Discovering Pierre Hadot feels important to me. Too often with philosophy I feel these writers and thinkers are engaged in discourse for the sake of discourse, empty posturing. With Hadot there is a purpose to the philosophy, beyond the love of wisdom, a sense that one can and should use philosophy to change life, to seek out a life with less anxiety, more contentment. It is strange how when reading, though one drifts languidly this way and that, when viewed from sufficient perspective, a definite and deliberate trajectory can be seen.
Category Archives: French Literature
The Erotic Dimension of Pedagogy
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As Bertram has shown in some splendid pages, we encounter the tradition of Socratic Eros and the educative daimon in Nietzsche. According to Bertram, the sayings sum up perfectly this erotic dimension of pedagogy. One is Nietzsche himself: “The deepest insights spring from love alone.” Another is by Goethe: “We learn only from those we love.” Finally, there is Hölderlin’s dictum: “Mortal man gives his best when he loves.” These three maxims go to show that it is only through reciprocal love that we can accede to genuine consciousness.
Pierre Hadot
The Figure of Socrates
Philosophy as a way of life
Links of the Week
Many of these links have been tweeted in the past, but here I can tag and categorise them for future reference. I hope you find some of them interesting too. Please feel free to discuss in comments or on Twitter. Some of the links to PDFs disappear quickly so download them promptly.
Susan Sontag’s dazzling essay, Against Interpretation [PDF]
Susan Sontag’s Notes on “Camp” [PDF]
Brian Dillon - Le Goût des Autres: Laughter, Tears and Rage - “Since the 17th century, taste has been integral to the discourse surrounding aesthetics, class, culture, gender and sexuality. Has it become an anachronism?”
From Was Jack Kerouac a Punjabi? – Survivability, Vulnerability, Affect
Nietzsche’s library [PDF]: “traces not only the books which Nietzsche read throughout his life, but also lectures he attended as well as professorial work he was engaged in, the music he listened to and composed, and, finally, denotes when and where he wrote his philosophical works. Its primary concern though is with the books Nietzsche was reading; the most abundant references are to those books.”
Friedrich Nietzsche’s The Birth of Tragedy: Out of the Spirit of Music (translated by Ian Johnston) [PDF]
Joan Didion interviewed by Sheila Heti. “With writing, I don’t think it’s performing a character, really, if the character you’re performing is yourself. I don’t see that as playing a role. It’s just appearing in public.”
Albert Camus’s The Stranger (translated by Stuart Gilbert) [PDF]
From Larval Subjects blog, How to Make a Blog
Terry Eagleton’s essay, Capitalism, Modernism and Postmodernism [PDF]
An old favourite essay: Sven Birket’s Reading in a Digital Age “Notes on why the novel and the Internet are opposites, and why the latter both undermines the former and makes it more necessary.”
Ford Madox Ford’s The Good Soldier [PDF]
“Unclassfiable”
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By the time of the Platonic dialogues Socrates was called atopos, that is, “unclassifiable.” What makes him atopos is precisely the fact that he is a “philo-sopher” in the etymological sense of the word; that is, he is in love with wisdom. For wisdom, says Diotima in Plato’s Symposium, is not a human state, it is a state of perfection of being and knowledges that can only be divine. It is the love of wisdom, which is foreign to the world, that makes the philosopher a stranger in it.
Pierre Hadot
Forms of Life and Forms of Discourse
Philosophy as a way of life
Not Knowing How to Look
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Bourdieu’s judgement, and that of all those who denounce the aesthetic illusion, rests on a simple alternative: you know or you do not [on connaît ou on méconnaît]. If you do not know [méconnaît], it is because you do not know [sait] how to look or you cannot look. But to not be able to look is still a way of not knowing how to look. Whether philosopher or petit-bourgeois, those who deny this, those who believe in the disinterested character of aesthetic judgement do not want to see because they cannot see, because the place that they occupy in the determined system, for them as for everyone else, constitutes a mode of accommodation which determines a form of misrecognition [méconnaissance].
Rancière, Jacques and Jon Roffe (Translator). “Thinking between disciplines: an aesthetics of knowledge.” in: Parrhesia. Vol. 1, 2006. (English).
Links of the Week
Many of these links have been tweeted in the past, but here I can tag and categorise them for future reference. I hope you find some of them interesting too. Please feel free to discuss in comments or on Twitter. Some of the links to PDFs disappear quickly so download them promptly.
The Signifying Corpse: Re-Reading Kristeva on Marguerite Duras by Karen Piper [PDF]: “Moderato cantabile, far from the sweet and melodious story the title suggests, is centred around the sound of a scream.”
A Dictionary of Borges [PDF] by Evelyn Fishburn and Psiche Hughes (Forewords by Mario Vargas Llosa and Anthony Burgess).
One of my favourite of JG Ballard’s short stories: The Concentration City [PDF].
Jonathan McCalmont’s perceptive analysis of the ambiguities of the brilliant film Fish Tank.
Sex and Gender in Simone de Beauvoir’s Second Sex [PDF] by Judith Butler. “In fact, we can see in The Second Sex an effort to radicalize the Sartrian program to establish an embodied notion of freedom.”
A Writer from Chicago [PDF] by Saul Bellow. “Neither in brash, and now demoralised, Chicago nor in New York, the capital of victorious mass culture (American culture is the culture of the TV networks), will any writer try to live like an artist. If he is a person of any degree of seriousness, why would he want to?”
James Joyce’s sublime A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man [PDF-Full].
Complete Dante Alighieri’s Divine Comedy in PDF – 3 books. This is Longfellow’s translation.
The Library of Babel [PDF] by Jorge Luis Borges.
A wonderful Anne Carson essay, Contempts [PDF] .
Patrick Leigh Fermor: We May Just Forget to Die [PDF] by Margot Demopoulos.
Gabriel Josipovici’s brilliant Kafka essay: Why we don’t understand Kafka.
James Joyce’s essential Ulysses [PDF-Full].
Two by Friedrich Nietzsche: my favourite Ecce Homo (How One Becomes What One Is) and The Antichrist (A Curse on Christianity) [PDF]. A new translation by Thomas Wayne.
Links of the Week
Many of these links have been tweeted in the past, but here I can tag and categorise them for future reference. I hope you find some of them interesting too. Please feel free to discuss in comments or on Twitter. Some of the links to PDFs disappear quickly so download them promptly.
Dodie Bellamy’s passionate, polemical Barf Manifesto is one of the most intriguing texts I’ve read this year. Spew Forth [PDF] is a good taster of her aesthetic.
Seamus Heaney’s The Art of Poetry interview. “I mean, who wouldn’t like to write Mozartian poetry?”
“Man is free; but he finds his law in his very freedom.” Any long time reader of this blog knows I’m very interested in the work, thought and person of Simone de Beauvoir. The Ethics of Ambiguity was, in part, her response to Sartre’s Being and Nothingness.
Franz Kafka’s Complete Short Stories [PDF]: if I were allowed to keep only a single book it would be this one. I could read these stories alone for the rest of my life and never tire of them.
Franz Kafka’s The Trial [PDF]: a more modern translation of The Trial.
David Winter’s superb review of Christine Schutt’s Prosperous Friends, “proves Schutt to be of the finest stylists alive”.
“What can we say we really understand about our personal experience with colour?” Bridget Riley’s Introduction to Colour: Art and Science [PDF] addresses colour in art.
Pierre Bourdieu’s The Rules of Art: Genesis and Structure of the Literary Field. [PDF]
JG Ballard’s The Complete Short Stories [PDF]: though I agree with Germaine Greer’s comment that Ballard is “a great writer who hasn’t written a great novel,” I enjoy reading his short stories and longer pieces. It is his autobiographical books that get closest to greatness.
Ray Brassier’s dense but tantalising Nihil Unbound: Enlightenment and Extinction [PDF].
Michel Houellebecq’s The Art of Fiction interview. “Iggy Pop wrote some songs based on my novel The Possibility of an Island.”
Luce Irigaray’s brilliant This Sex Which is Not One [PDF], in which she argues that our society is predicated on the exchange of women.
Pierre Bourdieu’s essay on The Forms of Capital [PDF] outlines the distinctions between economic, social and cultural capital.
Mahmoud Darwish’s breathtakingly beautiful poem Tuesday And The Weather Is Clear [PDF].
The Shaping of the Self
Yesterday I alluded to Foucault’s Self Writing [PDF: Technologies of the Self/Self Writing], one of a series of studies on “the arts of oneself” that draws heavily on Greco-Roman thought, particularly that of Seneca.
The illustration above depicts Seneca’s suicide (his wife was spared by Nero) who chose the traditional Roman suicide of cutting multiple veins to bleed to death. For some reason the illustration brings to mind the procedure enacted in Kafka’s In the Penal Colony. In Kafka’s story a device is constructed that very slowly, minutely inscribes a condemned man’s sentence on his flesh. It is Kafka’s most chilling and unforgettable short story. Judith Butler, in an early essay, draws an analogy between Kafka’s device and Foucault’s concept that the body is figured as a blank page available for inscription, awaiting the “imprint” of history and knowledge.
In Self Writing Foucault quotes Seneca’s phrase, “It is necessary to read, but also to write” as an exercise in self-inscription, what Plutarch termed ethopoietic, a procedure for transforming truth into essence. My own framework is not dissimilar to that described by Foucault, whereby I read, make notes reflecting on what I’ve read, spend time contemplating my notes, often reread, and converse about reading with others. This desire for conversation about literature is what drew me to blogging. As Foucault describes, “to collect what one has managed to hear or read, and for a purpose that is nothing less than the shaping of the self”.
Technologies of the Self
On Twitter yesterday I posted a link to Michael Foucault: Ethics, Subjectivity and Truth (Essential Works 1954-1984 Volume 1). In the book are important interviews and lectures that Foucault gave, often not covered directly in his major works. I went through a Foucault phase about fifteen years ago when I immersed myself deeply in his work, particularly these pieces on ethics.
At the time I was reaching for an ethical code. There were parts of my self I knew I should relinquish, characteristics that required reforming. What I understood of Kantian morality failed to appeal; its over emphasis on reason and divinity sent me first toward Schiller. Though there was much about Schiller’s “ethics with aesthetics” that I liked, ultimately I found his thought insubstantial. Foucault’s ethical approach appealed, partly because I sensed he retained a belief in aesthetics, partly because his approach to ethics is deeply grounded in Greek and Greco-Roman antiquity, particularly the stance taken by the Epicureans (which I come back to time after time for sustenance and inspiration).
What also appealed of Foucault’s approach to ethics was his discourse on technologies of the self, a means for humans to effect “a certain number of operations on their own bodies and souls, thoughts, conducts, and way of being, so as to transform themselves in order to attain a certain state of happiness, purity, wisdom, perfection or immortality”. That sentence is open to wide interpretation, but to me has always been about modification of the self through reflection, reading and writing.
This idea of self-conscious modification appealed to me deeply (and still does). What is lacking, to my mind, in Foucault’s lectures and writing on ethics is his own statement of what ethical principles and ideal that he pursued. During a discussion on Twitter, it was suggested that, unlike Kant, he simply ran out of time to do so. A central part of my own technological modification was developing an affective ethical code. Without describing, at least to myself, a set of ideals and understanding how they motivate, I would have failed, to successfully (how successful is ever arguable) install the ethical codes into my body.
There is so much in that volume of Foucault worth reading. I’m intending to reread the chapters on Self Writing, that speak to what I’ve written above and on what the Epicureans and Foucault called “the arts of oneself”.
Simple Existence
This morning I’ve rummaged around the internet for information about philosopher Clément Rosset, whose philosophy seems to share certain characteristics of the Epicureans, Pierre Bourdieu and Gilles Deleuze. It seems that Joyful Cruelty: toward a philosophy of the real, the book I’d like to read is not in print in English translation. A passage from that book has a Deleuzean flavour to it (not that I am deeply read in Deleuze. Yet).
As evidence for his claim that “simple existence is in itself a source of rejoicing,” Rosset points to the importance people assign to recounting accurately the past events of their lives: “The smaller one’s investment in what was happening in the past when one was participating in the events, the more one now refuses to hear that artichokes were served that day when in fact one remembers excellent asparagus. . . . This fastidious character of remembrance can only be interpreted as the mark of recognition. . . . with respect to existence as such, of the inherent interest of all existence whatever it may be. . . .”
This reminds me of a passage I scribbled in my notebook (I’ll try and find the interview for tweeting and linking here in another post) from a 1988 interview with Deleuze:
Signs imply ways of living, possibilities of existence, they are the symptoms of an overflowing [jaillissante] or exhausted [épuisée] life. But an artist cannot be content with an exhausted life, nor with a personal life. One does not write with one’s ego, one’s memory, and one’s illnesses. In the act of writing there’s an attempt to make life something more than personal, to liberate life from what imprisons it. . . . There is a profound link between signs, the event, life, and vitalism. It is the power of nonorganic life, that which can be found in a line of a drawing, a line of writing, a line of music. It is organisms that die, not life. There is no work of art that does not indicate an opening for life, a path between the cracks. Everything I have written has been vitalistic, at least I hope so, and constitutes a theory of signs and the event.
If you are able to enlighten me in any way about Clément Rosset’s work I’d be appreciative.




