Posts Tagged ‘Heidegger’

We Are Without Excuse.

Ghosts Of The Future | A film (by my comrade) Kelvin Mason.

Heidegger and Realism.

some background reading.

 

 

“The forest clearing [or opening] is experienced in contrast to dense forest, called Dickung in our older language.

The substantive Lichtung goes back to the verb lichten. The adjective licht is the same word as “open.”

To open something means to make it light, free and open, e.g., to make the forest free of trees at one place. The free space thus originating is the clearing.

What is light in the sense of being free and open has nothing in common with the adjective “light” which means ‘bright,” neither linguistically nor factually.

This is to be observed for the difference between openness and light. Still, it is possible that a factual relation between the two exists.

Light can stream into the clearing, into its openness, and let brightness play with darkness in it. But light never first creates openness. Rather, light presupposes openness. However, the clearing, the open region, is not only free for brightness and darkness but also for resonance and echo, for sound and the diminishing of sound.

The clearing is the open region for everything that becomes present and absent.”
–Martin Heidegger, The End of Philosophy and the Task of Thinking

 

 

 

 

 

 

Enjoy the weekend free Dr(Th)inkers everywhere…

The Philosopher’s Song:

Immanuel Kant was a real pissant
who was very rarely stable.
Heidegger, Heidegger was a boozy beggar
who could think you under the table.
David Hume could out consume
Schopenhauer and Hegel,
And Wittgenstein was a beery swine
who was just as sloshed as Schlegel.

There’s nothing Nietzsche couldn’t teach ya
’bout the raisin’ of the wrist.
Socrates himself was permanently pissed.

John Stuart Mill, of his own free will,
after half a pint of shandy was particularly ill.
Plato, they say, could stick it away,
‘alf a crate of whiskey every day!
Aristotle, Aristotle was a bugger for the bottle,
and Hobbes was fond of his dram.
And Rene Descartes was a drunken fart:
“I drink, therefore I am.”

Yes, Socrates himself is particularly missed;
A lovely little thinker, but a bugger when he’s pissed.