Ok, I wasn’t planning on writing cause nothing is really coming together for me intellectually and most of my social life can be found at nemember_when. This will change after I’ve had some real class. I was thinking ahead about what might be a quote from Plato Symposium in Juliet’s speech in R&J. I have three two weeks to track down any connection and should be doing more general research into Plato and poetry. I also need to read 80 pgs of Hegel and Art and my read some stuff he wrote that wasn’t actually assigned in my other class I am caught up for couple of weeks and won’t be starting term paper work until latter.
Up until I haven’t paid any attention to the news . . . some I knew before I started Sunday’s Times, and I think I will keep caught up by reading the previous Sunday’s addition on Fridays. Intellectually, this is something that I am conflicted about.
On one hand Watts/ gcurious has a point that
“No good philosopher lies awake nights worrying about the destiny of man and the nature of God and all that sort of thing, because a philosopher today is a practical fellow who comes to the university with a briefcase at nine and he leaves at five.”
Is a valid criticism of philosophy in America and part of the reason I started with a paraphrase of Alan Watts (actually I am informed that he was quoting William Earl who I haven’t read).
On the other hand, I feel philosophy has always been in the wrong when it tries to prescribe moral axiom and psychological or spiritual cures. But there seems to be an obligation to seek whatever wisdom can be had in the face of human horror, and not to turn away or let others do so. I have been very bad about it.
At the end WWI in 1918 the worse strain of influenza probably killed more people then civilian and combatants in the entire war. I don’t know many people who heard of it. There is something extremely terrible about the way stories work in face of horror (the power of narration is something that gcurious is working on and I hope to start in). 30 million people JUST DIEING no different then thousands of mostly elderly and young people that die every year, just the flue, doesn’t sound right. It does sound better then a city just not being there any more. I remember hearing that a plain was crashing into the twin towers, and I remember how it didn’t sound right. But there is a story whether it’s a mastermind making plots, a thug paying families of suicide bomber, bombing in Viet Nam’s water, bombing in pearl harbor, assassination of a Duke, the sinking of the Maine or the kidnapping of someone’s wife. The stories make it hearable, they make it repeatable, and maybe they make it easy. In the last few years we have become so comfortable with fear that we forgot the horror. Not just the horror of being bombed (the punch line of the story) but the horror of contaminated water. It is a reality not only of the Tsunami and Katrina but it is also what is literally meant when some pundent, general, or cabinet member suggest bombing a country into the stone-age.
But I actually have 9-5 work to do. Hopefully, it will tie back in at some point.
Current Mood: |
disappointed |