Tuesday, March 05, 2024

The academic takes a pecuniary interest in peculiar ideas, makes a university of the universal, a corporation of the corpus.

Saturday, March 02, 2024

You must believe in the colour of spring. I.e., "happiness is easy" and "suicide is painless".

Sunday, February 25, 2024

Don't let your balls write checks your brain can't cash.

Sunday, February 11, 2024

It is the task of political journalists to help politicians pretend that they have power. Likewise, it is the taks science journalists to help scientists...

Tuesday, February 06, 2024

Those who have a purpose in life
may fail to see it in anyone else.

Those who have lost their purpose
can find one in everything they do.

Monday, January 29, 2024

If it is love we lack
we can make it.

If it is wisdom
we're fucked.

Wednesday, January 24, 2024

Language, Justice, and Music

"Must [the metaphysician] not begin," asks Ayer, "as other men do, with the evidence of his senses? And if so, what valid process of reasoning can possibly lead him to the conception of a transcendental reality?"

Must he?

Could one not begin with the facility* of our motions, even the perfection* of our motives? And if so, could we not be driven through brilliant moments of passion to an enthusiasm for an immanent ideality?

To be sure, that may not quite amount to a "metaphysics". But why always begin where philosophers would have us, here. Why always Dasein, not duende. Why not listen to the muses? Surely, they are not all sirens. And surely our senses, too, sometimes deceive.

Whereof we cannot sing, thereof we must dance.

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*The root of evidence is to "see fully", obvious, the root of perfection, to be completely done, finished. Facility is a "lightness" or "genteleness" in action, "ease", "fluency".

Tuesday, January 23, 2024

What is truly known can be stated clearly.

Who is justly mastered can be commanded intensely.

What cannot be known of others must be mastered in yourself.

By what you cannot master in yourself,

you will be known to others.

Thursday, January 18, 2024

In the world, many distasteful things are known to occur.

Throughout history, many delicate souls have been mastered.

Saturday, January 06, 2024

"Philosophy is disclosure of being, and being's essence is truth and philosophy. Being's essence is the temporalization of time, the diastasis of the identical and its recapture or reminiscence, the unity of apperception." (Levinas, Otherwise Than Being, II.2., p. 29)

Poetry wills the unleashing of becoming, and becoming's emergence wills justice and poetry. Becoming's emergence wills the spacialization of space, the confluence of difference and its forgiveness or forgetting, the multiplicity of agitation.

Friday, December 22, 2023

Everything in the world resists ending up in a book.
Writing is the texture of their resistance.

Saturday, December 02, 2023

Whenever I have an idea
reality puts me in my place.

Wherever it gets real,
ideally, I'll have a moment.

She believed in balance.

Whenever I found a way to make her life better,
she started looking for ways to destroy mine.

Wednesday, November 29, 2023

Where are beings?
In becoming.
When do they come?
Eventually.

What is being?
It is what it is.
Who is coming?
You know who.

Tuesday, November 21, 2023

Wednesday, November 08, 2023

Philosophy is about what must be true if anything is.

There's nothing like that to poetic justice.

Friday, October 27, 2023

Act, Fact, Artifact

People act; they do things. Facts are things done.

People get together to act. Things brought together are facts.

Things are just lying around. Facts accomplish them.

People make artifacts out of the things they find.

Monday, October 23, 2023

Monday, October 16, 2023

All facts are themselves. “Each item can be the case or not the case, while everything else remains the same.”

All acts are collective. A deed may be done by one of us, but is condoned or denounced by everyone else.

Saturday, October 07, 2023

"The pain is part of it," she said
and I laughed, because it is
a funny thing to say.
But now I know what she meant.
The sadness in her voice
is a memory, and my tears—
I tell you, the pain is part of it.