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July 9, 2011

A Different Angle on the Shuttle Program

Individual scientists will dream of many things, but what are the collective fantasies that tie them to the stars, and us to them?  Star Trek, Star Wars, Battlestar Gallactica, and other popular series were all structured by the discourse of empire.  Whichever side you, or the emperor, were on, the template was political.  Expansion was a given, hubris the constant danger, and some combination of classical virtues such as prudence and courage the key to winning in the long term. But for all the superficial similarities involved in “the conquest of space,” that really wasn’t NASA.

Perhaps only now, the last mission having lifted off, can the final veil be lifted off the dream.  This image, taken through the window of a passenger jet, shows the space shuttle Endeavor climbing above the clouds this May.  It’s consistent with the many, many other images of NASA lift-offs: the single line arcing heavenward, leaving behind only a pillar of exhaust, monument to the enormous energies needed to push 4,640,000 lbs above the earth.  (That’s orbiter, rockets, and fuel tank, fully loaded.  Now try jumping two feet into the air.)  And yet this is a very different image from the typical launch slide show. We don’t see the massive machinery of the launch pad, the roaring flames of the rockets’ ignition, the gleaming machinery rising godlike into the sky, the puny spectators gazing upward as the craft curves away from the “surly bonds of earth” to a final, bright spark of visibility before it passes into space, that place where you will never go.  No, this image is much closer to something else:

My point is not to make a joke. Nor is it to state the obvious, which is that there always has been an all-too-obvious phallic dimension to the whole rocket thing.  (Something to which this post obviously is not immune.)  Perhaps the amateurism of the photograph can help, for the glare of the window makes the image seem a bit like a specimen under glass.  The shift in the spectator’s standpoint also matters: for once we are looking down on the launch, which also is placed against the wide horizon of the planet rather than above those few able to stand and look upward at Cape Canaveral.  These and other features of the image combine to miniaturize what had been a long-running media spectacle.  That change in magnitude allows a hidden drive to become visible.

Whatever the idea behind the space program, the dream never was to get most of us up there.  The “space truck to nowhere” made that realization all too clear.  Gravity is our lot.  But reproduction is not about getting most of the adults through nature’s bottlenecks.  Instead of conquering the stars, perhaps the real drive is to seed them.  Still all too masculine and likely to be doomed for that reason, but now at least one can grant that the humans really weren’t serving the machines.  The dream, the image suggests, was to get just one pod through to some unknown egg.  Humanity wouldn’t conquer anything, but if it was found by the right host, some version of the species could spread across the galaxy.

This rumination is crazy, of course.  But then the space shuttle program was crazy: an unbelievable feat of engineering that had minimal scientific value for the enormous amount of money expended.  Rather than letting it become merely a museum piece, perhaps photographs such as the one above can buy a moment’s reflection.  Even though the smart thing is to focus on living long and well on this planet, the space program’s inversions of magnitude can reveal not only the smallness and fragility of human life, but also how our primitive urges can lead to dreams of almost infinite extension.

– Robert Hariman

Cross-posted from No Caption Needed.

Photo by Stefanie Gordon/Associated Press.  It accompanied this essay in the July 5th New York Times.  The sperm diagram is from a histology course,

  • bks

    Beautiful picture.  Reminds me more of Homer Simpson’s head than a sperm cell.


  • bks

    Beautiful picture.  Reminds me more of Homer Simpson’s head than a sperm cell.


  • Anonymous

    Decades back, during a volleyball game, a fellow professor said of the launch that put Alan Shepard into sub-orbital space, “If that isn’t fucking God, then I don’t know what is!” (He’d probably been saving and polishing that comment until what he considered just the right moment.)

    That guy articulated at the beginning what’s understood by many, though not often acknowledged in public: not just the phallic symbolism of the rocket itself, but also the symbolism of its violent, powerful, aggressive launch.

    The attached is a recreation of a satiric composite I made back in early 2009 when Kim Jong Il, just after Secretary Clinton had visited N. Korea, boasted of having launched a missile powerful enough to reach the continental U.S. The image is in poor taste, I know, but I was/am both angry and despairing about the proliferation of nuclear weapons and simultaneous development of vehicles capable of destroying people thousands of miles away. (Just delete it if it’s too offensive, Michael.)

    • perspicative

      …what we need here is a big unmagnifying glass

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