Walker Percy Wednesday 142

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Enrichment in such an age appears either as enrichment within immanence, i.e., the discriminating consumption of the goods and services of society, such as courses in personality enrichment, creative play, and self-growth through group interaction, etc.—or through the prime joys of the age, self-transcendence through science and art.
The pleasure of such transcendence derives not from the recovery of self but from the loss of self. Scientific and artistic transcendence is a partial recovery of Eden, the semiotic Eden, when the self explored the world through signs before falling into self-consciousness. Von Frisch with his bees, the Lascaux painter with his bison were as happy as Adam naming his animals.

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All at once, he saw how it all worked, saw the very mechanism of his sadness and therefore the means of rising above it. Above it he was and above all this, the people whom now he understood, the Indians, the tourists, even the scientist whom he knew by reputation. They, not he, were puppets worked by strings they could not see. But he knew, could see the strings and, best of all, work them himself—for the good of the Soviet Union and therefore for world peace.

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IN THE AGE OF science, scientists are the princes of the age. Artists are not. So that even though both scientists and artists achieve transcendence over the ordinary world in their science and art, only the scientist is sustained in his transcendence by the exaltation of the triumphant spirit of science and by the community of scientists.
It is perhaps no accident that at the high tide of physics in the nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, the great revolutionary physicists—e.g., Faraday, Maxwell, Bohr, Einstein—were also men of remarkable integrity and exultant wholeness of character, of generosity and benignity. Compare the lives and characters of the comparably great in literature at the same time: Dostoevsky, Baudelaire, Kafka, Joyce, Lawrence, Hemingway.
With the disappearance of the old cosmological myths and the decline of Judaeo-Christianity and the rise of the autonomous self, science and art, one the study of secondary causes, the other the ornamental handmaiden of rite and religion, were seized upon and elevated to royal highroads of transcendence in their own right. Such transcendence was available not only to the scientists and artists themselves but to a community of fellow scientists and students, and to the readers and listeners and viewers to whom the “statements” of art, music, and literature were addressed.

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Lessons from Burke on the origins of our present discontent

The very excellent “philosopher king” Jesse Norman on Britain’s current malaise.

Burke understood how language could be debased through the rhetoric of abstract nouns such as “liberty” or “equality”, which move people without enlightening them.

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Beer Landscape Of New Orleans

Here’s a good overview of the state of NOLA brewing. All sounds quite positive so long as over-hopped IPAs aren’t indiscriminately peddled as good craft beer, as they have most elsewhere in North America.

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Extended Minds, Extended Foreskins

Irreverent “bar-room” style discussion between Tamler Sommers and David Pizarro on philosophical issues, this episode on my longstanding interest in extended mind. Yet another online example of one being able to get a decent education on the cheap, rather than an expensive miseducation on some ideological farm — and still having dosh for a car, good food, booze, travel, drugs, concerts, and books — and not becoming a resentful and negative git for the rest of one’s life. (It’s abundantly clear that the humanities (genuine liberal arts) are not only ripe and suitable for peeling off from the academy, but that this is actually happening. In 10 years or less, the ideological clerisy will be rendered “quaint” little islands of fuckwittery that appeal to the unemployable, the illiberal and dullest of zealots).

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Constructivism and Relativism in Oakeshott

I’ve been thinking and writing about social constructivism for nigh on 20 years which was one of the primary motivations behind the setting up of EPISTEME to take on the tripe that was being peddled in philosophy departments, but had already well and truly infected departments with no philosophical culture, i.e. English, sociology, anthropology, gender and so on. So I thought I’d repost this piece despite the fact that it takes to task one of my intellectual heroes. Constructivism-relativism was thoroughly dubious then; now it is as vulgar as it gets.

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Southern Comfort

Another insightful review of Deltaphonic by Wilson Koewing in the Nola Defender.

To listen to the band’s catalogue straight through feels like a backseat ride in an out-of-control burning muscle car through a backdrop of vast southern landscapes, occasionally stopping in this small town or that, to go inside a bar, or strip club, or seedy motel room to sit down and listen to captivating, nostalgia-tinged, smoky back table, yarns spun by singer/songwriter Andrew T. Weekes over Deltaphonic’s driving, dusty musical tapestry.

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Walker Percy Wednesday 141

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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 to them.
The community of art is not the elect community of science but the community of the artist and all who share his predicament and who can understand his signs.
The impoverishment? It comes from the transience of the salvation of art, both for the maker of the sign (the artist) and for the receiver of the sign.
The self in its predicament is exhilarated in both the making and the receiving of a sign—for a while.
After a while, both the artist and the self which receives the sign are back in the same fix or worse—because both have had a taste of transcendence and community.
If poets often commit suicide, it is not because their poems are bad but because they are good. Whoever heard of a bad poet committing suicide? The reader is only a little better off. The exhilaration of a good poem lasts twenty minutes, an hour at most.
Unlike the scientist, the artist has reentry problems that are frequent and catastrophic.
In fact, a catalogue of the spectacular reentries and flameouts of the artist is nothing other than a pathology of the self in the twentieth century, much as the fits and frenzies of Saint Vitus’s Dance were signs of the ills of an earlier age.

What account, then, can a semiotic give of the paradoxical impoverishments and enrichments of the self in the present age?
Why do people often feel bad in good environments and good in bad environments? Why did Mother Teresa think that affluent Westerners often seemed poorer than the Calcutta poor, the poorest of the poor?
The paradox comes to pass because the impoverishments and enrichments of a self in a world are not necessarily the same as the impoverishments and enrichments of an organism in an environment.

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A Closer Walk

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.

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