id-entity (1795 posts)March 18, 2017 at 3:16 pm
Trump and German Idealism
How will Trump complete the system when Kant could not?Silver Witch, VoiceOfReason, Herman4747 like this
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HassleCat (354 posts) (Reply to original post) March 18, 2017 at 3:45 pm
id-entity (1795 posts) (Reply to HassleCat - post #1) March 18, 2017 at 4:46 pm
2. Way over
his IQue is way way more than a even a surreal number, all the way to the distance without measure. That’s why Trump can complete German Idealism by grabbing Kant inda Locke room. Or Herr Synthetic A-priori, can’t tell from my Q-less aporia.
id-entity (1795 posts) (Reply to HassleCat - post #1) March 19, 2017 at 8:11 pm
Just learned that, according to Kant math is synthetic a-priori. Thoughts we bring into world. Project on the Cave walls.
In ‘Plato’s Drug-Store’, treatise about farmakon of writing, both poison and medicine, Derrida exposes beautufylly that Logos, the cave wall on which we write our synthetic a-priori, is living organism. Gadamer’s hermeneutics, fusion of horizons, which are not concept nodes but all our relations, reminds us of impotance of positive prejudice, the art of benevolent interpretation, the necessity of translating better than the original, even and especially when we are projecting our Jungian Shadows.
Badiou profecises number theoretical Event, rupture of living logos to liberate our lives from tyranny of quantification, which we most closely feel and perceive as tyranny of money, event that makes number a fried, not a tyrant, friend to joke with and have a laugh together, e.g. when a finitist professor of math gives a lecture about big number theory, numbers too big to fit theorized “known” universe, computer tilts in middle of the slide show and shows error message “NUMBER OUT OF RANGE”, and audience brakes in laughter. In other news, Google AI translator develops something akin to “internal language”. Badiou shitposts and trolls Wittgenstein, inviting attention to Badiou’s prophecy that the Event does not fit even in the ZFC ontology of Matrix of modern physics, being by necessity something else, something more. Whether true or not, Badiou’s accusation is most serious: Wittgenstein’s antiphilosophy denies not only the joke of ZFC ontology but the Truth of Poetry.
Finnish translation of Derrida’s synthetic a-priori ends with allusion to Seferis’ Poem:
– But maybe they are remains, sleep, fragments of dream, echoes of night… that other theatre, those knocks from outside…
Thrush has haunting allusion to the myth of Pygmalion:
— ‘Listen. There’s this too. In the moonlight
the statues sometimes bend like reeds
in the midst of ripe fruit — the statues;
and the flame becomes a cool oleander,
the flame that burns one, I mean.’
— ‘It’s just the light. . . shadows of the night.’
— ‘Maybe the night that split open, a blue pomegranate,
a dark breast, and filled you with stars,
And yet the statues
bend sometimes, dividing desire in two,
like a peach; and the flame
becomes a kiss on the limbs, then a sob,
then a cool leaf carried off by the wind;
they bend; they become light with a human weight.
You don’t forget it.’
— ‘The statues are in the museum.’
— ‘No, they pursue you, why can’t you see it?
I mean with their broken limbs,
with their shape from another time, a shape you don’t recognize
It’s as though
in the last days of your youth you loved
a woman who was still beautiful, and you were always afraid,
as you held her naked at noon,
of the memory aroused by your embrace;
were afraid the kiss might betray you
to other beds now of the past
which nevertheless could haunt you
so easily, so easily, and bring to life
images in the mirror, bodies once alive:
It’s as though
returning home from some foreign country you happen to open
an old trunk that’s been locked up a long time
and find the tatters of clothes you used to wear
on happy occasions, at festivals with many-coloured lights,
mirrored, now becoming dim,
and all that remains is the perfume of the absence
of a young form.
Really, those statues are not
the fragments. You yourself are the relic;
they haunt you with a strange virginity
at home, at the office, at receptions for the celebrated,
in the unconfessed terror of sleep;
they speak of things you wish didn’t exist
or would happen years after your death,
and that’s difficult because. . .’
— ‘The statues are in the museum.
— ‘. . . because the statues are no longer
fragments. We are. The statues bend lightly. . . Good night.’
FanBoy (6339 posts) (Reply to original post) March 21, 2017 at 2:18 am
4. i think the funnier thing is how those media folks bought the trolling
I’d like to know who the trolls represent however