Tempo
During a debate with Theodor Adorno in 1964, Ernst llloch, pushed to the wall to defend his position on utopia, stood firm. Adorno had begun things by reminding everyone present that certain utopian dreams had actually been fulfilled, that there was now television, the possibility of travelling to other planets and moving faster than sound. And yet these dreams had come shrouded, minds set in traction by a relentless positivism and then their own boredom. 'One could perhaps say in general', he noted, 'that the fulfilment of utopia consists largely only in a repetition of the continually same "today"
Tempo
During a debate with Theodor Adorno in 1964, Ernst llloch, pushed to the wall to defend his position on utopia, stood firm. Adorno had begun things by reminding everyone present that certain utopian dreams had actually been fulfilled, that there was now television, the possibility of travelling to other planets and moving faster than sound. And yet these dreams had come shrouded, minds set in traction by a relentless positivism and then their own boredom. 'One could perhaps say in general', he noted, 'that the fulfilment of utopia consists largely only in a repetition of the continually same "today"The curtain kept falling down every day each time I tried to use it.
Every day in a row,
the curtain kept falling.
In a cautious manner, I would anticipate benign incidents that had found a way
into my daily routine like waves back into the ocean.
The kitchen smell in the morning, the crave for coffee at 8, a vitamin c after breakfast,
and the curtain falling.
Threads that inched my days together among the simple-life adventures of staying at home.
Finding a routine among the chaos of confinement was paramount for the sake of sanity.
Too much time in the wrong state of mind could be crucial for a head at sea
So along came the days and weeks, slowly creating those habits
at the tempo of repetition.