Machines that have a funny bone

Machines that have a funny bone

Ganson's "Machine with Concrete" • Photo by Shervinafshar (CC BY-SA 3.0)

Originally published 8 November 1993

Imag­ine this. A machine made of pul­leys and levers that spends its time scoop­ing machine oil from a pool at its base and pour­ing it over itself. The oil glides sen­su­ous­ly down over the mech­a­nism, back into the pool. Ahhh!

Or this. A machine mount­ed on wheels that you push like a bar­row. As it rolls, a cogged mech­a­nism caus­es an arti­fi­cial hand to write on a white piece of paper “Faster!” The faster you roll the cart, the more man­i­cal­ly the machine scrawls its urgent message.

What’s all this? It’s an exhib­it of Somerville sculp­tor Arthur Gan­son’s wit­ty machines. With­in sec­onds of stum­bling onto it, I was in hysterics.

A bird cage filled with a del­i­cate wire mech­a­nism that repeat­ed­ly tips two of those cylin­dri­cal card­board toys that make ani­mal nois­es when you turn them. These tweet­ed. The title: Two Cans from the Island of Taiwan.

A train of 12 worm gears, each gear dri­ving the next at a fifty-times slow­er rate. The first gear whirls furi­ous­ly. The last gear is embed­ded in con­crete. What’s so fun­ny? I’m not sure, but I laughed uproariously.

It was a treat to be around machines that made me laugh. Machines with wit. We spend most of our days with machines that haven’t a fun­ny bone in their mechan­i­cal bod­ies. Machines that turn us into dour button-pushers.

Of course, we should­n’t blame the machines. It’s their indus­tri­al design­ers that are humor­less, those glum-faced con­sor­tiums of engi­neers that give us our dai­ly mechanisms.

In 1738, the mechan­i­cal wiz­ard Jacques de Vau­can­son demon­strat­ed his mas­ter­piece before the court of Louis XV, a cop­per duck that ate, drank, quacked, flapped its wings, splashed about, and, to the aston­ish­ment of all, digest­ed its food and excret­ed the remains. It was a wit­ty begin­ning for the age of machines. The king’s courtiers had a good titter.

Descrip­tions of Vic­to­ri­an inven­tions in ear­ly edi­tions of Sci­en­tif­ic Amer­i­can also sug­gest a delight­ful sense of whim­sy. Elec­tric jew­els. Cuck­oo watch­es. A mus­tache food-and-drink guard that clips into the nos­trils. Adver­tis­ing pro­ject­ed onto clouds. An elec­tric trol­ley on tracks that deliv­ers food from the kitchen direct­ly to the din­er’s place.

The Vic­to­ri­ans liked whacky com­bi­na­tions. A ham­mock mount­ed on a tri­cy­cle that allows the cyclist occa­sion­al rest. A cam­era hat. A rock­ing chair con­nect­ed to a cra­dle and but­ter churn that employs “hith­er­to wast­ed female pow­er” to sooth the baby and make but­ter while keep­ing the hands free for “darn­ing, sewing, or oth­er light work.”

Now that I think about it, maybe it is only in ret­ro­spect that we find these things fun­ny. Nev­er mind; Vic­to­ri­an inven­tors at least under­stood that machines are our ser­vants rather than the oth­er way round.

It is the artists who teach us not to take our machines too seriously.

The French Dadaist artist Mar­cel Duchamp saw the humor­ous pos­si­bil­i­ties of a bicy­cle wheel mount­ed on a stool, or an ordi­nary uri­nal turned upside down and titled Foun­tain. His mas­ter­piece, a glass con­struc­tion called The Bride Stripped Bare by Her Bach­e­lors, Even, although not quite a machine, is full of wires and paint­ed mech­a­nisms. Duchamp found it nec­es­sary to invent a new “amus­ing physics” to describe this last work, includ­ing terms like “oscil­lat­ing den­si­ty,” “uncon­trol­lable weight,” and “eman­ci­pat­ed metal.”

The undis­put­ed mas­ter of whim­si­cal machines is the Swiss sculp­tor Jean Tingue­ly, who con­trives spindly wire devices that thumb their noses at Swiss order and effi­cien­cy. Those whoo have seen them say Tingue­ly’s ani­mat­ed sculp­tures invari­ably pro­duce laugh­ter as they click, whir, and clat­ter unpre­dictably, and even pho­tographs of his works pro­duce a smile.

Tingue­ly’s most famous sculp­ture is called Homage to New York, a vast white con­trap­tion of wheels, motors, pul­leys, and wires that was designed to destroy itself in the gar­den of the Muse­um of Mod­ern Art. The machine balked short of sui­cide, but caused an uproar­i­ous com­mo­tion before the fire depart­ment arrived to put it out of its mis­ery. Tingue­ly was delight­ed with the unex­pect­ed outcome.

For me,” says Tingue­ly, “the machine is above all an instru­ment that per­mits me to be poet­ic. If you respect the machine, if you enter into a game with the machine, then per­haps you can make a tru­ly joy­ous machine — by joy­ous I mean free. That’s a mar­velous thing, don’t you think?”

Yes, I do think so, and that’s the delight of Arthur Gan­son’s incred­i­bly whim­si­cal, utter­ly free cre­ations. One of those cre­ations is titled Homage to Tingue­ly’s Homage a Mar­cel Duchamp, which places Gan­son square­ly in a poet­ic, joy­ous tra­di­tion. Next year he will bring his whim­sy to the heart of tech­nol­o­gy as artist-in-res­i­dence at MIT.

What is Gan­son up to? He is not inter­est­ed in mak­ing polit­i­cal state­ments, he says. “My machines are inves­ti­ga­tions of thoughts, dreams, and ideas.”

They are about inven­tion, about play, about a child­like way of look­ing at the world. They are about not tak­ing the world too seriously.”

I sus­pect that Gan­son takes the world more seri­ous­ly than do those of us who sur­ren­der our lives to humor­less machines. Like Jean Tingue­ly before him, he knows that a spir­it of play lies at the heart of the world.


Be sure to vis­it Arthur Gan­son’s web­site for more of his whim­si­cal machines. ‑Ed.

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