Date: Sat, 05 Jan 2002 14:59:12 -0600
From: allen scult <allen.scult-AT-drake.edu>
Subject: Re: the pleasures of speaking
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At 3:49 PM +0000 1/5/02, Michael Pennamacoor wrote:
>Allen glowingly recently:
>
>>Let's say I am posting primarily because I miss the pleasures of putting my
>>words in a form which gives me pleasure, at least in some some
>>part, because I
>>imagine it will give you pleasure. This giving and taking of pleasure
>>through speaking is a prime constituent of Dasein's worldly being as :
>>zwou logou econ (Looks like Eudora permits Greek to be written!).
>
>but not Outlook Express :-(
>
>[...]
>
>>And then there is the erotic dimension of these pleasure exchanges-- the
>>capacity of certain words, uttered in certain contexts of being-with, to
>>eroticize the saying of an idea. Plato contends with this aspect of himself
>>in a way which evokes Heidegger's admiration:
>>
>>"Specifically, Plato shows indirectly what the philosopher is by displaying
>>what the sophist is. . . Precisely on the path of reflection on the Being
>>of beings, Plato attains the correct ground for interpreting the sophist in
>>his Being." (Plato's Sophist, 9)
>
>And there is the pain of writing: I write but Heidegger('s thinking
>of being) does not arrive; the promise is not delivered
Hi Michael,
Speaking only for my narcissistic self, it doesn't really matter to
me if Heidegger ever comes. Kind of like Godot, he serves as an
excuse to keep talking--talk, which as Heidegger says, needs to be
ABOUT something. And the about-which the talk is has to be grounded
in some assumed Sichverstehen, which of course is also what the talk
is reaching out towards. The promise of its ever getting there is
only fulfilled in my imagination. I imagine that the group finds my
words sometimes communicate this Sichverstehen. I may of course be
totally alone here, but if I am, please have the kindness not to tell
me about it.
>(thus ending the promise) anymore than the promised land of the jews;
By the way,I've been to the geographical space in which this
so-called "promised land" is supposedly located. It doesn't exist.
Never has. It was and is an imagined Sichverstehen, serving a sort
of entelechial function in Biblical hermeneutics. In other words,
the so called "promised land" is just another Godot. A pretext for
talk. I wish Sharon understood this!
> it's not just the difficulty of standing under the complex and
>difficult thickets of words and turnings and crossings; he's always
>(already) under way; this hurts; I want him now, finished,
>completed, precis-able; but he eludes all finishments, he thinks the
>neither-nor, he refuses being a substantial thing, not a material
>girl is our Heidegger; he feels like an interminable piece of
>minimalist music, always the middle carrying the beginning and the
>ending with it at the speed of time.
>
>This is a pain to love.
Restoring Philo-sophia to its original painfulness! Is there any
other way to love?
Regards,
Allen
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HTML VERSION:
Allen glowingly recently:
>Let's say I am posting primarily because I miss the pleasures of putting my
>words in a form which gives me pleasure, at least in some some part, because I
>imagine it will give you pleasure. This giving and taking of pleasure
>through speaking is a prime constituent of Dasein's worldly being as :
>zwou logou econ (Looks like Eudora permits Greek to be written!).
but not Outlook Express :-(
[...]
>And then there is the erotic dimension of these pleasure exchanges-- the
>capacity of certain words, uttered in certain contexts of being-with, to
>eroticize the saying of an idea. Plato contends with this aspect of himself
>in a way which evokes Heidegger's admiration:
>
>"Specifically, Plato shows indirectly what the philosopher is by displaying
>what the sophist is. . . Precisely on the path of reflection on the Being
>of beings, Plato attains the correct ground for interpreting the sophist in
>his Being." (Plato's Sophist, 9)
And there is the pain of writing: I write but Heidegger('s thinking of being) does not arrive; the promise is not delivered
(thus ending the promise) anymore than the promised land of the jews;
it's not just the difficulty of standing under the complex and difficult thickets of words and turnings and crossings; he's always (already) under way; this hurts; I want him now, finished, completed, precis-able; but he eludes all finishments, he thinks the neither-nor, he refuses being a substantial thing, not a material girl is our Heidegger; he feels like an interminable piece of minimalist music, always the middle carrying the beginning and the ending with it at the speed of time.
This is a pain to love.
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