Saturday, February 28, 2015
The word "and" trails along after every sentence. Something always escapes.
i speak without reservation from what i know and who i am. i do so with the understanding that all people should have the right to offer their voice to the chorus whether the result is harmony or dissonance, the worldsong is a colorless dirge without the differences that distinguish us, and it is that difference which should be celebrated not condemned.
Posted by Jack Saturday at 10:35 AM
Saturday, February 21, 2015
I Hear Voices
It is a feature of twenty first century modernity that the tenets around which society is built and organized exist unchallenged. When there is only one cultural perspective and no alternative story, where is the judgment about the worth of the existing regime meant to come from? The left-right political dichotomy serves liberalism by not challenging it. Democracy sustains the status quo by offering the illusion of choice with no choice. Genuine opposition can only emerge if there is an alternative story with which to counter the current mythos. And how that mythos is maintained! By the great world enterprise, with its digital mountain of media propaganda, Hollywood-fashioned histories, global corporate HR masquerading as an education system and pseudo-religious convictions riddled with liberal ethics. Against this multi-billion dollar programme of maintenance, a few mere words could hardly be said to endanger the global regime. Yet John Dunn contends that the weakness of liberalism lies in the shallowness of its roots. The belief in its apparent virtues can only be sustained by lies, and even these cannot disguise liberalism's materialistic origins and sustaining raison d'être. Those who live under its all-seeing eye are left either consciously bereft of meaning or deluded into laughing despair. The world state cannot be opposed from outside. There is no longer any outside. Yet the opposition that must come from within is fragmented. Redemption will not be possible until today's heresies coalesce into a new mythos. Enough of scholarship therefore, original work is needed to expose the essential wheel in the working of things, the eternal struggle between good and evil. Only then will moral choice be clear and a meaningful political dichotomy emerge, with sufficient distance to make liberalism the other.
Traditionalism: the Only Radicalism, by John Dunn
Posted by Jack Saturday at 9:12 AM
Saturday, February 14, 2015
Saturday, February 7, 2015
Folks, This Ain't Normal
It should be noted that the seeds of wisdom that are to bear fruit in the intellect are sown less by critical studies and learned monographs than by insights, broad impressions, and flashes of intuition.
Carl von Clausewitz
Without an element of the obscene there can be no true and deep aesthetic or moral conception of life... It is only the great men [sic] who are truly obscene. If they had not dared to be obscene they could never have dared to be great.
Posted by Jack Saturday at 9:06 AM
Saturday, January 31, 2015
Sideways To The News
Every construction we make of the world is, or should be, hypothetical. It is a story we tell ourselves. Being hypothetical, it is also at best falsifiable. We believe we understand someone; we find we've been wrong when we hurt them or they hurt us. We think we know how we are perceived and valued, and learn that those around us have quite another view of us, far better or far worse. I might suggest that we are sane in the degree that out our internal narrative retains the character of hypothesis, permitting editing, necessary adjustment, the assimilation of new understanding. Fictional narratives consistently employ surprise, reversal, irony, hidden identity. The wandering Ulysses is continually confronted with prodigies that alter the effective terms of survival. Only his shrewdness, his ability to respond to urgencies that constantly change, allows him to return alive to Ithaca. Disrupted hypothesis is structured into fiction of all kinds, from Don Quixote to "Casey at the Bat."
By Marilynne Robinson
From Tin House
Pushcart Prize XXXVII
Best Of The Small Presses
Roy Rogers's horse might not like some parts of this podcast.
Also, this podcast occasionally lapses into blasphemy
Posted by Jack Saturday at 8:41 AM