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Redpill me on nostalgia phenomenon. I know this is a board for philosophers and shit.

>> No.11870497

>>11870483
What does red pill mean ? "and shit" ? Please clarify

>> No.11870530

Be more specific anon. What is it about nostalgia that you want to know more of?

Anyway, if I am intuiting you right I think you want to know about why nostalgia or retro-aesthetics are so popular at the moment. You may want to look in to what is known as 'Hauntology'.

>> No.11870603

>>11870530
> Be more specific anon. What is it about nostalgia that you want to know more of?
Why it appears? Does it always appear, do we accurately reconstruct the past, which parts of the past do we remember and why.

>> No.11870617

>>11870603
Well, technology is a glittering lure. But there's the rare occasion when the public can be engaged on a level beyond flash, if they have a sentimental bond with the product. My first job, I was in-house at a publishing company, with this old pro editor. Greek, named Teddy. And Teddy told me the most important idea in publishing is "new". Creates an itch. You simply put your writing in there as a kind of calamine lotion. But he also talked about a deeper bond with the art: nostalgia. It's delicate but potent. Teddy told me that in Greek, "nostalgia" literally means, "the pain from an old wound". It's a twinge in your heart, far more powerful than memory alone. This device isn't a spaceship. It's a time machine. It goes backwards, forwards. It takes us to a place where we ache to go again. It's not called the Wheel. It's called a Carousel. It lets us travel the way a child travels. Around and around, and back home again to a place where we know we are loved.

>> No.11870659

>>11870617
based

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>>11870617
good post

>> No.11871056

>>11870603
Oh, I thought you were talking about the current jerkoff where TV shows keep getting revived, faggots on facebook reposting the same "Only 90s kids" nonsense, and (though I admittedly love it) retrowave music (mostly synthwave and vaporwave) and current films romancing the 80s aesthetic (Drive, Strangers 2, Neon Demon)

This phenomena, if I'm answering my own unasked question, I have no fucking clue and have been wondering about it for a long time. Reviving X-Files, Will & Grace, Rosanne, and Twin Peaks all within the same few years? TV executives are smart, they're capitalizing on this nostalgic kick we're all on, but I don't fucking get it.

>> No.11871143

>>11871056
You're just too young to realize, but we've been riding that wave since the fucking 80s.
I don't have any explanations other than the end of modernism. I don't know WHY, but once the modernist project failed, we started doing the same shit slightly differently non-stop.
People love to complain about how everything these days is some new reboot of an old IP but just take a look at how much 60s and 70s jank the 90s / early 00s had.

>> No.11871208

>>11871143
This is where Proust ought to be mandatory reading.

>> No.11871226

>>11871208
Fuck Proust

>> No.11871227

>>11870617
That's funny, because I was an orphan. I grew up in Pennsylvania in a whorehouse. I read about Milton Hershey and his school in Coronet magazine or some other crap the girls left by the toilet. And I read that some orphans had a different life there. I could picture it. I dreamed of it. Of being wanted. Because the woman who was forced to raise me would look at me every day like she hoped I would disappear. Closest I got to feeling wanted was from a girl who made me go through her johns' pockets while they screwed. If I collected more than a dollar, she'd buy me a Hershey bar. And I would eat it alone in my room with great ceremony, feeling like a normal kid. It said "sweet" on the package. It was the only sweet thing in my life.

>> No.11871231

>>11871226
Umm no, sweetie.

"...as though all Combray had consisted of but two floors joined by a slender staircase, and as though there had been no time there but seven o’clock at night. I must own that I could have assured any questioner that Combray did include other scenes and did exist at other hours than these. But since the facts which I should then have recalled would have been prompted only by an exercise of the will, by my intellectual memory, and since the pictures which that kind of memory shews us of the past preserve nothing of the past itself, I should never have had any wish to ponder over this residue of Combray. To me it was in reality all dead.

Permanently dead? Very possibly.

There is a large element of hazard in these matters, and a second hazard, that of our own death, often prevents us from awaiting for any length of time the favours of the first.

I feel that there is much to be said for the Celtic belief that the souls of those whom we have lost are held captive in some inferior being, in an animal, in a plant, in some inanimate object, and so effectively lost to us until the day (which to many never comes) when we happen to pass by the tree or to obtain possession of the object which forms their prison. Then they start and tremble, they call us by our name, and as soon as we have recognised their voice the spell is broken. We have delivered them: they have overcome death and return to share our life.

And so it is with our own past. It is a labour in vain to attempt to recapture it: all the efforts of our intellect must prove futile. The past is hidden somewhere outside the realm, beyond the reach of intellect, in some material object (in the sensation which that material object will give us) which we do not suspect. And as for that object, it depends on chance whether we come upon it or not before we ourselves must die."

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>>11870483
>I know this is a board for philosophers and shit.
>a board for philosophers

>> No.11871509

>>11870483
Did anybody see the Bumblebee trailer?

I thought it was interesting how it setup the Bumblebee character from the Michael Bay Transformers movies as a once iconic, immediately recognizable pop culture figure from yesteryear--when most people probably don't know who he is and feel little nostalgia for a franchise that literally released a movie last year which featured Bumblebee as a major character

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fAIX12F6958

>single eerie piano note over ambient strings
>scratchy old-timey voice over of authentic black man giving rough, vaguely spiritual advice
>harsh, gritty, realistic, industrial, modern setting
>young popular new female celebrity as protagonist
>awestruck zoom ins and celebrity reactions to Bumblebee's instantly recognizable defining attributes and belongings (like a literal hive of bees), all tarnished and worn by the passage of time
>horror movie-like realization of iconic character's forgotten status and identity

It's almost like a parody of nostalgia itself--a manufactured longing for a past that nobody would care about even if it existed. A false sense of sentimental hunger for a product that's not only inescapably ubiquitous but also still extremely successful (the last Transformers movie made more than half a billion dollars in 2017).

The thing is, Hollywood knows better than anybody that we don't know or care about Bumblebee. They know that we have no real nostalgia for Bumblebee per se--but they also know that half the fun of watching the trailer is guessing which franchise or product is about to be resurrected and sold to us. They know we like yearning for the product more than we like the product being yearned for

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>>11871509
Keep in mind that this is actually how Hollywood executive thinks. Pic related is a real powerpoint slide from the leaked Sony emails, exchanged between USC and Ivy league educated elites without a hint of irony

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>>11871522

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>>11870483
Nostalgia is the most powerful emotion, its so personal that it can make anyone cry tears of both joy and agonizing regret. And in an age where windows into the past, present, possible future, your identity, your thoughts, art, bullshit and ideology are easily accessed and constantly thrown at you by media, its hard to not feel something when one bit of media or entertainment out of the billions (and ever growing) of bits inevitably touches your heart

>> No.11871564

>>11871238
If I've ever seen a response that made a little bit of shit trickle out of my ass as I was laughing, this was it.

>> No.11871582

>>11871522
>>11871527
are hollywood executives the real npcs?

>> No.11871808

>>11870617
>>11871227
lots of stuff going on here

>> No.11871838

>>11871808
it's from mad men

>> No.11871893

>>11871231
Sounds like some shit your average il/lit/erate pseud would write.

>> No.11871952

>>11871227
Jon Hamm is a hell of an actor. When I saw this episode I was deeply moved, but on paper it stinks of melodrama and seems ridiculous to the point that it's actually sort of funny. Would this monologue really be out of place in a soap opera or supermarket paperback?
>It said "sweet" on the package. It was the only sweet thing in my life.

>> No.11872168

>>11871893
The only pseud in here is you, my dude.