Agnosis: Theology in the Void (George Pattison)

IAGO I am not what I am. Shakespeare, Othello, I.I. FOOL Can you make no use of nothing, nuncle? LEAR Why no, boy; nothing can be made out of nothing. Shakespeare, King Lear, 1.4. It appeared to a man as in a dream – it was a waking dream – that he became pregnant with…

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Evil in Modern Thought: An Alternative History of Philosophy (Susan Neiman)

The eighteenth century used the word Lisbon much as we use the word Auschwitz today. How much weight can a brute reference carry? It takes no more than the name of a place to mean: the collapse of the most basic trust in the world, the grounds that make civilization possible. Learning this, modern readers…

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“Izlel e Delio Haidutin”: A Cosmogonic Song (Valya Balkanska)

Such an overwhelming, “cosmogonic” song! It sounds as though God himself had been listening to it while He was busy creating everything. No wonder it has been sent to space on board the Voyager 1 and Voyager 2 probes in 1977: extra-terrestrials should listen to it. Cioran’s books should also be sent to space; in…

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From “Cargo Cults” to “Drone Cults”

You have probably seen the movie “The Gods Must Be Crazy”, in which an airplane pilot drops an empty Coca-Cola bottle onto what is depicted as a deserted uncivilized land barely populated by a primitive society, and that becomes the origin of a new religion… That’s actually based on a real ethnological case. From “Cargo…

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Watch Drones Scold Civilians for Not Wearing Masks in China

What could be more fearful in the eyes of this old Mongolian lady? A disease or a talking drone? * « Heureux tous ceux qui, nés avant la Science, avaient le privilège de mourir dès leur première maladie ! » “Fortunate those who, born before Science, were privileged to die of their first disease!” Écartèlement / Drawn &…

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“Cioran: The Temptation to Believe” (Ilinca Zarifopol-Johnston)

The “death of the author” is a notion I have never become used to. Time and again, when I open the pages of an engaging book, the “dead” author comes back to haunt me: as if reading were a spell that brings him back, his hovering spirit is always before my mind’s eye. And while…

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“Foi na cruz” (Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds)

Foi na cruz, foi na cruz Que um dia Meus pecados castigados em Jesus Foi na cruz Que um dia Foi na cruz Love comes a-knocking Comes a-knocking upon our door But you, you and me, love We don’t live here any more Foi na cruz, foi na cruz Que um dia Meus pecados castigados […]…

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“A melancholic exile: Emil Cioran and the feeling of nostalgia” (Paolo Vanini)

Abstract: This article aims to investigate the relationship between nostalgia, solitude, and skepticism in Emil Cioran’s thought. In the first place, we will examine how the concepts of Sehnsucht, saudade and dor are interpreted by Cioran as similar forms of radical nostalgia. In the second place, we will see how the skeptical attitude of doubting…

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“E. M. Cioran, Nihilist and Ecstatic” (Robert Wicks)

Life and works In a brief autobiographical sketch, Emile Mihai Cioran described himself as follows: I was born on the 8th April 1911 in Rasinari, a village in the Carpathians, where my father was a Greek Orthodox priest. From 1920 to 1928 I attended the Sibiu grammar school. From 1929 to 1931 I studied at…

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“One more time with feeling…” (Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds)

Mostly I never knew which way was out Once it was on, it was on and that was that The umbilicus was a force that they’d found in rabid blood Then I spin on my wheel like a laboratory rat I was an electrical storm on the bathroom floor, clutching the bowl My blood was […]…

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“Jesus Alone” (Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds)

You fell from the sky Crash landed in a field Near the river Adur Flowers spring from the ground Lambs burst from the wombs of their mothers In a hole beneath the bridge You convalesced, you fashioned masks of twigs and clay You cried beneath the dripping trees Ghost song lodged in the throat of […]…

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Existentialism, Gnosticism, Nihilism: Culianu on Cioran

Existentialism We will not insist on analyzing the relations between existentialism and Gnosticism established by Hans Jonas. I have already done this elsewhere, in detail (Gnosticismo, pp. 119 sq.). Gnosticism and existentialism resemble the phenomenology of the being-in-the-world, which is “pro-iectation” (Geworfenheit), abandonment, forgetfulness, inauthenticity. But while this condition forms, for the Gnostic, only the…

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“Meet the Intellectual Founder of Brazil’s Far Right” (Letícia Duarte)

The Atlantic, 28 December 2019 Editor’s Note: This article is part of our “Democracy Undone” series about the erosion of liberal democracy around the world. PETERSBURG, Virginia—Talking with Olavo de Carvalho can be an exercise in self-restraint. As I walked into his house for an interview recently, he was sitting behind his desk, his gray hair neatly combed…

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“Bored in the USA” (Father John Misty)

How many people rise and say “My brain’s so awfully glad to be here For yet another mindless day”? I’ve got all morning to obsessively accrue A small nation of meaningful objects And they’ve got to represent me too By this afternoon, I’ll live in debt By tomorrow, be replaced by children How many people […]…

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“The Weeping Song” (Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds)

Go son, go down to the water And see the women weeping there Then go up into the mountain The men, they are weeping too Father, why are all the women weeping? They are all weeping for their men Then why are all the men there weeping? They are weeping back at them This is […]…

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“The Day the Conducator Died (an Xmas song)” (Scott Walker)

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I am nurturant Compassionate, caring Not so much Very much I am out-going Socially active Not so much Very much My ideal partner Should be assertive Not so much Very much And nobody waited for fire Nobody waited for fire Nobody waited for fire And nobody waited for…

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“Pure comedy” (Father John Misty)

The comedy of man starts like this Our brains are way too big for our mothers’ hips And so Nature, she divines this alternative We emerged half-formed and hope that whoever greets us on the other end Is kind enough to fill us in And, babies, that’s pretty much how it’s been ever since Now…

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“Death is not the end” (Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds)

Might as well be (when in doubt), who knows? Might as well not be (when inspired). In any case, Music only is allowed, and even driven, to sing that “death is not the end”; immortality and actuality belong to its essence. Just as Music only is entitled to posit, without any vulgarity whatsoever, that la…

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I came to discover this beautifully sad song by Brian Eno by watching an Italian film, La stanza del figlio (“The son’s room”), from director Nanni Moretti, by the way, also a beautifully sad film, downright devastating, about the tragic loss of a son, and his empty room in the house; about coping with loss, […]

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“If it be your will” (Antony Hegarty)

If it be your will That I speak no more And my voice be still As it was before I will speak no more I shall abide until I am spoken for If it be your will If it be your will That a voice be true From this broken hill I will sing to…

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All hail the singer, all sing the song, the hymn… to love. The room is cold and has been like this for several months. If I close my eyes I can visualise everything in it right down Right down to the broken handle on the third drawer down of the dressing table. And the world […]

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“Just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in” (Mickey Newbury)

Woke up this mornin’, The sundown shinin’ in. I found my broken mind, In a brown paper bag of Zen. Tripped on a cloud, I fell eight miles high. Tore my mind upon a jagged sky. I just dropped in to see what condition, My condition was in. Ah, ah. Pushed my soul in a…

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“Trickster” (Paul Radin)

Few myths have so wide a distribution as the one, known by the name of the Trickster, which we are presenting here. For few can we so confidently assert that they belong to the oldest expressions of mankind. Few other myths have persisted with their fundamental content unchanged. The Trickster myth is found in clearly…

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“Clara” (Scott Walker)

This is not a cornhusk doll Dipped in blood in the moonlight Like what happen in America This is us Our eyesides snagged Dipped in mob in the daylight Like what happen in America The breasts are still heavy The legs long and straight The upper lip remains short The teeth are too small The…

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“Corps de Blah” (Scott Walker)

Hence went and cracked an atom age old egg Beneath my nose The sky-clads ash with jettisoning the roost I’m bumping into leghorns in the darkness Excuse me Dear god, excuse me Accrue too flew and burned my teeth With kitchen matches struck on stone Boiling owls shriek Arab widow flayed cadenzas I’m wading through…

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“Teachers” (Leonard Cohen)

I met a woman long ago Her hair the black that black can go Are you a teacher of the heart? Soft she answered no I met a girl across the sea Her hair the gold that gold can be Are you a teacher of the heart? Yes, but not for thee I met a…

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“Working Notes of a Practising Neo-Generalist (#16) — On Montaigne and how to remember the books you read” (Mark Storm)

MEDIUM, April 3, 2018 On the ceiling beams of the Tower where he wrote his famous Essais, Montaigne had sayings carved into the wood; Latin and Greek quotes from the classical authors to inspire him. One of these is from Pliny the Elder (Naturalis Historia, ii. 7): “Solum certum nihil esse certi et homine nihil miserius aut superbius”…

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