The naming of the predicament of the self by art is its reversal. Hence the salvific effect of art. Through art, the predicament of self becomes not only speakable but laughable. Helen Keller and any two-year-old and Kafka’s friends laughed when the unnameable was named. Kafka and his friends laughed when he read his stories…
WWOZ have just launched a website A Closer Walk to “highlight, contextualize and advocate” for the future of these locales. It’s a bit late in the day for this: such a damn shame that so much has already been destroyed. Here are some of the locales that are meaningful to me. Cosimo MatassaErnie K-DoeFats DominoJazzkarnofskyLouis…
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Looking forward to reading this little book I’ve just acquired: Nachlass zu Lebzeiten (The posthumerous papers of a living author), 1936. I haven’t come across much commentary on it, but it is mentioned in the NYT: In these ”Posthumous Papers,” Musil’s pleasure is to start small. The first essay, ”Flypaper,” begins with an almost pedantic description…
From the glory days of British blues, a million miles away from the blues hack one finds these days populating many a pub. bluesbob hallChris YouldenKim Simmondssavoy brown
Sean Hermanson’s open access paper in Philosophies 2017, 2(2). feminismimplicit biasMarxismPhilosophyPhilosophy of mindpolitical correctnessPsychologyregressive leftSean Hermanson
I have never met Barry Smith in person but over the years he has been incredibly helpful and supportive of my various philosophical enterprises. Having only been familiar with Hayek’s social philosophy, it was Barry who first brought me to Hayek’s philosophical psychology and for that alone I’m especially grateful. Unlike so many in your…
On this day 45 years ago there occurred a musical earthquake. Nothing has ever been the quite the same. Yet again, I refer you to the master Bowie analyst Chris O’Leary for his song-by-song commentary. Chris, you are about 10 years younger than me, but given your thoughts on “Moonage Daydream”, how the fuck do you think we…
I had the good fortune to be able to taste a 100 year old Château Latour this past week. Now I’ve never had any strong desire to experience a vintage merely for its exclusivity and I certainly would not ever pay even a fifth of the market price for the privilege, however fantastic a wine…
Yet they, the lay scientists, those who perceive themselves in the community of scientists and at some remove from the ordinary world, may be better off than those who live immanent lives, beneficiaries of science and technology, but with only a glimmering of the scientists, the glimmering that there are scientists and that “they” know…
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