Von der Zähmung zu sprechen und ihr zu widersprechen muss damit anfangen, das Wort selbst zum Reden zu bringen. »Zahm« – der rätselhafte Ausdruck geht auf dieselben sprachgeschichtlichen Wurzeln zurück wie die Wörter »Damm« und »Zimmer«. Das Zähmen, so macht die Etymologie damit bereits klar, ist ein Akt der Eindämmung, des Abscheidens und der Einpassung. Was einmal gezähmt wurde, hat seither einen klar begrenzten Ort, seine eigene Kammer, in die es fortan nicht einmal mehr eingesperrt werden muss, weil es das Zimmer in Form seiner Zähmung dauernd mit sich herumträgt. Der zahme Bär an der Leine des Schaustellers, wie man ihn noch Anfang des 20. Jahrhunderts auf den Jahrmärkten vorführte, schien zwar auf dem offenen Dorfplatz zu stehen, steckte dabei aber doch eigentlich im grausamen Käfig seines Dompteurs, den dieser ebenso eng wie unsichtbar um ihn gezimmert hatte.

Noch suggestiver ist da das Französische, wo man das zahme Tier »animal privé«...

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Now the dead will no longer be buried, now this spectral city will become the site for execrations and lamentations, now time itself will disintegrate and void itself, now human bodies will expectorate fury and envision their own transformation or negation, now infinite and untold catastrophes are imminently on their way —ready to cross the bridge over the river Aire and engulf us all — in this winter of discontent, just beginning at this dead-of-night ­instant before midnight, North-Sea ice-particles already crackling in the air and the last summer long-over, the final moment of my seventeenth birthday, so we have to go, the devil is at our heels… And now we’re running at full-tilt through the centre of the city, across the square beneath the Purbeck-marble edifice of the Queen’s ­Hotel, down towards the dark arches under the railway tracks, the illuminated sky shaking, the air fissured with beating cacophony,...

J.G. Ballard’s self-declared ‘Immodest Proposal’ for a global war-­alliance to exact the destruction of America demonstrates the provocatory zeal of his last fiction plans, as well as their enduring prescience. As Ballard emphasises several times in the World Versus America notebooks, he is utterly serious in his concerns and visions.
Although the Ballard ­estate declined permission for any images of pages from the World Versus America archival notebooks to accompany this essay, any member of the general public interested to do so can readily visit the British Library and view the notebooks in their entirety in the freely-­accessible manuscripts collection there.

I said “Would you like a rope? You know that haul you have is not secured properly.”
“No,” he said, “but I see you have string!”
“If this comes into motion—” I said, “you should use a rope.”
“Any poison ivy on that? ” he asked me, and I told him my rope had been in the barn peacefully for years.
He took a length of it to the bedside table. He had no concept for what wood could endure.
“Table must have broken when I lashed it onto the truck,” he said.
And, when he was moving the sewing machine, he let the cast iron wheels—bang, bang on the stair.
I had settled down to pack up the flamingo cookie jar, the cutlery, and the cookware, but stopped briefly, for how many times do you catch sudden sight of something heartfelt?
I saw our milk cows in their slow...