Q. What do you take to be the practical, everyday implications of the kinds of ethical commitments which are so important in your work?
A. Few of us are saints, and to demand that all of us be so, and daily, does not seem to be either realistic or, for that matter, morally laudable. Most of us are morally awake most of the time - in small matters. We would help the infirm to cross a busy road, we would rush to help the injured, we would each for our wallet when shown shocking pictures of victims of a famine or an earthquake. Fortunately, an experimentum crucis is not a daily occurence, and seldom is our moral conscience put to a severe test in which genuine self-sacrifice is required for the sake of others who have no other claims on our generosity except their misery, and who have nothing to offer in exchange. The dense network of conventional stratagems and expedients called society sees to it that this remains a rule of our quotidianity.
The problem is, though, ‘to keep the podwder dry’, to accumulate, and preserve, sufficient supplies of moral senditivity which we may need to draw on in the hour of critical test. Moral sensitivity needs to be excessive to be sufficient: ‘in surplus’ of what we see as daily, ‘ordinary’ needs, so that ever new forms of human misery can be percieved as shameful and intolerable cases of indignity and humiliation, and teated accordingly. There is never enough of moral sensitivity, and its cultivation is the preliminary condition of the ‘just society’, at least in the definition suggested before.
This is the prime reason to be worried. If the ‘moral party of two’ is the greenhouse of moral sentiments, if it is in that party that the art of ‘taking responsibility for one’s responsibility’ is learned, experimented with, texted and exercised, then the society’s capacity for justice depends to a great extent on the quality of ‘love relationships’ which its culture cultivates.
In his beautiful book on The Art of Loving, Erich Fromm pointed out that in a culture in which the qualities of ‘true humility, courage, faith and discipline’ are rare, ‘the attainment of the capacity to love must remain a rare achievement’. And then he suggested that such rarity is indeed the bane of the society we live in. If ‘modern capitalism needs men who consume more and more’, if ‘the world is one great big object for our appetite, a big apple, a big bottle, a big breast’ and we are ‘the sucklers, the eternally expectant ones, the hopeful ones - and the eternally disappointed ones’, then, ‘while everybody tries to be as close as possible to the rest, everybody remains utterly alone, pervaded by the deep sense of insecurity, anxiety and guilt which always results when human separatedness cannot be overcome.’
In short, the chances of learning the art of love, and thereby coming to appreciate love as a consummate meaning of life and expecting satisfaction from love as a gift rather than gain, are slim.
I regret that we are not all, including myself, saints. Morality may stop short of saintliness. But I am deeply worried that loving may well be on the way to becoming a forgotten, and seldom practised, art. Without that art, there is little hope for morality; and even less for a just society.
”—extract from Conversations with Zygmunt Bauman, Keith Tester, 2001
To commemorate what would have been his 50th birthday, two men by the name of Jordyn Bonds and Ryan Walsh have collected material for and created this website; an archive of readings, writings and interviews from DFW. I always find it so inexplicably sad that someone that seemed so tender and aware of the world, and human life, could no longer cope with his own Terrible Master. The mind is a a strange thing.
So, after the love has gone, and the Valentines jams have been (just ever so slightly) put back on the shelf for another year, it’s time to get back into it.
This week is a real mixed back of Rap, R&B, House and lots of other goodness in between. Black Hippy and A$AP are seriously putting in work; re-igniting a widespread love for new and exciting rap that I haven’t seen for a long time. Nevermind the future - I’m excited for the present.
“Still today I am only counting on what comes of my own openness, my eagerness to wander in search of everything, which, I am confident, keeps me in mysterious communication with other open beings, as if we were suddenly called to assemble. I would like my life to leave after it no other murmur than that of a watchman’s song, of a song to while away the waiting. Independent of what happens and what does not happen, the wait itself is magnificent.”—André Breton, Mad Love, 1937
“Here’s the long promised recording of my set from the Numbers LDN warehouse party back in December of last year.
There were a few Serato technicals to start with, hence the reason for the first few tracks being played without any attempt to blend them, and because it was December, I played some of biggest tunes of the year as a kind of retrospective of one of the best years of UK music in history (IMO). I also put a few of the tracks that I rinsed heavily in my sets throughout 2011, plus the usual selection of surprises. For the same reason, there’s also a few blends from my Fabric CD and the RA mix.
We need to say a really big thanks to Black Atlantic and Red Bull, but most of all the troops who stayed till half past 6 in the morning singing along to all the tracks and dancing on top of their mates shoulders. You guys made one of the best parties we’ve ever been involved in so thanks very much.”
"I'm sorry, but its dumbasses like you trying to tell people that people like Grant George are viable human beings which is entirely the problem" Lil Wayne.
"Viable human being"? As opposed to who, you, the judge and jury of human worth?
How’s that wonderful sense of self esteem working out for you?
It must be in great shape - for you to sit on Tumblr during the day, trolling the accounts of people that you do not know, trying (and failing) to make sarcastic and witty comments from the scraps of someone else comments?
Feel good? Do you get that lovely, warm, honey-through-the-veins when you embarrass yourself like that?
I hope you do - because it appears that you have little else to do with your time. God forbid you should be an interesting and productive individual who has better things to do.
If this is serious, then it’s also really pathetic.
Whether you’re celebrating or lamenting another Valentines Day, there’s no reason not to enjoy the plethora of amazing love songs that get rinsed out on February 14th ever year.
Today is a day of slow jams, R&B classics, and on Codeine Drums, we’ve got something really special for you all.
Prison Garde is a producer, DJ, art gallery curator and all round creative dude from Montreal. When we hit him up to do a mix for us, we did not expect to hear what we found in our inbox; a glorious half hour of original edits of old Disco, Boogie and R&B records, all deliciously chopped ‘n’ screwed, just how we like it.