The other day I came across an article on the Guardian's theatreblog , somehow this issue has been lurking around for some time - maybe even back to the days when I was still studying art and concept art was so en vogue. I could never ever imagine that it would satisfy me - also erotical btw - to simply tell somebody how to act, what to do and then leave it all to him or her.
There is deep inside of me the desire to be there, to do it, to get myself knee-deep into the mud, to grasp it. And if you wonder what this "it" is, well life, presence, here and now.
Why among other artefacts are the first representations by the cave dwellers impressions of their hands?!
Yet it is "modern" to be virtual, just like this here btw :-), and if Walter Benjamin's predictions are correct, the aura of the original has been so far neglected by now that it has disappeared.
Yet if one is daring and reverses the reading of Benjamin's The Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction, this becomes a strong advocate in favour of the aura of the original, for Walter Benjamin himself did still observe it and express it (and thereby preserve it inside his text as a possibility). There is this wonderful allusion Jacques Derrida reads in his forename "Walter", he links it to the German verb "walten"/ to rule, which in German implies the gentle rule of some divine power.
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