I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
— Richard II, Act V, sc. Ii (William Shakespeare)
If it’s peace you find in dying, well then, let the time be near…
- Blood, Sweat & Tears (1969) “And When I Die” (original lyrics by Laura Nyro)
KEY POINTS: Gerosemiotics, icons, archetypes, time, hourglass, chronophage, aging, meaning
Let me introduce the new field of Gerosemiotics (oh no, what is he up to now?) where I will propose a new symbol – a sign – an image – a contemplative icon – a reflective focus point – that will stop you in your tracks, and I hope replace the standard images for “time passing” and the dusty icons for vanitas…you know the skulls, skeletons, candles, faded roses, hourglasses, etc. etc…
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Okay, those images had their moments in the sun – but time for something new and different -
A good start (but not the one I have in mind) is the concept behind the Clock of the Long Now, also called the 10,000-year clock, is a proposed mechanical clock designed to keep time for 10,000 years.

(From Wikipedia): The project to build it is part of the Long Now Foundation. The project was conceived by Danny Hill in 1986 and the first prototype of the clock began working on Dec. 31, 1999 just in time to display the transition to the year 2000. At midnight on New Year’s Eve, the date indicator changed from 01999 to 02000, and the chime struck twice, to ring in the “third millennium.” That prototype, approximately two metres tall, is currently on display at the Science Museum in London.
Okay, cool, I get it and agree with it. But again, a little too Newtonian for me. Then, I came across an article in WIRED magazine (see URL below) with the alluring title of: Ravenous Clock Runs Backward, Scares Children.
http://www.wired.com/culture/design/magazine/17-02/st_chronophage
Now your talking !!!!! – tell me more – but it was the CLOCK that did it for me. It was a mashed up Jungian/Lacanian/Žižek thesis wrapped up in an operational setting of gerosemiotics.
Here is a little appetizer:

What the hell? -
Hmmm it is kinda of hellish…but hang in there – just follow along before I unveil the proposed signifier – that should end up on your desk – and on your mind…….
In this blog posting, I examine and consider the need for a 21st century reminder of “time passing” which can assist our aging process in experiencing a deeper and sustained quality of life; that with our “search of lost time”, we come to appreciate the time that we have and the time that we need; especially, in a social-cultural setting that negates the aging experience and denies mortality and has fear of “the second half of life.”
As some of you may have figured out from previous roguish postings on the topic of aging, (for example – see The Curious Case of the Arrow of Time: The Vagaries of Preternatural Aging), I find the intersect of the notion of “time” (in all of the kaleidoscopic expressions in science and art) with gerontology (all things – “aging”) to be perpetually fruitful – and infinitely serendipitous.

Some might say I am obsessed with “time” – and I would agree, but in this regard:
Time is our constant companion on the journey of life – and the constant reminder life as finite –and thus our mortality. But why is this issue so important in the domain of aging?
Think back to your childhood years (or days) – and reflect on the significance of “time” (or better yet – the lack thereof). With the exception of the clichéd request by kids on a long road trip – “Are we there yet?” (which drives parents crazy exactly because of apperant lack of any mature perspective on time for most children – “We just left the driveway!”). Maybe it is the id overriding any standards for “time” when time does not seem to be corresponding to the preschoolers desire for the world to operate “their way and for their sense of ‘now’! But why stop at the pre school years? I have watched (pardon the pun) many adults look at their watches (or other time devices) in complete disbelief – “Where did the time go?” – “OMG… I’m late for the meeting again!” “Why does this always happen to me, this traffic is driving me nuts, sitting here wasting MY time.”
Really – your time?
I really do expect people in this culture and society (and in our time) to assume that “science” will come up with a cure for “time.” Come on, can’t someone invent more time? I just want to go ailse 12 at the Wal-Mart and get me some…more, oh hell, get me the whole box.” I spent time (again – how ironic) the past week hearing myself – and then others complain about daylight savings time, as though some Orwellian “boss” created the dumb mess and pulled the switch on our comfortable patterns and moved all of us up one hour…boom, just like that! I heard someone ask, “Who came up with this dumb idea? I don’t remember voting for it.”
Well, do you remember the year 1966 (see http://www.webexhibits.org/daylightsaving/b.html) and the Uniform Time Act?
No? Me neither, but at ten-years old at the time – it did not sink in anyway. But as an adult of (soon to be 54 years of age – chronologically speaking) mid-life, it makes a big damn matter to me at this point in time. Time…of which every second is more precious that it was last week or the month before, and the year before that.
My time, your time – it’s a timely topic. And like Richard II – I am obsessed that I waste too much of it – and in a karmic loop – “it’ now does waste me (aging). What a cruel twist of fate to look back on childhood and reflect that summers – ah yes –those long –perfect days – on nothingness – and timelessness – and it will all go on forever…. And my memory at this point in time can barely hang on to a poem that I read some time ago (and if anyone can track it down and provide the proper reference/citation, I would appreciate it) where the poet perfectly described the dream-like state of childhood, observing the world go by, but detached, innocently, by “flipping knives into the dust…” and seeing their parents move about in their own orbits…and the children left wondering what the world would be like…when they would grow up…
If I could tell my children…or my young students, or anybody…what the “world is like, when they do grow up”, it would be this: I would repeat the lines from the Bard –
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
— Richard II, Act V, sc. Ii (William Shakespeare)
and then hope to have a lengthy discussion about it. But ironically, I predict I would hear this in return from any would be audience, “Maybe some other time…later…I’m too busy right now.” Ouch.

And therein lies the decay of the message, the wisdom, the sign, the symbol, meaning, the signficance of being sensitive to the philosophical, the existential, and ontological crux of “time.” Who has got the time to be bothered with the reminders of time being lost, whisked away, transformed into vapor, never to be recovered…yeah, who needs that? I’m on a roll baby, life in the fast lane, I’m multi-tasking, I’m cooking with gas, I’m on fire, I’m busy, I’m working here, get the f*$k out of the way, I’m coming through, no time left for you - (Guess Who sang that one? – sorry, had to do that), I’m in overtime, get some face time later…
But then all of sudden, the blink of an eye, in the sweep of a few seconds, wow! – I’m dead. Dead. Wait a second…(sorry, no time in death), Oh yeah, that’s right…slow down!…(sorry, should have done that – back then)…Wait. WAIT ! I’m not ready, not me, somebody else…
Time and tide(tyde) wait for no person {man, woman, child}
Tempus fugit….
Well, I’ll be damn. I wish someone would have told me about how fast it all goes…the next thing you know, the Reaper is there, knocking on my door (or on Dylan’s heavenly door). Ahhhh, thus the point of my blog……..>>>> We need – desperately, the reminders, the icons, the archetypal message, the symbols for the passage of time and that “it” is finite and fleeting; but, what do we have to help us with this critical dimension of life – and death.

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So check this out – and perhaps an indication of my OCDness with time – it is the semantic web 3.0 going on in my head, and that which we might refer to as the “enchanted loom” as I reflect upon time (“x”) in context with (“y”)….Right, so here we go…River. So first, I think of (Memento-like) The movie, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, to which I have previously blogged about,
“Thus, I find it quite moving the movie is set in New Orleans and the Mississippi River flows on, but then Katrina is nearby, then the waters rise, and the clock stops and whether it moves forward – or backward – it does make us stop to wonder about our lives (in and as) a moment – a flash of the firefly – and youth flashes by and by.” (S. Wright via WordPress.com)
And then to the Alan Parson Project and the song, Time,
But time, Keeps flowing like a river, To the sea
And then to Marc Chagall’s painting, Time is a River Without Banks,

And then to Thomas Wolfe’s book, Of Time and the River,

And back to Salvador Dali’s Persistence of Time,

And then over to the Chamber’s Brothers song, Time Has Come Today

Which leads to another song (Chicago Transit Authority, 1969) to cap the summary on this section,
Does Anybody Know What Time It is?
and,
Does anybody really care - If so I can’t imagine why
Thanks CTA ! (a.k.a. as Chicago) – Exactly my point.
And thus we continue with the blog in this direction = Reminders of time passing and out mortality. But why? Why is this important? Because, “it’ does not go on forever, at least not with us. It will come to end…despite the youth, the beauty, the botox, the hair color, the implants, the fat removal, the nip and tuck, the hormones, the supplements, the stock portfolio, the video game, or the grande-sized mocha, and the distorted reality that we have created with ignoring “time passing” all the while we shell out money to manage “time” in our “day” planners, iPhones, and Blackberries.
Look in the mirror.

“No, I do not want to…and even if I do, I will see what I want to see.”
Ah, yes, the fertile fallacy of living in our time; we are still engaged in alchemy after all. The mirror is wrong – I am still “young” – I will not die, that will happen to someone else – I eat time for breakfast…
Well, good luck with that and may hubris be your throne – and middle name.
In the mean time, I want to suggest that we consider and contemplate a modern re-visit to the notion of vanitas. But first, a quick look at the reminders found in the past.
VANITAS:
“A category of paintings (often, but not always still-lifes) alluding to the futility of life and the transience of earthly joys and possessions. The main vanitas symbol is the skull (standing for death), which is usually combined with other objects symbolizing the certainty of the end of all human existence on earth, such as a burnt-out candle, an empty/toppled cup, or rotten fruit, as well as symbols of wealth (money, regal adornments, jewelry) and sometimes, symbols of the arts and humanities (books, musical instruments), which outlast human life.
Let us examine a few exemplars of the genre:

And again, I ask: What are the modern reminders of such a concept (“time passing”; vanitas; mortality) that give us a healthy dose of “reality” in the context of an aging society – and as aging individuals. The answer is that we still seem to rely on the “old” HOURGLASS motif. It is the perennial gerosemitoic. It is even the iconic image for The Gerontological Society of America.

Let me offer Exhibit A to you the jury. As you will see, the HOURGLASS makes its appearance on three significant books recently published,
The Longevity Revolution by Robert Butler – and notice the sands pour into the top section of the glass rendering the “feel” of a perpetual supply of sand.

Ending Aging: The Rejuvenation Breakthroughs That Could Reverse Human Aging in Our Lifetime by Aubrey de Grey – and notice that the sands “reverse” their flow in an upward manner (sort of like the notion of The Curious Case of Benjamin Button) against gravity – and logic – and physics (at least on this planet).

The Time Paradox: The New Psychology of Time That Will Change Your Life by Philip Zimbardo (and John Boyd) – and notice that the sands flow downward into the lower glass section but end up creating an interesting symbol (nice effect with two symbols one on book cover) for infinity, which makes think of the uroboros and the Möbius strip and etchings of Escher and the “universal” icon for recycling.
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The hourglass as symbolic image has sustainability for conveying the “passage of time” and in fact, I have one on my desk – to my right – and next to my MacBook Pro and as I type to you (in real time). I have flipped it over a few times as I type this log out, and lo and behold, the white sand flows downward and the “time has passed” – but then I flip it over again – and again. Hmmmm, not (yet) quite making me feel the dusty hand of the reaper skeleton on my left shoulder to remind of essence of the need for ontological reflection; rather it seems to be more of a friendly and nostalgic reminder of “things gone past” like watching the Wizard of Oz or the old egg-timer on my grandmothers kitchen counter.

To be honest, I am more inclined to find affinity with the reminder of time passing on the covers of two of J.T. Fraser’s books:
Time: The Familiar Stranger – with a cover of the circular zodiac and botanical seasons

The Voices of Time – with a cover design of a labyrinth – which is a much-improved image in capturing the essence of time, at least in my opinion, than the dusty and dry hourglass. And yet, we can do better than the labyrinth too.
So, it is time to introduce a new gerosemiotic for our century – a reminder of time passing, mortality, and a little bit of the carpe diem that makes life interesting and qualitative. Yes, it’s time to move beyond the skulls, the candles, desiccated flowers, hourglasses, and left over “bling” – it’s time to hail the CORPUS CLOCK with the CHRONOPHAGE.

<Cue the music here: Wagner: Die Walküre – The Ride Of The Valkyries> crank it up !

Okay, the music fades —– and behold ! –
The invisible hand (apologies to Adam Smith) meets the unconscious mind (apologies to Freud) in the form of a creature “eating time” and the swinging mandala, the uroboros, infinity, the squaring of the circle, the circling of the square, a shiny and hypnotic pendulum, along with God’s big-time semiosis of divine punishment associated with the monstrous a la Alien – Locust-creature, all wrapped up and unveiled by Stephen Hawking. This chronophage has time running forward, backward, and stopping (or so it seems) – the curious case of the corpus clock and the chronophage (say that real fast!) observe and learn, and meditate – and now let us learn from the new gerosemiotic of “time passing” and ponder our fate, our life, and our time -

Now end this with one more song “Clocks” by Coldplay ….. and think about:
Closing walls and ticking clocks
And let the Corpus Clock/Chronophage feed upon your timeless dreams as you fall asleep reading the lines of Prospero:
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp’d tow’rs, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
Thanks, Scott D. Wright tick, tock, tick , tock , tick, tock
Oh yeah, one more thing – please let there be books in the next world/dimension/paradise/hell too – whatever…
I mean eternity is a long time – so many books – and now – lots of time to get caught up (Scott)
