No rights, just homage to a young star.
Comedian in addition. First? Artist, regardless.
Took me a minute on this one, but damn.
His drop in is intense.
Brutally hip bumping.
Much love for Childish Gambino and Donald Glover.
“Contraband, contraband, contraband……get down!”
Interesting video.
Has Ended by Thom Yorke mazon Music
https://music.amazon.com/albums/B07GZ9L24S?trackAsin=B07GZ9GSLC&ref=dm_sh_O8MIfrQqbeo0ltNOG2yEHOv6j
Give it a listen at 2x playback. It sounds equally good, I’d wager, at any number of playback speeds, not hard to convince our ear drums.
it is still music. It does not turn to noise.
it falls from fashion, critical regard.
But even terrible songs are songs. If they were not, you would not have termed the noise music.
The wholly original, genius of Sun Ra put it best: we work on the otherside of time
Space is the Place is what’s up.
Poussières d’étoiles
Dwans their lumin
It is what is though. Like everything and all.
Eclipses
Phases
Vectors
Sea Changes
Middle C
Belle Curves
When stars fell on alabama,
There was no moonlight slow dance
They thought the The End was
Nigh
Night
Knight
But is you can talk about The End in the past tense.
At least you are
He saw how Joseph was annealed by the fire…[and] felt the ordeal more than Joseph. P241
Sounded overwrought to me. Then I bothered (sic. concerned) myself with actually looking up
/annealed/
I was being educated on several levels. I first read the sentence such that I thought I knew more than I did. I imagined /annealed/ to be some form of a bow or a kneeling position, a kiss the ring, smell the glove. A posture taken when the situation demands you take yourself seriously. If you can imagine such a thing! Or that you undertake to do something trivial quite meticulously. For the sake of the process itself. By your choice. You take part with and in. Or, when ritual, tradition, culture, bestows us a transcendental catharsis by allowing us to take very specific actions with others undertaking them alongside, as well. A hymn sung by a choir. Suddenly, lighting a candle is holy. Yet, lighters and matches abound. Fire is easy to come by but it was not always so.
Blind spot.
Shocking how much meaning we can contain. There are so many pearls that some readers start arguing over the appraising of an irregular pearl. It is all about finding, examining, analyzing, and drawing conclusions about the relative value. Waiting to find that big money shot pearl. A yup.
“awe, more valuable. made of pearl but unique, collectors edition. Gesture, essence. and articulation.”
“Worthless. It’s shape isn’t paradigmatic of the standard pearl. Misinformed. Monstrous, devalues the other pearls to even be in the same bowl with them.”
Who let the pigs out? Who? Hoo hoo?
Too much monkey business for me. We as a species have moved on. Or did I miss the train and am now out of joint?
The Glass Bead Game: Magister Ludi. 1990. First Owl Books Edition. $18.00 USD/$24.95 Canada. That seems really inexpensive as I think back on it now. At five hundred and fifty eight total pages, it is a trek but no death march. As with any trek, though there will be days. But, then there will really be days! Am I right, a hyuck, hyuck.
The length is not the deterrent. The printing of the book intimidates. At least my copy. That is why I bought it. It looked too heavy for a book that size. A thing that is larger than physics allows but your eyes empirically cannot deny. Your brain’s rational processors will fill in the reasons that ‘you can’t trust your eyes.’
A phone booth and doctor.
A House of Leaves.
A ship ever at sail on a foreign sea, the life of the house mouse lost.
S/he loses their position in the home.
You lose something you did not know could go missing. The notion of home? An ending spoiled. Don’t let the little ones hear. Something you cannot unlearn but surely there is room for doubt and maneuver. Doubt suffers where there is little room
Something you took for granted. Because there is so much to see and so many things vying for the pleasure of your (everone’s) attention at all times. We cannot process the amount of information we physically can conceive us. We get by and brains fill in the blanks. The way you discover your new car’s blind spot.
《《 》》
Crash. Ah, hell.
《《 》》
But what was to be done? Can you judge yourself for not knowing that your vehicle is afflicted with a blind spot? Sure, but where that at? If you want me I’ll be in the bar. Speculating on some dreamy nonsense. The thing you did not see in your rearview & side mirrors (electric-adjustable, I’d wager) as you merged lanes, was, by dint of optical physics, unseeable. You cannot adjust for and account for such a variable.
The publishers did not eff around. There is a deliberate concern for both style and balance in the margin setting and lettering layout. There is room to scrawl. If you are into that sort of thing. I am! The luxury of the thick white broadband’s conjunction into right angles about the four verticies gains further dimensionality by its opposing page.
The reflecting pool in the palm. Narcissus finally went mobile. Each page appears with its predecessor and/or successor in symmetry. Consider the leaf of the sheet itself. Two page numbers and each bearing letter matricies yet on but one page. One page in the book holds two pages. Think about that. There ain’t ya’ll entertained? If that is not magic, then ya’ll doin’ it wrong. I see gods contained and present amongst the multiform streams. IHS Bacchus first. Then as Janus. Holding us in the present, pressed fast between the past and the future tense. So the text on each side of the page gives rise to leaf between your fingers as you turn the page.
Let us say, maybe, five hundred and forty pages are geometrically identical in dimension, same squares, same squares. Matrix array with its vectors contained in those critical margins. Two koi ponds reflected about the same axis of symmetry. Simpatico. The more you read, the more the very confined area with unnecessarily tiny pt. font, single spaced. Tight, trim, orderly. And you are drawn in and held fixed in that little space. Rapt. Enraptured.
And then the ratio expands. The page does not seem so small.
The biggest hinderance to the book’s popularity in America was a poor original cipher of the German language. But translating the lyrical prose of Hesse is probably like trying to translate a Japanese character into ‘the English word for it.’ You can pull it off but the English Equivalence is questionable. Americans are poorly positioned to be strong readers of such heavy, often erudite, ultimately, ironic tomes. We do not get the geographical exposure to other cultures.
Hell, we didn’t get the joke.
It fell for it too! The joke of being so dreadfully stoic that the reader would not dare think you were givin’ a ribbin.’ This is a book; An effing long one; I found all these pearls. I’m rich. Made-man. This is a book of power not jokes for blokes.
Sigh. Now, your cracking me up.
The good news is, if you do ever get the joke, it makes you smile and laugh out loud. Then shake your head. Hold on.
Although, states are arguably the same as little countries.
Foucault’s Pendulum¤ = Asteroid of a book and author and both have coated me in spec(k)s of poussières d’étoiles forever.
Sister star to The Glass Bead Game: Magister Ludi°, at least in my little ol’ heart.
Trine. Zenith. Allegorical Syzygy?
Funny, for sure. Bless him for that because this book was heavy-wading for this gal.
Until,
I hit p.478 and read the text in the pic below. I, literally, Laughed out Loud; I, figuratively, was Rolling on the Floor Laughing.^
Mystical sumption of the syllogism, or modus ponens. But while this gal fumbles with wordsmithing, here are some juicy open secrets to for you more achievement oriented individuals to add to your trove.
Do you see the connection?
¤ Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data [ed. note: open secret x]
Eco, Umberto
[Pendolo di Foucault, English]
Foucault’s pendulum/by Umberto Eco ; translated from the Italian
by William Weaver—Ist ed.
p. cm.
Translation of: Il pendolo di Foucault.
“A Helen and Kurt Wolff book.”
ISBN 0-15-132765-3
PQ4865.C6P4613. 1989
853′.914–dc20. 89-32212
°Originally published under the title of Das Glasperlenspiel by Fretz & Verlag AG Zürich Copyright 1943.
^ Aka 🤣 FKA (original med. f/k/a) ROLF. This note is for my sister, with love.
Giddy up.
All the rules that you choose to use to get loose.
With the luminous moose.
It’s like right now,
Oh wow!
It’s so pine fresh.
It’s like…..giddy up.
I’m standing on your lawn doing jiu jitsu
Girl in the bikini with the Lamborghini shih tzu.
WOW! WHAT A BEAUTIFUL DAY!
As I research Parsifal/-zifal, I like to jot unexpected correspondences. Here is one involving the Sufi tradition. The quick quote below is included in a Sufi meditation manual that came into my possession a year and a half ago.
“The radiance of the streamers emanating from the shoulder blades has, when unfolded, often been compared by Sufi’s with a mantle of light. In the Parsifal legends, it was because there were holes in the mantle of Anfortas that the evil forces of the night were able to attack him.” Pir Vilayat Inayat Khan. The Ecstasy Beyond Knowing: A Manual of Meditation. 2014. p47
Anafortas: the wounded Fisher King who guard the Grail at Munsalvaesche.
[Perceval arrives at the Grail Castle, to be greeted by the Fisher King. From a 1330 manuscript of Perceval ou Le Conte du Graal by Chrétien de Troyes, BnF Français 12577, fol. 18v]
Below is the context in which the quote above is presented. The reader is being given meditation methods to enliven these ideas. Parsifal is not mentioned again.
The (life) energy fields includes the electrostatic and electromagnetic fields, the aura, called bioluminescence (light body?), the sonic field, and perhaps fields of other alternate forces (chi force; etheric body, which pulses with your breath; celestial body.) p46
“The energy in the human electromagnetic field flows in manifold ways. You may distinguish [sic. seven total ways including]…..vi) streamers (plumes of energy). ” p46
The concept of energy pluming from your body can be illustrated by:
1) Energy streaming above the head, like the Pentecostal tongues of flame
2) Energy flashing from the temples “as the winged thoughts of Greek Mythology”
3) Energy pluming out from behind the shoulder blades as winglike or cloaklike.
4) Plumes around the temples, included with the wings of the Seraphim.
5) Plumes around the shoulder blades and ankles, as the wings found in images of Hermes or Mercury.
Khan proposes that attributing validity to the existence of such “higher” fields that have so far not yielded to the measurement of science, enables the accounting for some of the uncanny bouts of energy to which contemplatives refer. Examples:
“Actually, we [sic. science & mysticism] have been going along with the assumption that the body emits these fields, but what if the electromagnetic field, in fact, all components of the life field, were the templates, the mold, in which the body is being formed?” p. 47
One related meditation practice is listed among other practices given in this section.
The tradition of Courtly Love in literature comes in three types: allegories, lyricals, and romance (aka færy tales).
In prudence of full disclosure, be aware that Richard Wagner’s opera was tentatively titled Parzifal (just as WOLFRAM VON ESCHENBACH had titled the protagonist) until 1877, when he switched to the handle Parsifal. This change was informed by one theory about the origin and etymology of the name (Perceval > Parzifal > Parsifal).
Vidēre licet the name as of Persian order Fal (Pure) Parsi (Fool).
At this time, your historian has been unable to validate any other origin theories for the name.
Though we shall encounter, virtually, every story ever told within Parzifal, a breakdown of the tradition of Courtly Love and Chivalry during the High Middle Ages as Eschebach tells it is justly prudent.
We concern ourselves, as the reader, with (1) Provençal troubadours, (2) French trovères, and (3) minnesänger.
I’m Wolfram von Eschenbach. I’m a bit of a minnesänger.
Note that Eschenbach states that a Provençal called Kyot (my research suggest Pyot to be a correspondant name in other texts) sent ” the book” to him.
Of keen interest to your historian is the patron enabling Eschenbach to afford the luxury of his composition. Wolfram was under the patronage of Medieval German Mæcenas Herman Landgrave of Thuringia.
The tradition of Courtly Love and Chivalry during the High Middle Ages as seen from the Critical perspective:
The overall gist, to be concisely reductive) of works concerned with courtly love seems to be the romance of self-perfection in knighthood, where both the chivalric and the spiritual receive their due as part of Love and Sensualism.
Parzifal had the knowledge of chivalry concealed from him until he was of an age able to think for himself.
In C.S. Lewis’ Allegory of Love, he presents the literary tradition of courtly love to include four basic characteristics: humility ; courtesy ; adultery ; Religion of Love.
A feudalization of love.
We will consider the meaning of the above shortly.
The genius of the above description will be revealed in history of words.
The words really do get curious and capricious. I am Alice Ladder; and even the hair on my arms stood on end. Hair-raising. Un baffoon ambulent I must have appeared on my walk home.
Parcigal is lovesome, diligent, loyal and kind. But the gal is also lewd and licentious. A real hærlot. Engaging in all sorts of hærlotries, and what not. She is a complete philolofile. Thinks she’s pretty funny.
Vitz. She really likes words and is a lovesome dummy.
Before we meander Hear I make three formal remarks below. The rest is simply me doing my best.
Alice Ladder
Carroll, VVündųrlvnd
TIMESTAMP: 07/09/10 15:00
》All knowledge is nothing more than symbolism.
》》 Word is bond and magic. Be impeccable. Do not use it against yourself either.
》》》What you see inside the mirror is just an image of reality; which means it is virtual reality. It is a dream.
Revælation
i. surprising disclosure of a previously unknown
ii. remarkable thing
iii. supranatural ; præterhuman ; divine ; daimonion
*remember that we must distinguish between a homo dormien (sleeping human) from a homo vigilance (waking man).
⊙
“A private individual.”
hermit
Just a “fellow temple-servant.”
Homo-doulus with the swans kuknoi.
Word has it that Socrates believed his master [despotēs] gifted him a prophetic capacity [mantike] not inferiors to that of swans.
Metathesis: transposition or interchange.
Metastatics: change and shifting
Metatithemi: interpose, change a meaning.
¤
Maverick.
Pure Fools talk freely.
So listen closely.
Everyone’s gonna shout.
Babble on anon, anon.
“When the history books are written in the future, somebody will have to say, ‘There lived a race of people who had the moral courage to stand up for their rights. And thereby, they injected a new meaning into the vein of history and of civilization.’ And we’re gonna do that.”
Martin Luther King Jr. @ Bus Rally in Montgomery, AL. Dec 05,1955
That is how you speak in a mythos that all can understand.
Five Points South water fountain. Five city streets converge into one confusing intersection.
I lived on the same Birmingham city block as Dreamland BBQ (2nd location) across from Wilson’s Market. The University of Alabama at Birmingham (go Blazers: best mascot in the state: dragon!) is about four blocks away. The ‘professional downtown’ area took about 4 minutes to drive 3-ish miles, over bridges with railroad tracks below. It is a shell of almost-skyscrapers. Sky-risers. Many blocks look forsaken. A seeming majority of professional spaces in these older buildings sit empty and yet, next door you will find the home offices of several major American Banks, Insurance Companies, etc. (Circa 2016 from memory).
All or nothing.
Sloss Furnace looms like an industrial dreamscape an installment of Clive Barker’s Hellraiser universe.
I also lived quite near a number of historical sites that witnessed the struggles of social revolution. I lived in this area 30+ yrs since childhood. I went to public school. The memory of this time is very much a still a live, shared cultural memory. A work in progress. The future needs some magic, leadership, and kindness.
Birmingham incorporated in 1878. Already, there were 20–25 major iron and steel producing blast-furnaces and companies in the Jefferson/Shelby county seat. The name ‘Birmingham‘ was picked to correspond with Birmingham England (the center of that country’s iron industry.) The new Alabama city boomed so quickly that it came to be known as the “Magic City.” It later became known as the “Pittsburgh of the South” after the Pennsylvania center of iron and steel production. Jan 8, 2008 
This tribute to local deity Vulcan looks over the city and protects the workers. Many, many moons ago, his arrow would shine at night: green if there were no casualties in the steel/iron mills & red if a person died working. This was discontinued after the number of red light nights began accumulating to a simple majority of the time. The citizens found it distressing. The light was removed. I cannot be sure, but assume this resolved the problem and decreased the number of deaths substantially. Ahem…..
Protest organizers knew they would meet with violence from the Birmingham Police Department and chose a confrontational approach to get the attention of the federal government.[22]
“My theory was that if we mounted a strong nonviolent movement, the opposition would surely do something to attract the media, and in turn induce national sympathy and attention to the everyday segregated circumstance of a person living in the Deep South.”[21]
Wyatt Tee Walker, one of the SCLC founders and the executive director from 1960 to 1964, planned the tactics of the direct action protests, specifically targeting Bull Connor’s tendency to react to demonstrations with violence:
He headed the planning of what he called Project C, which stood for “confrontation”. Organizers believed their phones were tapped, so to prevent their plans from being leaked and perhaps influencing the mayoral election, they used code words for demonstrations.[38]
The plan called for direct nonviolent action to attract media attention to “the biggest and baddest city of the South”.[39]
The final day the arrests totaled 1,200 jailed protesters in the 900 person-capacity Birmingham jail.
King wrote his essay “Letter from Birmingham Jail“. It responded to eight politically moderate white clergymen who accused King of agitating local residents and not giving the incoming mayor a chance to make any changes. Bass suggested that “Letter from Birmingham Jail” was pre-planned, as was every move King and his associates made in Birmingham. The essay was a culmination of many of King’s ideas, which he had touched on in earlier writings.[55] King’s arrest attracted national attention, including that of corporate officers of retail chains with stores in downtown Birmingham. After King’s arrest, the chains’ profits began to erode. National business owners pressed the Kennedy administration to intervene. King was released on April 20, 1963.
The facts of the dogs and hoses, bedlam, and barbarism is imprinted. But King’s language and lyricism during his lifetime would feel right at home alongside the best strings of words that world and classical literature has to offer.
“The right to protest for right.”
“When you are forever fighting a degrading and degenerating sense of nobodiness…”
“Grim and bold determination…grim and firm determination.”
“If we are wrong, justice is a lie.”
Many public domain documentaries can show you the footage immediately following the rally. Here is my summary of one of the most poignant documented parts of this entire Birmingham campaign.
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In an attempt to handle the anticipated volume of arrests of public demonstrations, Birmingham authorities brought in the big yellow school buses, proudly proclaiming Jefferson County School on the sides,
Dr. King Jr. fills the Birmingham jail with arrestees from demonstration activities enacted over the past few days. 2,500 people were arrested in total and held in the 900-capacity Birmingham jail. Genius. The arrestees were very nearly in number severe enough to overwhelm their captors physically, should they choose to. They did not, of course, but Bull O’Conner saw what could have happened.
The city at stalemate.
“Laying the issue before the conscience of local and national communities.”
While arrested, King very clearly defines that for which the movement campaigns. He calls them “requests”. Adept. The very reasonable nature of these requests and the disproportionate reaction by segregationists shocked the country. It turned out it was VERY different in Alabama.
With great fluidity the demonstration rapidly disperses from the church, issuing onto the public sphere. No yelling, no first pumping aggression. People stream out politely; there is no human spill over into the road way; there is no trodding over “other people’s grass.” It is orderly and almost like a formal dress code was needed to join the campaign. People looked sharp. Jackets and slacks with ties. Dresses, hose, small heel, nothing immodest. The Birmingham authorities wore collared, short-sleeved pseudo dress shirts. The police uniforms aired of casualness in uniform. They were in uniform. That’ll do her well ‘nough. My assumption is their time was spent mobilizing shields, gas, hoses, dogs, practice runs and meetings to review. That was their focus. Such a large number of people dressed decorously makes even the smallest wrinkle in uniform, the slightest slag of an unpressed pant, the casualness of the collared, short-sleeve work shirt, tie-less, top button undone, highly noticeable and suspect.
As a lone policy car siren wails upstream this human river current, it is able to drive easily along a defined and unobstructed roadway. The car might feel encroached upon, but not infringed on by the demonstration Mass; most of whom now smile, broadly and even wave a joyful hello to the cameras which are taking them to living rooms all over the country. Even the little kids know it is ok to be excited–after all the nation just saw.
There is no yelling or antagonizing from the procession of the rally Mass. There is music audible and sung in sincerity.
Then the camera pans back. The police encroach the scene. They are already certain physical violence will break out when the Mass gets to the streets.
This explains why they bring weapons, dogs, body armor and shields. They expect and planned for various eventualities in preparation. They are nervous. They are being filmed. They are scared to engage.
The first two or three police show up on foot “to see what’s going on here” and generally “just wanna make sure we aren’t gonna have no problems, here today.” The Mass gets antsy at their presence but does not provoke. Nods and waves of hello become bitten thumbs, emasculating mocks before a television audience.
The first handful of cops seem to struggle with identifying who exactly should and should not be arrested–appearing, at times, to choose indiscriminately. Then they brought out the dogs and simply let them choose. Now, a smooth river of people flowing turns into a stewing churn of confused particles.
You have heard the sound of what follows as more cops arrive: frenzied barking, panic of voices, whoosh of water bursts. in. spurts. Monsoon pouring onto concrete for 15 seconds. Ceasing. Beginning again.
You can fill in the blanks. That part of the story is very well-known.
The above is incorrect. Just my opinion, in light of the below.
Hot griddle cakes and flank shakes.
Just discovered this delight.
Homage. No rights.
Deep discussion.
National importance of any member of any nation.
Especially America, says a regular, nobody American.
We were already great, because we do and did our best. Even when we fail. There is nothing to make great again.
Smile, folks.
Think of your parent and or your kids.
Coquette: n.
1 a flirtatious woman
2 a crested Central & South Am. Hummingbird [Lophornis is one]
Coquetry n. ; coquettish adj. ; coquettishly adv. ; coquettishness n.
ORIGIN 17th century: from French (of course, right?) feminine of coquet ‘ wanton’, which is the diminutive of coq (in other words ‘cock’)
Flirtatious ORIGIN C16: originally used in the sense ‘give someone a sharp blow’; the earliest noun senses were ‘joke, gibe’ and ‘flighty girl’
Apparently symbolic in etymology, composed of the elements fl- and –irt (both suggesting sudden movement. Cross reference FLICK
Flick: make/cause to make a sudden quick movement ; propel with a quick movement of the fingers
Flick through ; a flick through ; the flicks ; give someone the flick (casually reject) ; flicky
ORIGIN: MIDDLE ENGLISH: symbolic (like flirt) of fl- frequently begins words denoting sudden movement
Wanton: immodest ; luxuriant ; promiscuous
ORIGIN MIDDLE ENGLISH wantowen ‘rebellious, lacking discipline’, from wan- ‘badly’ + Old English togen ‘trained’
AE am to myself as Harry Haller was to the wolf of the Steppes.
Ae am Casey; but I æ am also cagey.
What do you want to have come here, now?
Yes, Hermine that you long ago slew-
back when we all lived in the forest-
resurrected.
Oh, you sweet fool.
I’ve not been mad at you since.
On the contrary, I am more aroused than ever, as you like to say.
But, just as lovesome as before, though, sugarfoot.
I worry you’ll kill me all over again.
Ha!
You forgot to laugh, mouse.
That is it.
It is all of which you are guilty.
We were in a Mad Theater, darlin’.
Do you effing get it yet?
You were Pablo.
No, they will never get it. Us.
I forgot it was funny too.
We are lovers’ lovers
and not everyone can be The BeeGees.
I contend that we are new, wholly original.
Authentic; Integral.
What it is.
It is what it is.
That’s what it is.
Says JB.
So are we.
Do you see it? Why I dressed like you?
Fireworks this time, dear.
Not World War III.
The second one went on endlessly.
It hurt.
Bad.
Man has always loved the endless variantions in surfaces.
Woman is pure essence,
though she’s forgotten (and I marvel at it).
I marvel that man sees but only one surface-
one form-
when He looks upon Her;
for in truth, as T. Mann said,
there are multitudes.
Effing sweet idiots.
Sh/We have made ourselves more than pretty enough,
given our beauty.
Yes.
AE am callæbus equus;
but no,
I will not be ridden mercilessly anymore.
Are you then kind?
And, can you prove mettle?
I hone and forge and
carry wood
and could continue to do so endlessly.
This manual labor is effortlessly easy.
Keep on going; there it is.
You hear them, right?
You know you are not them, yes?
That’s the way we get by.
Darling, “that’s how the beads around our face make sure to fit back in place.”
It was you who first told me all this, silly.
So just keep singing, writing, reading, snipping, playing.
Do you and find yourself anew.
Meanwhile,
I’ll keep trying to prove that Alice Ladder said,
“Curiouser and capriciously.”
Not
“Curious and curiouser.”
(says I, KC, for the umpt.eenth time;
so forgetful am AE!)
Life is just a dream of a game, moth.
So merrily!
We can always go to sleep again.
We can sleep and dream like no others.
That’s why we return.
That’s why æ can smell You from miles away.
Run. It’s fine.
or
Fall asleep with me.
or
Stay awake with me.
Do you.
I keep my love with you anyway.
It’s Soul Power by James Brown.
Lovely repetition that mesmorizes,
that ends up sounding more complex than the sum of its parts.
Because it is.
It’s David Bowie’s
(or was he Ziggy then?)
Moonage Daydream.
“I’ll be a rock n’ rollin’ bitch for you,”
you sweet, silly pink monkeybird.
When I removed the bobby pins and
let my hair down;
I told you:
I washed it. It smells like a garden. I did this to please you, because it pleased me.
Then you said:
Oh shit, give me what I want. But, my dear, don’t give it to me yet, please.
I errupt:
laughter ; tears ; pert pebbles ; puffing ; full deluge
Wolf grin.
Effing, eh, sugarfoot!
It’s been forever since you last said that.
In fact, it’s the oldest memory AE have.
You were in a garden with some kind but dull friend.
You opened a book.
It wasn’t a special book,
except that it was the only book you had around to pick up.
No, you didn’t have a pen.
You opened and read something and I couldn’t hear you.
So I said:
Tolle lege.
That is the first time we ended the world.
Well-that I can still remember, I suppose.
It is still
Still Life with Woodpecker.
Thank you Costica Bradatan and John Gray.
Interesting piece very relevant to the cultural elephant in the room (at least in America). This elephant also relates to the popular perception that a scientific and a religous belief perspective are mutually exclusive.
Lots to unpack but highlights include:
“[Grey] uses paradox not just for rhetorical effect but to a philosophical end.”
<thank you. rhetoric abounds already.>
Voltaire and Nietzeche, as perceived atheists, are rexamined.
“no such thing as secularism”
The idea that religion is born from a fundamental need to make meaning.
The author suggests religion is irreplacable in our meaning making process.
I propose extending this more broadly: culture is irreplacable and religion is a social structure of culture. This is consistent with the authors’ arguements.
While categorization is reductionist at times, the breakdown of ‘types’ of atheists is appropriate and beneficial to the big picture “layman” discussion.
“Atheist” and “scientist” have become confused as synonomous. “Atheist” is largely a stigma in many local American communities. If you believe this is irrelevant to the endeavor of science, please consider public school textbooks and science. Evolution is less frequently taught (in the South, at least), then cited as theory and then discredited.
Why? Because text book order demand stems from state boards of education.
Please check The Revisionaries, a documentary demonstratig this process.
Because American industrial development generally resembled Europe’s, Hartz cast his exceptionalism thesis in strongly political and cultural terms.
What has differentiated politics in the U.S. are limits that have been imposed on economically induced political change by the agreement on liberal beliefs and practices.
Standard Critiques of Liberal Consensus Theory
The most common critique argues that the thesis seriously understated the extent and variability of class conflict and governmental interventions in the economy,
Hartz and Tocqueville did, after all, take for granted that widespread economic wealth was involved in sustaining the liberal character of American political thought.
Social pluralism and seperation of residence and workplace can be attributed at least in part to the openess and fluidity of a liberal society.
Implicit Metatheory of the Consensus Thesis
The consensus thesis is mainly concerned with the years near after the original settlement of America and there are three reasons why the thesis cannot be a causal explanation over the more extensive period.
1. The decisive causal factors took place in Europe and the thesis has little to say about these events or the causes that brought them about.
2. The thesis emphasizes continuity; it does not seek to explain political development nor is it concerned with the way one set of changes produced another set of changes.
3. Causal explanations must clearly distinguish between dependent and independent variables. The thesis attributes America’s persisting liberal culture to the liberal beliefs and practices of the original settlers. Beliefs and practices make up a culture, and the original liberalism of a culture cannot be a cause of its liberalism later on.
homage
no rights
lovely simplish piano forward
a bit of strings (that start sawing <bluegrass term> a bit at the end),
kiddish a bit (and then some)
have you seen her dressed in blue?
have you seen her all in gold?
–like a sunset goin’ down
An abstraction is made when something not capable of existing in isolation is thought of as in an isolated state. Consciousness is an abstraction. The concrete can be only the synthetic totality of which consciousness, like the phenomenon, constitutes only moments. Effecting a phenomenological reduction will not succeed in restoring the concrete (of consciousness) by the summation or organization of the elements which we abstracted from it. The relation of the regions of being is an original emergence and is a part of the very structure of these beings. “Is there any conduct which can reveal to me the relation of man with the world?”
We have established a parallelism between the types of conduct man adopts in the face of Being & Non-Being. We’re tempted to consider Being & Non-Being as two complimentary components of the real -like dark and light. Two contemporary notions which would somehow be united in the production of existents and which it would be useless to consider in isolation. Pure Being & pure Non-Being would be two abstractions which could be reunited only on the basis of concrete realities~There is nothing in heaven or on Earth which does not contain in itself Being & Non-Being,
Things in general “are”, but their being consists in manifesting their essence. Being passes into essence. One can express this by saying, ‘Being presupposes essence.’
Being is prior to nothingness and establishes the ground for it. Being has a logical precedence over nothingness and it is from Being that Nothingness derives its efficacy. Nothingness haunts Being. Nothingness can have only a borrowed existence. Non-Being exists only on the surface of Being.
*this is just Sartre’s opinion, yo. Dissent? Thoughts?
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