tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45480584236871271742024-03-13T09:23:22.475-07:00The Contrite Fallibilist"and indeed the first step toward finding out is to acknowledge you do not satisfactorily know already; so that no blight can so surely arrest all intellectual growth as the blight of cocksureness; and ninety-nine out of every hundred good heads are reduced to impotence by that malady...
Indeed, out of a contrite fallibilism, combined with a high faith in the reality of knowledge, and an intense desire to find things out, all my philosophy has always seemed to me to grow" (C.S. Peirce)John Harkey/Felix Fardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12811025587674013905noreply@blogger.comBlogger243125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548058423687127174.post-23490978046397242632012-12-16T22:16:00.001-08:002012-12-16T22:16:13.898-08:00tread upon, <br />
these floors<br />
leak little phrases<br />
of baritone <br />
whale-song<br />
…<br />
warm-<br />
haze-<br />
wardJohn Harkey/Felix Fardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12811025587674013905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548058423687127174.post-15039946840003323472012-12-16T17:52:00.001-08:002012-12-20T09:36:50.452-08:00<br />
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John Harkey/Felix Fardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12811025587674013905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548058423687127174.post-68391707491035880752012-12-16T17:50:00.001-08:002012-12-16T17:50:59.582-08:00instill or <br />
unspool, just<br />
be my guest, <br />
ellipsoid <br />
pauseJohn Harkey/Felix Fardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12811025587674013905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548058423687127174.post-24338316897084256212012-11-17T10:18:00.001-08:002012-11-17T13:03:00.031-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8wp9ugKgLbwpp8mVUFJmO1ktzQ-RRRT055XF_kbjE9494rylf57kSdepROqy6qcVCbTcf-UAvt6hlXg6IhsVUi4uuC7JZEWnp_xfI84r1KcKPTMPaXH6NA_O8ASZ3bvJfmRFr9ggdPuGB/s640/blogger-image-843532581.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8wp9ugKgLbwpp8mVUFJmO1ktzQ-RRRT055XF_kbjE9494rylf57kSdepROqy6qcVCbTcf-UAvt6hlXg6IhsVUi4uuC7JZEWnp_xfI84r1KcKPTMPaXH6NA_O8ASZ3bvJfmRFr9ggdPuGB/s400/blogger-image-843532581.jpg" width="346" /></a>John Harkey/Felix Fardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12811025587674013905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548058423687127174.post-85228417459617128272012-11-17T10:15:00.001-08:002012-11-17T13:03:05.260-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn5Lsxx9agvIB64QG92ndhGNK2ybVHxCvo8REp7CtC4wQhrU02jA8inurpzuhdC9jr9eKpy3dWPvHpeoSodmwAKVLswZDnVGg6LJcQSeCyb_iVqQlWv_5avyCUtKhu4yixoDWaeoo2d2Sn/s640/blogger-image--1903962169.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="193" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn5Lsxx9agvIB64QG92ndhGNK2ybVHxCvo8REp7CtC4wQhrU02jA8inurpzuhdC9jr9eKpy3dWPvHpeoSodmwAKVLswZDnVGg6LJcQSeCyb_iVqQlWv_5avyCUtKhu4yixoDWaeoo2d2Sn/s400/blogger-image--1903962169.jpg" width="400" /></a>John Harkey/Felix Fardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12811025587674013905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548058423687127174.post-73466755797408625162012-11-17T10:07:00.001-08:002012-11-17T13:02:54.015-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0nywM-oYCWc7qkN-4cXNhGBkaQnJgyqZucNsS6U7oHsVy_JzTP6YphH363dcXZ1ui-D8uySqFsfo2_ehS3dSi0Zz1T4xhtBAEkAsiMN2aJmjexR9OdRGf2r3MF8a8Xr0E5hsYvPdiaN2g/s640/blogger-image--559842910.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0nywM-oYCWc7qkN-4cXNhGBkaQnJgyqZucNsS6U7oHsVy_JzTP6YphH363dcXZ1ui-D8uySqFsfo2_ehS3dSi0Zz1T4xhtBAEkAsiMN2aJmjexR9OdRGf2r3MF8a8Xr0E5hsYvPdiaN2g/s400/blogger-image--559842910.jpg" width="280" /></a>John Harkey/Felix Fardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12811025587674013905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548058423687127174.post-91707372079149682852012-10-09T09:13:00.001-07:002012-10-09T09:13:36.201-07:00<div style="text-align: left;">
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John Harkey/Felix Fardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12811025587674013905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548058423687127174.post-14683999370047393542012-10-09T09:10:00.003-07:002012-10-09T09:10:32.364-07:00Fleshy Occlusion-Abstraction<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />John Harkey/Felix Fardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12811025587674013905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548058423687127174.post-5789007311763343302012-10-09T08:42:00.001-07:002012-10-09T08:42:14.677-07:00my friend imagined "a machine<br />
that machine'd"<br />
<br />
& I thought: "unhand me,<br />
flywheel!"<br />
<br />
[that which] made you is [that<br />
<br />
which] keeps you<br />
still / slant-wise<br />
<br />
in wreathed boom-bap / some<br />
<br />
certified clean idle<br />
<br />
overlayed with mulch & shade<br />
or uplift / to wit,<br />
<br />
see: <i>onsets & rimes,</i><br />
<i>self-correcting edition</i><br />
<br />
better yet: <i>pet tornado: </i><i>nature's </i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>fury </i><i>in the </i><i>palm of your hand</i><br />
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<br />John Harkey/Felix Fardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12811025587674013905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548058423687127174.post-40521965721436491472012-08-10T11:13:00.005-07:002012-08-15T10:16:23.441-07:00RWE Manifests, in 1837<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Instead of the sublime and beautiful, the near, the low, the common...</span><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">That, which had been negligently trodden under foot by those who were harnessing and provisioning themselves for long journeys into far countries, is suddenly found to be richer than all foreign parts. </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />The literature of the poor, the feelings of the child, the philosophy of the street, the meaning of household life, are the topics of the time. It is a great stride. It is a sign, — is it not? of new vigor, when the extremities are made active, when currents of warm life run into the hands and the feet. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />I ask not for the great, the remote, the romantic...I embrace the common, I explore and sit at the feet of the familiar, the low. Give me insight into to-day, and you may have the antique and future worlds. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />What would we really know the meaning of? The meal in the firkin; the milk in the pan; the ballad in the street; the news of the boat; the glance of the eye; the form and the gait of the body; — </span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />show me the ultimate reason of these matters; show me the sublime presence of the highest spiritual cause lurking, as always it does lurk, in these suburbs and extremities of nature; </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">let me see every trifle bristling with the polarity that ranges it...and the shop, the plough, and the ledger, referred to the like cause by which light undulates and poets sing...</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />the world lies no longer a dull miscellany and lumber-room...</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">there is no trifle; there is no puzzle...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br />--from Emerson's "The American Scholar" address</span></span><br />
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<br />John Harkey/Felix Fardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12811025587674013905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548058423687127174.post-48819373759311994792012-08-01T12:52:00.001-07:002012-08-01T12:52:12.384-07:00Whitheringbroke betoken slips<br />
<br />
his slurred gestures<br />
bemoan demeanor dis-<br />
<br />
composed awningworks<br />
repaired to the site<br />
whence sprang<br />
welcome adam-<br />
<br />
antine clints-&-grykes<br />
put on notice:<br />
<br />
pitch-&-yaw parade,<br />
our sluggish grey ferry<br />
swayed, forced<br />
<br />
perspective wanted<br />
more play in the joints<br />
<br />
magpie alit, we found<br />
the sound parts, held<br />
to / worked from<br />
ravens along the cliff's<br />
edge, o and sparrows<br />
<br />
roaming the terminal<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">The press of footsteps </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">and the same consideration </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">of the suffering he had had, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">He began to fear that all this </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">intricacy in his brain would </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">as the footprints did, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">and were pieced on </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">with the same trackless </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">involutions, and varieties </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">of indistinct shapes.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">(D&S, Ch. 59)</span></div>John Harkey/Felix Fardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12811025587674013905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548058423687127174.post-48115987976661337652012-07-04T12:29:00.000-07:002012-07-04T12:29:39.736-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />John Harkey/Felix Fardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12811025587674013905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548058423687127174.post-73411935267295057632012-07-03T06:51:00.001-07:002012-07-03T08:14:16.685-07:00Chaucer's House of Tidings, c. 1384'Then why are you here?' he asked.<br />
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'I will tell you,' I said. 'To learn something new, I know not what, tidings of this or that, of love or maybe of some other happiness. For certainly, he who brought me said I would see and hear some wonderful things in this place. But these things I have heard cannot be what he meant.'<br />
<br />
'No?' he said. And I answered, 'No, by God! For I have known since I was a little child that people desire praise and a lasting name, although I had no idea how or indeed where fame was achieved until now.'<br />
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'I know well the things you want to hear,' he said. Come with me and have no fear, for I shall lead you to where you will hear many things.' Then I went with him out of the palace.<b style="color: black;"> <span style="color: white;">And standing in a nearby valley I saw a building so strange that the house of Daedalus, that was called the Labyrinth, could not have been so wonderful to look at nor so curiously constructed. For constantly, as swiftly as thought, this outlandish house turned about and was never still. And there came from it a noise that was for all the world like the roaring of a stone when it is propelled through the air from a siege engine.</span></b><br />
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<b>And this house was made of withies and wicker, like the material men make into cages, panniers and baskets; and in addition to the rushing noise of a stone, and the wickerwork, this house was full of things hurrying, with loud creakings and many other movements, and it had as many entrances as there are leaves on the trees during the summer and on the roof could be seen many thousands of holes to let out the sound. And throughout the day and night these doors were left wide open; there was no porter to admit or bar the passage of conversation and there was no rest in that place nor any time at all when it was not brimful of news – news of wars, of peace, of marriages, of journeys, of delays, of death, of life, of love, of hate; and lo! this house of which I write, let me make it absolutely clear, was not small, for it was sixty miles in length and although the timber was of no strength it was built to last! – to last for as long as Fortune, who is as much the mother of events as the sea is of wells and springs, is pleased to see it last. And it was shaped like a cage.</b></div>
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'In all my years,' I said, 'I have never seen such a house as this.' And as I pondered over this, I became aware that my eagle was perched high upon a stone nearby, and I went over to him and said: 'Let me stay a little longer, I pray you, and for God's love, let me see what wonderful things lie in this house, for yet, perhaps, I might learn something from it, or something that I will like, before I go.'<br />
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(Excerpted from a prose translation of "The House of Fame": <a href="http://www.eleusinianm.co.uk/ScotMS/sm11houseoffame.html">http://www.eleusinianm.co.uk/ScotMS/sm11houseoffame.html</a>)John Harkey/Felix Fardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12811025587674013905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548058423687127174.post-14446738394621314182012-07-03T06:46:00.002-07:002012-07-03T06:47:44.062-07:00Mr. Toots (fr. Dombey & Son)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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afterfeel<br />
<br />
here we<br />
go again<br />
<br />
caught hell fell<br />
on hard<br />
<br />
times all day<br />
<br />
graced by glancing<br />
blows no<br />
<br />
one saw savor<br />
but don't save<br />
<br />
those sweet glassy<br />
notes that<br />
<br />
careworn duct<br />
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<br />John Harkey/Felix Fardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12811025587674013905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548058423687127174.post-25895116343085514772012-06-11T05:00:00.000-07:002012-06-11T13:25:31.342-07:00object-oriented<br />
slant-wise<br />
<br />
such a forth-<br />
right flannelmouth<br />
<br />
<i>oughtn't </i>/ owing<br />
<br />
to circum-<br />
stance, over-<br />
sight, or timing<br />
conflicts---<br />
<br />
be given to<br />
devilish mis-<br />
con-<br />
<br />
structions<br />
[things amiss]<br />
<br />
motes / mites<br />
<br />
"let finish<br />
come to<br />
a haze"John Harkey/Felix Fardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12811025587674013905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548058423687127174.post-88385276579718995652012-06-10T11:53:00.002-07:002012-06-10T11:54:20.100-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />John Harkey/Felix Fardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12811025587674013905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548058423687127174.post-16971258002550306242012-06-09T08:48:00.000-07:002012-06-09T12:40:05.030-07:00Whether he looked to one side of the road,<br />
or to the other—over distant
landscape,<br />
<br />
with its smooth undulations, wind-mills, corn, grass, bean
fields,
wild-flowers, farm-yards, hayricks, and the spire among the wood—<br />
<br />
or
upwards in the sunny air, where butterflies were sporting round his
head, and
birds were pouring out their songs—<br />
<br />
or downward, where the shadows of the
branches interlaced, and made a trembling carpet on the road—<br />
<br />
or onward,
where the overhanging trees formed aisles and arches, dim with the
softened light that steeped through leaves—<br />
<br />
one corner of his eye was
ever<br />
on the
formal head of Mr Dombey,<br />
addressed towards him, and the feather<br />
in the
bonnet, drooping so neglectfully<br />
and scornfully between them;<br />
<br />
much as he
had
seen the haughty eyelids<br />
droop; not least so, when the face<br />
met that now
fronting it.<br />
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<br />John Harkey/Felix Fardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12811025587674013905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548058423687127174.post-18728155033677144852012-06-08T09:16:00.004-07:002012-06-08T09:16:46.128-07:00'We are dreadfully<br />
real, Mr Carker,'<br />
said Mrs Skewton;<br />
'are we not?'
<br />
...<br />
Mr Dombey<br />
in the meantime<br />
stood bolt<br />
upright in the carriage<br />
like a highly<br />
respectable ghost,<br />
looking on too;<br />
<br />
while Cleopatra<br />
and the Major dallied<br />
as two ancient<br />
doves might do.<br />
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(from Dombey & Son, Ch. 27)John Harkey/Felix Fardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12811025587674013905noreply@blogger.com0