Living with War

I have never been a total Neil Young fan, but Living with War is definitly worth to be mentioned, not only because of the rumor it rose, but mostly as it managed to stand out of time and modes, and uniquely – in this time period – continues the line of traditional protest songs.

Protest music is as richly American an artform as you’ll find anywhere in the landscape of our country’s history. From the protest songs born in the dust bowls and the union struggles, to the negro spirituals which arose from the cotton fields of the Civil War era.
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Living With War is proof that those voices, which have been somewhat quiet in recent years, are rising once again.
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hm … good to hear other voices …. and hoping for more to follow .. while reminding to the Dylan documentation no direction home, which covered quite some part of the mentioned tradition of protest song history.

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... between utopias and these quite other sites, these heterotopias, there might be a sort of mixed, joint experience, which would be the mirror. The mirror is, after all, a utopia, since it is a placeless place. In the mirror, I see myself there where I am not, in an unreal, virtual space that opens up behind the surface; I am over there, there where I am not, a sort of shadow that gives my own visibility to myself, that enables me to see myself there where I am absent: such is the utopia of the mirror. But it is also a heterotopia in so far as the mirror does exist in reality, where it exerts a sort of counteraction on the position that I occupy. From the standpoint of the mirror I discover my absence from the place where I am since I see myself over there. Starting from this gaze that is, as it were, directed toward me, from the ground of this virtual space that is on the other side of the glass, I come back toward myself; I begin again to direct my eyes toward myself and to reconstitute myself there where I am. The mirror functions as a heterotopia in this respect: it makes this place that I occupy at the moment when I look at myself in the glass at once absolutely real, connected with all the space that surrounds it, and absolutely unreal, since in order to be perceived it has to pass through this virtual point which is over there. (Heterotopias, M.Foucault, 1967)