mustard gas, <strong>the</strong> telephone<br />

lines are destroyed" (Junger, 106). Not unlike <strong>the</strong> connection between a<br />

son and his mo<strong>the</strong>r, <strong>the</strong> power rel<strong>at</strong>ion medi<strong>at</strong>ed by <strong>the</strong> telephone produces<br />

situ<strong>at</strong>ions th<strong>at</strong> are both a vital necessity-and a source <strong>of</strong> fear.<br />

Everyone suffers from <strong>the</strong> surveillance and dependency which <strong>the</strong> telephone<br />

represents and imposes. At <strong>the</strong> same <strong>time</strong>, however, people have<br />

<strong>the</strong> impression th<strong>at</strong> life would be impossible without <strong>the</strong> structuring<br />

interventions <strong>of</strong> power. [see <strong>In</strong>dividuality = Collectivity (Leader)] It is<br />

better to be connected to a violently authoritarian voice than to no voice<br />

<strong>at</strong> all.<br />

Rel<strong>at</strong>ed Entries<br />

Airplanes, Automobiles, Elev<strong>at</strong>ors, Employees, Gramophones, Polarities,<br />

Wireless Communic<strong>at</strong>ion, Action vs. Impotence, <strong>In</strong>dividuality vs.<br />

Collectivity, Male vs. Female, Silence vs. Noise, Action = Impotence<br />

(Tragedy), Center = Periphery (<strong>In</strong>finitude), <strong>In</strong>dividuality = Collectivity<br />

(Leader)

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