The requirement of this thought is double and contradictory. It does not consist in analyzing the world to extract from it an improbable truth. It does not adapt itself dialectically to the facts and abstract from them some logical construction. It is much more subtle than that, and more perverse as well. This thought…
In contrast to the discourse of reality and rationality, which bets on the fact that there is something (some meaning) rather than nothing, and which, in the last analysis, wants to be built on the preservative notion of an objective and decipherable world, radical thought bets on the illusion of the world. This thought…
Our discussion topic last night was a question with three words: “What is life?“ Thoughts have come to mind about this intriguing question that I wish to express. In the course of wrestling with the topic last night one of our members referenced the famous lines of Shakespeare from Macbeth, Act V, Scene V,…
Tuesday, and I plan to have lunch with a friend. Later in the day, I hope to meet another friend for coffee at Starbucks. Can I imagine a more agreeable day? It gets better. In the evening, I will join a group of old friends via Zoom to discuss the topic, “What Is Life?” …
Five minutes of bliss. A friend suggested including Lou Reed’s Sweet Jane for one of my posts. Here it is. So what is the message? I think there are many messages. What does the melody, the back-beat signifying the pulse of the universe, and the lyrics, showing the ebb and flow of life “as…
Wait, hasn’t that title already been taken? Who could forget that Jean Paul Sartre wrote the existentialist play Huis clos in 1944? I understand the technical meaning of the term is that of a conversation behind closed doors, a private conversation. Are there not things that one does not say out loud in public,…
Today is Tuesday. Retired, reminding myself that today is Tuesday. Without the rhythm of a workplace one can become disoriented as to one’s placement in time. Let’s face it, life is often disorienting. Circumstances can change in a “New York minute.” I like that phrase. It captures the visible and palpable flux of street…
I know that it is unlikely that you speak/read Japanese. I once spoke a little, and what remains are pieces of a once useful skill, breaking the surface of my consciousness, evoked by context. “Shizuka” pronounced the way it appears, means quiet-silence. I once saw a solitary male folk singer in a below street…
It is early. There is no sunrise yet. Wondering what to write. Yesterday I began reading an essay by Jean Baurdrillard. The essay is entitled Radical Thought. Here is a short paragraph: The belief in truth is part of the elementary forms of religious life. It is a weakness of understanding, of common-sense. At…
I am mesmerized by this song. I have listened many time to the Eurythmics Ultimate Collection CD. Love is a Stranger “knocks me out” every time that I hear Annie Lennox deliver the lyric with such a cold clear voice, like a rifle shot of a sniper, – “one shot, one kill.” I am…
