The Machine Stops
A visual response
to The Machine Stops by E.M Foster. A
loose leaf publication printed on a range of different papers. It is a collection of images and text that come in a box
allowing you to look through them, rearrange and lay them out.
‘The
‘future’ on the quantum level, cannot be predicted – but to describe reality,
the present world.
Prediction
is the business of prophets, clairvoyants, and futurologists. It is not the
business of novelists. A novelist’s business is lying.
The weather
bureau will tell you what next Tuesday will be like, and the Rand Corporation
will tell you what the twenty-first century will be like. I don’t recommend
that you turn to the writers of fiction for such information. It’s none of
their business. All they’re trying to do is tell you what they’re like, and
what you’re like – what’s going on – what the weather is now, today, this
moment, the rain, the sunlight, look! Open your eyes: listen, listen. That is
what the novelists say. But they don’t tell you what you will see and hear. All
they can tell you is what they have seen and heard, in their time in this
world, a third of it spent in sleep and dreaming, another third of it spent
telling lies.
Then when
they are done writing down this back of lies, they say, There! That’s the
truth!’
- Ursula K Le Guin.
Sketchbook.