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Sunday, December 8, 2024

Aesthetic Philosophy: The State of the Art

Filed under: General — Tags: , — m759 @ 6:55 pm

Logo design suggested by a phrase of Alan Watts

Sunday, July 2, 2023

Thomas Mann of Zurich vs. Walter Tevis of Lexington

Filed under: General — Tags: , , , — m759 @ 4:41 am

Mann on Freud, Schopenhauer, and 'the Will'

"Denn um zu wiederholen, was ich anfangs sagte:
in dem Geheimnis der Einheit von Ich und Welt,
Sein und Geschehen, in der Durchschauung des
scheinbar Objectiven und Akzidentellen als
Veranstaltung der Seele glaube ich den innersten Kern
der analytischen Lehre zu erkennen." (GW IX 488)

Thomas Mann died in Zurich on 12 Aug., 1955.

"The author left his works in his will
to the Thomas Mann archive at the ETH Zurich.
"

Related meditation from Lexington, Kentucky, on
the date of Mann's death —

 

Or not.

Related literature —

The Queen's Gambit 
by Walter Tevis

Saturday, January 16, 2021

Nashville Death

Filed under: General — Tags: , — m759 @ 11:40 pm

" 'Across the street was the New York Doll Hospital,
a toy repair shop,' he told Lenny Kaye in an interview
for the Bob Gruen photo book New York Dolls  (2008)."

See as well other  posts now tagged Smiley's Neighborhood
in honor of the novelist known as John le Carré.

The novelist's nom de plume  suggests another tourist's tale —

"Before 1788, the French Quarter encompassed the entirety
of New Orleans. Today the 'old square'  (Vieux Carré ), a
six by twelve block parcel of land set on the inside of a bend
in the Mississippi River, remains New Orleans’ most definitive
area." — https://www.frenchquarter.com/sightseeing-in-the-old-square/

Wednesday, January 13, 2021

Hint

Filed under: General — Tags: , — m759 @ 1:48 am

From The Queen's Gambit , by Walter Tevis (1983) —

"She stopped and turned to Beth. 'There is no hint of a
Protestant ethic in Mexico. They are all Latin Catholics,
and they all live in the here and now.' Mrs. Wheatley
had been reading Alan Watts. 'I think I’ll have just one
margarita before I go out. Would you call for one, honey?'

Back in Lexington, Mrs. Wheatley’s voice would sometimes
have a distance to it, as though she were speaking from
some lonely reach of an interior childhood. Here in Mexico City
the voice was distant but the tone was theatrically gay, as though
Alma Wheatley were savoring an incommunicable private mirth.
It made Beth uneasy. For a moment she wanted to say something
about the expensiveness of room service, even measured in pesos,
but she didn’t. She picked up the phone and dialed six. The man
answered in English. She told him to send a margarita and a large
Coke to 713."

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