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When students in California told me of reliving experiences from earlier
times, I dismissed their stories as just more of the California scene.
But when I heard similar accounts from Ann Arbor & New York, I began
to seek a rational explanation, not for the experiences claimed, but for
claims of such experiences. I believe television is the answer. Anyone who watches Humphrey Bogart
on the late show go through customs in Hong Kong, may, years later, if
he himself actually goes through customs in Hong Kong, feel he is reliving
the past. This
feeling will be all the more mysterious if he doesn't recall the film,
and who, in fact, consciously recalls more than a fraction of what he
sees on TV? We
may not even recall, when seeing a film for the second time, having seen
it before. Instead, we are left with the curious sensation of knowing
the outcome but not knowing how we know it. Yet,
no matter how vaguely recalled, parts of these experiences are stored
in memory. Like dreams, they sometimes resurface. Television
extends the dreamworld. Its content is generally the stuff of dreams &
its format is pure dream. Consider
an experiment run by Dr. Herbert Krugman, psychologist at General Electric.
A subject, with tiny electrodes fixed to the back of her head, was comfortably
seated before a simulated TV set. She was told to relax & look at
a magazine until commercials came on the screen. Three
commercials were shown, each three times. One was quiet, with pleasant
outdoor scenes. The second was also very gentle. But the third was explosive,
showing fastballs hurled at an unbreakable sheet of plastic. Fast
brain waves, produced in response to the magazine, indicated relaxed attention,
interest & mental activity. Slow brain waves, produced in response
to the TV commercials, indicated a relaxed condition with elements of
both drowsiness & alertness. This characteristic mode of response
to TV developed within 30 seconds, didn't change significantly between
soothing & exciting commercials, and dropped only slightly with repetition
of the commercials. Reading
is hard work. It makes enormous demands upon the neurological system.
It employs one sense only, and that sense in a most peculiar way. Some
years ago, it was alleged - first in a medical volume, later in a psychiatric
journal - that Africans needed more sleep when taught to read, and that
clothes aided them in reading by conserving body heat & energy. Convincing
evidence wasn't offered then & hasn't been offered since, but I've
gradually come to wonder, on the basis of scattered observations, if that
theory may not have considerable merit. I'm not prepared to dismiss out
of hand the observation that it's easier for a naked man to watch TV than
it is for him to read. When
food was rationed in France during World War II, the largest portions
went to those engaged in arduous physical labor & those whose work
involved reading & writing. We
think of exhaustion in terms of toil & sweat, but reading, by employing
one sense only sight - and employing it in a highly restricted way, destroys
the harmonic orchestration of all the senses. Reading can be more exhausting
than physical labor. Moreover,
reading involves language and all languages are highly abstract, their
grammars closer to mathematics than to daily sensory experience. And words
neither sound nor look like the things they represent. That association
must be learned. The
word "house" doesn't look like a house, but a picture of a house
often does. Anthropologists like to point out that people who are unfamiliar
with photographs must first be taught how to "read" them. This
is true, but it's also true that they learn very quickly. There's an enormous
difference between reading the word "house" and seeing a picture
of a house. Reading makes different demands on the brain. Media
are really environments, with all the effects geographers & biologists
associate with environments. We live inside our media. We are their content.
TV images come at us so fast, in such profusion, they engulf us, tattoo
us. We're immersed. It's like skin diving. We're surrounded & whatever
surrounds, involves. TV doesn't just wash over us & then "go
out of mind." It goes into mind, deep into mind. The subconscious
is a world in which we store everything, not something, and TV extends
the subconscious. Such
experiences are difficult to describe in words. Like dreams or sports,
they evade verbal classification. Asked
where he has been, a child who has been running, shouting, slipping in
the mud, smelling autumn leaves, eating hot dogs, replies, "Out."
Asked what he has been doing, he says, "Nothing." Finally the
parent extracts an acceptable answer: "Playing baseball. " But
that reply is adequate only to the parent. The child knows how inadequate
words are for any total sensory experience. Any
picture is a mass of information in a flash. A written caption or narration
may classify bits of this information, telling us what to look at &
how to respond to it. But most information on TV is unclassified - like
a telephone directory that hasn't been alphabetized. This
makes it splendidly attractive to artists & others who seek to create
their own worlds. But for most people it means a-never-to-end-too-much-of-things
. Teachers,
of course, teach classified information. This is why they love lectures
& texts. Any language is itself a great classifier. It makes the complex
coherent, the ambiguous explicit. Words show us the difference between
"trees" & "bushes, " a distinction less clear
in life than in language (unless a gardener, with clippers, makes nature
resemble language). Information
packaged in words is easier to learn, recall, and have opinions about
than information packaged in pictures, especially moving pictures. How
much more difficult to recall unclassified information! How impossible
to have opinions about it! We
don't remember very early childhood experiences because they are not encoded
in language or any other cultural code. TV
has little to do with communications in the old sense of transfer of knowledge
from knower to nonknower. For one thing, there's nobody out there waiting
to receive messages, no audience to be bombarded. There are only potential
participants. This
is especially true in the modern classroom. Once students were empty buckets
waiting to be filled. Now these buckets are overflowing with information
acquired outside the classroom. In a world of media crop-dusting, the
classroom has become a fallout shelter. It's now a place of detention,
not attention. Unlike
print, TV doesn't transport bits of classified information. Instead it
transports the viewer. It takes his spirit on a trip, an instant trip.
On live shows, it takes his spirit to real events in progress. But
here a contradiction occurs: though TV may make the viewer's spirit an
actual witness to the spectacle of life, he cannot live with this. If
he sees a criminal making ready to murder a sleeping woman & can't
interfere, can't warn her, he suffers & is afflicted because his being
is phantasmal. So
he participates solely as dreamer, in no way responsible for events that
occur. All TV becomes dream. TV
is actually a blind medium. We may think of it as visual, recording
a world "out there." But it records a world within. Sight surrenders
to insight, and dream replaces outer reality. TV, far from expanding consciousness,
repudiates it in favor of the dream. Jacques
Lusseyran, blinded at the age of eight, tells how he wanted to use his
eyes & looked in the direction where he was accustomed to see, but
met only with despair. Then, suddenly, he realized he was looking the
wrong way. Instead of clinging to the movement of sight toward the world
outside, he looked from an inner place to one further within: "Immediately
the substance of the universe grew together, redefined and peopled itself
anew. I was aware of a radiance emanating from a place I knew nothing
about, a place which might as well have been outside me as within. But
radiance was there, or, to put it more precisely, light. It was a fact,
for light was there." Like
Lusseyran, we've all been looking the wrong way and at first have seen
nothing. We judge TV as if it were a modified form of print and, of course,
find it wanting. What we overlook is the reality it reveals. TV
is the psychic leap of our time. It's a trip far more potent than LSD.
It turns thoughts inward, revealing new, unsuspected realities. Those
who prefer this inner reality live in a world apart. A confidential study
(network financed) reveals that children west of the Rockies, from 11
to 12 on, are turning off TV, but their parents stick with it, becoming
stoned in the process. Drugs, by comparison, are kids' stuff. It's really
the silent majority over 30, that gets stoned nightly. For TV addicts, reality seems messy, stale. They find daily life heartlessly indifferent to the needs of their imaginative life. It
is sometimes said that natives confuse dreams with reality. They don't,
in fact, but the point is that dreams, for them, often constitute a focus
for their emotions more substantial than reality itself. TV
is not wholly divorced from external reality. Those who visit this
inner world sometimes acquire interesting information. They respond emotionally
at the outset of a new situation, believing they know in advance what
that situation holds. They say, "Oh, I've seen that before, "
or simply, "Yes, I know." I once saw some children who, in real
life, had never ridden horses before, mount & ride off as if they
had done this all of their lives - which, of course, they had, on TV.
On July 31,1971, the New York Times reported a hurricane in southern New York: "John McDonough, who is 17 years old, was in his parents' home in Mahopac Point when the storm passed. 'The trees were blowing right down to the ground,' he said. 'We went down into the cellar. Man it was just like something on TV.' In describing the event, a number of youths used the television simile." Not everyone finds it easy to reconcile real & unreal worlds. The psychic dislocations of interplanetary travel proved too demanding for some TV viewers. Alan Dundes, the folklorist, reports that TV coverage of the moon landing pushed certain neurotics into overt psychosis. |
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Oh, What a Blow That Phantom Gave Me! by Edmund Carpenter Holt, Rinehart and Winston - New York, Chicago, San Francisco Copyright 1972, 1973 by Edmund Carpenter |
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Translated
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2002
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