The container ships that frequently dock in Dublin Port are representative of the biggest moving objects that humans have ever produced. Yet despite the almost sublime mass of these ships in general they are but tiny elements in much bigger systems. They provide the necessary physical connections in the virtual networks of global communication and control. Without these ships the world system would stutter and atrophy. Without the objects they transport modern environments and lifestyles would be untenable. As Rose George puts it “nearly everything” comes to us by sea:
“Sometimes
on trains I play a numbers game. A woman listening to headphones: 8. A man reading
a book: 15. The child in the stroller: a least 4 including the stroller. The
game is to reckon how many of our clothes and possessions and food products
have been transported by ship. The beads around the woman’s neck; the man’s
i-phone and Japanese-made headphones. Her Sri Lanka-made skirt and blouse; his
printed in China book. I can always go wider, deeper and in any direction. The
fabric of the seats. The rolling stock. The fuel powering the train. The
conductor’s uniform; the coffee in my cup; the fruit in my bag. Definitely the
fruit, so frequently shipped in refrigerated containers that it has been given
its own temperature. Two degrees Celsius is ‘chill’ but 13 degrees is ‘banana.’” [Ninety Percent of Everything, (Picador, 2013)]
The modern
container was invented in 1956 and adopted in the subsequent decade. It
standardised shipping according to a module that could be easily transferred
between ships, trains and trucks. Before then it didn’t make sense to
manufacture things in other places to avail of cheaper resources and labour.
Containers rendered everything transferable in a global system: raw-materials;
products; people. The container ship made capital truly migratory on a global
scale. But these massive ships are weighty, cumbersome and slow. The immediacy
and speed of day-to-day living is only guaranteed by the irresistible inertia
by which these ships move. The container ship is, in short, both the necessary
mechanism and emblem of post war capitalism. That
which lies manifest within their manifest is the very apparatus of our lives.
[This was the beginning of a longer response to Cliona Harmey's Dublin Ships project]
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