Hubris

The Big Lie of The Small Screen

Ruminant With A View

by Elizabeth Boleman-Herring

Elizabeth Boleman-HerringTEANECK, NJ—(Weekly Hubris)—2/14/11—I had an epiphany recently, during the Super Bowl, of all things.

It came home to me that, whatever I see on a smallish, rectangular screen is, in the final analysis, somehow unreal to me. Always, somehow, “virtual,” as opposed to “analog.”

What I see on the screen of my computer or my television set (what Rachel Maddow calls “The TV Machine,” with good reason), is “something” I imagine, I believe in fact, that I have the power to turn off and on at will.

Whether I am watching Super Bowl 45, or the demonstrators in Tahrir Square, or an explosion in Iraq, or “Spartacus: Gods of The Arena,” what is on the screen is “not me,” “other,” “not mine” . . . “not real,” finally.

Canada's Marshall McLuhan, first really "to see" the small screen.
Canada's Marshall McLuhan, first really "to see" the small screen.

I’m sure if I go back to Marshall McLuhan’s writing in the 1960’s, I will find this same thing stated in better words than mine, but I thought it was high time I reminded you, and re-learned, for myself, that there is a yawning divide between “bread and circuses”—which comprises a lot of what we experience on-screen (the diversions and clever snarkiness of Facebook exchanges, HBO entertainments, anything on Fox) —and . . . reality.

We can curl up on the sofa and zone out while watching bread and circuses. But too often we curl up on the sofa and zone out while watching real-time events from our real world.

We are going to have to fight, fight, fight to remain awake, engaged and responsive to blows raining down on our sisters and brothers half a world away; a tsunami or earthquake devastating the lives of other sisters and brothers; our own Congress legislating away the rights of sisters and brothers much closer to home.

One of the “elements of newsworthiness” taught to journalism students is called “Proximity.” The more closely a story affects a viewer or reader, the more newsworthy the story.

A tornado in Brooklyn’s going to draw more attention than one in Kansas, IF you happen to live in Brooklyn.

The problem with the computer screen, the Blackberry screen, and the TV screen is that the screen itself mitigates against the viewer’s sense of empathy, of any proximity.

The viewer, today, more and more and more, is insulated against anything thrown up on the screen.

In a very real sense, we’re all becoming “Sofa Buddhists”: detached. Dangerously detached.

It takes one hell of a wallop from anything broadcast or projected onto a rectangle to move us to thought, reflection or action.

Look at me here in this actual column: I’ve been watching the events unfolding in Cairo, on many sorts of screens, since January 25th, and all I’ve really done in terms of “responding” is ruminate about the entire situation in print.

. . . which may, in fact, be lots more than you, yourself, have done, but which is little enough, indeed.

Many of “you” may simply have caught snippets of the ongoing story while channel-surfing amongst “entertainments,” responding to non-essential e-mails, putting things into or getting them out of the microwave, visiting the loo, etc., etc.

“The Screen” has become wallpaper.

Everything on the screen is morphing into . . . bread and circuses.

Even these words. Even these words.

Your PS of Zen—“Places” to go via the rectangular screen in order to act and to effect some change in our shared world:

1) Amnesty International http://www.amnesty.org/

2) Human Rights Watch http://www.hrw.org/

PS No. 2—Keith Olbermann, wherever you are, I miss you! (See most recent reports of Keith’s activities at: http://www.csmonitor.com/USA/Elections/Vox-News/2011/0209/He-went-where-Keith-Olbermann-s-move-to-Current-TV-makes-sense-for-now


Elizabeth Boleman-Herring, Publishing-Editor of “Weekly Hubris,” considers herself an Outsider Artist (of Ink). The most recent of her 15-odd books is The Visitors’ Book (or Silva Rerum): An Erotic Fable, now available in a third edition on Kindle. Thirty years an academic, she has also worked steadily as a founding-editor of journals, magazines, and newspapers in her two homelands, Greece, and America. Three other hats Boleman-Herring has at times worn are those of a Traditional Usui Reiki Master, an Iyengar-Style Yoga teacher, a HuffPost columnist and, as “Bebe Herring,” a jazz lyricist for the likes of Thelonious Monk, Kenny Dorham, and Bill Evans. (Her online Greek travel guide is still accessible at www.GreeceTraveler.com, and her memoir, Greek Unorthodox: Bande a Part & A Farewell To Ikaros, is available through www.GreeceInPrint.com.) Boleman-Herring makes her home with the Rev. Robin White; jazz trumpeter Dean Pratt (leader of the eponymous Dean Pratt Big Band); Calliope; and Scout . . . in her beloved Up-Country South Carolina, the state James Louis Petigru opined was “too small for a republic and too large for an insane asylum.” (Author Photos by Robin White. Author Head Shot Augment: René Laanen.)

2 Comments

  • tbayer

    Apathy is rampant in America right up to the instant that non-participation actually effects YOU!

    Detached channel changing is common. “Yeah, … global warming. Whatever. … Whoa! I’m missing American Idol!” … until a warming-ocean-fueled-hurricane razes your entire town. Then suddenly, “Hey! – why didn’t anyone tell me about this global warming thing?

    Ah, …. well, they did tell you — repeatedly. You just kept increasing your carbon footprint, tuning out instead of focusing in.

    According to Karl Marx, “religion is the opiate of the masses”. With the detached, channel surfing observers in today’s society, a strong argument could be made that television has supplanted religion in Karl’s proclamation.

  • eboleman-herring

    Absolutely, Tim. I fear real activism has gone the way of the Dodo. I was speaking with a Persian friend today about one reason Iran’s demonstrations have, thus far, failed (in addition to horrific police-state terror, of course): it’s because Iran’s demonstrators, unlike Egypt’s, still think they can stay safe AND go home at the end of the day. Revolution isn’t a 9 to 5 affair: you have to stay all night, all week, all month, all year, take to the mountains and forfeit your life, if necessary, to achieve change. In America, we no longer have that sort of grit, I fear.