Thursday, June 24, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Fraction Anthem
We demur at 'alarmist'---
forlorn but fun-loving
alertist, rather.
Take down
this message,
please:
PERFORATE FIRST
EMBROIDER LATER
('Imminent danger' is redundant;
you're either in it or you're not,
there's no approach.)
.....................
- More and more, at every turn, I find myself given away.
- I am saddled, in part, with the fate of being thought adorable.
- I would like to wear, for a time, a phosphorescent medal.
.....................
On occasion, the meet-most
chintz ('we lift up our hearts') finds
purchase
a parsec afoul of wilting
morale, lapsed cogency:
so our group fairweathers, admitting
a welter of concessions and ennui.
What thistle-down DIY, what
throws and pillows---
('we lift up our hearts')
such sovereignty, the crises practically
penciled-in.
....................
(I plucked the newest, palest leaf from the youngest tree on the block, placed it on a table for viewing, but it curled up as it died, like its kin-creatures, the spider and the storybook.)
'Tiene dolor? Cuidese, cuidese.'
('With gladness and singleness.')
....................
Go on now,
shovelful by shovelful
gets it done.
Just see you
mark the slick condition
of this pitch.
...................
(Now must be the flush
moment for Haitian yellow
mangoes. All the street
vendors have 'em in spades.)
....................
A difference between Torts
and Acts-of-God.
That fellow has winsome energy,
I skip to it.
Appeals for succor, nifty skews:
wincing in pleasure.
Not a stop, a stop-over, an organ
stop, i.e., a tongue.
Giddy, nigh, leavened
with gravitas.
forlorn but fun-loving
alertist, rather.
Take down
this message,
please:
PERFORATE FIRST
EMBROIDER LATER
('Imminent danger' is redundant;
you're either in it or you're not,
there's no approach.)
.....................
- More and more, at every turn, I find myself given away.
- I am saddled, in part, with the fate of being thought adorable.
- I would like to wear, for a time, a phosphorescent medal.
.....................
On occasion, the meet-most
chintz ('we lift up our hearts') finds
purchase
a parsec afoul of wilting
morale, lapsed cogency:
so our group fairweathers, admitting
a welter of concessions and ennui.
What thistle-down DIY, what
throws and pillows---
('we lift up our hearts')
such sovereignty, the crises practically
penciled-in.
....................
(I plucked the newest, palest leaf from the youngest tree on the block, placed it on a table for viewing, but it curled up as it died, like its kin-creatures, the spider and the storybook.)
'Tiene dolor? Cuidese, cuidese.'
('With gladness and singleness.')
....................
Go on now,
shovelful by shovelful
gets it done.
Just see you
mark the slick condition
of this pitch.
...................
(Now must be the flush
moment for Haitian yellow
mangoes. All the street
vendors have 'em in spades.)
....................
A difference between Torts
and Acts-of-God.
That fellow has winsome energy,
I skip to it.
Appeals for succor, nifty skews:
wincing in pleasure.
Not a stop, a stop-over, an organ
stop, i.e., a tongue.
Giddy, nigh, leavened
with gravitas.
Monday, June 21, 2010
Susanne Langer Holds the Line Against the Annihilating Positivist Blob
There is a widespread and familiar fallacy, known as the "genetic fallacy," which arises from the historical method in philosophy and criticism: the error of confusing the origin of a thing with its import, of tracing the thing to its most primitive form and then calling it "merely" this archaic phenomenon. In a philosophy of symbolism this mistake is particularly fatal, since all elementary symbolic forms have their origin in something else than symbolistic interest. Significance is always an adventitious value. Words were probably ritualistic sounds before they were communicative devices; that does not mean that language is now not "really" a means of communication, but is "really" a mere residue of tribal excitement. (Philosophy in a New Key, 248)
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