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In 1926: living at the edge of time - Monoskop

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TIMEPIECES 235<br />

De<strong>at</strong>h has instructed me to ask: Would someone in <strong>the</strong> audience be so<br />

kind as to lend her a w<strong>at</strong>ch?" (62). While in <strong>the</strong> real world industrial<br />

workers must ei<strong>the</strong>r speed up <strong>the</strong>ir movements or adjust <strong>the</strong>ir rhythm to<br />

<strong>the</strong> pace <strong>of</strong> machines if <strong>the</strong>y want to "extend" <strong>the</strong> dur<strong>at</strong>ion and efficiency<br />

<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir labor [see Assembly Lines], De<strong>at</strong>h's assistants in Orphee have <strong>the</strong><br />

imaginary privilege <strong>of</strong> slowing down <strong>the</strong> rhythm <strong>of</strong> <strong>time</strong> itself: "De<strong>at</strong>h:<br />

This is Azrael's job. He's changing our speeds. An hour for me should be<br />

a minute for [Orpheus]" (60).<br />

Workers who have to meet higher standards <strong>of</strong> productivity-but also<br />

capitalists and politicians who pay interest on capital loans-always feel<br />

th<strong>at</strong> <strong>time</strong> is passing too quickly. From this perspective, on July 27 Prime<br />

Minister Poincare <strong>of</strong> France draws a dram<strong>at</strong>ic picture <strong>of</strong> his government's<br />

finances: "If <strong>the</strong> measures we are requesting from you are not<br />

approved, we will lose 11,000 francs per minute, 660,000 francs per<br />

hour, 16 million francs per day" (Annees-memoire, 72). By showing a<br />

clock whose dial is divided into ten hours instead <strong>of</strong> twelve and whose<br />

second hand proceeds with unusual speed, Fritz Lang, in <strong>the</strong> first scene<br />

<strong>of</strong> his film Metropolis, doubly symbolizes this constant feeling <strong>of</strong> <strong>time</strong><br />

shortage as an essential component in proletarian life: "On <strong>the</strong> enormous<br />

face <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> clock in <strong>the</strong> New Tower <strong>of</strong> Babel-<strong>the</strong> machine center <strong>of</strong><br />

Metropolis-<strong>the</strong> seconds tick away, as regular in <strong>the</strong>ir coming as in <strong>the</strong>ir<br />

going. The clock is divided into only ten segments; <strong>the</strong> two main hands<br />

are almost vertical, while <strong>the</strong> second hand sweeps jerkily around" (19).<br />

Freder, <strong>the</strong> savior <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> proletarians, tries to slow <strong>the</strong> pace <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> second<br />

hand. <strong>In</strong>voking <strong>the</strong> Master <strong>of</strong> Metropolis (his f<strong>at</strong>her, John Fredersen) and<br />

quoting <strong>the</strong> New Testament, he embodies <strong>the</strong> workers' collective desire<br />

for liber<strong>at</strong>ion from <strong>the</strong> ever-acceler<strong>at</strong>ing rhythm <strong>of</strong> labor: "His mouth<br />

opens and he shouts in agony ... His arms are outstretched, holding <strong>the</strong><br />

gigantic clock-hands as if he were suspended from <strong>the</strong>m, crucified. Again<br />

he shouts in agony: ' ... F<strong>at</strong>her! I did not know th<strong>at</strong> ten hours could be<br />

such torture!'" (52).<br />

Frequently, visions <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> earthly paradise are rel<strong>at</strong>ed to such metaphors<br />

<strong>of</strong> salv<strong>at</strong>ion from <strong>the</strong> tyrannical rhythms <strong>of</strong> <strong>time</strong>. They even surface<br />

in Jack Dempsey's description <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> fabulous parties organized by<br />

his friend Billy Seeman, <strong>the</strong> son <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> White Rose Tea king: "Seeman's<br />

apartment over <strong>the</strong> Village's Pepper Pot was a popular g<strong>at</strong>hering place<br />

(and w<strong>at</strong>ering hole) for Broadway mugs, bootleggers, gangsters, Follies<br />

girls, models, and <strong>the</strong> usual assortment <strong>of</strong> newspapermen, politicians,

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