Ok I guess if you want to get really absolutely technical about it, I guess Martin Luther's 95 Theses were a zine. I guess. I suppose.
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Ok I guess if you want to get really absolutely technical about it, I guess Martin Luther's 95 Theses were a zine. I guess. I suppose.
So I’ve rewritten the conclusion to a paper and I’m pleased to announce I will be publishing this gay shit TM in an academic journal
PS the passage is quoted in Mommsen, I don’t recommend her reading but that bit was *chef’s kiss*
So I checked and yes, the original is “er ist groß und herrlich,“ guy was using present tense for Schiller till the end of his life??? Can German speakers confirm this is not normal???
So I’ve rewritten the conclusion to a paper and I’m pleased to announce I will be publishing this gay shit TM in an academic journal
PS the passage is quoted in Mommsen, I don’t recommend her reading but that bit was *chef’s kiss*
deutsche misere this uneven development that, welcome to the academia where you have none of the benefits of capitalism but shares all of its sufferings
You are embodied. I, on the other hand, am entombed, engraved, and embellished.
You don’t get Frühromantik until you see this is a bunch of self-funded MA students who didn’t care and didn’t know the vicissitudes of the job market and still thought self-publishing is the same as being published in the top journal in the field
“still on June 8, 1797, [Friedrich Schlegel] wishes: "Oh, if we [FS & Novalis] could only fichtesize, so sincerely, so warmly, so comfortably, as happened sometimes during this winter"
okay but couple tattoo idea this Hölderlin line
Some of you would like to abolish time, some of you would like to become God, some of you would like to overthrow capitalism. Relatively, my demand is so inconsequential: I just want two dead men to fuck.
There’s doing German philosophy because French philosophy is too insane, and then there’s doing German philosophy because French philosophy is not insane enough.
Civilization must develop to the point where it is possible to tell the difference between jstor and ao3. This task is nothing short of redrawing the line between the profane and the sacred.
There are depressive and manic episodes, or as I’d like to call them: stable and functional
Caught myself thinking “I’d like to live in a world where happiness is possible.” The formulation. Immanuel Kant sir please get the fuck out of my brain you’re murdering my will to live.
Saw Lukács’ letters in 1919 to the Weber, Buber, Ernst, etc. had his address as Gyopár 2, which is his father’s fancy house in the suburbs, the one Thomas Mann visited. So either he really lived there in 1919, i.e. while he was commissar for education of the Hungarian Republic, and he commutes from his dad’s haute bourgeois house in the suburbs to the commissariat/city centre everyday in the soviet government issued black car (which was stopped one day by the crowd and they asked him why did he get to use the fancy car? And he pulled out his calendar and read it to them and asked if they could manage that much without a car? And they let him go), or he just signed his letters to powerful German academics with his dad’s haute bourgeois address and probably stays in the commissariat/whatever hotel that’s been occupied by the soviet and then goes to his father’s haute bourgeois house every so often to pick up foreign mail…probably still in that fancy black car issued by soviet government… either scenario is incredibly funny.
…behold, the commissar for education of the revolutionary Hungarian soviet republic, Georg von Lukács…
answers to “what do you study” and what your answer actually means, German Idealism edition:
Hegel: you actually don’t work on Hegel, you’re not okay and you don’t want to talk about it and it’s valid
Hegel’s xxxx: you do work on Hegel and you’re a well-adjusted human being, well done.
Schelling: you’re horny.
Fichte: you’re problematic and you’re proud of it.
Kant: you’re either repressed but deranged or you’ve fully embraced your derangement.
Romantics as pop stars because romanticism is proto-culture-industry
Chopin=Taylor Swift
Wagner=Lana del Rey
Berlioz=Lorde
Liszt=Selena Gomez
Schumann=Ariana Grande
Thus far 1) both Hegel and Fichte have a son named Immanuel (yes, after Kant) and 2) Hegel requested to be buried next to Fichte. I’m not saying I ship it, but this ship literally screams every love affair needs a third, just like every life needs a Big Other.