Archive | January 2014

The Mendaciousness of Tony Blair

If there is anyone I hold in lower regard than George W. Bush (and possibly even lower than Canada’s current Prime Minister Stephen Harper), it is former “New Labour” Party leader and UK Prime Minister Tony Blair.  On occasion, I allow myself some latitude to indulge in repugnance and disdain for the “celebrated” (and it’s not as if my posts are entirely free of that mood of disdain).

So it is with a feeling somewhat akin to nausea that I read in today’s Guardian the completely indigestible views of Mr. “Born-Again” Tony Blair on the links between violence and religion (“Extremist religion is at root of 21st-century wars, says Tony Blair“).

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A Delirium of Nihilism

Delirium: (n) A sporadic or temporary mental disturbance associated with fever, intoxication, shock, or injury and marked by restlessness, excitement, hallucinations, and general incoherence (< de — down, away + lira — furrow, track)

Reading Zygmunt Bauman’s Liquid Modernity (which I recommend, and which is available for download online as mentioned in a comment in the last post) brought to mind an exchange of emails I once had with a professor at Harvard. He had written an interesting piece for a journal that specialised in the history and philosophy of science and technology — an area I’m particularly interested in — and in it he addressed the dichotomisation of reality and of the modern mind. I emailed him seeking clarification of some of his points.

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Visions of the Flux

For months, now, I’ve been having  the same strange and bewildering dream, over and over again, although it keeps shifting its format and mode of presentation and representation. It’s a dream of the integral consciousness structure, and it keeps recurring as though trying to make itself understood or comprehensible to my mind. I’ve posted nothing on this to date because it seemed too indeterminate and in continual flux. There was simply nothing I could say about it that wouldn’t appear contradictory or a confused jumble of impressions.

But last night, something of an image suggested itself in yet another repeat of my dream of the integral, and I’m feeling bold enough — or foolish enough — to try to put it into words even though, to my grammatically-oriented mind, the vision seems quite unarticulated and incoherent itself.

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