Rene, reply below:
It's a very interesting subject, the utter shite one must wade through. Perhaps a more noble inquiry than any other at the time. But there is also a sweetness in the sublime lack of revolution.
I often question the integrity of my teachers that seem more firmly sessile (or just glued to institutions). In no time the body's decayed, alcohol and fastfood are friends, there's an ugly shelf full of mediocre philosophy books collecting worms in the office.
What my question is how I've managed to stay so cattle-like for the short time I've bene in the academic-trap. *Or rather* how someone, e.g. Pylkkö, was so foolish (able to maintain cool?) so that he perhaps didn't realize it until he was quite old. I have, however, no worries, because the economy is so poor for humanities where I live that I doubt I'll have a choice of researching there or not.
I think the huge cut back on the humanities department in Hamburg might do some good for...Europe.
James
P.S. Is "what calls for thinking" also "what is called thinking?" ["Was heisst Denken?"]
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The Pylkkö book is interesting however in other respects too. E.g. if one
is into aconceptuality, etc or wanting to get past the stalemates within
conscioussness research, etc, etc. The reason I know of this somewhat
unknown, radical book is that the author was a sort of mentor for the
department head of the program I'm studying. Pylkkö himself is kind of a
mythical figure amongst some of the students and faculty here. He was
allegedly a love-or-hate person, quite eccentric, and then disappeared to
Northern Germany to build boats because he thought the academic life was
the most degrading period of his life.
He's right about the depressive of academia. First i advised students
to try to obtain a position there, use it for own purposes. But now,
also after a sudden outburst of academic destruction here, i tend to
warning not to stay there, and get a job, next to which real philosophy
is better safeguarded. Also better for a reasonable valuation of oneself.
These ueber-academians praise each other into hell. Professoral
happiness is harder to bear (overcome) than proletarian misery.
rene
It's a very interesting subject, the utter shite one must wade through. Perhaps a more noble inquiry than any other at the time. But there is also a sweetness in the sublime lack of revolution.
I often question the integrity of my teachers that seem more firmly sessile (or just glued to institutions). In no time the body's decayed, alcohol and fastfood are friends, there's an ugly shelf full of mediocre philosophy books collecting worms in the office.
What my question is how I've managed to stay so cattle-like for the short time I've bene in the academic-trap. *Or rather* how someone, e.g. Pylkkö, was so foolish (able to maintain cool?) so that he perhaps didn't realize it until he was quite old. I have, however, no worries, because the economy is so poor for humanities where I live that I doubt I'll have a choice of researching there or not.
I think the huge cut back on the humanities department in Hamburg might do some good for...Europe.
James
P.S. Is "what calls for thinking" also "what is called thinking?" ["Was heisst Denken?"]
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