'[Dust] is not about rubbish ... It is not about Waste. Indeed, Dust is
the opposite thing to Waste, or at least, the opposite principle to Waste. It
is about circularity, the impossibility of things disappearing, or going away,
or being gone. Nothing can be destroyed. The fundamental lessons of
physiology, of cell-theory, and of neurology are all to do with this ceaseless
making and unmaking, the movement and transmutation of one thing into another.
Nothing goes away'
(Carolyn Steedman, Dust: The Archive and Cultural History,
New Brunswick NJ: Rutgers University Press, 2002, 164).
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'Dust is particulate matter, the dispersed, disordered raw material from
which everything ordered and coherent arises, and it is to dust that the
complex decays.
From the beginning to the end, dust underlies all existence. It is the
species of light one sees flickering in a sunbeam, the molecules of gas dashing
randomly in all directions. It is the atoms and molecules of matter that can be
recombined and reshaped into something new such as the ordered array of atoms
in crystal or in a living cell, and it is the dusts of interstellar space
that condensed to produce the sun and its planets and all the galaxies.
Everything that we understand as consistent, the living creature, the
machine, the tree, are dust in its coherent phase, part of its continuous
evolutionary cycle from order to disorder, from growth to decay repeated in
seemingly endless variations ...
Most dust particles have crystalline interiors, but the microcrystal in
one speck of dust cannot coordinate its order with that of another grain, and
the dust remains chaotic. Yet it is from these dusts that the complexities of
our civilisation are built. Dust on one level is chaotic, and orderly and
precise on another.
As the universe evolves it creates new dusts for its various eras ...
The dusts of our era, though but a transitory formation in an evolving
universe, will persist for many trillions of years. Its great miracle, life, is
a cycle of ordered dust that strives to perpetuate itself. The great by-product
of life, intelligence, is also like dust, with bits and fragments of coherence
being produced out of disorder, but all too often lapses back into chaos
again'.
(Agnes Denes, extract from The Book of Dust: The Beginning and the
End of Time and Thereafter, Rochester NY: Visual Studies Workshop, 1989:
quoted in Graham Gusin & Ele Carpenter (eds), Nothing, London:
August, 2001, 84-6).
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‘Quick: why aren't you
dusting? On every continent, we sweep floors and wipe tabletops not only to
shine the place, but to forestall burial.
It is interesting, the debris in the air. A surprising portion of it is
spider legs, and bits thereof. Spider legs are flimsy … because they are
hollow. They lack muscles; compressed air moves them. Consequently, the snap
off easily, and go blowing about. Another unexpected source of aerial
detritus is tires. Eroding tires shed latex shreds at a brisk clip, say the
folk who train their microscopes on air. Farm dust joins sulfuric acid droplets
(from burned fossil fuels) and sand from the Sahara Desert to produce the
summer haze that blurs and dims valleys and coasts.
We inhale “many hundreds of particles in each breath we take” … Air
routinely carries intimate fragments of rug, dung, carcasses, leaves and leaf
hairs, coral, coal, skin, sweat, soap, silt, pollen, algae, bacteria, spores,
soot, ammonia, and spit, as well as “salt crystals from ocean white-caps, dust
scraped off distant mountains, micro bits of cooled magma blown from volcanoes
and charred micro-fragments from tropical forest fires”. These sorts of things
can add up.
At dusk, the particles meet rising water vapor, stick together, and
fall; that is when they will bury you. Soil bacteria eat what they can, and the
rest of it stays put if there’s no wind. After thirty years, there is a new
inch of topsoil ...
We live on dead people's heads’
(Annie Dillard, For The Time Being, New York: Vintage, 1999,
123-4).
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Photo at top (Professor Larry Taylor): lunar dust, including volcanic
glass beads and agglutinate, viewed under a microscope.
P.S. Some years ago, an artist friend in England (who shall remain
nameless here) told me that he had been invited to set a piece of moon rock in
a ring; the owner had worked at NASA, I think. One evening at home, in a moment
of alcohol-induced lunacy, he decided to crush the rock fragment, roll it in a
spliff, and smoke it. Disappointingly, it seems it didn't help him achieve
'escape velocity'. The following morning, he found a piece of rock of similar
size and colour on a local building site and used that for the commissioned
ring.
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