Showing posts with label philosophy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label philosophy. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 04, 2023

Beers & Books CCLXIV – Jürgen Habermas

"It is not a political decision,
but a constitutional imperative
to maintain a media structure
that enables the inclusive character of the public sphere
and a deliberative character of the formation of public opinion and will." *

Jürgen Habermas * 18 June 1929

* From "Ein neuer Strukturwandel der Öffentlichkeit und die deliberative Politik", erste Auflage 2022, Suhrkamp / "A New Structural Change in the Public Sphere and Deliberative Politics", first edition 2022, Suhrkamp

Wednesday, June 22, 2022

Razor-sharp insight

It is hard for me to listen to a perpetually nose-grabbing fast talker, but easy to recommend reading this article by Slavoj Žižek in the Guardian: Pacifism is the wrong response to the war in Ukraine.

Sunday, August 01, 2021

Beers & Books CXII – Oskar Negt

This Work, published in 2001 by Steidl,
seems not been translated into English, yet.
Its title would perhaps read:
Work and Human Dignity

 
Oskar Negt * 1 August 1934

Sunday, May 09, 2021

Beers & Books LXXVI – José Ortega y Gasset

The Revolt of the Masses
*

"Better beware of
notions like genius and inspiration;
they are a sort of magic wand
and should be used sparingly by anybody
who wants to see things clearly."

José Ortega y Gasset (9 May 1883 – 18 October 1955)

Thursday, April 22, 2021

Beers & Books LXXIII– María Zambrano

“La palabra es libertad.”

The Intellectuals
in Spain's Drama

(written 1936/37)

 María Zambrano 22 April 1904 – 6 February 1991)

Wednesday, March 17, 2021

Death is nothing at all

I have only slipped away into the next room.
I am I, and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am just waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner.
All is well.


Tod bedeutet gar nichts.

Ich bin nur nach nebenan verschwunden.
Ich bin ich und du bist du.
Was immer wir füreinander waren, das sind wir noch.
Nenne mich bei dem alten vertrauten Namen.
Sprich von mir, wie du es immer getan hast.
Ändere nicht deinen Tonfall.
Zwinge dich nicht zu aufgesetzter Feierlichkeit oder Traurigkeit.
Lache weiterhin über die kleinen Scherze, an denen wir gemeinsam Spaß hatten.
Spiele, lächle, denke an mich, bete für mich.
Lass meinen Namen weiterhin so geläufig sein, wie er immer war.
Sprich ihn unbekümmert aus, ohne die Spur eines Schattens.
Das Leben bedeutet all das, was es bisher bedeutete.
Es ist genauso wie immer.
Es geht uneingeschränkt und ununterbrochen weiter.
Ist der Tod nicht nur ein unbedeutender Zwischenfall?
Warum sollte ich vergessen sein, nur weil du mich nicht mehr siehst?

Ich warte einstweilen auf dich, ganz in der Nähe, nur um die Ecke.
Alles ist gut. 

Henry Scott Holland (27 January 1847 – 17 March 1918)



Thursday, August 27, 2020

A mouse, some wasps, Zhuangzi and me

There was a mouse.
What a cat left over
do banquet some wasps.
Somehow my future.
Who will eat me?*

* Which reminds me of "The Death of Zhuangzi".

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Happy Birthday, Henry

 One of the reasons
to love my daughter's bookshop:
Blackboard's daily news.


Henry David Thoreau (July 12, 1817 – May 6, 1862)

Friday, September 13, 2013

"What an overrated idiot!"

. . . murmured Tetrapilotomos on reading the following

For life and death are one,
even as the river and the sea are one.
"Life is life, and death is death."
And on he went with proof-reading his 1669 pages short opus magnum "Pre-Assyrian Philately in a Nutshell".

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Leaving

I am told peace-loving people somewhere far away
are competing in rocket science.
Surely there will soon be peace.

And when the stones are swimming,
the leaves will sink.

The peace of the night.







Saturday, October 06, 2012

For your imagination

After two and a half years ... there could be told some more episodes about the lady and her life whisperer. Alone, these are no days for writing.
These are days for preparing favourite meals; days and nights for trying to anticipate the very next wish [ the German idiom – 'to read all wishes from her eyes – sounds much nicer, would you agree?]; days and nights to speak about past 88 years, about present, death, dreams and future; days and nights to clean and caress, to hurry and hush; days and nights to enjoy a whispered thank you, an "oh, that was delicious"; days and nights for love and laughter,  for sparkling eyes and smiling silence ... dum spiro spero.

The peace of the night.

Monday, October 01, 2012

Monochrome Monday

Red
kite
without strings
[perhaps (?)]
not knowing
what freedom is.





Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Beauty ...

... is in the eye of the beholder.

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Impressionism ...

... not necessarily is impressive.

Sunday, July 08, 2012

Prose

This bee – not only at 10:27 – does not necessarily know
that overproduction of food

does not necessarily feed the hungry.
Why?
  
The answer, my friends, is blowing ...
... in the wind.
Life is life.
A rose ...
is not a rose is ...
... not a rose ...
... is not a rose ...
... is not a rose ...
... is not a rose ...
... is not a rose ...
... is not a rose.
Got it?


Sunday, March 04, 2012

Suntimes

Cul-de-sac.
Point of return.
I hesitated.