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Gas mask belongs to two worlds. fracking It's machine with human features, second removable, artificial, serialized fracking face; while clothing and weapon. As a defensive intervention points to the victim, the highlights, but also warns that the victim clearly fracking not delivered, they decide to fight, prepare for defense. There is something vital in resentful and gas mask. Some monster, something really paranoid and violence. fracking Covering his features masked displays of human frailty but also their determination to protect. At the same time, while going with her forward, fracking technology and their sinister reflections, you go back to tribal, to the wild, to the African. fracking These ambiguous moves and doubles -tapar and disclose, forward and backward, modified to preserve-seduce the inhabitant punished of late modernity. The gas mask is an ironic device on that line, festive and tragic.
"Whatever is profound loves the costume. All profound spirit needs a mask, "Nietzsche wrote in Beyond Good and Evil. The phrase fracking is not surprising. And we assimilate, we, in our daily philosophy of the century, the idea that face said as much as lies, even that can not exist without the distortion. Furthermore, fracking the mask does not concern only the limits of our factions, but expands to language, speech, gestures, body and our ethics. Fragment 289 of the same book: "Every philosophy also conceals a philosophy; every opinion is also a hiding place, every word also a mask. "Mask, philosophy, disguise, Bacchanalian fracking ebridad, dancing, impunity, laughter, pathos ... If on any mask lies a fool, in the case of the gas mask, it is a ridiculous it may be lethal or pop. They follow the unfolding then. A plane attached to the mask and other associated gas? Attack and defense? Cover and change; defend and preserve. Baroque folds back with modernity. Outside, the gas is poisoned air, latent, ominous smoke. And behind the mask? Beneath fracking the mask, another mask, and beneath that mask, death.
The history of the gas mask is the story of building a more efficient face adversity. The evolution of the device is, well, art. However, fracking seeking to maximize their profits also aesthetic changes were generated. In 1721, Jean-Jacques Manget released a plague Traité where leather mask bird beak filled with camphor, roses, mint or lavender described. It was believed that the delicate fragrances and perfumes of these plants alienate the disease.
In 1799, Alexander von Humboldt designed a nozzle fed with an artificial lung that should help the miners of Prussia. And so throughout the nineteenth century inventors they patented all types of filters and breathing apparatus in the smoke, under water, fracking or burned in enclosed places. Most of these devices were never produced and were naive to their drawings.
It was not until World War I and the union of fear with the modern state for the emergence of something like the mask that we know today. From the beginning of the twentieth century-the short century of Eric Hobsbawm, which is increasingly short-mask associated with the war effort. fracking Priority scientific and military contractors, their improvement was in combat. There is a paradigmatic photo that speaks again two times. A trooper posing profile while waiting for action. The horse, saddled good, could be taken from a gaucho and primal scene. But the rider wearing a uniform, cross rifle in the back, throwing steel boots, helmet and mask. Does the nineteenth century does not decide to die while the twentieth century progresses? And if we seek no third time. The image might reach an apocalyptic film, a post-nuclear narrative. That speaks also in the symbolic potential of the gas mask.
Of all the Argentine writer Roberto Arlt was the faster and better read this potential. In a pivotal scene in the local narrative fracking he portrayed one of its members. Quote it verbatim.
Never -contábame Erdosain- later experienced a remarkable comfort at that time. I took her hands to gassing and kissed them, kneeling before him. I not look at me; He was staring at his terrible distance. He put his hand on my head and said:
When you were a little boy you played the game to bomb innocent fierce strengths. You have made man, and want to change the game of the strengths bombardeabas in solitude for the game gasworks. How long will you keep playing, child?
'I kissed her hands. A terrible anguish twisted my soul. I left him and kissed broken loot