From behind 1.28
That era has passed.
Nothing that belonged to it exists anymore.
He avoided his subject, avoided, in fact, talking of any subject, had squandered a decade of gray life on an erudite work dealing with a forgotten group of unnecessary poetasters, and kept a detailed diary, in cryptogrammed verse, which he hoped posterity would someday decipher and, in sober backcast, proclaim the greatest literary achievement of our time.
Pnin, 156
Subsec. 2.
Of the Force of Imagination
What Imagination is, I have sufficiently declared in my Digression of the Anatomie of the Soule. I will only now point at the wonderfull effects and power of it; which, as it is eminent in all, so most especially rageth in melancholy persons, in keeping the species of objects so long, mistaking, amplifying them by continuall and strong meditation, untill at length it produceth in some parties reall effects, causeth this and many other maladies.
R. Burton, The Anatomy of Melancholy, 250
Subsec. 15.
Love of Learning, or overmuch Study. With a Digression of the Misery of Schollers, and why the Muses are Melancholy.
Because they cannot ride an horse, which every Clowne can doe; salute and court a Gentlewoman, carve at table, cringe and make congies, which every common swasher can doe [...]
Or if they be docile, yet all mens wills are not answerable to their wits, they can apprehend, but will not take paines; they are either seduced by bad companions and so spend their time to their friends griefe and their owne undoings.
Ibid., 305; 308
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Part I
Poseidon sass an seinem Arbeitstisch und rechnete. Die Verwaltung aller Gewaesser gab ihm unendliche Arbeit. Er haette Hilfskraefte haben koennen, wie viel er wollte, und er hatte auch sehr viele, aber da er sein Amt sehr ernst nahm, rechnete er alles noch einmal durch und so halfen ihm die Hilfskraefte wenig. Man kann nicht sagen, dass ihn die Arbeit freute, er fuehrte sie eigentlich nur aus, weil sie ihm auferlegt war, ja er hatte sich schon oft um froehlichere Arbeit, wie er sich ausdrueckte, beworben, aber immer, wenn man ihm dann verschiedene Vorschlaege machte, zeigte es sich, daa ihm doch nichts so zusagte, wie sein bisheriges Amt. Es war auch sehr schwer, etwas anderes fuer ihn zu finden. Nann konnte ihm doch unmoeglich etwa ein bestimmtes Meer zuweisen; abgesehen davon, dass auch hier die rechnerische Arbeit nicht kleiner, sondern nur kleinlicher war, konnte der grosse Poseidon doch immer nur eine beherrschende Stellung bekommen. Und bot man ihm eine Stellung ausserhalb des Wassers an, wurde ihm schon von der Vorstellung uebel, sein goettlicher Atem geriet in Unordnung, sein eherner Brustkorb schwankte. Uebrigens nahm man seine Beschwerden nicht eigentlich ernst; wenn ein Maechtiger sich quaelt, muss man ihm auch in der aussichtslosesten Angelegenheit scheinbar nachzugeben versuchen; an eine wirkliche Enthebung Poseidons von seinem Amt dachte niemand, seit Urbeginn war er zum Gott der Meere bestimmt worden und dabei musste es bleiben.
Kafka, Poseidon
Part I
Poseidon sat at his workdesk and computed. The administration of all the bodies of water supplied him with infinte labour. He might have had assistants, as many as he liked, and indeed he had very many, but since he took his office very seriously he would recompute everything personally and hence his assistants provided little aid. It cannot be said that he was happy with his work, rather, he executed it because he had been put in charge of it. Indeed, often he had applied for more cheerful work - this being his expression - but always when different suggestions were made to him it became evident that nothing really suited him quite like his current office. After all, it was very difficult to find something different for him. One could not possibly assign one specific ocean to him; disregarding the fact that even in this instance the work is not reduced but only more minute the great Poseidon could not but receive a leading position. And when offered a posting away from the water he would feel nauseous from the thought alone, his divine breathing lost order, his bronzed chest would heave. In any case, his complaints were not taken very seriously; when one of the mighty complains every effort has to be made to pretend to obey them even in the most hopeless affair; nobody really thought of an actual standing-down of Poseidon from office. Since the origin of time he had been destined as the god of oceans and this is how it had to remain.
Kafka, Poseidon
How Pnin came to the Soedinyonnie Shtati (the United States). "Examination on ship before landing. Very well! 'Nothing to declare?' 'Nothing.' Very well! Then political questions. He asks: 'Are you anarchist?' I answer 'First what do we understand under Anarchism? Anarchism practical, metaphysical, theoretical, mystical, abstractical, individual, social? When I was young,' I say, 'all this had for me signification.' So we had a very interesting discussion, in consequence of which I passed two whole weeks on Ellis Island."
Pnin, 11
...and his English was still full of flaws. That autumn he supplemented his Russian courses by delivering a weekly lecture in a so-called symposium ("Wingless Europe: A Survey of Contemporary Continental Culture") directed by Dr. Hagen. All our friend's lectures, including sundry ones he gave out of town, were edited by one of the younger members of the German Department. The procedure was somewhat complicated. Professor Pnin laboriously translated his own Russian verbal flow, teeming with idiomatic proverbs, into patchy English. This was revised by young Miller. Then Dr. Hagen's secretary, a Miss Eisenbohr, typed it out. Then Pnin deleted the passages he could not understand.
Pnin, 14-15
$1m silver coin unearthed in US6. Oktober, 1967 Freitag
Gestern in Miami betraten fuenf maskierte Pistolenbesitzer das Haus der du Ponts (33 Zimmer, Plaetze fuer Golf, Tennis, Schwimmen) und verliessen es nach gemuetlichen zweieinhalb Stunden mit Werten bis zu anderthalb Millionen Dollar, immer hoeflich. Als den gefesselten du Ponts kalt wurde, bekamen sie Decken uebergelegt, und als es du Pont am Bein juckte, kratzte ihn einer der Herren. Die du Ponts sprechen nicht unfreundlich von ihnen.
Jahrestage, 146
October 6, 1967 Friday
Yesterday in Miami five masked men bearing firearms entered the residence of the du Pont family (33 rooms, golf course, tennis course, pool) and left again leisurely in the possession of valuables amounting to $1,5 Million after two and a half hours. They always showed courtesy. When the tied up du Ponts felt cold they were covered with blankets, and when du Pont felt an itch on his leg one of the gentlemen scratched it for him. The du Ponts express no ill will toward them.
Jahrestage, 146.
One of the world's rarest coins, an 1866 silver US dollar worth more than $1m and feared lost, has been found by a librarian in the United States.
It was stolen almost 40 years ago from the prestigious du Pont family in an armed raid in Miami, Florida.
The man who found it said it turned up amongst a hoard of coins given to him by an "eccentric friend", AP reported.
Was fuer ein Einfall habe er denken und was fuer ein jaemmerliches Ergebnis notieren koennen. Die Woerter ruinieren was man denkt, das Papier macht laecherlich, was man denkt, und waehrend man aber noch froh ist, etwas Ruiniertes und etwas Laecherliches auf das Papier bringen zu koennen, verliert das Gedaechtnis auch noch dieses Ruinierte und Laecherliche. Aus einer Ungeheuerlichkeit mache das Papier eine Nebensaechlichkeit, eine Laecherlichkeit, sagte Konrad. Die Woerter sind dazu geschaffen, das Denken zu erniedrigen, ja, er gehe sogar so weit zu sagen, die Woerter seien dazu da, das Denken abzuschaffen, was ihnen einmal hundertprozentig gelingen werde.
What an idea! he had been able to think to himself and what a wretched result! he had had to note. Words ruin our thoughts, paper renders ridiculous our thoughts, and while one still remains cheerful to be able to commit something ruined and ridiculous to paper our memory will lose even the ruined and ridiculous thoughts. Paper renders a monstrosity into marginalia, into triviality, said Konrad. Words were created to humiliate thought, indeed, he even would go as far as to claim that words existed in order to abolish thought, a fact which one day they would totally accomplish.
Intschu-TschunaSollten Ihnen noch einige Vokabeln aus dem Apatschen Wortschatz gelaeufig sein, moechte ich Sie bitten diese im Kommentarbereich alsbald in Augenschein zu stellen.
Ntscho-Tschi
Iltschi
Silberbuechse
und nicht zuletzt:
der Henrystutzen
Ich habe den Bau eingerichtet und er scheint wohlgelungen. Von aussen ist eigentlich nur ein grosses Loch sichtbar, dieses fuehrt aber in Wirklichkeit nirgends hin, schon nach ein paar Schritten stoesst man auf natuerliches festes Gestein. Ich will mich nicht dessen ruehmen, diese List mit Absicht ausgefuehrt zu haben, es war vielmehr der Rest eines der vielen vergeblichen Bauversuche, aber schliesslich schien es mir vorteilhaft, dieses eine Loch unverschuettet zu lassen. Freilich manche List ist so fein, dass sie sich selbst umbringt.
Das war in Itzehoe vor ein paar Wochen. Die Nazis hatten am Oesauer Berg eine Versammlung, und als die Kommunisten ueber sie herfielen, was hatten sie mitgebracht? Ja, Stielrungen, Mistgabeln, Fahrradketten, Stacheldrahtkeulen, Naegelstoecke, Gummiknueppel.Immer nett mal wieder an daheim erinnert zu sein. Aber Johnson hat auch zu lange im anglophonen Ausland gelebt. Beweis Syntax: "Papenbrock mochte sich nicht anfreunden mit einem Mann, der trug keinen Hut." (S.70) Papenbrock didn't like being familiar with a man who wore no hat ?
Jahrestage, 70
Though more often than not, the majority of your time online is spent waiting. Waiting for pages to load and files to transfer. It is estimated that in America, several billion hours were wasted last year, as people waited for web sites to load. The waiting must stop. At last we have created the final solution.
Truth happens to an idea. It becomes true, is made true by events. Its verity is in fact an event, a process: the process namely of its verifying itself, its veri-fication. William James
Integral to understanding changes in both ourselves and our world, ‘the event’ is a concept attracting increased critical attention. Described as “a difference that makes a difference”, an event may happen, or be
manufactured, affect us and be effected by us, and thus emerges from the impossible cusp between contingency and necessity.
Eventfulness: the inocular grasp between idiocy and clemency
In my paper I propose to investigate the dependency of the event on hegemonic structures and social normative parameters. Since the advent of modernity the event has been marginalised through legislative and executive monopolisation of eventfulness. The media controls and domesticates events for the purposes of population control. Yet, the event holds an explosive and messianic promise, since its boundaries easily and unpredictably overflow the frames of control exerted. It can transgress reason, power, order and the reality principle. Thus the event is the other side of the coin of sovereignty and as such ought to be accorded theoretical recognition.
As an example of this challenge to sovereignty I will discuss the recent democratic revolution in Ukraine as the re-entry (in Spencer-Brown's and Luhmann's sense of the word) of the included excluded subject of modernity.
Dirty Dancing, Footloose and Porno Karaoke - On the margins of Event-representation
Of the different cultural forms of the Event dance and voice performance are the most radical. Dance and voice performance effect, in Bakhtin's terms, a diachronic carnivalesque suspension of the interpellative force of normalcy. That is to say that the event-full-ness of dance and voice as they traverse the moment of the performance cannot in their momentariness and momentum be invaded by the power/knowledge nexus and its panoptic technologies. This has been the case at least since the French Revolution, which, after all, began through the unvoidable speech of Mirabeau before parliament and the King's bailiff. At that time Mirabeau, as Kleist would have it, perfected 'the gradual completion of thought during speech'. Currently dance and the voice are the cultural forms that can operate outside order(s), while they produce their own, temporal and spatial inside(s).
In my paper I will demonstrate this argument by reading the films Dirty Dancing and Footloose in relation to dance, and the phenomenon of Porno Karaoke in relation to voice.
This guy (warning: site has no pop-ups) modded the wall over his bed with several shelves -- three, to be exact. The lack of visible shelf brackets is very futuristic (although brackets can give a shelf a cool steampunky look). If you want to try it yourself, step-by-step instructions are here. Sweet! Link (Thanks, Francis!)
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This period of my imaginary Americanization, during which I crisscrossed the entire United States, now on horseback, now in a dark brown Oldsmobile, peaked between my sixteenth and seventeenth years in my attempt to perfect the mental and physical attitudes of a Hemingway hero, a venture in mimicry that was doomed to failure for various reasons that can easily be imagined.
The Emigrants, 70
"I hate doing this," he muttered under his breath and, "Bloody people," as he smiled wryly, apparently blissfully unaware that microphones on the ground in front of him were picking up every murmur. [...] "I can't bear that man anyway. He's so awful, he really is. I hate these people," Charles added as a not so sotto voce running commentary to his sons...