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🌞🌞'Le pays du solei’ — Group exhibition curated by Ludovic Beillard at Futura, Prague, Czech Republic w/ #AngéliqueAubrit #LudovicBeillard #MartinBelou #AndriuDeplazes #LucasFurtado #PaulGondry and #ShelbyJackson #CoralineGuilbeau #SteinarHagaKristensen #SarahMargnetti #FrancisRaynaud #LucyStein #Viager ( #RégisJocteurMonrozier and #LouisClais )

On view until September 27, 2020🌞🌞

@futuraproject @ludovicbeillard⁠

#futura #futuragallery #installation #exhibition #groupexhibition #groupshow #curated #contemporaryart #prague #ofluxoplatform

@ofluxoplatform (at Prague, Czech Republic) https://www.instagram.com/p/CFKXUn1l891/?igshid=1xz8rzx7c1qjy

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DIIIOOOO!!!!

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Question: Is The City & The City (Miéville, 2009) directly inspired by Hollow Land (Weizman, 2007)?

Thinking about: politics and myth as (architectural) dimensions; chasms, bridges, tunnels, crosshatching, protocols, cladding, water, sewage, archaeology, sovereignty.

(See: “Exit Strategy“)

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From Territorial to Functional Sovereignty: The Case of Amazon

In this and later posts, I want to explain how this shift from territorial to functional sovereignty is creating a new digital political economy. Amazon’s rise is instructive. As Lina Khan explains, “the company has positioned itself at the center of e-commerce and now serves as essential infrastructure for a host of other businesses that depend upon it.” The “everything store” may seem like just another service in the economy—a virtual mall. But when a firm combines tens of millions of customers with a “marketing platform, a delivery and logistics network, a payment service, a credit lender, an auction house…a hardware manufacturer, and a leading host of cloud server space,” as Khan observes, it’s not just another shopping option.

Digital political economy helps us understand how platforms accumulate power. With online platforms, it’s not a simple narrative of “best service wins.” Network effects have been on the cyberlaw (and digital economics) agenda for over twenty years. Amazon’s dominance has exhibited how network effects can be self-reinforcing. The more merchants there are selling on (or to) Amazon, the better shoppers can be assured that they are searching all possible vendors. The more shoppers there are, the more vendors consider Amazon a “must-have” venue. As crowds build on either side of the platform, the middleman becomes ever more indispensable. Oh, sure, a new platform can enter the market—but until it gets access to the 480 million items Amazon sells (often at deep discounts), why should the median consumer defect to it? If I want garbage bags, do I really want to go over to Target.com to re-enter all my credit card details, create a new log-in, read the small print about shipping, and hope that this retailer can negotiate a better deal with Glad? Or do I, ala Sunstein, want a predictive shopping purveyor that intimately knows my past purchase habits, with satisfaction just a click away?

Read more From Territorial to Functional Sovereignty: The Case of Amazon

FrankPasquale’s work is excellent. extremely looking forward to this new series

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Астенический синдром (1990)

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ALBERT LYNCH (1851-1912 ,PERUVIAN).

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If we’d been allowed to choose, we’d probably have gone on forever. The bodies that were offered didn’t fit, and wore out horribly. The ways of sating hunger made us sick. We were repelled by blind legacy and the tyranny of the glands. The world that was meant to embrace us decayed without end and the effects of causes raged over it. Individual fates were presented for our inspection: appalled and grieved, we rejected most of them. Questions naturally arose, e.g., who needs the painful birth of a dead child and what’s in it for a sailor who will never reach the shore. We agreed to death, but not every kind. Love attracted us, of course, but only love that keeps its word. Both fickle standards and the impermanence of artworks kept us wary of the Muses’ service. Each of us wished to have a homeland free of neighbors and to live his entire life in the intervals between wars. No one wished to seize power or be subject to it. No one wanted to fall victim to his own or others’ delusions. No one volunteered for crowd scenes and processions, to say nothing of dying tribes--- although without all of these history couldn’t run its charted course through the centuries to come. Meanwhile, a fair number of stars lit earlier had died out and grown cold. It was high time for a decision. Voicing numerous reservations, candidates finally emerged for a number of roles as healers and explorers, a few obscure philosophers, one or two nameless gardeners, artists and virtuosos--- though even these livings couldn’t all be filled for lack of other kinds of applications. It was time to think the whole thing over. We’d been offered a trip from which we’d surely be returning soon, wouldn’t we. A trip outside eternity--- monotonous, no matter what they say, and foreign to time’s flow. the chance may never come our way again. We were besieged by doubts. Does knowing everything beforehand really mean knowing everything. Is a decision made in advance really any kind of choice. Wouldn’t we be better off dropping the subject and making our minds up once we get there. We looked at earth. Some daredevils were already living there. A feeble weed clung to a rock, trusting blindly that the wind wouldn’t tear it off. A small animal dug itself from its burrow with an energy and hope that puzzled us. We struck ourselves as prudent, petty, and ridiculous. In any case, our ranks began to dwindle. The most impatient of us disappeared. They’d left for the first trial by fire, This much was clear, especially by the glare of the real fire they’d just begun to light on the steep bank of an actual river. A few of them actually turned back. But not in our direction. And with something they seemed to have won in their hands.

Wislawa Szymborska, “One Version of Events”

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A one-sided relationship is developing quite well between you and me. I know what a leaf, petal, kernel, cone, and stem are, and I know what happens to you in April and December. Though my curiosity is unrequited, I gladly stoop for some of you, and for others I crane my neck. I have names for you: maple, burdock, liverwort, eather, juniper, mistletoe, and forget-me-not; but you have none for me. After all, we share a common journey. When traveling together, it's normal to talk, exchanging remarks, say, about the weather, or about the stations flashing past. We wouldn't run out of topics for so much connects us. The same star keeps us in reach. We cast shadows according to the same laws. Both of us at least try to know something, each in our own way, and even in what we don't know there lies a resemblance. Just ask and I will explain as best I can: what it is to see through my eyes, why my heart beats, and how come my body is unrooted. But how does someone answer questions which have never been posed, and when, on top of that the one who would answer is such an utter nobody to you? Undergrowth, shrubbery, meadows, and rushes… everything I say to you is a monologue, and it is not you who's listening. A conversation with you is necessary and impossible, urgent in a hurried life and postponed for never.

Wislawa Szymborska “The Silence of Plants”

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