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Two years ago I went to Paris to study philosophy and I was so enthusiastic - now I'm struggling to finish writing my master's thesis because I bore myself I death. There's nothing I want to discuss here - it's just a tiny note explaining why I don't post much anymore... Maybe one day this enthusiasm for philosophy will come back. Anyways, good luck with your studies guys ;)
When you feel perpetually unmotivated, you start questioning your existence in an unhealthy way; everything becomes a pseudo intellectual question you have no interest in responding whatsoever. This whole process becomes your very skin and it does not merely affect you; it actually defines you. So, you see yourself as a shadowy figure unworthy of developing interest, unworthy of wondering about the world - profoundly unworthy in every sense and deeply absent in your very presence.
Ingmar Bergman (via heavydrug)
Me, writing my master memoir...
Patchwork of Calvin & Hobbes to commemorate Charlie's Hebdo tragic event
Perhaps it is time that philosophers revisit the responsibility that philosophy has toward others and the larger facets of society, moving out of their reflective isolationism and pressing philosophical thought in the service toward a better world, a better sense of community that affirms difference, plurality, and variegated standpoints. Indeed, perhaps philosophy has a responsibility toward creating aesthetically rich selves (...). Wittgenstein, or so it would seem, has an "art of living" conception of philosophy in mind wherein he grapples with his own work: "My lectures are going well, they will never go better. But what effect do they leave behind? Am I helping anyone? Certainly no more than if I were a great actor playing out tragic roles for them. What they learn is not worth learning; and the personal impression I make does not serve them with anything." (...) What is philosophy if it only provides students with more theory and more clever ways of appearing smart ? What is philosophy if it is only discussed in scholarly journals read by only a few other philosopher-specialists? What is the love of wisdom if it does not help us lead happier, more productive lives? (...) What is critical philosophical thought divorced from leading an exemplary life? What is philosophy if it is unable to face its own hypocrisy and irrelevance ?
The Philosophical I, Introduction: Philosophy and the situated narrative self, George Yancy
Pourquoi je te parle du suicide ? Tu sais à quel point je déteste le suicide, pour le mal qu'il fait aux autres. Ou alors il faut cacher la chose, par générosité. Pourquoi je te le dis à toi ? Parce que tu aimes le malheur. C'est un cadeau que je te fais. Bon appétit.
Albert Camus (dans les annexes du Premier Homme)
Mirabeau, lying on his deathbed, asked his valet to masturbate him one last time (...) The point is not to die having a hard-on but to have a hard-on despite death, against death.
Pierre Zaoui, La traversée des catastrophes (my translation) -- Would Hegel's master-slave dialectic have been changed, had he known that anecdote ? (btw, is Fifty Shades of Grey a Sadeian interpretation of Hegel's phrase "when philosophy paints its grey on grey..."??) #allworkandnoplay
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C’est un bonheur que nous n’ayons pas deux mains droites. (...) Ce qu’il y a de « gauche » dans la main gauche est assurément nécessaire à une civilisation supérieure ; elle nous relie au passé vénérable de l’homme, alors qu’il n’était pas trop habile, encore loin de pouvoir faire, selon le dicton populaire, « tout ce qu’il veut de ses dix doigts ». S’il en était autrement, nous serions submergés par un affreux excès de virtuosité.
Éloge de la main, par Henri Focillon, 1934 (ça sonne un peu comme l'île des Gauchers d'A.Jardin)
El sueño de la razon produce bad metaphysics - if "sueño" means "dream" then "razon" should be translated by "vernunft" (because by definition the verstand does not produce any irrational dream: "vernunft's dream can be described as weird pseudo-metaphysical assumptions") - if "sueño" means "sleep" then "razon" should be translated by "verstand" (because it's by a lack of verstand that vernunft can go wild: "verstand's sleep causes versnunft's dreams") NB: how does one say a "dreamless sleep" in spanish, if sueno means both? AAAAND that's about all for my linguistic considerations.
Forgive me father...
Sickness and stress m^ke Lucy a sleepless girl (it's a sequel of my previous post)
she died from administrative problems...
I don’t know if this is “realistic” or “unrealistic,” but for me, my characters are more real than real people. In those six or seven months that I’m writing, those people are inside me. It’s a kind of cosmos. (...) Please think about it this way: I have a twin brother. And when I was two years old, one of us—the other one—was kidnapped. He was brought to a faraway place and we haven’t seen each other since. I think my protagonist is him. A part of myself, but not me, and we haven’t seen each other for a long time. It’s a kind of alternative form of myself. In terms of DNA, we are the same, but our environment has been different. So our way of thinking would be different. Every time I write a book I put my feet in different shoes. Because sometimes I am tired of being myself. This way I can escape. It’s a fantasy.
Haruki Murakami
Imagine all the people taking john-lennonish pictures of their nosebleed stains...Ooh ooh oohooh... You may say I'm a weirdo - but I'm not the only one ! (DIY: try sneezing while nose-bleding)
Skepticism with respect to others is not a discovery but a compulsion, a nihilistic despair of the pain of acknowledging separateness.
Stanley Cavell, Cities of Words- §Gaslight, p112
The Spinoza Problem, by Irvin Yalom : read. And...well, it left me quite indifferent. I already wanted to read Spinoza so it is merely an appetizer. It's really quick to read, but a bit - I can't say boring, because I would probably have enjoyed its dialogues a lot when I was younger - but predictable. (Anyway, I can criticize, but I still think it must be interesting to write such a story with a philosopher you particularly enjoy) Has anyone read it, or another book by Yalom ? Any reading advice here ? or impression to share?
the worker in the field of philosophy, especially pure philosophy (logic and metaphysics), must hold his object hanging in midair before him, and must always describe and examine it, not merely part by part, but within the totality of a system as well (the system of pure reason). Hence it is not surprising if metaphysicians are incapacitated sooner than scholars in other fields or in applied philosophy. (...) Post Scriptum (...): (I lost the sight in my left eye some five years ago) (...) It is also curious that one can lose the sight in one eye without noticing it (I estimate the period, with regard to my left eye, at about three years).
Kant, The Conflict of the Faculties (end) - weirdly using this classic metaphor to describe his work of metaphysician (check out the etymology of "theory" - that's it) while telling the reader he is left unable to see properly -- It's either a bad coincidence, either a way to professionally put one foot in the grave...
