After motorcycling I really enjoy figure drawing. I suppose there is a similar sensuousness about both pursuits. Curves, bends, flowing lines and graceful sweeps. Ever since I can remember I have doodled my way around bodies with a brush or a pencil and it remains an abiding fascination. I particularly like the effect of single points of light, the shadows and highlights that this creates, what you see is defined by what you don't see. Chiaroscuro - light and dark - it allows the mind to embellish the image, to imagine more than meets the eye. It doesn't simply reflect one-dimensional reproduction. So here are a few pictures that I've done recently.
Monday, September 27, 2010
The fabulous Flexit
The first time I saw the Flexit in action it forced me to reassess sidecars. It was fast and manoueverable. It cornered at speed. It didn't require any special skills from a solo bike rider to make it work. This was a radical change from the usual experience of having a chair strapped to the side of a motorcycle.
Designed by Hannes Myburgh, a skilled engineer in South Africa, the Flexit found a small but devoted following all over the world.
My Flexit was coupled to a K100RS, which had adequate torque and power to heave the outfit at speed to most destinations. It always attracted attention, comments and questions. The adult and child combination (passengers seated one behind the other) allowed four of us to share the pleasures of motorcycle travel and made a great shopping trolley when I needed to lug a lot of groceries home.
The chair could be demounted in a matter of minutes if you needed to ride the bike solo, and reattached
again just as quickly. It had to be one of the best throught out additions to a
motorcycle ever invented. I loved it!
The aerodynamics are excellent, and thus barely raise the fuel consumption on a long trip. Urban riding required a bit more throttle to overcome the inertia, so it drank a bit under those conditions
These pictures show an Australian Flexit mounted to a Guzzi, and illustrate just how nimble the outfit is going round bends
The design may be over 30 years old now, but it still looks fresh and timeless - much like some of the classic sports cars
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Don't cloud the issue with fact!
Some thoughts on truth, fiction and reporting violence from a journalistic perspective
There is an established axiom in commercial journalism that states: "If it bleeds, it leads". This maxim acknowledges the fact that violence sells papers (and other forms of popular commercial media). In reporting war and crime, events are frequently sensationalised, selective and geared towards remote audiences who are often disengaged and indifferent to the implications and realities.
As a result, the reportage is delivered as a form of spectacle, verging on entertainment. The prurient public obsession with carnage manifests itself as a demand for graphic third party encounters that engender judgement or censure. This is the vicarious Circus Maximus of the news consumer. While it purports to be an account of events, it is necessarily embellished by the subjective reactions of the reporter, the mandate of the editor and the commercial imperatives of the publisher.
The notional remit of professional journalism that seeks to deliver a dispassionate account of events - so-called "objective reporting" - is often abandoned to create a better story. Indeed there are elements within New Journalism that actively encourage the engagement of the reporter in the events, to the point where the news becomes autobiographical. The economic demands of the media organisations necessitate a "saleable' product. The texts are thus necessarily constructed to meet market demands.
The reporter conjures images designed to generate reaction from readers - this relies more on the perceptions of the writer and their ability to articulate it than the base events themselves - and thus the story becomes 'faction', a mixture of fact and fiction. Whatever 'truth' there might be at the foundation is blurred and lost under the imposed superstructure of descriptive verbiage.
The story itself acquires fluid dynamics as the ontological levels within it intersect at certain points. At one level of existence are the events themselves, then there is the interpreted 'reality' by the reporter, interlinked with the deconstructed and received images of the reader or viewer. The events become imaginative constructs once they are embedded in words, literally evolving figments of vocabulary, designed and calculated to elicit an emotive response
Thus violence mutates into entertainment, as facts merge with fiction and perceptions are warped by embellishment. A transition from witness to raconteur takes place, a story is created for a specific audience.
Journalism, especially when reported from remote locations, is difficult, if not impossible, for most readers or viewers to verify. They are compelled to accept the interpretations of the reporter. Consequently the scenario is 'constructed' by the words of the reporter. The credibility of this testimony, of the witness, is dependent on the ability to generate images. It requires, even demands, a "sympathetic imagination" from the audience.
In this respect, reporting becomes fiction. It begins to enter the realm of literature as it seeks not to simply inform, but to evoke an emotional response. In fiction, the self and other occupy separate realms. The reader is made aware of the "created characters" and the scene-setting in the drama, and maintains a conscious distance from them. In effect the parameters between the text and the reader are set and remain fixed throughout the encounter. In anthropology and the social sciences, self and other tend to occupy the same realm, but retain distinctions of identity that are subconsciously entrenched. The evaluation dynamic is fluid and constantly tested by ongoing persistent inputs within the encounter which either reinforce or negate the precepts of the observer's belief system.
Psychologically news reporting of violence is received as drama, as literature. It is events that are distilled into words. Therefore, real violence becomes a catalyst for fiction. This is because fiction is more easily assimilated and allows readers to distance themselves while simultaneously becoming engaged with the subject. The reader is fascinated yet removed. This apparent contradiction is resolved through the merging of reportage and literature.
This is one of the main reasons that the military are now so acutely aware of the need to control and manufacture "news from the front". The transition from Vietnam to Iraq illustrates this clearly. Senseless and almost random acts of extreme violence are portrayed as having a higher purpose, part of an unfolding plan that will result in the greater good. The deployment of euphemisms masks the reality for the reader, as civilian casualties become "collateral damage", and the dead and wounded are blurred into a statistical spreadsheet.
Thus the story of violence is mediated through a form of fictitious literature - 'faction' - masquerading as war reporting. As everything is resolved into a numerical tally sheet the fiction becomes complete. There are no souls, only numbers; no blood, only ink. There is no reality, only representation. In the end it is nothing more than a story that lingers briefly in memory until the turn of the page, where it is eclipsed by the next tranche of compelling vocabulary.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
The Cosmic Shaft hits hyper reality
You may be wondering why this blog is called the Cosmic Shaft. Apart from the fact that any of the other clever titles I thought up had already been taken (except "Ag Shame", but I decided not to go for that!), the Cosmic Shaft has been associated with me for many years.
So now the Cosmic Shaft is no longer with me having been sold to defray burgeoning debts whern I got to Ireland in 2001, but the abiding spirit of adventure that it imbued me with continues. A long association with many machines followed, but my preference for two wheeled transport abides. But just as the bikes have changed, so has the journey. It now moves beyond the confines of earth-bound constraint into that greater universe that now preoccupies most of us - the World Wide Web.
This has been some journey. The Cosmic Shaft was an old BMW R60 that I rode as a student in the early 1970s. It was a time of rebellion and rage in South Africa as the old regime came under increasing pessure from within and without to abandon apartheid. The 70s white boys were conscripted and put in the front line, the panicking Government tried to silence its critics with increasing force, and paranoia and spies abounded. It was the climate of tension that made everything vibrantly exciting and fearful. Loyalties were made and betrayed, the protesting voices were often quelled with whips and guns but history was being made every day. And in this vast troubled country it was often necessary to seek some solace in in its far-flung corners. The Cosmic Shaft allowed this to happen for me.
The old BeeEmm took me all over southern Africa, allowed me to get around reasonably cheaply and taught me a whole lot about mechanical maintenance. It wasn't particularly glamorous or fast, but it took me places that I might otherwise never have seen and made me many friends. In some ways it was a machine that defined my future. My identity became inextricably bound with motorcycles and motorcycling. The Cosmic Shaft made me a biker. The name was emblazoned on the back of my black leather jacket festooned with badges, which became my hallmark uniform wherever I went.
So here we are at the start of another journey. As usual there's no fixed plan or destination. I just want to see where the road takes us ...
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