where are the banks of time?
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Where are the banks of time?
And is not human life in many parts of the earth governed to this day less by
time than by the weather, and thus by an unquantifiable dimension which
disregards linear regularity, does not progress constantly forward but moves in
eddies, is marked by episodes of congestion and irruption, recurs in ever-
changing form, and evolves in no one knows what direction?1
I was going through some photos I took a few years back on a trip to Prague and Icame upon this image (Fig 1) of a public sculpture, which, if I recall correctly, lay at
the foot of Petrin hill. Who knows what the creator of this sculpture had in mind? I
myself can discern a kind of movement-image, perhaps a bit like those captured in the
very early days of cinema. But something is grimly amiss in this image. The further
away the gaunt, emaciated human figures are from our viewpoint the more they
become fragmented until we reach the figure nearest the very top of the staircase, of
whom there is nothing present except a solitary human leg. As man lurches forward in
this movement image then, it seems as though his past breaks up, disintegrates and
disassembles behind him. Compare this with the early zoopraxiscope images taken by
Eadweard Muybridge (Fig 2) which expressed the confidence of an emerging
modernity exultant at having last conquered lifes movement through time which until
then had probably seemed impossible to represent.
Our relationship to time has not always been as it is now of course. Whereas we once
may have imagined time as cyclical, we now have, certainly since the early capitalist
period but probably earlier than this, an idea of it as a straight line that we are moving
through. Near the very beginning of W.G Sebalds magnificent workAusterlitz (a text
I will be referring to throughout this paper) when the author has only recently met the
peculiar but captivating character that is Austerlitz himself, the two characters stand
underneath a giant clock in the station at Antwerp. The clock is placed in a central
position so that it can survey all the commuters who dash to and forth and,
conversely, as Austerlitz notes, all travellers had to look up at the clock and were
On time, place, memory and our relationship to historys victims
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Fig 1 Public sculpture in Prague
Fig 2 Early motion capture by Eadweard Muybridge
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obliged to adjust their activities to its demands.2
To Austerlitz all time seems
illusionary. For him, the past is everywhere present, and this is what, more often than
not, gives him a bad case of vertigo.
For instance, if I am walking through the city and look into one of those quiet
courtyards where nothing has changed for decades, I feel, almost physically, the
current of time slowing down in the gravitational field of oblivion. It seems to
me then as if all the moments of our life occupy the same space, as if future
events already existed and were only waiting for us to find our way to them at
last3
I want to delve a bit deeper into our relationship with time and space. It is clear that
humans have, over the centuries, negotiated with the landscape, made it matter, by
charting it, graphing it, naming it, and dividing it, be it a parish boundary, a kingdom
or a nation-state. Underneath, all that has changed is the scale involved, at once
becoming increasingly magnified (we seek to join up the world though instantaneous
communications) and simultaneously dwindling to ever more microscopic areas (we
seek to name, discipline and patent even the fundamental building blocks of life). Via
this networking of the human and the non-human, the macroscopic and themicroscopic, space fluxes between the smooth and the striated, as some of our
technologies encode and territorialize space whilst others disrupt and deterritorialize
space once again. Generally speaking, man has had the continuing impulse to encode,
order and discipline what he has viewed as an unruly space.
With time, things are perhaps a little more difficult for us to get our heads around.
Continuing with our Deleuzian detour, I would suggest that we have long had a quite
erroneous conception of our relationship with time. Austerlitz is right to believe time
illusionary. At least since enlightenment times we have had the tendency to think of
time as being a sort of medium which the present, our lived present, moves through. A
medium divided up into discrete units. With a past we are moving away from and a
fixed future that we are running towards as an athlete lunges towards his finish line.
But of course this conception of a linear time is something superimposed onto life by
human consciousness. What we see as a medium stretching between past and future is
rather a continuous emergent unfolding, a becoming, an emerging from the virtual
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plane of things that could be. That is, a creation of difference. The best way we can
think of time from this perspective is the intensive force that pushes movement and
life along, that makes difference happen, that makes life happen. We tend to think of
being first then have it move through time, but in this reworking we think of time first
as an active force and have being becoming through and via time.
The universe knows no chronology, and thus has no need for remembrance, for, like
Austerlitz, all of its pasts and futures are together at once. We can see this in the way
that a particle on one side of the universe can be perceived by a particle at the other
side in no time at all. However, the slowness between perception and response that
occurs in humans (slower then that of particles, and of plants and of animals, who
must experience time quite differently) means that we posit a medium called time that
we then assume all of life must flow through. While standing in the observation room
at Greenwich (what a stroke of genius, to have this thought expressed here, in the
nucleus of humanitys drive to order all of space and time), Austerlitz puts it like this:
if Newton really thought that time was a river like the Thames, then where is its
source and into what sea does it finally flow? Every river, as we know, must have
banks on both sides, so where, seen in those terms, where are the banks of time?4
Do our relationships to space and time have ethical and political import? I would
claim that they quite intrinsically do. The impulse to graph, order and divide space
and time and to dismiss space and time as mediums through which we simply move
can lead, I fear, to the voices of those who are not assumed to be part of the present to
be unheard. These voices are, namely, the dead, and those others in more unruly areas
of the world who exist in a present that has not quite caught up with ours but may well
do once apologies for our past actions are paid and structural adjustment plans are
laid. Our relationship to time and space has a lot to say about how we remember
historys victims. If we think ourselves to be in a present rushing headlong into a
future then it will surely lead to us become willingly forgetful. We might believe that
once reparation is made with our victims then we can forget about the past, contain it
in a memorial, and move on in our present that I imagine, with a slight smile, to be a
bit like a big bubble, through time. Yet who is to say that this forgetfulness might not
result in the past being repeated? Surely the past should be our constant watchguard?
Might not a nonlinear notion of space and time like the one hinted at above punctuate
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our present(s) with our past(s) and cause us to become more responsive to the
warnings of historys victims?
Returning to Austerlitz, joining him as he reflects on the hospital for the insane which
was named Bedlam and stood on the site of the present Liverpool Street Station
concourse:
I often wondered whether the pain and suffering accumulated on this site over
the centuries had ever really ebbed away, or weather they might not still, as I
sometimes thought when I felt a cold breath of air on my forehead, be sensed as
we pass through them on our way through the station halls and up and down the
flights of steps.5
If hospitals are places where accumulated pain and suffering continue to haunt the
present, then what about cemeteries? In the cemetery, the inhabitants of the city are
given enduring memorial. There is a sense in which cemeteries are one of the few
places excluded from the headlong rush into the present. We find television screens in
Times Square, but it would seem inappropriate and be deemed tasteless to place
televisions in a graveyard. Henceforth, cemeteries remain still and tranquil places-variously described as creepy, peaceful or moving. In the Unbearable Lightness of
Being, Sabina reflects that no matter how brutal life becomes, peace always reigns in
the cemetery. Even in wartime, in Hitlers time, in Stalins time, through all
occupations they were as beautiful as a lullaby.6
So cemeteries remain outside of
the historical moments of wars and occupations. Isnt this odd, that the dead remain
out of time and out of mind at the times when we might just need them most?
Historys victims are made to rest in the earth in beautiful gardens as the victims of
the present and the future are condemned to the same fates, the same wars with
different names, in repetition.
In the west of my home city of Sheffield lies a Victorian cemetery on the banks of the
river Porter. The river itself is barely visible as the city has encroached upon the
valley, but when the cemetery was built the area was still very much a rural one and
the idea was that, when coupled with the Botanical Gardens on the opposite bank, a
kind of classical landscape would begin to emerge in the valley. The General
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Cemetery Directors report of 1837 states that the cemetery is, situated beyond the
precinct of the town; in its scenery, picturesque and enchanting, exhibiting amidst the
stillness which befits the repose of the dead, so many forms of life to remind the
spectator rather of the future resurrection than of the temporary dissolution of the
body.7
The dead of the city of Sheffield, at least those who could afford a monument
(one grave plot is recorded as containing 96 pauper burials8) are given a resting place
that sets them apart from the present. The cemetery was designed with the afterlife in
mind. The bereaved or the casual viewer alike is to be struck by the magnificence of
the monuments and understand that this represents the continuing of life, onwards and
after death. But the very fact that the cemetery is situated in what its early occupants
probably hoped would remain a remote and undisturbed setting suggests that this
movement onwards is very much set apart from our living present, where we fear
death and wish to be not reminded of it as we go about our day to day lives.
As revealed by my photographs (Figs 3 and 4), the Sheffield General Cemetery is
today a dishevelled and unkempt site, dense with weeds that in places obscure entire
gravestones and disrupt the designers original desire to fastidiously contain and order
space in the classical style. Even if you merited a monument at the cemetery, there
was no guarantee that it would remain in place to see the 21 st century, as Figs 4 and 5
show. The monument of James Montgomery, poet, writer, philanthropist,
campaigner, hymn writer, editor of the Sheffield Iris9
that commands the marvellous
vista in the grainy black and white photograph has left no trace but its circular iron
railings. Trees have grown huge, blocking the view of the Porter valley and grass
envelops the ground on which Montgomerys plinth once stood. A monument then, is
not permanent and ever lasting, despite what the makers of history might wish. A
monument is designed to withstand time, and yet time is what causes the
transformation and dissembling of monuments. As we have seen, time is the active
force that articulates life, and as death is but a part of life, it articulates death also.
Montgomerys statue is now actually relocated in the city centre, amongst the hustle
and bustle of everyday life. But many other monuments suffer more violent ends.
What of monuments in a city such as Prague? A city that has, as the writer Ivan Klima
reminds us, a history full of uprisings and reversals, occupations, liberations,
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Fig 3 The General Cemetery in Sheffield
Fig 4 Where the monument to James Montgomery once stood
Fig 5 As the monument once was
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betrayals and new occupations.10
In a city such as this the density of historys
remaining traces are great. Every street, every square, every bridge holds a thousand
memories, layers of history and memory that lie in fragments. Here history enters the
life of people and cities as a burden, as a constant reminder of lifes uncertainties.11
History here is like a surface blemish that constantly makes us attentive to our present
behaviour. The acts of history can be all too easily absorbed and neutralized by the
landscape, the ever assembling and dissembling landscape of the modern city. In
Klimas Prague, monuments to people who represent the nauseating past are torn
down, street names are changed- the names of those who happen to be in control are
made immortal in one era and then unceremoniously erased in the next. In this ever
changing landscape, what do we have to hold on to? Is history really a burden?
Perhaps, but in a radical temporal structure, where we no longer keep the past at a
distance, then this is one burden that it befits us to retain. We are tempted to cry,
forget the past, it is over!, but how can we forget the past, when it is all around us?
Why do the people of Prague bear this burden of history so admirably, so modestly, in
Klimas eyes? Through restraint and patience: If Prague is still standing, and has not
yet lost its allure or its beauty, it is because its very stones, like its people, have
expressed their patient perseverance.12
Austerlitz, with the ephemeral memories of his past that he had once blanked out
being spurred by a series of chance events, returns with trepidation to the city in
which he spent his very early childhood: Prague. His wanderings through the streets
and gardens of this city unravel one shimmering memory after another- the bad
tempered little dogs walked by old ladies in the Seminar Garden, the sight of the
hunchbacked tailor, Moravec, who, from the balcony, could be seen in his time,
swinging his heavy iron filled with red-hot coals through the air 13 Later, he
reminisces upon his wanderings through the lonely and deserted streets of Terezin,
the site of the forced labour camp to which his mother was once taken. The emptiness
of the place is what strikes us first. The desolateness of the buildings with their blank
windows and closed doors leads us to question if there is anybody living there at all,
despite this place being supposedly once more an ordinary town. This is a town that
still seems haunted by the practices that went on here. These are memories that lie not
in monuments or in the cemetery but in the very fabric of the town itself, in its
squares, its streets and its buildings.
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Here, as in other writings by Sebald, we have a sense of the haunted, spectral nature
of place. Place as an event, as a taking-place. Place and present being suffused with
the past and also the future. The multiplicity of imageries and signs that exist in a city
such as Prague are brought, through Sebalds writing, into an unsettling and displaced
present. Here, linear and striated notions of spatio-temporality are reworked into a
space that consists of the apparitions of place and a time that no longer moves in a
straight line but instead in fluxes and eddies. Following Austerlitz as he wanders
through these deserted streets, we read again of one of his intense cases of temporal
vertigo from which he so often suffers, as he recalls the tens of thousands of people
who were forced to live together in this tiny space. The becoming past of the present:
it suddenly seemed to me, with the greatest clarity, that they had never been
taken away after all, but were still living crammed into those buildings and
basements and attics, as if they were incessantly going up and down stairs,
looking out of the windows, moving in vast numbers through the streets and
alleys, and even, a silent assembly, filling the entire space occupied by the air,
hatched with grey as it was by the fine rain.14
The public sculpture in Prague (Fig 1) with which I began this paper pleads us to
rethink our relationship to the past. The human figures in the sculpture fragment and
shatter. The memories of past brutalities, of invasions, of purges and removals of vast
portions of the population are covered over as we attempt a Freudian style cathartic
process of remembrance. Remembrance that is safely restricted to museums and
monuments. Monuments like those that I saw in the Sheffield General Cemetery but
which stand, of course, in the burial grounds, town squares and grand boulevards of
all cities around the world. Huge symbols to the afterlife in which the past can lie
remote and undisturbed. The disappearing statue of James Montgomery and the
similar unwillingness of monuments in the Prague to remain in place for more than a
decade, tell us that time does not conform to our attempts to define it as a linear,
orderly medium from which we can clearly disentangle past, present and future. If
like Newton, we conceive of time as a river, then we must concede that it is not
always a smooth free-flowing river- at times the river bends back on itself, is subject
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to the interruptions of rocks and fallen trees that block it course, sends it off into
spirals and eddies
And what of the rivers source, what of its end, and its banks? Time, as the active
force that moves life along in unknowable, unpredictable directions, has neither a
source nor an end in sight and its banks are in constant flux. Geographies must in
some way attend to such a conception of time and re-imagine our closeness to those
who have been separated from us by time as well as by distance. Perhaps we can
learn a lot from the haunted writings of W.G. Sebald in this respect. John Wylie
writes that spectral geographies should work within a hauntology that unsettles
narrative and subject, that reveals the shaping of place through haunting rather than
dwelling, that dislocates past and present, memory and visibility, through forms of
documentary experimentation.15
I agree with this proposition, and thereby implore
geographers to be particularly attentive to the past of place, a past that cannot be
disassociated from the present, that past which is always coming back to haunt the
present and ensuring that the banks of time continue to be transient, unfathomable,
inaccessible.
References1
Sebald, W.G. (2001)Austerlitz. Penguin : London. Pg. 1432 Ibid. Pg. 133 Ibid. Pg. 3594
Ibid. Pg. 1425
Ibid. Pg. 1836 Kundera, M (1984) The Unbearable Lightness of Being. Faber & Faber : London. Pg. 1007 Horton, J (2001)Remote and Undisturbed: A brief history of the Sheffield General Cemetery. Friends
of the General Cemetery : Sheffield. Pg. 188 Ibid. Pg. 189 Ibid. Pg. 5910
Klima, I (1994) The Spirit of Prague. London : Granta. Pg. 4311 Ibid. Pg. 4312 Ibid. Pg. 4413
Aus. Pg. 22114
Ibid. Pg. 28115 Wylie, J (2007) The spectral geographies of W.G. Sebald. Cultural Geographies, 14. Pg. 185