We need something better than liberal irony.
I also went back and put up an unshared post on liberalism, conservatism, and imagining toward utopias, most of which is over a month old. I think I had higher expectations for it than I ever found, and I wasn’t sure I was saying what I wanted to say.
Sneaking a photo • Don’t disturb the peace
[Supernatural hope] alone can bestow on man the certain possession of that aspiration that is at once relaxed and disciplined, that adaptability and readiness, that strong-hearted freshness, that resilient joy, that steady preseverance in trust that so distinguish the young and make them lovable.
… As Saint Augustine so aptly says: “God is younger than all else.”
[C]ritics should not be “in the prediction business.” Neither, in our view, should philosophers, artists or historians, no matter how many have volunteered for such roles in recent years. From Silicon Valley to Substack, we have no shortage of prophets or pamphleteers these days, each of them eager to tell us why utopia or apocalypse lies right around the corner. What we lack, oddly enough, is thinking and writing that makes us more attentive to the world right in front of us—the here and now in all its mystery, strangeness and often tormented reality. Thinking and writing that helps us not to predict the future but to act as self-conscious citizens, who are both in touch with our historical moment and capable of determining our own course within it.
The brilliant idiot believes AI-generated art is humanity’s greatest artistic achievement.
The wise fool sees more beauty in a kindergarten’s first art project.
“Terror successfully marketed as Christianity is still terror.”
I don’t recall the last time I had any cough drops before today. And it occurred to me, as the cough drop simply fell away from the untwisted paper, that I have no memory of ever opening a cough drop that wasn’t stuck to the wrapper. That is, I expect all cough drops to be stuck to the wrapper. I assume this is because all the cough drops I had as a kid were old and/or had lived several lives melting inside my grandfather’s pocket before they made it to me. 🙂
Excerpts from Iain McGilchrist:
Currently Reading: On the Natural History of Destruction by W.G. Sebald 📚
These essays are made up of a series of lectures Sebald gave in Zurich in the autumn of 1997. The letters of response to which, as Sebald mentions in the foreword, were telling.
The inadequate and inhibited nature of the letters and other writings sent to me showed, in itself, that the sense of unparalleled national humiliation felt by millions in the last years of [World War II] had never really found verbal expression, and that those directly affected by the experience neither shared it with each other nor passed it on to the next generation.
This is in some ways perfectly understandable, he adds, “given the force of the absolute uncertainty that emerged from our order-loving minds.”
In spite of strenuous efforts to come to terms with the past, as people like to put it, it seems to me that we Germans today are a nation strikingly blind to history and lacking in tradition. We do not feel any passionate interest in our earlier way of life and the specific features of our own civilization …
I am not German and I cannot confirm what Sebald says about German culture. But I can say that I recognize something of what he is talking about in my own culture. And I will certainly be reading this book, as I’m sure Sebald intended, with at least one eye on the fact that he acutely describes a more universal problem, and one that we are intensely suffering from in the U.S. right now.
“We are always looking and looking away at the same time,” he says, and so we are left with “a half-consciousness or false consciousness” that serves to consolidate moral resources in a culture that has been, or ought to have been, morally discredited. “The redefinition of their idea of themselves … was a more urgent business than depiction of the real conditions surrounding them.”
Sebald notes that, in response to these lectures, he received “sharp reprimands from people unwilling to see that … a basic stance of opposition and a lively intelligence … could easily turn into more or less deliberate attempts to conform, and that later a man in the public eye … would therefore have to adjust his presentation of his career, through tactful omissions and other revisions.”
From my perspective, this is not only shockingly and obviously the case in American culture and politics, but it is in no way limited to the “man in the public eye.” To expand on Sebald’s terms: Every single citizen is preoccupied — at first naturally and then, apart from great effort, militantly — with an ongoing and retrospective improvement of the self-image that they wish to hand out and to hand down. The result is the inability of an entire generation, if not multiple generations, to describe what we see and to convey it to each other’s minds.