Romanticism 20: Keats and Shelley and OOO. I'm reminded of an earlier reflection on Whitehead's and Schelling's process ontology of organism and the principle of non-contradiction. Keat's Ode on a Grecian Urn.
A week and a half ago, Jason/Immanent Transcendence posted the first volley of our summer reading group on chapter zero of Terence Deacon's Incomplete Nature: How Mind Emerged from Matter (2012). In that chapter, Deacon introduced the key conceptual locus of the book, what he calls the absential features of living and psychic systems: "phenomena whose existence is determined [...]
Levi Bryant/Larval Subjects has a few new post up (HERE and HERE) about the contingently constructed concept of "nature" and about his own flavor of monistic materialism. Bryant and I have argued in the past about his materialism and its lack of formal and final causality. I've been claiming that ideas and purposes are real, [...]
Jason/Immanent Transcendence has written the first response for our summer reading group. Chapter 0 of Terrence Deacon's new book Incomplete Nature: How Mind Emerged from Matter introduces what he calls the "absential" features of the universe. According to Deacon, the defining property of every living or psychic system is that its causes are conspicuously absent from the [...]
I'm off tomorrow to Pyramid Lake, NV to attend the 3rd Symbiosis Gathering. I attended the last gathering in 2009 just outside Yosemite. Here are some images from that event: It's a dazzling mix of art, music, and culture all put together by two graduates of CIIS, Karen and Kevin KoChen. This year we'll have [...]
I'll be working on a comprehensive examination this summer on the recent resurgence of Schelling in continental philosophy. Jason Wirth recently published a short article on this resurgence. Below is the beginnings of a reading list for the comp. exam. My goal is to focus on contemporary scholarship (last 10-15 years), but a slightly older [...]
"Albino Pheasants" (1977) by Patrick Lane At the bottom of the field where thistles throw their seeds and poplars grow from cotton into trees in a single season I stand among the weeds. Fenceposts hold each other up with sagging wire. Here no man walks except in wasted time. Men circle me with cattle, cars [...]