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Ah, that lesson in philosophy class, after a year of reading about people who failing to prove God's existence in ever more convoluted logical knots and you get to Sartre who actually has something interesting to say. 'S true. I'm an interesting guy.
My favorite webcomic does some of my favorite French philosophers in one of my favorite TV shows:
Cross Post from Books Thread First section of To the Finland Station deals with Frenchmen that I know very little about and have never read: Jules Michelet
Oh, and an Italian:
First section of To the Finland Station deals with Frenchmen that I know very little about and have never read: Jules Michelet
Oh, and an Italian:
Existential Comics: Jury Selection No Karl this time, but Kropotkin shows up...and moi!
Sexy Vampires and Existential Philosophy With a joke at my expense.
Haven't said much (anything) about France in here lately. Vive le Galt!
How Brits and French people protest very differently Although, it could just as easily be Yanks.
My gal pal DMs again: Dungeons and Dragons and Philosophers VI: The Angsty Dragon of Angst
The Coming of the French Revolution by Georges Lefebvre Vive le Galt! About halfway done Parable and started reading some comics.
Radical freedom, indeed. Here's my girlfriend playing D&D:
"Utilitarian"?!? That's f~!~ing philosophy, Comrade BeeNee!
Foutre, philistines!
Nor does it have any impact on the society at large, after all who's heard of Kirkegard, Kant, or Camu?Educated people have heard of Kierkegaard, Kant, and Camu. Plus Hume, Hegel, Descartes, Bacon, Wittgenstein, de Beauvoir, Gautama, Gandhi, Augustine, Chomsky, and plenty of others. [Shakes fist after he sees that dear Simone and execrable Al are included, but not me]
'The Second Sex' is proving to be excellent, especially as we're now into the rude bits Oh, Simone, mon amour, je t'aime, baby...Now go find me some other partners, ooh la la!
read a short Filmguide to The Battle of Algiers by one Joan Mellen,I'm actually watching the Battle of Algiers right now. It's kind of rough. The Battle of Algiers, bien sur, was kind enough to name drop moi.
Hell is--other posters!
I wonder when the Pasolini revival's gonna begin.
I'd expect Frenchies, even ones who's nation didn't modernize until the '60s, to be less sexually repressed than Anglos any day of the week.
Hands off the Boston School Bus Union Five! MLK Message from the Fired Leaders of Local 8751, Boston School Bus Drivers Down with Veolia, Transdev, whatever they're called now! For tankie-led unions everywhere!
And, finally, my favorite article about the Charlie Hebdo massacre thus far:
Jean Jaures: The Musical Interlude Vive le Galt!!! Online English translation for monolinguists like moi
Spoiler: They were worn out at fifteen
They neared the end right from the start It was December all the year round What a life our grandparents had Between absinthe and high mass! They were old before being born Bodies on a leash fifteen hours a day Turned their faces ashen grey Yes our Lordship, yes our good Master Why did they kill Jaurès? Why did they kill Jaurès? If it can’t be said they were slaves
If, God forbid, they survived
Ask yourselves, you bright young things
Sorry I have nothing better to offer than Russia Today, comrades, but... From Ferguson to France, It's Right to Resist! Only Workers Revolution Will Avenge Remi Fraisse! Vive le Galt!
I don't mean to dissuade you. It wasn't terrible, it was just kind of blah. It was pretty much everything you've ever heard about it and not much more. Wordly attachments are bad. Do your duty. Be virtuous. Life is transient. Worldy attachments are bad. Now I'm going to go invade this country over here and take their people into slavery and concubinage. (It might not say that last part.) Anyway, I mostly just posted to say "See Limey, me too!" and to tell the story about my Buddhist monk player's daughter. And to taunt the horseface. Although, tomorrow morning, Kirth Gersen is going to hee hee! mightily when he sees us discussing The Republic.
I usually hesitate to comment on books I didn't much care for, but seeing as how it was written by a long, long dead stooge of the plutocracy: I was very disappointed when I read Meditations. Happily, my edition was printed in 1945 as part of something called "The Classics Club" and it came with two highly enjoyable dialogues by Lucian of Samasota (yes, I only wrote this post to further bond with Comrade Longears), as well as an excerpt from Pater's Marius the Epicurean and an Apology by some Christian martyr named Justin who may or may not, I wouldn't know, have been a big horseface. In other ancient Stoic news, my Buddhist monk player stopped playing with us a while back after his daughter was born. Not only is he a Buddhist monk, but his wife is a new-age hippie and they named her Aurelia. [Says it aloud] Poor thing. Puberty's gonna be hell.
Blondie does Randy and the Rainbows Ooohw-fa-fa!
As long as they remember to wait up for me, it's fine. I flipped through that Existential Comics and I found you, Sam, Dungeon Mastering for Shakespeare, Dostoyevsky and a couple of mathematicians. Hee hee!
You might as well argue about each other. We authors are on strike. You ain't gettin' another word out of us, pinksins!
I've seen references to this now in a number of places, but nobody seems to know what book it's from. I've only finished through the section on Don Juanism in The Myth and haven't seen any mention along these lines. Based on what I know of it, it seems more likely to be found in The Rebel. Page seven in the Vintage edition, although no combination of "French writer suicide sell books" gets me any google results. Although, I suppose I am just assuming the suicidal writer was French. Also, I can't figure out who Peregrinos was. Al was such a show-off.
"But it must be said that of the thinkers who refused a meaning to life none except Kirilov who belongs to literature, Peregrinos who is born of legend*, and Jules Lequier who belongs to hypothesis, admitted his logic to the point of refusing that life. "*I have heard of an emulator of Peregrinos, a post-war writer who, after having finished his first book, committed suicide to attract attention to his work. Attention was in fact, attracted, but the book was judged no good." Btw, Al stills owes me fifty bucks from that epic pub crawl we went on after Liberation. I think he went home with Simone that night... [Curses in French]
Simon, have you started Myth of Sisyphus yet? If so, I forget, who was the dude who wrote his book and then killed himself as a publicity stunt in order to assure sales? And then his book wasn't any good?
Zut alors, I ain't writing shiznit for you, pinkskins! Authors strike!!!
But once you read the truly brilliant, such as by Albert Camus, [Curses in French]
Yeah, I don't owe you shiznit, pinkskins.
I watched Contempt again last night. Holy f@*!ing shiznit, and that's not because of Brigitte Bardot's bare bum in the opening scene. [Ooohw-fa-fa!] You know, I think the Boston Phoenix ran articles on it every time it played at the Brattle or the Harvard Film Archives and I still waited 37 years before I saw it. If you like pretentious French flicks, this one's for you!
Vive le Galt! I forgot that this film includes a pleasing tribute to me.
Obligatory Musical Interludes:
I preferred Le salaire de la peur.
a) I really don't remember the Satanism scare as being that big a deal on a personal/local level. No stats or nothing, but I don't think that it was. I met a guy during Occupy who was raised in some Southern evangelical church that spoke in tongues and all that. He told me that when he first came to New Hampshire, he did some missionary work and the consensus among his brethren was that New Englanders were the worst bunch of irreligious heretical apostates in the country. According to his brethren, we are "too practical." The Black Goblin's mother excepted, of course. EDIT: Of course, this is assuming you were raised in New England.
My parents, while despairing at my taste in literature (Michael Moorcock, etc), were never bothered about it and didn't have a problem with D&D , either. My mother did make me throw my Black Sabbath albums away, though. I lent a kid in my neighborhood a copy of the classic book Saga of Old City by Gary Gygax and his mother found it and threw it away! Later, I found his older brother had squirrelled it out of the trash and hidden it away with his porno mags. Down with mothers!!!
My hetero life partner, The Black Goblin, played D&D in a middle school and had great fun until some busy-body demented Christian maniac intervened and made the school revoke the club's charter. Worst part was, it was The Black Goblin's mother. He's got subscriptions to every one of the game-material related subscriptions, so I think he's trying to make up for lost time.
Allegedly, Honore Balzac changed his name to Honore de Balzac because he got paid by the word. I only kinda skimmed the last bunch, so I'm not really sure what's under contention, but the interplay of artistic genius and hackdom has provided a wondrous array of fabulous results in the world of literature, as every fan of sci-fi and fantasy novels should know.
Picked up The Myth of Sisyphus yesterday. Tell that [French swearing] that I said [French swearing].
Well, then, Ecrasez l'infame! (with various Frenchie punctuation marks) |
