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Cars, Planes and Rockets [08 Jul 2002|01:02pm]
It is more than simply technological. There's something about the position of the body, like if you fell off a building or a pier or a cliff, backwards, arms and legs crumpling upwards. In a car the movement is horizontal and planar with the surface of the earth. Transcendence means nothing to driving -- it is purely an immanent activity: city faces loom towards and away, forests of pine or spruce hang glibly over, valleys surround and suck, mountains mountain. The plane links transendence and immanence; it moves with ease between sedimentations of perspective; yet it's directionality is more car then rocket (the latter being pure transcendence, escape velocity, space as void, empty of transcendence and immanence, but knowing the trans- of motion, the im- of immersion). The plane glides through the planar, it does not puncture the layering of altitudes but navigates their edges, silently finding time to climb-above, descend-below.

The car is spatial. The plane is temporal. The rocket a twisting of the two.
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Form/Content/Contour [27 Jun 2002|05:24pm]
Self-consciousness of form is a mark of understanding, if not your place, then at least the potential of your place. Form oft comments on content but rarely the other way around. A step back: thinking form as a container for content. Step forward: thinking content as a container for form. Step through and beyond: content and form have nothing to do with containment but are perceptible contours of the same embodied meaning. One page: two sides. Topologically though: one page:one side, bending behind itself to meet itself again.
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[20 Jun 2002|12:15pm]
Is it possible for a philosopher to jump over their own shadow? That is, leap beyond their historical situation and think what will come to be? Sometimes it seems that thinkers think beyond the possibilities of their own time, but it it precisely in the uncanny understanding of their own time that their thinking begins to look like an "other" thought; that is, the more one understands their own time the more strange it seems and the more one's thoughts, one's writings seem to exist elsewhere, beyond, in what has yet to arrive.
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[17 Jun 2002|03:22pm]
Time has always been seem as a continous line, the "now" being the "present moment" (instance) which is impossible to grasp for it lies outside time (the now as the eternally returning, becoming past in the same moment that it becomes its future). The line is limited by two points (future and past)...it all depends on what we mean by the limit...
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History [29 May 2002|06:12pm]
History is the idea that humans can see, outside themselves, their own creations. Yet we must remember that the eye is itself the first of creators.
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[29 May 2002|04:36pm]
But let’s move on, “threading” a different path through these quotations, and highlight the change from “the clue” to “the guidelines,” am Leitfaden der Seinsfrage. Within the Leitfaden we have the guideline, the guidebook, the guiding thread (faden) and the “clue” of ’62 which stems, most likely, from the guiding thread. In English the “clue” carries with it the “clew,” the ball of thread in myths that helped one escape from a maze or labyrinth. Of course we touch now upon Ariadne’s thread given to Theseus, traditionally held as a metaphor concerning the delicate thread of reason: That is, Theseus is given the thread of reason (a gift from the goddess) in order to make his way through Dedalus’ irrational, confusing Labyrinth to slay the Minotaur. And to play even more, let us take the “slaying” of the Minotaur “in the past,” slew (or slue), that is, to slip sideways from the clew to the sleuthing of the detective, who we could suggest, has an ancestor in the figure of Theseus. This “slue,” as well, can signify a twisting and turning, and thus before long, within the labyrinth of language and etymology, we have not a faden, a thread, a threading of reason, but a knot, an irrational clump of twisted twine going this way and that, a knot, no less, that tangles together an amazing set of facts: the translations of Stambaugh and Macquarrie and Robinson, the teacher Spanos and the student Bove, the clue of Being, the multiple quotations, the Leitfaden, the detective, the dis-solving and (or of) the solving, the guidebook, Sein und Zeit, etc. – all tied up into a (self)bounded mess of a knot. But let us not get lost.
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