Image Life: The Screen Does Not Mediate

To see, Maurice Merleau-Ponty argues, is to palpate. It is akin to touch only capable of traversing great distances. I can only palpate with my hands those things in my immediate vicinity. But I can palpate things with my eyes that are tens, hundreds, thousands of feet away. It is odd that we might consider vision a cold sense, as if the spatial distance translated into a lack of affect or effect. How do I see something if my body is not touching it in some way? My eyes lay hold of it, take it up, weigh it, consider it, make sense of it in a way that’s different from, but akin to, what my hands do.

The digital camera and its extension — the interweb — is an extension of the eye, an amplification of its ability to palpate the world at great remove, across great distances. When we see an image, we may not have recourse to the other senses (although sound is a key aspect of the digital image) but the eyes are a quite powerful means of taking up the world. Imagine, for a moment, that rather than the eyes being extended, touch was and we could reach around the world with our hands and touch a person on the other side of the planet. Would we say the experience was mediated? Would we say the experience was not real? That it was “only” a grope? Why do we say this about seeing but not about touch?

When we interact in a chatroom with a woman in Romania; when we stare into the projected eyes of a stranger in Nova Scotia; when we discuss our deepest fears with a psychologist across town or across country: when we interact with these images, we move and are moved, literally. That is not a false encounter, a replica of an encounter. Nor is it a mediated encounter. It may not be the same as talking to someone standing next to you but the difference is not the difference between the immediate and the mediated, the real and the replica. Both are real. Both are at once immediate and mediated by our fears, memories, desires, language, eyeballs.

The point is this: the image is real, too, and makes for real encounters. Different than fleshy encounter but real nonetheless.

There’s a prevailing argument that this screen life, this image life, is alienating. Walk in a coffee shop, everyone’s on the computer. Wait at a bus stop, everyone’s looking down at a phone. Indeed, in the reviews of David Fincher's film, The Social Network, the most common comment was that the film articulates a great irony: a man with no friends creates a social network that’s supposed to be about friends. The implication is that Facebook friends are not really friends. Well, of course they’re not. A Facebook friend and a friend I see everyday, a friend I’ve grown up, are different things. Nobody every said they were the same thing. It turns out words have multiple uses depending on their context!

As for people looking down at their screens rather than each other standing at a bus stop, does this mean we are all alienated? Or might it mean we are connected to each other in ways that traverse immediate spatial vicinity? Everyday life turns in many ways who our neighbors are, on what’s happening directly in front of us. But this doesn’t mean we can’t also look down at our screens to see what others are doing across town, across country, across the globe.

Rather than looking at screen life as lacking something, as interfering with something, I’m suggesting we look at the communities it forges, the lives it makes. In many ways, screen life enmeshes the individual in multiple networks, in networks he or she might never have been a part of, to things and ideas and people he or she might never have known. The speed of the image reshapes and proliferates community.

And allows us to fold the world into a temporal origami. A friend in Thailand posts as he rises but we in California are fast asleep. I rise hours later, see the post, reply. There is, then, this very beautiful syncopated communication. Or, even better, this aparallel becoming, a moving with that is neither immediate nor mediated but that enjoys a strange temporality. We live in image time, in screen time.


dustygravel said...

"Both are at once immediate and mediated by our fears, memories, desires, language, eyeballs."

This touches on something that fascinates me, The seemingly opposite ways that Mcluhan and Deleuze arrive at their supreme views of interconnectedness.
For mcluhan everything is mediated (metaphor)
and for deleuze nothing is mediated (representation).

Mcluhan is all about transcendence he's a religious man. Deleuze insists on pure immanence, denise the transcendent. Mcluhan has no need for pure immanence, immanence for him can be imminent to any number of things God, the subject, a toaster, the virgin marry, the cinema, its all pure to him because every single thing is media. To both these philosophers the world is a flux, a flow of connections.

I get the sense that if you put these two views together, anything would be possible.
You could build a monster with augustine's left hand,
heidegger's ears, and nietzsche's mustache.

dustygravel said...
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dustygravel said...

I mean every thing is immanent to mcluhan, yes, but maybe the contrast to deleuze is stronger if I say for
Mcluhan every thing is extension (transcendence).

The internet video mediates the eyes but so dose the eyeglasses and so to dose the eyes mediate the brian, but the brain isn't imminent to its self it's mediated through its internal parts.
And the brian is extended out through the nerves into electronic circuitry. And the man is extended out into everything.
Its pure-trancendece. furthermore nun of this mediation makes the experience any more superficial then if it was unmediated. Each stage of mediation
caries its own essential element, its own character, its own message. A universe of total filtration is Total transcendence.

Daniel Coffeen said...

Your take on MM vs GD is fucking brilliant.

dustygravel said...

Wow Brilliant? fuckin' thank you, I'm really glad you think so.

what the Tee Vee taught said...

I'm gonna say, this font is not pleasing. I hate to ask a Rhetor what he's doing (it's like asking a magician about his schtick — not quite egregious, unless one is kidding with the magic man... but, even that... to say something annoying, and then claim to be "joking" is terrible behavior), but if you're not partial, use the other one.

Otherwise, I'm going to copy and paste them and change it myself. Which would be a quirk, so maybe you should stick with this one... I would enjoy another quirk.

As always, you're beautifully funny.

Fare well out there.

Daniel Coffeen said...

Just for you, TV, just for you. I hate the font, too. It was a glitch. Save your quirks for more interesting territory. So say I.