Footnotes to Plato from the foothills of the Superstition Mountains

  • Like Crime?

    Vote Democrat! 


  • A Vote for Sleepy Joe . . .

    . . . is a vote for Cackling Kamala. 

    She may be a cackling clown, but she is a 'person of color.' Indeed, she is of two 'colors,' Tamil Indian and Afro-Jamaican. She is thus doubly qualified for high office, and trebly to boot considering that she is of the female persuasion. It's a three-way intersection. If only she were, in addition, a transgendered lesbian illegal immigrant!

    The only drawback visible to me is that she gives salads a bad name.  Your typical salad, as a comestible composed of comestibles, evinces gustatory coherence. Her famous 'word salads,' however, are notoriously bereft of semantic coherence.

    My mind drifts back to John Searle's remark anent Jacques Derrida: "He gives bullshit a bad name." 


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  • A Difference Between Plausibility and Probability

    The plausibility of a conjunctive proposition is that of the least plausible of its conjuncts. Not so for the probability of a conjunctive proposition. This point is made by Nicholas Rescher in his entry 'Plausibility' in the Oxford Companion to Philosophy.

    Exercise for the reader: give examples.


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  • Sam Harris on Rational Mysticism . . .

    . . . and whether the self is an illusion.

    Top o' the Stack.


  • Donald Trump, Gunslinger

    This nails it.

    After all, who is the greater threat to democracy?


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  • Reading Now: The Blake Bailey Bio of Charles Jackson

    Bailey has been called the literary biographer of his generation. That strikes me as no exaggeration. He is fabulously good and his productivity is astonishing with stomping tomes on Richard Yates, Charles Jackson, John Cheever, and Philip Roth. I have yet to find a bad sentence in the two I've read.

    Jackson's main claim to fame is his novel, The Lost Weekend, perhaps the best booze novel ever published. That's not just my opinion. The novel appeared in 1944 and  was made into a  film-noir blockbuster of the same name.

    Jackson (1903-1968) was a big-time self-abuser, his drugs of choice being alcohol and Seconal. (We called them 'reds' in the 'sixties.)  Jackson died, at age  65, a total physical and mental wreck. 

    The mystery of self-destruction, so common among novelists.

    See also: Reading Now: Malcolm Lowry, Under the Volcano

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    Dave Lull writes,

    My late friend Roger Forseth  wrote about Charles Jackson in an article for Dionysos: The Literature and Intoxication Triquarterly: ““Why did they make such a fuss?’: Don Birnam's Emotional Barometer,” a copy of which you can find here and a slightly edited version of which was reprinted in his posthumous book Alcoholite at the Altar: the Writer and Addiction: the Writings of Roger Forseth, which was reviewed by Frank Wilson here.

    It's great to hear from you, Dave.  The Forseth article to which you linked is very good, and so is Wilson's review of Forseth's book. I ordered the book. The clincher for me was our mutual friend Patrick Kurp's Amazon blurb:
    When I learned that Roger, on alternative nights, read one of Shakespeare's sonnets or a letter by Keats, my first reaction was: how sensible. This is a man who knows how to enjoy himself and understands what's important, an impression confirmed when we exchanged thoughts on such mutual enthusiasms as Coleridge, Auden, and Raymond Chandler. His scholarly work on alcoholism and American writers will prove invaluable to future scholars and readers, but I will always think of Roger as the man who knew what to read before turning out the light. Patrick Kurp of Anecdotal Evidence
    As I recall, it was via Kurp's blog that I first made your acquaintance, years ago. 
     
    This, from Wilson, also  made me want to buy the book:
    Like them, he [Forseth] had had a drinking problem, complete with bouts of delirium tremens. He is quoted here as saying, during the last year of his life, that “the problem with alcohol is a philosophical problem dating back to Plato’s Symposium and Phaedrus, how to manage the desire for intoxication, for ecstasy. I started writing about this late…I think I had to wait until the alcoholism experience penetrated my theoretical mind.”
     
    I've had a similar thought. It is the misdirected desire for fullness of life, ecstasy, joy that drives some of us to reach for the 'joy juice.'  "All joy wants eternity," sang Nietzsche's Zarathustra, "wants deep, deep, eternity." I myself am too bloody rational to overindulge: I know what the sauce does to the brain and the liver, and that knowledge keeps me within strict limits.  On the other hand, I consider the teetotaler an extremist.  It's all a matter of self-knowledge. For some, alcohol is the devil in liquid form. For others it is a delightful adjunct to a civilized life.  Know thyself!  If you discover that you cannot handle the hooch, then it is your moral obligation to abstain from it.  If you become an alky, then it's on you and your despicable refusal to control yourself.  If you compound the folly  by drunk driving, then  I want the book thrown at you. 
     
    Is alcoholism a disease? You can guess my answer.I should dig up and dust off my old posts on the question.  Of course, it is undeniable that the stuff affects different people in different ways. But once you discover how it affects you, then it's on you and your free will.  Man up and take responsibility for your actions.  
     
     

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  • Me and My Marriage; Merton and his Monastery

    My marriage is a good fit for me, no ambivalence, no regrets. Her limitations were known beforehand and accepted, and mine by her. There was full disclosure from the outset about what I am about in this world. 42 years into it my marriage is steady as she goes 'til death parts us as impermanence will part every partite thing. I will play the nurse when and if her need requires: duty will defeat disinclination. I will enter the space beyond desire and aversion as I attend to the needs of her body and mind. Kant taught me the sublimity of duty, and Buddha the need to master desire and aversion. And Christ? Matthew 25:40. "What you have done unto the least of my brethren, you have done unto me."

    Thomas Merton was uneasy behind the walls of the cloister: the Siren songs of the '60s reached his ears after his initial enthusiasm and true-believership wore off.  Tempted by the extramural, he went back and forth, his desire to be a contemplative in tension with his incipient activism and the rejection of his early contemptus mundi. (See The Journals of Thomas Merton, vol. 4, p. 34, entry of 21 August 1960, also p. 101 and p. 278.)

    Did Merton enter the monastery too soon, before he fully tasted the futility and nonentity of this world? Or did he live in full authenticity and existential appreciation of the antinomian character of this life of ours, which is neither  futile, nor empty of entity, nor affirmable without reserve?

    Whatever the case, I love the guy I meet in the pages of his sprawling seven-volumed journal. Yes, he is something of a liberal-left squish-head both politically and theologically, but "I am large; I contain multitudes." (Walt Whitman, "Song of Myself")

    Tom Merton  is a window into the '60s for serious students of a decade far off in time but present in influence, good and bad.


  • A Platonist at Breakfast

    Amazing what one can unearth with the WayBack Machine. This one first saw daylight on 3 March 2005. 

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    I head out early one morning with the wife in tow. I’m going to take her to a really fancy joint this time, the 5 and Diner, a greasy spoon dripping with 1950's Americana. We belly up to the counter and order the $2. 98 special: two eggs any style, hashbrowns, toast and coffee. Meanwhile I punch the buttons for Floyd Cramer’s Last Date on the personal jukebox in front of me after feeding it with a quarter from wifey’s purse.

    "How would you like your eggs, sir?" "Over medium, please."

    The eggs arrive undercooked. Do I complain? Rhinestone-studded Irene is working her tail off in the early morning rush. I’ve already bugged her for Tabasco sauce, extra butter, and more coffee. The service came with the sweetest of smiles. The place is jumping, the Mexican cooks are sweating, and the philosopher is philosophizing:

    "If it won’t matter by tomorrow morning that these eggs are undercooked, why does it matter now?"

    With that thought, I liberally douse the undercooked eggs with the fine Louisiana condiment, mix them up with the hashbrowns, and shovel the mess into my mouth with bread and fork, chasing it all with coffee and cream, no sugar.

    Who says you can’t do anything with philosophy?


  • Saturday Night at the Oldies: Gone but not Forgotten

    As a sort of intro, The Who, My Generation. "I hope I die before I get old." My English readers will enjoy the video.

    Charlie Watts at 80, 1941-2021. Rolling Stones, Sittin' on a Fence.  A lovely tune. Trigger warning!  Under My Thumb. Eerily appropriate these days: Gimme Shelter

    Don Everly at 84, 1937-2021. When Will I Be Loved?

    Check out this Fogerty rendition. Great video. The myths of the American West. Bob Dylan, Ain't Talkin': Tribute to the Western.

    Nanci Griffith at 68, 1953-2021. Boots of Spanish Leather. Bob would be proud.

    B. J. Thomas at 78, 1942-2021. I Just Can't Help Believing

    Lloyd Price at 88, 1933-2021. Stagger LeePersonality

    Chick Corea at 79, 1941-2021. Armando's Rhumba

    Mary Wilson at 76, 1944-2021. Our Day Will Come

    Amy Winehouse at 26, 1983-2011, Our Day Will Come, Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow? A member of the 27 Club.

    Jimmie Rodgers at 87. 1933-2021. Honeycomb

    Phil Spector at 81, 1939-2021.  The Wall of Sound

    Charley Pride at 82, 1938-2021. 

    Len Barry at 78, 1942-2020. You Can't Sit Down

    Jerry Jeff Walker at 78, 1942-2020. Mr. Bojangles

    Spencer Davis at 81, 1939-2020. Gimme Some Lovin'

     


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  • ‘Arguable’: a Near-Contronym

    'Arguable' is a word that a careful writer, one who strives for clarity of expression, should probably avoid.  I have always used it to mean: it may be plausibly argued that.  But then I noticed that some use it to mean: open to dispute, questionable.  These two meanings, though not polar opposites, are inconsistent.  

    The two meanings of  the verb 'cleave,' however, are polar opposites: to stick together (intransitive) and to split apart (transitive).  Merriam-Webster:

    Cleave is part of an exclusive lexical club whose members are known as contronyms: words that have two meanings that contradict one another. In the case of cleave the two meanings belong to two etymologically distinct words. One cleave means “to adhere firmly and closely or loyally and unwaveringly,” as in “a family that cleaves to tradition”; it comes from the Old English verb clifian, meaning “to adhere.” The cleave with meanings relating to splitting and dividing comes from a different Old English word, clēofan, meaning “to split.” So although one might assume the two were once cleaved to one another only to become cloven over time, such is not the case!

    One is never done learning the mother tongue. Mine is English. I fancy myself a worthy son who honors his mother, a mother who is also a mistress whom I will never master. 

    Just the other day, my assiduous editor, Tony Flood, pointed out that my use of 'enjoin' in a manuscript he is helping me prepare for publication, though a correct use, was ambiguous in the manner of 'cleave.'  Now I have a keen nose for ambiguity, both syntactic  and semantic, but this ambiguity had escaped me all these years. The verb 'enjoin' can mean  either "to direct or impose by authoritative order or with urgent admonition" or "forbid, prohibit." I had been laboring under the misapprehension that it carried only the first meaning.

    All hail to the mistress we will never master, our alma mater, the matrix of our musings, the sacred enabler of our thoughts.

    This is why, to keep with the maternal metaphor, the subversion of language is the mother of all subversion.


  • A Common Mistake in the Abortion Debate

    Here is an oldie but a goodie of mine from almost 20 years ago (17 July 2004) dredged up just now via the Wayback Machine. Reproduced verbatim. Perfection needs no modification.

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    It is commonly assumed that opposition to abortion can be based only on religious premises. To show that this assumption is false, only one counterexample is needed. What follows is an anti-abortion argument that does not invoke any religious tenet:

    (1) Infanticide is morally wrong; (2) There is no morally relevant difference between abortion and infancticide; ergo, (3) Abortion is morally wrong.

    Whether one accepts this argument or not, it clearly invokes no religious premise. It is therefore manifestly incorrect to say or imply that all opposition to abortion is religiously-based. Theists and atheists alike can make use of the above argument.

    Is it a good argument? Well, it is valid: if one accepts the premises, then one must accept the conclusion. That is a logical ‘must’: one who accepts the premises but balks at the conclusion embraces a contradiction. But there is nothing to stop the argument from being run in reverse: Deny the conclusion, then deny one or both of the premises. Thus, one might argue from ~(3) and (2) to ~(1). Someone who argues in this way is within his logical rights, but is saddled with having to swallow the moral acceptability of infanticide.


  • Sartre and Giacometti

    A New Criterion article by James Lord.  


  • “It Takes One to Know One”

    Half of the time.

    It takes intelligence to recognize intelligence in others. But the stupid cannot see the stupidity in others — or in themselves. 


  • Needs

    One needs food, but not sex; money, but not fame; ancestors, but not progeny.


  • David Brooks Interviews Steve Bannon

    This is an important interview. I will add a few comments at the end.   Excerpts:

    You said something I’ve got to ask you about, that Trump’s a moderate. In what areas is the MAGA movement farther right than Trump?

    BANNON: I think farther right on radical cuts of spending, No. 1. I think we’re much more hard-core on things like Ukraine. President Trump is a peacemaker. He wants to go in and negotiate and figure something out as a deal maker. I think 75 percent of our movement would want an immediate, total shutdown — not one more penny in Ukraine, and massive investigations about where the money went. On the southern border and mass deportations, I don’t think President Trump’s close to where we are. They all got to go home.

    Also, on artificial intelligence, we’re virulently anti-A.I. I think big regulations have to come.

    President Trump is a kindhearted person. He’s a people person, right? On China, I think he admires Xi Jinping. But we’re super-hawks. We want to see an elimination of the Chinese Communist Party.

    [. . .]

    Would you like to have some role?

    No, no, no, no. We run this like a military command post. So I would only be giving up power. I went there before. I wanted out. I’m not a staff guy. I can’t do it. And also that’s not where the center of power is. It’s not how President Trump thinks. A big center of power is just media.

    I call Trump a Marshall McLuhanesque figure. McLuhan called it, right? He says this mass thing called media, or what Pierre Teilhard de Chardin said of the noosphere, is going to so overwhelm evolutionary biology that it will be everything. And Trump understands that. That’s why he watches TV.

    He understands that to get anything done, you have to make the people understand. And so therefore, constantly, we’re in a battle of narrative. Unrestricted narrative warfare. Everything is narrative. And in that regard, you have to make sure you forget about the noise and focus on the signal.

    And remember, our audience is virtually all activists. So even though it may not be the biggest, it doesn’t have to be. It’s the people that are out there in the hinterland that are on the school boards. They now control so many state parties. Our mantra is you must use your agency. It’s a spiritual war. The divine providence works through your agency.

     [. . .]

    Do you know the demographics of these activists? Education? Race? Income?

    First off, I would say 60 percent female. Female and over 40 years old. A lot of that, a third of them brought in by the pandemic, and the Moms for America. A ton of moms, women who didn’t read a lot of books in college. They’re not politically active. They had no interest. It was only later in life, as they became the C.O.O. of the American family, they realized how tough it was to make ends meet.

    And then they saw the lack of education, and it was really the pandemic when they walked by the computer and saw what the kids are doing. They’re now at the tip of the spear.

    Do you worry that your broader movement will be fatally poisoned by antisemitic elements, the conspiracy crazies?

    We’re the most pro-Israel and pro-Jewish group out there. What I say is that not just the future of Israel but the future of American Jews, not just safety but their ability to thrive and prosper as they have in this country, is conditional upon one thing, and that’s a hard weld with Christian nationalism.

    If I can make one comparison: Early in my career, I worked for Bill Buckley. His manner at National Review reminds me a little of some of the things you do. He created an intense sense of belonging: We’re the conservative movement. We’re all in this together. Every day we’re marching forward. But he also had a strong sense of who was a wack job, a conspiracist. And he was going to draw a line. Pat Buchanan was on the other side of the line.

    So what I admire about Buckley is obviously the intense thing of belonging. What I don’t admire is the no fight. It’s very much an intellectual debating society, right?

    I use you and George Will as examples of this all the time. Brilliant guys, but this is a street fight. We need to be street fighters. This is going to be determined on social media and getting people out to vote. It’s not going to be debated on the Upper East Side or Upper West Side.

    I’ve found that most people are pretty reasonable. You can have a conversation, and you’ll at least see where they’re coming from.

    I think you’re dead [expletive] wrong.

    That’s where we disagree.

    No, it’s 100 percent disagree. What are you talking about? They think you’re an exotic animal. You’re a conservative, but you’re not dangerous. You’re reasonable. We’re not reasonable. We’re unreasonable because we’re fighting for a republic. And we’re never going to be reasonable until we get what we achieve. We’re not looking to compromise. We’re looking to win.

    Now, the biggest element that Buckley had that the book “Bowling Alone” had, and you talk about, is the atomization of our society. There’s no civic bonding. There’s no national cohesion. There’s not even the Lions Club things that you used to have before. People tell me all the time: “You changed my life. I ran for the board of supervisors, and now I’m on the board of supervisors.” They have friends that they never had met before, and they’re in a common cause, and it’s changed their life. They’re on social media. Every day, they have action they have to do.

    [. . .]

    Trump is taking America back to its more constitutional Republic for the third time, and that drives the credentialed left nuts because he’s not just a class traitor, he’s a low-end guy from Queens. He’s not up to their social — it’s too tacky. It’s the gold. It’s the Trump stuff. They hate him. They hate him to a passionate level. They look at the noise around Trump and miss the signal of what’s really happening, and they can’t get past that, and they’re blinded by it.

     BV's comments:

    1) Bannon appreciates the terrible threat posed by unregulated A. I. Does Trump? I don't think so.  The Democrats, in contrast to both Trump and Bannon, reside entirely in Cloud Cuckoo Land, with their overheated hyperventilation over 'climate change' and "boiling oceans" (Al Gore at Davos) as the greatest threat to humanity.   That's plainly insane. They also fail to grasp the WW-3 threat, which Trump clearly does grasp, and they are in addition blind to the Balkanization and social unrest and rampant crime which cannot be avoided with wide-open borders. They also show contempt for the rule of law and national sovereignty. 

    2) Bannon is also right that Trump understands in his inarticulate, gut-level sort of way the messages of Marshall McLuhan and Teilhard de Chardin, two enormously influential intellectuals from the seminal 'sixties. 

    3) Bannon's talk of "unrestricted narrative warfare" leaves me uneasy.  I agree with him that we are at war with the Left and thus with the contemporary Dem party, and that it must be defeated if our republic is to survive. I also agree that this cannot be achieved by having 'conversations' with them. It is far too late for that, they are mendacious to the core, as should be blindingly evident from the blatant 'cheap/deep fake' gaslighting the Biden administration has been engaging in, and in any case we and they share no common ground. They are out to overturn the American republic as she was founded to be, while we want her restoration.

    What makes me uneasy is that Bannon's talk of "unrestricted narrative warfare" and "everything is narrative" suggest relativism about truth. Is Bannon a relativist about truth? Does he think that no narrative is true, sans phrase, and that every narrative is true only for those who tell it and hold it and are legitimated by it? If that is his view, then I oppose him. Aleksandr Dugin, I take it, is a relativist about truth.  How close is Bannon ideologically to Dugin. I don't know but I need to find out. 

    There are some troublingly deep questions here. Right and Left are at war with each other, and so are their respective narratives. But if relativism reigns, and there is no "grand narrative" (Lyotard) or "meta-narrative" and every first-order narrative is only relatively true, then there is no hope of convincing or converting them: we have to crush them or be crushed by them.  We are in the vicinity of Nietzsche's perspectivism according to which there is no truth, only interpretations from power-centers each out to expand its power.  Perspectivism is the epistemology corresponding to Nietzsche's fundamental ontological thesis: "The world is the will-to-power and nothing besides." This onto-epistemology is the worldview that results from the death of God in Nietzsche's sense.  No God, no truth, to paraphrase a line from The Gay Science.

    But then what's with Bannon's talk of a "spiritual war" and "divine providence"?  "It’s a spiritual war. The divine providence works through your agency."  So God is on our side, but God is irrational absolute power? Sounds like a Muslim conception of God. 

    I am struggling to formulate the problem, but I am aware that I am not succeeding. I suppose I am not ready to give up on the possibility of reasoned discourse as a way to finding some common ground. But given what hyper-mendacious shytes our political enemies are, how these phucks will do anything to win, I find it hard not to agree with Bannon and see Brooks as just another impotent cuckservative clown along with George Will and the rest of the yap-and-scribble, do-nothing, leftist lapdog, bow-tie brigade.   As Bannon said to Brooks,  

    You’re a conservative, but you’re not dangerous. You’re reasonable. We’re not reasonable. We’re unreasonable because we’re fighting for a republic. And we’re never going to be reasonable until we get what we achieve. We’re not looking to compromise. We’re looking to win.





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