Books: Part 12

Before I get into this post, I just want to preface it by saying that I know this one took quite a while. I have been quite busy at work, as I will be for the rest of this month actually, so I have had less free time than usual. I also spent a couple evenings writing the most recent update to the post I’m working on which covers various pre-Socratic philosophers, which of course also meant I couldn’t be writing on the next full upload those nights. I do want to spend more time adding to that post, because it is really where my interest is primarily right now, so I might upload slightly less frequently for a little while because I will be adding to that. Now that’s out of the way, I hope this post is a worthwhile read. It’s a little on the shorter side compared to some of the stuff I’ve been uploading lately, but I didn’t have too much to say.

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The reason I started this series was in order to decide what books of mine I was holding on to for no good reason, and therefore should be thrown away or donated. I thought it would take an afternoon, but soon it will have been a whole year and I doubt I’ll be finished even then. Because of this, there has been a pile of books waiting to be taken away in the corner of my bedroom that has slowly grown to be quite a nuisance. So just over a month ago, I decided to start getting rid of these books and clear some space again. Come to think of it, there was no good reason for me to have held on to them all this time, if the plan was just to get rid of them either way. I don’t know why I felt like it had to be all at once. Regardless, when I was taking them away I found that there was one book amongst the pile that I couldn’t bring myself to discard.

In the third part of this series, which I uploaded some time early last year, I briefly mentioned a book called The Crying of Lot 49. This was back when I wasn’t really dedicating a whole post to one book but just sort of going through the pile I have a few at a time. I hadn’t really developed a structure for this series yet. It’s very likely you’ve heard of it before, it’s a very famous book, but I was quite dismissive of it. It was a gift though, and more than that I never did actually read beyond the first chapter. So seeing it and being annoyed at myself for getting pleb filtered, I decided that instead of throwing it away I would give it a second chance and read it through entirely. Well I’ve finished it now, it’s a fairly short novel, and I have to say I really regret being so dismissive because it was quite good.

I’m not going to attempt any kind of serious literary analysis, because I am incapable, I am just going to give my thoughts on it. My thoughts being, essentially, that this book is beautifully written. Pynchon is able to do something with the English language that I couldn’t have even envisaged until seeing it done. There is a plot unlike what I said before, and also unlike what I said about it before once you get accustomed to Pynchon’s unusual style it’s very easy to follow, but where the book really comes into it’s own is when it goes down these very brief asides. It’s hard for me to really illustrate it in my own writing, because I am no Pynchon, but I actually believe that the cover art on the copy I have (pictured below) actually represents the style rather well in visual form.

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The meandering nature of the telling of this story is very much like a dream, which is really what makes this book so enjoyable. I have always been drawn to art that is able to somehow capture the experience of dreaming, or some part of that experience at least, in it’s own way. I was fascinated for a time by Surrealist artists like Dali and Magritte even as a young boy, shortly after I remember my mum taking me to a surrealist art exhibition. My favourite film of all time is Brazil, as I’ve probably stated on this blog before a couple times, and that film is literally the closest thing I’ve found to a dream being captured on film. I really should write a whole post about it some day. I’ve talked about Ariel Pink a few times, who is able to capture something from the dream experience in his music in a way that really intrigues me.

In literature though, I’ve never really found anything that was able to do it. I read a book by Haruki Murakami after a recommendation to from a friend back in 2015, Kafka on the Shore, and in some respects there is a dreamlike quality to it. It’s not really within the writing itself though, but rather the plot. Well more like plots plural, because from what I remember it’s like two different novels that the author switches back and forth between. Anyway the characters in these stories, and from what I understand most of his books are similar, have a tendency to ignore or be unfazed at least by things which are in fact kind of fantastical or even magical. Which is rather like a dream, if you think about it.

When you sleep, you enter a world that makes no sense at all. Yet we never seem to really notice, until after we wake. The locations are unfamiliar, yet feel like places we know intimately. People move and behave in ways that are impossible, or out of character, and we don’t even seem to care. I think KotS did a good job of recreating that, and maybe I should read some of his other books. Pychon however, not only does this as well though much more overtly as I’ll try to explain later, but also captures this within his very writing. The way he drifts from subject to subject, only for a second before moving on again, it creates this very dreamlike flow.

His writing is a bit overwhelming at first, there are sentences that run on to be the length of a short paragraph. Where you’ll reach the end and have forgotten what the context was at it’s start. The language itself is rich, I even had to look up what a word meant a few times and I think I have a reasonably sizeable vocabulary though I could definitely benefit from learning more. It’s not like there isn’t a lot I still could learn, English has more words than any other language in the world. In fact I may have even said this before, but one of the reasons I’m hesitant to attempt to learn another language is because in a way I still feel like I’m learning English. I do love the English language and I think it is more complex and beautiful than it tends to get credit for. Indeed this very book I’m talking about is a monument to what it is capable of with the right mind. Although maybe that’s partly a cope, I’m also just too lazy and dumb to learn another language.

Anyway staying on topic, once you do adjust to his style then the book really opens up and you just find yourself being drawn along this winding story which takes you from one wacky scene to the next and you just accept it. As do the characters themselves, so it’s not only that the plot and the way the characters are presented is as if they are in a dream or dreamlike state, but the experience of reading the book puts the reader into one also in a sense. Or at least it recreates that one aspect of the dream experience for you, and this is achieved with the written word alone which I find to be a rather impressive achievement. It’s so well done, and this hypnagogic feel that the book has is the result of multiple different literary choices.

There is one chapter in particular which is where this book reaches it’s peak, artistically speaking, in my opinion. It’s towards the end where the protagonist, an adultress so hardly a likeable character, Oedipa Maas (all the names of all the characters in this book are equally weird, my personal favourite being Mike Fallopian) wanders around a city at night in a sleep deprived haze questioning whether the events of the story so far are trustworthy or if she is being set up in some way. I won’t go into any detail about the events of the story here, but to give some explanation the book tells a detective story of sorts and has the main character attempting to track down two mysterious private postal service companies who have been feuding with one another for centuries.

In this chapter, she wanders the city at night and begins to see the symbol of one of the two companies (Thurn and Taxis, a real postal company from history that became a princely house in the Holy Roman Empire and who are still an incredibly wealthy family of the German aristocracy to this day) everywhere. The reason she begins investigating them in the first place being that she stumbled onto the sign in a public bathroom, at first she just thinks that she’s seeing the sign more frequently as the book continues because she knows what to look for. In this chapter though, it becomes clear that in at least some cases she’s clearly hallucinating, and the places she notices the symbol in become stranger and stranger.

It’s a fantastic little book, and I’m definitely going to hold onto it because I think I very well might read it again now I’ve gotten accustomed to Pynchon’s style more and I might better be able to enjoy the early chapters which I read while still easing into the book. I should read other books of his though, partly because as brilliant as this one was it’s not where his passion was apparently. Indeed from interviews it seems that he considered this book to be a “potboiler”, a work designed to sell well and provide him with the funds to live comfortably and work on what he considered to be his real life’s work. It’s kind of demoralising to read that, that this book which is better written and more clever than anything I might write was just a means to an end for the one who wrote it. He is a very intelligent individual though, apparently starting a degree in physics at 16 but quitting to serve in the military according to Wikipedia.

I say it’s demoralising because recently, and indeed primarily as a result of reading this book, I’ve started to wonder again if perhaps I could ever write something myself. Of course I write every week for this blog, but I mean fiction/ a novel or short story or something like that. That’s what I wanted to do when I was very young, I used to love writing little stories and even later on going into secondary school I wrote some awful poems to share with my friend. I think I talked a little about this already in one of the earlier parts of this series. Generally speaking though, I’m not a particularly artsy/ creative type of person. I’m just not that way inclined, I can sometimes be profoundly affected by art and I have a reverence for what it can sometimes be, but I don’t have this urge to just “create” that some people seem to have.

I like what art, and particularly writing (perhaps because the medium is so old, and has had it’s potential explored with a great deal of thoroughness) is capable of, and the idea that I could express my ideas and thoughts through it somehow, but I don’t have this real need for it that some people talk about having. I could live my life without ever writing a novel, or painting a picture, or doing anything in whatever other creative outlet you can think of. Some people I think would rather leave something awful than leave nothing at all, whereas I would prefer to leave something rather than nothing but if I am only capable of mediocrity or worse then I would prefer not to leave anything. Of course, if I were to do anything it would have to engage this fascination with the ethereal that I have.

Reading this book, it’s just reminded me of what literature is capable of being. It’s not a masterpiece, but it’s a really special little book that I’m glad I read. I think I should try to read more, I used to read so much as I’ve talked about here. I have started reading more lately, last year I read the most I had since I was 16, but it’s mostly been history and philosophy (non-fiction). I’ve been reminded that writing can be beautiful and evocative and funny and charming etc etc etc. I wonder if I could ever do something like that, in my own small way because of course I’m no Pynchon. If not professionally, not someone who is published or who is able to make a living from writing, could I at least have this blog be more than what it is right now?

As well as being a place to share my thoughts, to talk about my silly first world troubles, could it actually have some greater aesthetic value one day? I don’t know, I think my writing has certainly improved since I started this blog. I’ve said this more than once already recently in fact. Although because I had forgotten so much, it’s more like I have simply returned to the level I was at when I finished secondary school. I don’t think that my prose is any better than something a teenager could produce, but I can continue to improve. Or I can try at the very least, and reading more will only aid in this endeavour. I will have to see what happens, as will those of you who are following and interested to see what happens with this blog.

I’m not really sure how to end this entry, but I think I’ve covered everything I wanted to when I started writing this morning. Except for one thing actually, which I wanted to try and fit in when I was talking about the book but I guess kind of works here as well. The ending of the book itself. See, the book slowly builds up tension throughout as Oedipa gets closer to finding out the truth of the mystery she’s following (outside of a couple of brief asides like when she has to visit her therapist/ husband’s MKUltra handler in the middle of a shootout with the police) and it concludes with her standing in a room with a man who is just about to reveal himself as one of the figures involved. The moment is about to arrive, she is shaking and preparing for how to react, and that’s where the book ends. Almost like, you’re being woken up.

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Meditations on The First Philosophers

Despite the fact that no one is even reading it, and that it’s become more of a hindrance than a help when it comes to getting through the book, I feel obligated to finish what I started with this post. In a sense at least

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I’ve been really lazy lately and one result of this is that I read almost nothing for a couple months, but fairly recently I finally decided to pick up that Oxford World Classics book about the Pre-Socratics that I mentioned buying a copy of in the last philosophy/ reading related entry I uploaded. I’ve been having quite a lot of difficulty with this one though, I have to admit it. The issue is not actually that what’s being talked about is too complex for me, which is what I was expecting would be my first “wall” on this journey. No, instead the real issue is that there’s so little to really engage with in many cases. Some of the thinkers in this book have no surviving writings whatsoever, instead their sections in the book are comprised of simply an introduction to the thinker from the translator as in every section and some translated “testimonia” from various ancient doxographers or historians.

These testimonia are pretty similar in appearance to the fragments I’ve seen so far (I’ve only just finished the third section in the book, after the general introduction, on Heraclitus) in that they are relatively short quotes taken from longer works, some of which also no longer survive in full. A lot of the actual fragments are in fact also taken from these same works, in most cases I don’t believe they’re from literal papyrus fragments, but it is well established these other ancient writers were quoting directly. A few of the chosen testimonia are a little more substantial, but so far the longest of the surviving fragments has been no more than a few sentences cut off from any greater context.

Almost every single translated fragment or testimonia in this book is taken from a collection referred to as Dielz/ Kranz, which from what I understand is an anthology put together by two german professors in the early 1900s collecting every existing fragment of writing that survives from the thinkers generally referred to as the Pre-Socratics and any writings directly relating to what they believed or taught from other ancient authors. Dielz/ Kranz is pretty much the definitive collection and the numbering used in that collection is the academic standard, often rather than quoting a particular fragment or testimonia academic papers will simply cite it’s Dielz/ Kranz number. I imagine it’s assumed that any serious academics can both read ancient Greek (which is pretty close to modern day Greek believe it or not) and have a copy of this collection on hand.

This book I have doesn’t translate the entire Dielz/ Kranz though, only “all the most important fragments” and “the most informative testimonia” were included in this collection. Now I knew this before buying the book, but I chose to go with this rather than another book I found which translates every single fragment into English (but none of the testimonia I believe) because this one includes introductions and explanatory writing which I thought I might really need. There’s not a whole lot, in the introduction the translator even states that he had to resist the temptation to put a book together that is much longer but where his own writings prevent the reader from making their own mind up, but there’s enough to put together some kind of narrative.

Even with what little he does say there is still the risk that his interpretation is going to colour my first impressions of these fragments though, and given the fact that he only translated what he thought was necessary there is additional concern. It was only during this third chapter that a lot of these concerns really made themselves clear to me, because Heraclitus is a notoriously enigmatic writer. Apparently even in antiquity, when native speakers of ancient greek had access to his full body of work, he was known as “the obscure”. The translator says that in the case of Heraclitus he translated every fragment that was philosophical in nature, but honestly if I hadn’t been told that then I wouldn’t have interpreted some of the ones that were translated as philosophical comments, and I’ve read a couple online that weren’t included in this which to me seemed like they should have been.

Sure this translator (and scholar) has a much better understanding than me and so I am willing to defer to him, but I’m still a little concerned about relying on someone else to decide for me which fragments are and aren’t philosophically relevant and therefore perhaps getting a distorted view of what Heraclitus believed by not seeing some crucial statement or proclamation of his. Again, because he’s so notoriously divisive and his statements have been interpreted in all sorts of ways. In fact it’s not just what is chosen that might have an effect on my reading of him, even the order in which the fragments are presented might have influenced my initial thoughts. The translator admitted that he deliberately orders the fragments in this book so as to best help you understand each writer’s ideas, but again that really means what he believes are the writer’s ideas.

I think I was right about needing that extra scholarly advice though, without the introductory writing I would have had a far harder time getting anything at all out of these fragments. Indeed for Heraclitus even with the introduction from the translator, which did a great deal to try and put together some coherent set of ideas from these surviving fragments, I still had a lot of difficulty seeing anything in these disjointed sentences. There’s so little, a few pages of quotes really, I actually read through his section completely a second time trying to understand him better. I’ve also skimmed through that section a few more times since, trying to think about what to say in this post. Which hopefully has diminished any possible interpretive influence from the specific ordering given in this book, as I read it in reverse the second time and then just a few parts at random.

Ultimately though, all of these concerns pale in comparison to the real realisation I had while reading this same third chapter. That being the question of translation, and whether you can ever truly translate anything. It came up in this section because Heraclitus famously used the very language and structure of his writing to further reinforce his point, or perhaps according to other people to express a deeper or esoteric hidden meaning through his writing. A lot of this could be completely missed had I instead picked up that unannotated collection mentioned before, but even here I can only be told about it. Either in the introductory portion of the chapter, or in the endnotes at the back of the book which I have been checking.

By reading Heraclitus in any language other than what he wrote you’ll never actually experience the phonetic wordplay that he, and perhaps other thinkers in this book, considered a crucial part of their message. We don’t even know exactly what format the original works that these fragments are from looked like, it’s possible that Heraclitus only published a collection of aphorisms and shorter statements designed to be deliberately packed with as much meaning as possible or longer proto-essay like writings. Even the figurative tone of voice with which he “speaks” is something about which scholars have debated, he takes a deliberately authoritative one as if perhaps to encourage disagreement.

He definitely wrote in prose at least, unlike some of the thinkers in this book who preferred the verse form for communicating their message. I’m interested to see how those sections go actually because the way I see it the closer to the original you try to get when translating poetry, the further away you usually end up. I could elaborate on this, but I’ll save it for an upcoming post in my Books series rather than veering of topic here. Generally speaking though, I think that poetry in particular is basically impossible to translate because more value is placed on peculiarities of the specific language the poem is written in. However for a prose writer, Heraclitus still used a lot of wordplay and interesting writing techniques to further make his point.

In a way his work was still kind of poetic, like he hadn’t fully made the transition away from poetry. After all, poetry is older than prose believe it or not. I think that most people nowadays are surprised to learn this because the way we think is prose-like almost, we assume that matter of fact writing and verbal communication is the norm. In fact it seems to be the almost universal consensus that verse communication actually came first. Somewhere along the way we transition from this poetic mode of thinking to a prosaic one, and Heraclitus and many of the other thinkers in this book existed at a kind of inbetween stage.

For example he supposedly thought that words that sounded similar to one another had a sort of kinship, and that there was always some significance there. Now in reality it might be the case that the similarity in how two words sound is completely coincidental etymologically speaking, but that doesn’t matter because he did see significance there and that might tell us something about his thought. Maybe in his mind there was no such thing as coincidence, we really can’t say what his thoughts on language were because there doesn’t seem to be any surviving account of them. Far greater minds than mine, versed in the actual language in which he spoke and wrote, have tried their very best to gleam everything they can from what little remains from him.

In a way you could say the Pre-Socratics existed in a transitional state (and time) between the pre-scientific world of Mythos which in a way is represented by the verse form, and the new world of Logos which is represented by the more straightforward and analytic prose form. That’s the narrative that you might get from reading this book anyway, in fact it’s what the subject of the general introduction is about. In it I was first introduced to this idea of “Logos”, which is of course a word I’ve heard mention of many times but always held as this ancient idea which is probably really complex and mysterious and so stayed away from. The definition given in this introduction however doesn’t seem so intimidating after all. In fact it reminds me of some ideas which I myself have talked about before in previous posts on this very blog.

Logos is a word which doesn’t have a direct equivalent in English, but there are many words which derive from it that give us an idea of what it meant. Logic of course being the most similar I suppose, in how it sounds that is. As for the actual meaning, it’s really hard to say. In some uses it could simply mean “word” or “voice”, and in other contexts it’s used to mean “discourse/ discussion”. Heraclitus uses the word in a very particular way, to describe some kind of underlying principle or unifying truth which underlies the world around us. It’s also sometimes used to mean “reason”, as in to reason with someone or an explanation. In the original Koine Greek version of the New Testament, Jesus is sometimes referred to as a kind of manifestation or avatar of Logos. Aristotle used it to describe one of three techniques in argumentation, the others being Pathos and Ethos.

The introduction to this book describes it as “a nest of what we might call logical or rational faculties and activities”. It’s clearly one of those words about which there is no total consensus, to explain let’s take another word about which similar debate exists, Art. People debate the meaning of art constantly, if you ask 100 people to tell you what Art means you will receive 100 differing answers. How many thousands of essays have been written about “What art means” or “Is X art?”, and so on. Yet we all have a pretty good idea of what this fundamental essence we expect the word Art to describe is. Logos is a little like that, you can kind of intuit what is meant by it depending on the context and a general understanding of this essence-meaning it has.

It is said that Logos brought about the death of myth, that it is what took us away from the gods. Indeed in this introduction that is pretty much the narrative that is presented. Waterfield presents an excerpt from a poem (ironically, translated from German into English) by Friedrich Von Schiller, a figure from the German Romantic movement and contemporary of Goethe, called The Gods of Greece. The poem laments how the de-souled Word (das entseelte Wort) is all that remains now the gods have fled to the mountains and taken with them all things colourful and beautiful. All sense of wonder, it reminds me of another line of poetry from Keats (a Romantic poet born here in England) who famously said that “philosophy will clip an angel’s wings”.

Indeed like I said, poetry is kind of representative of this older more wonderous and mysterious ancient past, and prose writing is kind of a representative for the more rigorous search for knowledge. Also presented in this introduction is a quote from Plato (from The Republic, though I don’t remember it) where he talks about the age old conflict between poetry and philosophy in fact. So the implication here is the Pre-Socratics were the harbingers of this revolution, of the decline of Mythos and the beginning of the reign of Logos. These individuals are characterised as the earliest proto-scientists, and their proclamations as purely material and to be taken at face value, but I’m just not sure if they can be.

First of all clearly this is a fight that continued long after the men in this book has passed from memory for most people, I mean the very Romantic movement that inspired the poem in this introduction goes to show that the battle lasted millennia. Perhaps such movements were the last gasp, but still the gods held out a lot longer than we’re giving them credit for if so. Certainly nowadays the idea of reason, logic, empiricism is held up as something inherently respectable, while mysticism and tradition is derided and mocked as nothing more than superstition. Did this fight really start with these thinkers though?

Clearly given that Plato quote, even in ancient Greece there was some understanding of this conflict between religious wisdom and scientific study, but I don’t think that most of these particular thinkers in this book personally saw themselves as fighting for one side against the other. In fact it’s very likely that a lot of them thought they were working in service of Mythos if anything, even though some may have had some radical ideas for their time. I’m not even sure that all of them were being literal when they wrote about the nature of things. Heraclitus talks about fire quite a bit for instance, but it’s hard to tell whether he’s talking about it in a literal sense or if he is using it as a metaphor. Or perhaps he wouldn’t have even made such a distinction at all.

The translator even somewhat seems to agree, ending the introduction by saying that perhaps this narrative is not so simple. He does ultimately believe that the Pre-Socratics did revolutionise the way we thought, but he cautions against the idea that there was any kind of clean break. Generally this idea that they were in some sense a transitionary force is something I’ve gotten from this introduction. The difference is I’m not sure yet if I necessarily agree that they even played this role, I think they might be much closer to mysticism and Mythos than some think. I’m going to need to read the whole book and think about it some more, I just wanted to share my thoughts now because reading what I have so far has inspired me.

I could go on, and there is more I think I want to say but I will have a chance to get to it later, because I’m going to be trying something new with this entry. See as well as all that I’ve already talked about, I also realised during this third section that these thinkers are so disparate that I’m not going to be able to write one coherent response to the book like I did with the one from Xenophon. However, neither am I going to be capable of writing an entire full length (in comparison to my average) entry for each of the chapters in this book. I may surprise myself, but I think for some of them I will have very little to say. However I will have something to say, because they are all quite unique and they all had interesting ideas of their own.

Sure, there are some things which tie all (or at least the ones I’ve read about so far) these thinkers together, and maybe I’ll talk about that too, but I want to give each of them some room to breathe. This collection might have a smaller wordcount than the book from Xenophon, but in a few pages it touches on more than the entirety of that one. In much less depth of course, much like how if you had a few quotes taken from over Xenophon’s entire writing career you’d touch upon more than in any one specific work of his. This is just for one thinker as well, this book translates the ideas of over 20 different men. Some so closely related in thought they share a chapter admittedly, but still it’s impossible to write one post that really says anything meaningful about all of these people.

Here’s my plan. I am going to upload what I’ve written so far tonight, but I will keep this as an open/ rolling entry and eventually over the next few weeks or months I’ll try to add a small subsection to this post for each chapter in this book. Responding what I can to each one individually. Again, there is a chapter for each man, or in some cases a few closely related ones. I’m currently reading a different book, but I will re-read the first few chapters I’ve already read soon and post the responses to those. After that, I will go back to my usual schedule posting normal entries and whenever I add an update to this one I will let you know in those so you don’t have to keep checking back yourself. I think I’m going to leave it without a header image until I decide to stop adding to this post as well. Let’s hope this doesn’t drag on for a year like my Books series.

The Milesians

This first chapter covers three different men from the city of Miletus, Thales, Anaximander and Anaximenes. All contemporaries who had ideas of their own but clearly heavily influenced one another’s thought. The grouping of them together is not something that starts with this book, but even in antiquity they seem to have been considered to all be part of one school of thought. The thing is though, they don’t seem to be particularly philosophical at first glance, and reading about them you get the feeling that they actually were much closer to the Logos side of the dialectic described in my introductory section to this entry. The problem though, is that not one of these men is allowed to speak for himself for no writing from any of them survives. The translated section of this chapter is all testimonia, there are no fragments at all.

Some of the testimonia claim to be quoting specific things that these men said or perhaps wrote, but most of them are more like a paraphrasing of what these men supposedly believed. Mostly from Aristotle and Theophrastus (a student of Aristotle’s), and it’s even perhaps the case that the later Roman chroniclers were reading from the Aristotelian accounts rather than any original works. So there are those and there are a fair few historical accounts, that simply describe who these men were and what they were known for in their own time. We can figure out a fair amount from these historical testimonia, particularly the ones about Thales who is the oldest of the three and so perhaps was some kind of mentor figure to the other two.

In fact the first few testimonia about Thales are from Herodotus, so thankfully I had a full copy of the book to return to in order to actually get the full context on the passages used. It seems that Thales was from the aristocracy, the more leisured class in the city of Miletus, which was a major centre of trade in what is today the south-western coast of Turkey. Which means there were a lot of new ideas coming from the east, Persia and Babylon and Egypt and perhaps even India. According to Herodotus Thales was himself originally of Phoenician origin, as in he was descended in part from presumably some rich Phoenician trader who for some reason married a Greek woman and settled in a Greek city. Although of course the Greeks and Phoenicians have always been somewhat connected, the Phoenicians gave them their alphabet in fact which we still use a derivate of today.

Thales is presented as some kind of court engineer or magician figure, or at least if you take that fantasy trope/ archetype you can see how he comes across in the more historical accounts in this book. He supposedly ordered a river divided in two to help an army at some point, he is credited with predicting a solar eclipse (which is how historians have been able to date when he would have lived), and inventing a device called the gnomon. He supposedly played a pioneering role in the development of geometry. And according to Aristotle he was the man who developed the kind of thinking, that the other two men in this section propagated, that the material world at least could be reduced to certain fundamental elements.

The problem is, it’s hard to tell whether this is what he really was doing or if this was an Aristotelian imposition. Going back to this whole Logos/ Mythos thing, it really does seem like Aristotle was motivated entirely by Logos. I have read very little from him directly, really only his quotes in this book actually, but I have read and watched a fair bit about the man and he really does seem to have been someone who saw the world in purely material terms. Everything can be explained through examination and experimentation basically, and Theophrastus seems to have been of a similar mindset. So how do we know that Thales was being entirely literal when he spoke of the earth as floating on some kind of eternal sea, and everything coming from water.

So we know he was an aristocrat, presumably from a trading family of some kind, most people who make it into history books do tend to be. I personally think it’s very likely that he went travelling east and south, perhaps in his youth, on some kind of ancient world Grand Tour, or maybe later in life along with the other two men this chapter talks about. It’s just as possible that he was responding to various flood myths which are very common in middle eastern mythology (the flood from the Old Testament being one these), or the creations myths of Egypt and Babylon which suggested that the world originally arose from a watery swamp. There’s plenty of evidence that he did visit these places, take that invention, the gnomon.

Now the invention of it has been attributed to both Thales and Anaximander, but they were associates so it doesn’t matter much. The gnomon is the part of a sundial that sticks out to cast the shadow, and they had these in Babylon before the time of Thales, so it’s much more likely one or both of them simply brought one back from there. We also know that they had figured out how to accurately predict an eclipse in Babylon, so he very possibly learned that from them as well. He must have still been an intelligent and interesting figure with ideas of his own, after all he clearly played an important role in the development of mathematics and engineering, but it seems like he was very much influenced by the myths and ideas he heard on his travels, which I think are hard to deny took place.

I think that this idea that he was the first to look for purely material explanations for the world might be entirely false in fact, the last quote about him actually states that he “thought that all things were full of gods”. That’s another quote from Aristotle, and one that seems kind of dismissive, as if he thinks less of Thales for not being of the same purely Logos minded worldview as himself. I think it’s very possible that Aristotle is giving a distorted picture of what Thales believed, although to be fair he makes very few claims about that. Still, even his presentation of him as this foundational figure in the sciences seems misleading to me.

Unlike Thales, the other two men in this section’s ideas about the nature of the material world (assuming they were being literal, there is still doubt) have been written about in much more depth. They didn’t leave any writings behind either, or at least none of it survives, but a second hand explanation is better than a few vague sentences and nothing more as we get with Thales. The testimonia for these two are about what they believed for the most part, rather than about the lives of the men themselves. There are a couple, Anaximander supposedly drew one of the first maps of the world. A map which Herodotus complains about quite a bit actually, I didn’t even need to pick the book back up for context because I remembered that section fairly well. Mostly though, we finally start to get something interesting once we come to these two.

According to Anaximander the first principle or element was not water or fire, earth or air, but something he called “the boundless”. Some kind of eternal substance, a void I suppose. There’s very little information about what he meant by this, and what we do get even is somewhat contradictory as it seems that people writing about this idea were giving their own interpretation, which to me suggests Anaximander himself never really elaborated much on it. It must be significant though, because the idea that the living world we inhabit was preceded by a void or chaos was already pretty established in the greek world at the time from what I understand, so perhaps the significance was that Anaximander sought to explain or somehow map it out.

Or maybe that is entirely an imposition by Aristotle again, maybe the reason Anaximander didn’t write very much about it was because he wasn’t suggesting anything new in this regard and simply mentioned this void or boundless that everyone already kind of took for granted whether it be in a literal sense or a kind of figurative sense or somewhere in between. Sort of how I mentioned before with Heraclitus, perhaps the distinction wasn’t there. Perhaps there was belief that the primordial chaos can be read into to mean something about how we should live and what/ who we are, but also was literal. There wasn’t this distinction between Mythos and Logos, there was a unity. There was a harmony to all things, if that makes sense.

Indeed as Aristotle himself points out, some of the ancient poets “made Ocean and Tethys the parents of creation”. Ocean (or Oceanus) and Tethys were two gods who in some cases were credited with creating the world, although in other cases like Hesiod’s Theogeny Uranus/ Ouranos and Gaia are responsible and Oceanus and Tethys are their children. As I’ve talked about, these traditions were rather fluid and though there were some attempt to canonise things (like Hesiod did) they don’t seem to have been very effective. My point here though, is that this also may have influenced Thales. Indeed Aristotle suggests that the poets were somehow getting at a similar fact about how the world originated from water.

It seems to me like Thales was simply merging this mythic conception of the origin of things which perhaps was held in the region he was born in and at that time, with what he learned from interacting with Egyptian and Babylonian priests while on his travels in the east. Perhaps rather than trying to build a material foundation for the study of natural science or whatever role Aristotle is trying to place him in, he was really just trying to somehow reconcile these disparate but similar mythological explanations for the origin of things. Like I said the mythic tradition was fluid, it changed with time and as new peoples and themes interacted with it.

Unfortunately as I’ve said several times, we don’t actually have any writings from him on this subject and what little we have about them is possibly a distortion and certainly not enough to analyse. I think it’s possible that because of his image as an engineer/ mathematician Aristotle seems to think he was somehow different from the other men in history who simply contributed to this fluidity of the ancient mythic tradition that I’ve been talking about. There doesn’t seem to be much actual reason to believe that he represented some drastic turning point in the way we thought. In fact a lot of what he says seems to kind of rhyme with a lot of ideas in the various mythological traditions he would have encountered. Not just him, all three of the Milesians.

Anaximander’s section later goes on to describe his conception of the heavens, in fact most of the testimonia about him talk about this. It seems that primarily he was a sort of proto-astronomer, although he also had some things to say about the nature of matter and reality too like Anaximenes did and Thales. And it’s noted by the translator in the introduction to these thinkers at the start of the chapter that his suggestion that the stars are small holes in a ring nine times the size of earth (and the moon is a hole in a greater ring 18 times the size, and the sun a hole in the furthest ring which is 27 times the size) which allow a glimpse into an eternal fire actually mirrors a line from Hesiod which talks about a bronze anvil taking nine days to fall to earth from the heavens.

Anaximenes rejected Anaximander’s idea of the boundless as some entirely unique substance and instead seems to suggest that air is the fundamental element of creation. According to later sources he believed that the other traditional “elements” of fire, water, and earth were just the result of air being exposed to heat or cold. There doesn’t seem to be any exploration of where these changing temperatures arise, but that the boundless was air alone before these forces. Now Uranus was the god of the sky, so was there some connection there as he was another god credited with a role in creation, I don’t know. It’s interesting though, and even if these men were not mythmakers then at the very least I think it’s undeniable that the myths of their time heavily influenced their conception of the world and in that sense they were agents of Mythos.

This section ended up being quite a bit longer than I expected, I thought it’d be a few paragraphs only but here we are. I hope this was interesting, although admittedly there was not a lot I said that was especially new or insightful. I’m sure anyone who read what I have of the book, would probably have similar thoughts to me. I’m really enjoying reading this stuff though, it’s a lot of fun. I find this stuff to be fascinating, and I hope to simply keep learning. The next section is about a man called Xenophanes, and I will try to have that part finished relatively soon. I don’t think I’ll have too much to say about that either, but just like with this entry it may end up growing into something more than I expect.

Xenophanes of Colophon

Now funnily enough given a lot of what I’ve been talking about lately, particularly in the first section of this post, the next thinker I’m going to be talking about was actually a poet. He was a man with some very interesting ideas, groundbreaking ideas for his time perhaps, but first and foremost he was known for his poetry. A travelling bard, who wandered at the very least throughout the Greek world and perhaps even beyond. Somewhere around 100 lines of his poetry survive to this day apparently, and I believe that all that survives from him is in verse actually. Certainly all the fragments collected in this book are, thought they are far fewer than one hundred in number.

All that is collected here, as in the other sections so far, are those fragments which are considered by the translator to be philosophical in nature. Well, those and a couple which are autobiographical also. I’m starting to notice a pattern actually. That rather than this supposed claim justifying only a select few of the fragments being chosen, what’s really happening is the fragments selected are actually being used as supplementary material to the “introduction” section for each individual chapter. And that these introductions, not the sections which contain the fragments themselves, are the focus of this book. As I was saying in my initial response at the start of this post, I can’t help but feel like I’m getting a rather distorted view of what these men thought.

Every one of these introductory sections goes through what we know about the man, then follows up with some kind of explanation of a worldview they are supposed to have held. There’s always an attempt to present some kind of coherent path that was travelled to reach this worldview, and I’m just kind of sceptical. Again, I even said before that I feel like I can’t trust the ordering of these fragments. I’m not implying that the translator is trying to deliberately mislead, but I’m aware that this is a mass market book primarily aimed at enthusiasts and laymen, not academics. Part of me wonders if most of the fragments that didn’t get translated for this were left out simply because they were inconvenient or even merely unnecessary in order to present the narrative that most people who would buy this book are looking for.

I could have gone for the dry academic textbook which translates everything, and maybe read online articles or secondary sources (many of which are mentioned in this book to give credit where it is due, there is an extensive bibliography) for help understanding the historical, religious, and social context which these guys were part of, and everything else that I thought I needed and led me to picking this book over that one. If I had done that though, it would have taken me a lot longer and been more expensive and I’d probably have needed to write many posts rather than just having this one. And really all just so I can read Plato, that’s really what I’m most interest in getting to. In fact the primary reason I’m reading this book is to give me the philosophical and social context for when I do get to read Plato. Although if I never do get there I think I still will be happy to have read this book for it’s own sake, it is giving me a lot to think about.

So I’ll try and do my best and give my own take where possible as I did in the last section for every chapter in this book, but there is this slight feeling of doubt that I can’t shake. Maybe one day I’ll go back and buy that full textbook, maybe one day I’ll learn ancient greek and won’t even need a translation at all (unlikely), for now I’m just going to try and get on with this post. I’ve already talked about this enough, I won’t keep coming back to it but I just had to mention it again one last time because it is really present in my mind every time I read through a chapter and take notes. And I have been taking notes, for the two sections so far anyway. Once I finish this I’ll do the same for the Heraclitus chapter and so on.

Now I think the best way to do these sections is to focus on one aspect of each thinkers’ thought that I think is particularly interesting and add my own ideas to it, or talk about how it reminds me of ideas of my own, or about how this way of thinking is new to me. I don’t just want to simply regurgitate what the book says about these men, you can look up the Wikipedia article on them yourself (or read this book) if you’re interested. Both are going to be far more well cited and well written than this blog is, but what those other places can’t give you is my personal thoughts on the ideas of these men. So that is what I will try to provide. And Xenophanes does not disappoint, after reading through his chapter a second time in fact I’ve been brought back to an idea I talked about very briefly a while ago and have been forced to examine it in much more depth.

See what’s most interesting to me about Xenophanes is that he was a sort of early monotheist, which might surprise you (it surprised me) given the culture he lived in. I’ve talked before and even in this post about the fluidity of the Greek belief system, which I’m not sure how to refer to precisely, I guess I like a term which I’ve heard a few times, the Homeric religion. Well Xenophanes grew up in a world where this was what people believed, and he railed against it. Particularly the anthropomorphic depictions of the gods, there are a several fragments of him mocking or attacking the belief that many of the people of Greater Greece would have had, that being in literal human-like gods such as Apollo, Athena, Ares, etc. The kind depicted in The Iliad, or the many other famous myths, real relatable characters with flaws and vices and emotion.

Xenophanes attacked this, he points out how human cultures always happen to depict Gods that look like themselves. The Ethiopians (not modern day Ethiopians, in antiquity the term generally meant people from further south than Egypt) all have black skinned and flat nosed gods, and the Thracians all have red haired and blue eyed gods, he notes. Read into that, and the depictions of most of the greek gods we’re all familiar with like Apollo or Athena, what you will. There’s another fragment where he says that if Horses or Lions had hands, they would carve statues of Lion or Horse like gods. I talked before about how there were plenty of people I believe who didn’t literally believe in the gods as presented in many of the myths, but who had a more complex understanding of these figures, but it does seem that most of the normal people didn’t give it much thought.

I suppose it makes sense that only more scholarly types would have, just like how most people today kind of take the world around them for granted. That’s not to say that he didn’t believe in the gods, he wasn’t an atheist. I mean if people believe in a god, this will influence their actions. They are doing things in the name of a certain deity, and in a way this makes that god real. This is why so many religious traditions believe in sacrifice, and prayer, gods are like memes (as in Richard Dawkins’ idea of meme, which is similar to but not exactly the same as the way the word is used on 4chan and other sites) in a way. They survive and prosper thanks to human belief, and in a way they kind of do become like a real being. Something born from man, which in turn influences him and changes him.

Well anyway Xenophanes was clearly one of these men who didn’t just take the myths at face value, and it clearly bothered him that so many others did. Hence the mocking of them and the things they believed, although he mocked people he clearly had respect for or was influenced by as well. In the very last fragment presented for him, he mocks Pythagoras. I’m sure you’ll recognise the name, we all learned about his theorem in maths lessons, but as well as being a major early mathematician he was also a philosopher or perhaps even a kind of pagan theologian. I actually don’t like the idea that there is a hard distinction between the two, if it’s not obvious to anyone reading already. In eastern traditions like Persia, India, or China there doesn’t seem to have been this same hard line drawn between philosophy and theology. That’s one thing I learned from that book about comparative philosophy I talked about briefly about half a year ago.

In fact a lot of words for philosophy in the languages of these distant places are rather recent, post contact with the modern west. What we modern westerners tend to think of when we hear the term philosophy is something cut off from other disciplines, in part I suppose thanks to the nature of the educational systems we have which by necessity break things apart. Throughout most of history in the west all study was a form of philosophy almost. Isaac Newton wouldn’t have called himself a scientist, he was a natural philosopher. An Aristotelian term for the study of the natural world, the world of phenomena. Nowadays we have Science, a word which derives from the latin word for knowledge and yet roughly corresponds to what in the past would have been seen as merely a branch of it.

Philosophy might have been a term coined by Pythagoras in fact, or a very similar word in ancient Greek (Philosophia), and it meant the love of wonder/ wisdom or something like that. Yet Pythagoras wasn’t interested in merely speculating about petty abstractions as quite a few prominent advocates of Science™ have said. Not at all, in fact today he’s mostly remembered as a mathematician. Now I’m going to talk about him more when I’ve read his chapter, because honestly I don’t know a lot about him yet. I know he is another of these figures who supposedly travelled beyond the Greek world, and he believed in reincarnation and was also a kind of monist like Xenophanes. I don’t know if Pythagoras took this One idea (which to me seems very Indian) and actually presented it as a divine being like Xenophanes, but I guess I’ll find out.

Aristotle described Xenophanes as an informal monist, in contrast to Parmenides who he may have influenced and who I’ll be talking about soon and some others, because his idea was not very well fleshed out or rigorous. Which makes sense, he was a poet and therefore he would have expressed his thought as much through technique and imagery as through simple explanation. See he talks about this God of his as being entirely omnipotent, in fact the translator notes in the introduction that he’s almost like if Anaximander’s boundless were personified. In fact maybe that is exactly what he was trying to do, maybe that is what the poet’s role in tradition is. And as I’ve explained I’m not so sure that the Milesians were doing anything other than taking part in the evolution of tradition.

I’ve already talked about them though, this section is about Xenophanes. Now he describes this god as being entirely motionless, and yes he refers to him as a “he”, he talks about him as a male being that can hear and see and think. Yet not at all like any living creature either, as I said he doesn’t even move “but effortlessly he shakes all things by thinking with his mind”. My interpretation of this fragment is that any reference to a body is just for the sake of making him comprehensible, but in fact this “god” is very similar to my conception of god which I’ve talked about before a little bit. He literally is everything, and this means that he can’t be something, because all somethings are mere aspects of everything. And perhaps this is what people are talking about when they say they believe there to be a kind of “one-ness” to everything, a unifying principle.

I’m not as convinced of that, I feel like perhaps there are other forces at work. I’m actually kind of drawn to dualistic thinking generally, but I’m really still trying to collect my thoughts on these subjects so for now I won’t go into much more detail about my own ideas on this particular issue. My point here is that I was immediately reminded of my own ideas on this that I talked about in that linked post, and a couple other times in even less detail, which is interesting. Either Xenophanes’ influence is very grand in scope, or he in turn has influenced many others who’s ideas have in turn somehow got to me through the culture or traditions.

So I could be wrong, but my current interpretation of the fragments relating to this super/ over god figure is that there is a kind of esoteric reading in which the god is somewhat figurative or at the very least any description of his form is. Another way of putting it is that the descriptions of his body and action are actually there to illustrate his nature and power in an indirect way. The poet is being poetic, with his references to thought and movement and so on. Or perhaps I’m entirely wrong, in another fragment Xenophanes goes on to say that no one will ever understand the nature of the gods or of the other matters about which he wrote and talked about. Those being similar ideas in the same cosmogonical vein as those about which the Milesians talked about, and which I would love to explore more but only a few lines survive. There’s just nothing to really analyse in that regard, it’s a shame.

Anyway, there may have been more I wanted to say but I’m struggling to think of anything else right now and this second update to this post has taken much longer than I expected. I’ve been working a bit more than I expected this week, so I’ve had less free time, but I’m pretty sure I’ve covered the main things I wanted to regarding Xenophanes so I’m happy to just upload what I’ve written now. Heraclitus is next, and also I’ve got a separate full length post planned which I intend to start writing in the next couple days, so stay tuned. I hope that people are finding this stuff interesting, it’s certainly very interesting to me and I want to keep writing more about philosophy going forward even if I might be a brainlet.

Heraclitus of Ephesus

It’s funny, when I first read this section of the book it brought out all that doubt and concern that I talked about in the first part of this post. This is because after reading through it all, I felt like I had really learned nothing. I went back a second time though as I said, and then I started to see. Now every time I open that chapter and just look at one of the fragments, it sends me down a whole new line of thought every time. There is a lot to mine here, but how much is by design and how much is simply a result of Heraclitus’ legendary reputation and my own tendency to overanalyse everything I am not entirely sure. I guess it doesn’t matter though, I do personally believe that a piece of writing takes on a certain life of it’s own and so can present things that weren’t necessarily intended by the initial writer.

I want to try and keep this section somewhat cohesive though, and so I won’t be able to say everything about my thoughts on the ideas of this man in this specific post. It’s very possible I will talk about him again though, or at least that there will be other posts that are in part inspired by my reflections on what he wrote. That is for another time however, for now I intend to try and give my current interpretation of what the philosophy that underlies all these disparate fragments presented in this book is. As always I may be entirely misreading the man, but at least I am reading him. So I’m going to start off by talking about the 21st fragment presented in this chapter (Dielz Kranz 22B51) which is translated as so in this particular book.

They are ignorant of how while tending away it agrees with itself — a back-turning harmony, like a bow or lyre.

I like this one a lot and I remember it sticking out to me on the first reading because it seemed completely impenetrable, after all it is exceedingly vague and seems to be missing some crucial context. The question is on everybody’s mind I’m sure, what is this “it” he is referring to? Well, it is the Logos. Or what I will mostly be calling it going forward, the Heraclitean Logos, which is related to but distinct from the other uses I talked about in that first section of this post. In fact in the translations for this book, the word Logos isn’t used in any of the fragments even though that is the word Heraclitus himself used, and there was a focus on it in the introduction to this book weirdly. Instead Waterfield translates it as “principle”, which works better than other translations I checked online where it was changed to “word”, but nevertheless is still a choice which I don’t like.

Clearly there’s no word which works exactly right or there wouldn’t be different choices for which English substitute to use, so why even translate it at all. Logos is a loanword that we still use in the English language, though of course it’s not exactly one that comes up in conversation frequently, so it seems to me that it would have made sense just to leave it as is. Principle does work though, but actually I think if I really had to translate it I’d have either chosen the word logic or law. See the way Heraclitus uses the word is to describe something which he thinks underlies the material world which is in a permanent state of change or movement. Flux is the word used, and if you look up videos or lectures on youtube, or read articles online, this idea of flux is often presented as one of his few primary ideas.

Now I don’t disagree but I think that this idea of flux, and his other ideas about fire and war, are all closely related and unified by one overarching personal philosophy. Heraclitus saw the entire physical world as something which was in eternal motion, always moving. Most famously he expressed this with his analogy of the river where, to paraphrase, he compares the world we inhabit to a river. For you can never step into the same river twice, it’s constantly moving. You cross a river and by the time you cross back, the water you stepped in earlier has long flowed downstream. That’s not to miss the forest for the trees though, he uses the word “river” and in doing so clearly acknowledges it, but stresses that we should also have this understanding that while we may be limited by our human faculties to perceive a world of stationary items permanence in any sense is illusory.

This is the heraclitean logos, this force of pure movement, or perhaps we could refer to it as energy. The irony being that the only thing that we can rely on to always be the same, is that things never remain the same, the principle of eternal change. And is it so crazy to attribute some kind of divinity to this factor? I don’t think so. In fact Heraclitus himself describes something which he refers to as “the one and only wise thing”, which I assume has to be this logos, and he says that it both is and is not willing to be called by the name of Zeus. Zeus of course being the head of the Olympian pantheon, the “father” god of the Greeks. Which reminds me a lot of what Xenophanes was talking about, how the accepted gods of the Greeks were a way of giving a human face to the real divinity. In the same sense perhaps Heraclitus is saying that the logos is the real divinity that is behind the traditional gods.

Anyone who understood history would understand that the nature of the gods changed over time, like I’ve spoken about several times before, and Heraclitus being a member of the aristocracy (In fact some accounts suggest he was a member of the ruling family of Ephesus, and rejected the position of kingship when it was offered to him) would have been educated in the history of his clan and city at least if not the entire Greek people. He certainly would have known of the poetry of Homer, which presented a slightly different ordering of the pantheon to that of his own day as I’ve talked about before. The outward face of spirituality was not stagnant or unmoving, it was fluid and constantly evolving to fit the world around it which was constantly moving as well. The underlying essence of divinity however, which underlies practical religion/ tradition, is eternal. Seeing the parallels here?

It’s not just in relation to spirituality that this idea of a changing or evolving world applies though, it is everywhere. Really, once I began to appreciate this idea I started to notice it in all areas of life. Take something about which Heraclitus couldn’t possibly have known, the cellular structure of all living things. We know now that every single day cells in your body are dying and being replaced, by the time you are an old man every cell in your body right now will have died and been replaced. Unless you are already an old man. Of course it’s not like we shed our skin like a snake, it happens in a very disjointed manner. Fat cells can last for years for example, while other cells in the human body die and are replaced after a few days, but the human body is like the famous ship of Theseus in that eventually every material component is destroyed and replaced.

Yet we recognise a person, even though now modern biology has taught us this about ourselves we don’t feel like it’s true. We feel like there are people, we perceive a world of things that exist and then don’t. Heraclitus points out that in fact what we see is like a flowing river, everything in the world from the largest star to a grain of sand. We as people are limited, or constrained perhaps, so as to be incapable of really understanding this truly. We can maybe acknowledge it intellectually, but our very senses seem to tell us otherwise. Similar to how you can tell someone that the best way to not get eaten by a bear is to make yourself as big as possible by holding out your arms wide, but even someone who knows this when actually faced with a bear will instead act on instinct and run in most cases.

We think we inhabit a world of tables and chairs, of rules and laws, of traditions, but the truth is god didn’t create the world in seven days and place the creatures as they are here on earth. Evolution is god, it is the only thing which is and always will be. Evolution as applied to humans and the species more generally was such a big deal culturally because it goes against this instinctual feeling that we inhabit an ordered universe. Not to say there isn’t a sort of order, but not in the way we might tend to think. However everything is evolving constantly, not just species of animals, you the person reading this will evolve with new information or experience until you die. Products in the market evolve to maximise profits, and in turn demand is changing every day. The planet itself is changing shape, tectonic plates shifting and so on. I could go on and on ad nauseum, indeed hypothetically I could describe everything observable.

I want to go back to that quote right from the start though, there was more I wanted to say about it. See I think it’s so interesting because it gives us a crucial explanation as to the nature of this flux which all things are subject to according to Heraclitus, this divine logos which I think is at the core of his philosophy. He describes it as like a bow (as in bow and arrow) or lyre, a musical instrument which is a bit like a small harp you can hold in one hand. Apollo is actually frequently depicted with a lyre, not sure if there is anything to this or if it’s just a coincidence but I feel like it’s worth noting. Him being a god oft associated with  So the thing that both of these items have in common is that a string is held taut at all times, being pulled tight from both directions, which creates a permanent tension or energy ready to be released and grant death or make music respectively.

You look at a bow which has been strung, or a lyre or other string instrument, and you see what looks like an inanimate object, but just like the river ever flowing there is in fact movement. At all times it is being pulled apart, it couldn’t be any less stationary, it is at war with itself. And speaking of war, which it seems Heraclitus saw as a kind of example of this logos on the grand human scale, there are a fair few fragments which make mention of it in this collection. He actually anthropomorphises war, yet doesn’t ever make any mention of the god Ares interestingly, describing it as the father and king of all. He raises men to the greatest heights and yet drags others down to the lowliest positions in life. He grants the greatest freedom men will experience, and yet makes slaves of many as well.

It is reasonable to assume that Heraclitus himself would have fought in battle I think, being from a clan of such prestige in the warrior culture of classical Greece I find it hard to see how he couldn’t have. So this wasn’t just a sheltered idealist talking about a realm which he didn’t understand, no he lived in a time of constant war and so these are no idle words. When he glorifies war though, I don’t think that it’s meant to be taken entirely at face value. There’s more depth to these statements in my opinion, which I think the bow analogy helps to illuminate for us. War is the truest expression of something which he sees everywhere, that being of course the logos. It is movement, it is dynamism, and yes it is conflict.

Think about it, there are so many major inventions that changed the world and were first and foremost a product of war. What is the primary driver of major changes in culture, language, religion, even the genetic make-up of a population? War. What Heraclitus’ idea of the logos is to everything, war is at the civilizational level. More than a metaphor, an actual example of the very thing it analogises. It makes a lot of sense to me as well, to go back to the example of the bow. Like a generator, you need to build up energy and motion before you do anything. Energy is neither created nor destroyed, that’s the first law of thermodynamics, which you could say kind of vindicates some of what Heraclitus was saying all those millennia ago.

Think about your own life though, how much easier it can be to launch yourself into something when you’re already in motion. In fact I’m reminded of the times my dad has left me here to go on holiday. I have to do far more than usual, cooking for myself every day, washing up and cleaning, while still going in to work, going out to buy the food I’ll need, etc. I’m not saying this to complain, it’s far from a hard life I lead but I’m just saying that comparatively I am forced to be more active even if only to accomplish rather plebeian tasks. Yet I get more writing done every time he leaves than I do in a similar period of time that passes while he lives here. Last time in fact I wrote about this phenomenon and was worried that I would somehow ruin the effect, but I didn’t. There is definitely something to the idea that lethargy is a sort of self perpetuating thing, and that the inverse can be said for movement and action.

Another thing which is something of a focus point for Heraclitus is fire, I’m sure you can probably guess why. Fire as a metaphor for change is far older than Heraclitus, think of the legendary phoenix which burns up in order to be rejuvenated and live again. In fact fire is a hugely important symbol in Zoroastrianism which was the religion of the Persians. A religion which influenced all the Abrahamic faiths to some degree by the way, both in how it’s influence on Judaism will have carried through into the others, and of course because Zoroastrian ideas directly influenced Christianity and Islam as they did Judaism, later in history.

Now Ephesus was part of the Persian empire while Heraclitus was alive, of course the Ionian city states that it was one of were granted a great deal of autonomy (after all we know Ephesus at least still had kings of it’s own, even if they were ultimately subject to the authority of the satrap for that province), but nevertheless it’s almost impossible for Heraclitus not to have encountered the Zoroastrian faith and tradition. Even if the Ionian city states mostly kept to themselves, they still had to operate within this larger imperial structure and would have fought alongside Persians and other conquered peoples in wartime. When they weren’t rebelling that is. Unfortunately I know very little about what Zoroastrians believed, but I just felt like there must be some connection there and that I should note it. I’m trying to cover all my main thoughts on each thinker in this post so I’m making sure to include things like that, even if I’m not able to elaborate much on them right now.

Much like how the Milesians had their own ideas about what the elements of the material world were, and what came first, Heraclitus seems to be saying that fire is this originating substance. Now of course we can’t be sure if those other thinkers were being figurative, or only partially literal, or if they really were being purely literal only. In Heraclitus’ case I think it’s undeniable that even if he also really believed that fire literally birthed all things, he was also trying to say something about the current state of the world in so doing. Fire is a kind of pure form of change, of dynamism and energy, so I completely understand the focus on it. When you watch a flame, you can feel life in it, I remember thinking this on camping trips when I was young. And of course fire also has the ability to cause change in almost anything it touches.

It’s just really interesting stuff, and I could honestly probably write twice as much as I have here so far but I think this is a good place to stop. I’ve covered my most crucial thoughts on the man and his ideas, if I am reminded of something else I will come back and add a paragraph or two but I’m pretty sure I’m happy with what I’ve written. The next section will probably take a little longer because I haven’t even read the next chapter in the book yet. I will read it when I have some time, and then I will probably want some time to reflect and re-read parts, before finally returning to this post to add my thoughts. I hope what I’m writing here is interesting to you, and I encourage you to read this stuff yourself if you haven’t. A translation into your own language if English or Greek isn’t your native one.

Parmenides of Elea

A lot more time has passed since I wrote the last section for this thing than I would have liked, of course if you read my other entries on this blog you’ll understand partly why. I also took the time recently to read another book, which I have now finished, and so I put the one this entry is responding to aside for a while. We have now entered a whole new decade though, and I’ve decided it’s time to pick it back up. So I read the next chapter I was up to, regarding Parmenides, twice over the last two nights and I’m going to try and talk about it now. I will say though, this part might be a little shorter than the others because I’m not sure if I have much to say. I’ll be honest, I really struggled to understand Parmenides’ philosophy from what little we have of it. I think I have a grasp if it now, but even after reading through this section of the book twice I still feel like there’s something I’m missing or failing to make sense of.

All that we have from Parmenides is one poem titled On Nature, of which only certain sections survive. Of course, everything I said about the issues with translation, especially of poetry, in the introduction to this post, still stands. This means that a lot of meaning presented through very careful word choice is lost, and also that literal chunks of the poem itself are as well. The poem is divided into three sections, though if this is a division made later by scholars or not I’m not exactly sure. An introduction, the Way of Truth, and the Way of Appearance (sometimes translated as the Way of Opinion), the last of which very little survives of unfortunately. So because I myself am still trying to understand Parmenides, for this section what I will do is go through the fragments, which are presented in what scholars believe is chronological order, and try and understand him better.

Luckily this isn’t the last time I will be encountering the line of thinking presented by Parmenides, so there will be more time to come to terms with his philosophy. No, Parmenides is possibly the most influential and important of the thinkers presented in this book, at least that’s what both the translator and plenty of other reputable scholars and writers seem to be saying. Indeed all the thinkers in this first half of the book (the book is divided into two parts, the second which covers the Sophists which I might write a separate post about) who come after Parmenides chronologically are either responding to Parmenides or are in agreement with him and are further expanding upon his propositions. Plato was apparently deeply influenced by him, and in fact one of his most famously complex dialogues features Parmenides and his follower Zeno (who has his own section in this book) and a young Socrates.

Ok, so on to the actual poem itself now. The introduction which seemingly still survives in full sets the scene, Parmenides (in a way which reminds me a little of Dante’s Divine Comedy, though the “descent into the underworld” trope is a very widespread one in mythology from all over the world) describes how he is taken to the underworld one night on a chariot drawn by mares and guided by mysterious veiled maidens. At the gates he is greeted by a Goddess who goes unnamed, who tells Parmenides that it isn’t death that brought him here as one would expect, but because she has some crucial knowledge to share with him.

At this point the introduction ends, and then through the voice of this Goddess Parmenides goes on to share his philosophy with the reader. Now is this a dream he had, or even a waking hallucinatory experience? Perhaps, or perhaps it’s just the natural impulse to explain ideas through story/ myth. Or maybe he literally went the gates of Hades, who knows. Whatever the reason, this sets up the narrative framework within which Parmenides goes on to present his ideas.

So the goddess goes on to give the premising argument upon which all of Parmenides’ conclusions rely, and she does so by presenting it as a choice. The premise itself is that the very idea of “nothingness” is impossible, he actually goes on to say quite emphatically that there is no such thing as nothing a few lines later. The specific wording of the two choices or “ways”, because it is important to know, are as follows. There is the way “that it is and it cannot not be” (the “it” in question being both any specific “it” you might imagine and also everything you can imagine, at least that seems to be the consensus but he doesn’t really specify himself), which he tells us through the mouthpiece of the goddess is the correct view on things, and in opposition there is the way “that it is not and that it must not be” which in turn he describes as an altogether misguided route.

A pretty unassuming starting point you might be thinking, “things are real” is what he seems to be saying, except that in fact he’s going to lead things to a point where he argues the exact opposite. That all sense experience is illusory, and the very idea of seperateness is in fact an impossibility. Indeed Parmenides seemed to have very little faith in the value of the senses, in one fragment taken from a little later in the poem arguing in a rather fanciful way that we should disregard what our senses tell us and instead attempt the pursuit of wisdom through reason (or logos I suppose) alone. Of course I find this belief in the power of human rationality to be incredibly arrogant and misguided, but that is what he believed. It’s undeniably odd I think, however, that someone with such a distrust in the senses (again I personally don’t even see our ability to reason or think logically as somehow distinct from other basic functions, but he did) would reason themselves into the position that the world we see and hear and smell is false.

So after the goddess presents the two choices, and kindly informs us which one is correct, she goes on to explain that if we do accept this then it naturally follows that whatever can be thought of in some sense “is”. There is no such thing as “what is not”. Of course you must be thinking that there are plenty of things you can think of which don’t exist, in fact in the introduction to this chapter when this particular point is being covered the translator even gives some examples himself. You can think about the king of Australia and unicorns all day long, that doesn’t make them manifest. This isn’t just a glaring hole in his logic though, in fact I think this line may have been included in part to specifically encourage this thinking because it helps to actually explain better what he means when he uses the expression “what is”.

We can only imagine things which don’t exist currently in terms of things that do. There may not be a king of Australia, but there are definitely kings and there is definitely an Australia. A little like how when we dream we enter a world which makes no sense, but is populated by things which do and are familiar. We can’t think in terms outside of “what is”, and in this sense I do agree with Parmenides. What I don’t agree with, or at least what I’m as of yet unconvinced by, is this idea that because we as constrained beings are incapable of truly comprehending nothingness therefore we must reject it entirely. It’s the most intuitive thing in the world to believe that before there was something, there was nothing. Everything has a beginning and an end, as the idiom goes.

If there is no such thing as “what is not”, then the very idea of a beginning is impossible. Of course you must have heard the question asked “How can something come from nothing?”, it seems to be something everyone asks themselves at some point actually, well Parmenides just discards the question entirely. And this is the point in the poem where some pretty wild conclusions are drawn based on the original premise, some of which I can follow along with and in fact find rather impossible to argue against if we accept the foundational argument that there is only “what is” as correct, but others which I don’t quite understand how he reached. That the idea of birth and death, or creation and destruction, are impossible I can make sense of. If you reject the idea of nothing, then you must accept that there always was and will be something.

There is no way for there to be some kind of spontaneous eruption of substance from a nothing which never was, but rather you must accept that “what is” is therefore self propagating in some way, and that the very idea of a beginning is impossible as well. On the other end, things can’t possibly cease to be either and so in some sense what we perceive as death or any kind of disintegration or ending of things must in fact just be a transferring of some aspect of “what is” into itself. Which in a way kind of mirrors the Logos that Heraclitus wrote about, this force of change which underlies everything. With Heraclitus we also see this rejection of what our senses might imply about the world around us, where instead of the world as a series of independent processes we should see that all is just one eternal process of transformation.

At least that is how I interpreted him, and this interpretation has greatly affected my worldview. Of all the philosophers who I have so far encountered, Heraclitus is the one who has most profoundly affected my way of seeing the world. I just find his view of things to be fascinating, and to make so much sense, I hope that came across in the section I dedicated to him before this one. Now Parmenides was in fact responding to Heraclitus in part, and ultimately his philosophy does run counter to that which Heraclitus espoused, but I also think that in some ways (as briefly shown above) the ideas of the two men actually seem to rhyme or run along similar lines at least. It might sound paradoxical, but in some sense I think these two thinkers are both getting at the same truth despite also seeming impossible to reconcile with one another. Although from what I’ve heard, that is exactly what Plato attempts to do later in history.

So if “what is” cannot possibly have been born from “what is not”, and yet we see around us a multitude of things, then it does follow that they are all in some sense the same thing. The leap that Parmenides seems to take here, that I don’t quite see the logic in, is that therefore if all things are “one” in this way then there is no possible differentiation. The world of things we think we inhabit is apparently impossible, and therefore an illusion of some kind. So he presents us with what he thinks is the only possible way things can truly be, beneath the glamour of distinction. He argues that “what is” can be visualised as one coherent item which stretches out infinitely in all directions, and anything you can think of is contained within it. It has always been here, and it will always be here, for it is timeless.

So in this sense he is entirely opposed to Heraclitus, in the most crucial sense. According to Parmenides change isn’t the underlying truth of things, but rather change is an illusion and the underlying reality is in fact changeless. Which is what I don’t quite get, because if there is no change or morphing even within “what is”, then how does he deal with the reality we face that so clearly tells us otherwise. Well he doesn’t really, he just dismisses it as illusory which is kind of a cop out in my opinion. He does go on to describe the illusory world he thinks that we only think we inhabit (indeed the idea that we even exist at all must be also seen as in fact false if you accept his arguments completely) in some detail in the third part of the poem, the Way of Appearance/ Opinion. The problem is that so much of that is lost, unlike the first part which survives in full and the Way of Truth which almost does as well, the final section is almost completely lost.

There are a decent number of testimonia which talk about what was written in this last part though, and it seems that instead of explaining why we experience this illusion of a universe of things he just follows in the footsteps of the Milesians and men like that who tried to present a cosmogony. He talks about the same classical elements, like fire and earth etc. and he talks a bit about the planets and all that stuff. It’s clearly kind of mythical in influence, there’s this motif of the earth being surrounded by rings of various kinds which he talks about that I noticed was also something Anaximander said. Almost as if they are getting this somehow from some religious tale or story of some kind which I am unfamiliar with. Anyway I will leave Parmenides here for now, but I’m far from done with him I think. In fact the very next section of this book deals with a man who was a staunch follower of his from what I understand.

Zeno of Elea

This will very possibly be the shortest section in this entire entry, certainly the shortest so far, but that’s fine. I’ve actually written quite a bit more than I thought I would when I first decided to split this post up the way I did, the section on Heraclitus for example being almost long enough to have been a standalone upload. The whole point of combining this into one big thing was so I would definitely respond to every section of this book, rather than perhaps choosing not to write anything when I didn’t think I could finish a substantial post on any particular thinker. So really this section, and any others like it I may go on to write, are what this format was chosen with in mind. As I’ve said on this blog many times, I’m just a layman when it comes to talking and writing about philosophy and I’m not particularly clever. Sometimes I just don’t have that much to say, or I do but it’s nothing interesting or insightful. With that being said, here are my brief thoughts.

Zeno was a Parmenidean, and so all his writings on philosophy are in service of the ideas laid out by Parmenides. They were contemporaries as well, I read somewhere that Parmenides was very fond of Zeno and it seems they had a sort of mentor/ protégé relationship. I already mentioned this as well in the last part I think, but Zeno is a character in Plato’s “Parmenides” dialogue which is one where he supposedly tries to tackle the philosophy of the titular figure using the Socrates character as usual. Well the first of the “testimonia” in this chapter is an excerpt from that dialogue, and in it Socrates briefly questions Zeno on the first hypothesis of the first argument of his treatise. This one treatise is the only work of philosophy of his, and it was quite different from the poem On Nature that it sought to defend.

It was a list, a list of so called “paradoxes”, which he believed presented various contradictions or flaws behind the idea of plurality. Parmenides’ grand conclusion of course being that there can’t possibly be a plurality of things, that all is one, and so the world of individual things we think we see must be illusory. I already talked about that though, and it’s definitely a fascinating idea and not one that can be dismissed easily. Zeno’s writing, of which very little survives intact (basically no more than a few brief quotations, but luckily Aristotle went into great detail arguing against many of the propositions of Zeno which is how we know what quite a few of the paradoxes were), is annoying in that it focuses on what him and Parmenides would have described as the illusion in order to explain the unified real world which exists beyond it.

All of the paradoxes that are covered in this book (there were supposedly around 40, but less than ten remain) are very similar to one another. I won’t go through all of them again here, but I’ll talk about one and in so doing will be talking about all of them in a sense. This one paradox is called the Dichotomy and it is recounted by Aristotle, indeed almost all of the testimonia in this chapter are from Aristotle’s Physics or Simplicius’ Commentary on Aristotle’s Physics. Zeno starts with a reasonable point, for any moving object to reach Point B (starting at Point A) it must first reach a halfway point. How can anyone disagree, for in order to get anywhere you must first get halfway there. However, once you reach this halfway marker it must be said that there is another point halfway between the current point and the end, and so on ad infinitum.

Zeno is saying, essentially, that there will always be another half way point in any journey. Naturally there must be an infinite amount of halfway points if you follow this logic, which makes the idea that you can actually reach one destination from another physically impossible. Aristotle’s response was lacking in my opinion, he uses the paradox as a jumping off point to explain that the idea of infinity has more than one meaning (infinite in extent/ size, or infinitely divisible, any traversable distance being in the second category) but doesn’t actually address the fundamental point being raised. The point is to show that the world around us doesn’t make sense, that the illusion breaks down when you examine it.

Now mathematicians have dealt with the paradoxes of Zeno by now, Carl Boyer (a mathematics Ph.D who Wikipedia tells me also wrote a great deal about the history of mathematics in the mid 20th century) famously saying that the paradoxes were dealt with by calculus. Because they all deal with motion in some sense, all of course trying to show that motion is in fact impossible logically. Any STEMfag reading this will hate me for talking about something I clearly have no understanding of, I’m aware how out of my depth I am here don’t worry. I did briefly learn about calculus when doing my A-levels but the way they taught us was just rote memorisation and I never really understood it truly and have now forgotten everything they made me memorise. I do get very intimidated by anything mathematical now, almost like I’ve been shaken by that A-Level experience and how humiliating the entire year was.

I don’t know where I would start if I wanted to re-learn what I once knew and go further, or if there is any reason to do so. I still think mathematics is in some sense the purest kind of knowledge, and that philosophy and mathematics are tied up with one another in a way that cannot ever be truly undone. Zeno being a perfect example of this, even though what he covers is very rudimentary even for his own time as geometry and arithmetic were already well established, he was talking about the idea of infinity which is a complicated idea. Or maybe it’s more accurate to say that the study of mathematics is philosophy, philosophy means the love of wisdom (a portmanteau of the words philo and sophia) and was a term coined by Pythagoras, who is remembered today mostly for his mathematical work fittingly.

Today we think of philosophy as one discipline within academia, populated by annoying French Marxists or stuffy old men quibbling over ever more insignificant linguistic quirks, but this is new. All of study was considered to be working towards the goal of philosophy, or wisdom, for most of the history of it. What we roughly refer to as science today was still going by the Aristotelian term Natural Philosophy even as recently as Isaac Newton’s day. Isaac Newton being the man who developed Calculus and discovered gravity, but also spent a great deal of his life performing alchemical experiments and writing about religion and theology and even serving as a member of parliament.

Philosophy today has become a category within itself, and one that is kind of dismissed or seen as masturbatory and silly. It’s Aristotle that this can be traced back to it seems, though of course he himself would have been shocked at the result. He seems to have been the originator of this splitting of the disciplines, a lot of his time seems to have been dedicated towards proper categorisation and the way he organised study was followed pretty strictly until recently and even today his influence on academia is apparent. And in a way that is Zeno’s legacy as well, because Aristotle essentially used his paradoxes as an excuse to talk about infinity and the other similar ideas that are brought up in some of the others.

The error Zeno thought he was pointing out in the Dichotomy, and in his other paradoxes, was that the physical laws of the world (which he of course believed to be illusory, and may in fact be though not in the way he tried to explain it) didn’t make sense. So Aristotle rejected the conclusion that the physical world was illusory (I believe, though maybe I’m wrong) and instead concluded from Zeno’s paradoxes that all this meant was that the scientific and mathematical understandings of the time were just flawed. I suppose you don’t even have to reject the idea of the world as an illusion to accept this, there’s no reason the illusion wouldn’t be watertight and in fact properly understanding the world around us might help in getting beyond it if anything.

So I haven’t really talked about Zeno himself and what he wrote much in this post, but it’s not really his ideas that are important I don’t think. This post is just for me to give my thoughts upon reading each chapter in this book, and these have been them. So in conclusion I guess Zeno is historically very important, but for reasons that he didn’t intend at all. I have to be honest though, this was by far the least interesting chapter so far, so hopefully the next one is more engaging. From what I understand the thinker who’s writings it covers, a man called Melissus, was another Parmenidean but hopefully he will take a different approach.

Melissus of Samos

Melissus was a naval commander from the island city-state of Samos, he actually played a somewhat prominent role in a conflict with Athens that Thucydides mentions early in his account of the Peloponnesian War in the first section when he talks about the build up to the war. He even bested Pericles in one particular encounter apparently. He doesn’t mention Melissus by name, I went back to check because I didn’t remember, but apparently other classical era historians did when writing about the war. So following on from explaining this Waterfield (the translator, compiler of this collection) makes a statement which I find thoroughly absurd. Here’s the quote.

One cannot help thinking that he must have temporarily shelved the changelessness of the Parmenidean “what-is” in order to engage in politics and warfare, and so that by his very life he demonstrates that Parmenidean monism was epistemological — a state of mind, rather than an ontological statement about the world.

Now my understanding of either of those these terms is not brilliant but I’m pretty certain that the definition for epistemology he is giving is completely false. And sure I’ve talked about the fluidity of words and definitions before – language like all things is subject to the Heraclitean logos – but for the purpose of seeking understanding we still need consensus on terms for the sake of precision. We can’t just give way entirely to the forces of change, it is through the friction created in pushing back (tradition) that the most fruitful outcomes are reached.

Anyway in this case Waterfield isn’t engaged in an organic evolution of terms he’s just thinking of a different word. He says epistemology but really given the brief description he gives he meant to say something else. I’m not sure exactly what word works best, maybe “attitude” or “personal”, but certainly not “epistemological”. At least if that quote was simply a spoken statement you could make the case for him that it was simply a case of misspeaking. Given that this was something written down, deliberated over, and then published however, I’m not sure how you can justify the mistake.

At least I’m pretty certain it’s a mistake, my understanding of the terms “epistemology”/ “epistemological” are very different from “a state of mind”. Now I almost never get comments so I’m not expecting anything but for the sake of explaining myself better I’ll briefly lay out what I understand the terms to mean (and “ontology”/ “ontological” also, while I’m at it) and if I’m completely wrong someone can correct me in a comment. In this post you’re reading I’m trying to learn, not to explain anything other than my current understanding which I know is flawed, and so I fully expect to have said and say things that are incorrect. So that I might get a little closer to the truth and right understanding in time.

Ok, so epistemology and ontology are two separate branches within philosophy. There has been an abundance of epistemological inquiry over the millennia – though the term is relatively new, what it describes is very old – which I’m sure has led to all kinds of fascinating places but at it’s base it is about something rather simple, defining and exploring what knowledge and understanding are truly. Those dealing with questions such as what can we know, how reliable are our senses and rational faculties, that sort of thing. It does not refer to something that is merely an attitude or half serious abstraction, it isn’t a way of seeing things, it is just a word used to describe one kind of philosophy.

So you could say that the Eleatic doctrine raises epistemological questions – though rather frustratingly leaves them without even an attempt at an answer – but it is concerned with ontology primarily. Which leads me to what may be possibly an even more egregious mistake in that same quoted statement from the start. Which is that Parmenides’ monism in not ontological. It is almost purely an ontological position, for god’s sake if you go on the Wikipedia article for the term “ontology” the first thing you see is a photograph of a bust of Parmenides. It’s even said that ontology really begins with him, because unlike the other Pre-Socratics before him he laid out his reasoning rather than simply sharing his conclusions.

Ontology refers to any attempt to explain and explore the nature of reality, to understand the world of things, of what is. Though there’s a particular focus on metaphysics, because modern science (and natural philosophy, which that developed from) is what deals with describing the physical world. You’ve probably asked yourself “why is there something rather than nothing?”, that is an ontological question. As opposed to something like “Is your red the same as my red?”, which is an example of an epistemological question. The many ways in which people have answered those first sort of question, that is the history of ontology. I think.

It might seem unnecessary to focus so much on a simple remark, but it’s something that really stuck out to me. I am sure these terms will become important ones to understand as I continue to read more about these kinds of things as well, so trying to define them and understand them correctly is important. Anyway there’s very little to actually respond to from Melissus, he doesn’t really add anything new. He was another Parmenidean like Zeno, but whereas Zeno had a rather unique way of contributing to that school of thought Melissus seemed intent only to codify what was already established by people that way inclined.

The only surviving writing of his is from a treatise which basically just lays out the arguments and conclusions from On Nature (Parmenides’ original poem) in very simple and concise prose. I presume the only reason he was as well known as he was in the ancient world, given how derivative his work was, is because his work was a much more accessible introduction to Eleaticism. Melissus does seem to have had one small contribution though, which reminds me that I need to make a correction to something I said in the section I wrote regarding Parmenides. I said that he described the One (what-is) as infinite, but in fact he did not and I was wrong to say so.

There’s a specific line in On Nature in fact, which I didn’t really take note of properly on first reading, where he describes it as being “changeless within great bonds”. This seems to contradict everything he says, which is probably why I didn’t really see it at first, because if there is no such thing as nothingness and there is no such thing as plurality then what is must be infinite. Melissus makes the same leap I did however, and states definitively that the One is infinite. Which makes much more sense to me, in fact I think the Eleatic doctrine falls apart completely if you don’t follow it through to that conclusion.

So there’s nothing else new in this chapter (it’s very short) to respond to, it was basically a re-hash of what I read in the Parmenides chapter. Which came in useful, given that it has been a few months. It’s possible I’m going to have a lot more free time over the next few months though, so maybe I’ll be able to pick up the speed a bit and get this post finished soon. I’ll find out soon. Given that Melissus’ role was essentially to provide an overview of the ideas of the Eleatic school, I will take the opportunity now to briefly give some quick further thoughts I’ve had on it now I’ve had enough time to really think about it more. That initial response I wrote to the Parmenides chapter was made almost immediately after first reading it, which is maybe why it wasn’t so great and I made that error.

What I will say is that it is totally compatible with this idea I’ve talked about before, which I think I’ve come to independently but seems to be far from unique, which is that what we might call God or divinity is everything. I linked to the first post I made talking about this in the section on Xenophanes, because he seemed to be describing something very similar to my way of seeing things. Well if you were to accept the Eleatic position, which I’m still not sure I do because there are some leaps of logic as I mentioned that I find hard to follow, that would fit in very well with this conception of ultimate divinity. As Aristotle defined it, Eleaticism is a kind of monism, and it’s only a small step further to define this unifying One as divine in some sense.

I think that’s what Xenophanes was doing, there is some good reason to suggest he was somehow associated to or responding to the Eleatics, the timeline seems to fit. As a poet, as someone more mythically minded like myself, I think that what he was trying to do was take the conclusions of the Eleatics and make it palatable to the normies of the day by putting it in more symbolic or religious terms. In a sense I do see things pretty similarly to Parmenides, I mean if divinity is everything then we must be a part of it. And the issues he raises about plurality are very interesting and important. I think the conclusion is weak, to simply dismiss our experienced reality as illusion is not satisfying, but it’s a good starting point.

I also think that he can be compatible with Heraclitus, because Heraclitus is describing the world we experience. The world which Parmenides considers a mere façade. They are describing different planes of existence you could say. The logos Heraclitus talks about, that is what is responsible for the very plurality of things Parmenides is so perplexed by, my guess is that any attempt later to reconcile the two thinkers would be by explaining how the One gives rise to this logos or force of change within itself. I guess I really do need to get to Plato, and soon.

Pythagoras and fifth-century Pythagoreanism

This chapter is in one sense the most substantial so far, yet in another the least. I’m not sure I’m going to have much to say for this section at all, but I feel obliged to cover my thoughts after every chapter and to really get through this book quickly because it has taken me so long. This post was a bit of a mistake I’m beginning to realise, it has really handicapped me and slowed my progress a great deal. I would have finished this book in a matter of weeks, or less even, if I wasn’t prevented from moving onto another chapter every time I finish one by first having to sit down and write about it. Which for some of the chapters was easy, but for others not so much, as you can probably tell when reading through this post. I’ve been reading a novel of similar length for less than a week and I’m probably going to be finished with it tonight or tomorrow at the latest.

Heraclitus and Parmenides both had fascinating visions of the world, and Xenophanes as well immediately inspired much thought and desire to share it within me, but the others in here (so far) did not. I had to force myself to stay focused and write some kind of coherent response to what I read, but in a couple of cases I ended up procrastinating for weeks beforehand. It’s a similar situation I’m in now, but with far more free time than I’ve had at any other point since starting this blog, I really feel it necessary to push through so I can use the rest of the time to read what I should have been getting started with months ago. Plato. The reason I read this book being that it would provide necessary background knowledge and the intellectual context within which he was writing and living.

It’s a shame because the format was useful, it prevented me from simply rushing through the book once and going on to forget it all within a matter of months. If I didn’t have to write a response, I probably wouldn’t have gone back to re-read the Heraclitus chapter. It was in the re-reading that I really understood his ontological position, on first reading it went over my head, I’ve already gone over this in that chapter’s response. I don’t want to miss anything because of my own idiocy, and in so doing have wasted my time reading something; having this responsibility to myself to make sure I understand what I’m reading is important. Yet sometimes I really just don’t have anything interesting to say, even after going through a text (or collection of textual fragments) and making sure I’ve understood what’s written.

In this specific case, this chapter I’m meant to be responding to now, the issue is that despite there being a wealth of actual writing (this was the longest chapter so far), there was very little of what I would call philosophy. So this chapter goes backwards in time a little — so far we have been roughly moving forward chronologically from Thales’ time — back to around the same period that Xenophanes lived in. It does this I think because the intention is to now go down a separate strand of thought from the one that you can kind of see if you look back over who the book has covered so far. Heraclitus inspired Parmenides in a sense, Xenophanes also may have, and of course the later Eleatics were directly following on from Parmenides.

Pythagoras was the first person to call himself a philosopher apparently, I think I might have already written about this in an early segment of whatever this thing you’re reading should be called. Lover of Sophia, the sometimes feminine personification of knowledge, sometimes mere transliteration of the word in English. These things are complicated, things change over time. If nothing else that should be the one thing you take away from this post. Ugh, how presumptuous of me. I honestly don’t know why I’m writing this, my heart’s not in it any more. I haven’t lost my interest in philosophy, or even in sharing my own thoughts on it, but talking about the philosophy of others in this rigid way.

If you’re interested in understanding these thinkers, then you should be somewhere else, I’m losing sight of whatever value I thought this post might produce. I like the idea that other people like myself who haven’t yet read much philosophy might be inspired to learn more, but I want it to be clear that I also don’t know much. You’re not learning about what these people I’m responding to thought or wrote in much depth here. I’m incapable of — and therefore not attempting with this post to — explain what these people thought. I’m just responding to it, and also trying to briefly summarise only those areas of their thought which I at first found difficult to grasp or found particularly insightful/ interesting. For my own sake, but of course I publish this online because I hope people find it interesting or enjoyable to read.

Pythagoras was a man, he started what is essentially a cult. A mathematical cult, and therein lies the only real philosophical idea presented in this chapter. Oh, the Pythagorean cult had all kinds of interesting doctrines, a fascinating mish mash of Egyptian and Greek theological and proto-scientific ideas, but almost none of it is explored in this chapter. It’s really more historical, it read like Herodotus (perhaps because several of the testimonia are taken from The Histories) more than Heraclitus. This chapter is almost entirely testimonia, primarily from Aristotle as in other chapters, with only a few direct fragments from a man called Philolaus. Pythagoras himself never wrote anything, or at least none of what he wrote survives.

You probably know the name Pythagoras from his geometrical theorem which we were all taught in school, and they probably told you as well that in fact what the theorem explains (the square of the hypotenuse on a right angle triangle equals the sum of the squares of the other two lines) was discovered independently in other parts of the world. In Babylon almost a thousand years before Pythagoras’ time, in India around the same period of time, and in China probably a couple of centuries later. What probably wasn’t told to you, as it wasn’t to me and I found out only in this book, is that Pythagoras himself probably wasn’t the Greek who developed the theorem. Rather, it is much more likely to have been one of his followers, of which there were quite a few.

See, the Pythagorean cult seems to have completely rejected the idea of individuality. The members didn’t keep personal property but instead had a system of common ownership; and more interestingly would never take credit for any mathematical or other intellectual accomplishments, instead every development by a Pythagorean was attributed to “the master”, who perhaps they believed as existing within all of them in some sense. This is why Pythagoras has a list of attributed accomplishments which he couldn’t possibly have lived up to. Even in the fifth century, so during and immediately after his lifetime, I believe there were around 200 members of the Pythagorean cult. Among them several brilliant mathematical minds. Mathematics being crucial to the entire theology of the group, mathematicians were one of the highest ranks within the hierarchy.

I think this is the important legacy of the Pythagoreans, this focus on mathematics as the means by which Truth should be sought. Pure mathematics as a discipline is the legacy of the Pythagorean cult, the emphasis in academia on the importance of proofs, of all scientific theories needing to be explained mathematically, and this is of incredible importance. I actually think that what distinguishes the western tradition from eastern ones is this legacy. Even if perhaps some concepts in eastern philosophy might have gotten closer to some aspect of the Truth earlier, the metaphors and lack of rigour make them flimsy and at risk of being lost or forgotten. Any fool can talk about their idea of what Divinity or God is, I’ve done that on this blog.

I honestly believe that mathematical ability and interest is a better indicator of the intelligence and worth of a person than IQ, though I don’t doubt the things correlate quite positively anyway. I of course floundered and failed in following that path, at the very earliest stages, and while I haven’t ever had my IQ tested I don’t expect it would be impressive at all, so you can be sure this belief isn’t motivated by my own ego. There’s this weird cope by self described mystics and “metaphysicians” of attempting to denigrate the best minds in modern physics and science, because of the purely materialist worldview that is so prevalent among people in those fields.

And yes that is a concerning thing that I hope changes — a reconciliation of philosophy and science — but I just think it’s worth noting that all the brilliant minds are trending towards the S and M in STEM (unfortunate phrasing?) rather than the mystic/ quasi-religious subjects I find myself interested in lately. If there is going to be a change it would be because of a change in this culture, which would encourage the scientists to once again take up an interest in philosophy and theology rather than the world’s schizos (gnostics, neoplatonists, occultists, hermeticists, etc etc etc.) taking up a genuine interest in mathematics. They already play around with numbers and letters for the aesthetic prestige of course, but it is a LARP.

There’s a really good passage in The Book of Disquiet where Pessoa, who himself had a period of great interest in these subjects, explains the same thing I’m trying to get at very succinctly.

What really shocks me is how these wizards and masters of the invisible, when they write to communicate or intimate their mysteries, all write abominably. It offends my intelligence that a man can master the Devil without being able to master the Portuguese language. Why should dealing with demons be easier than dealing with grammar?

It’s just an unfortunate fact that a lot of really stupid people are attracted to this sort of thing, because they failed to succeed in academia, like myself but at least I’m self aware. Most people I think are attracted to this stuff because they think they will one day be well regarded for their own contributions, I have no such delusion keeping me going. I’m just looking to learn, because while there are plenty of fools and egotists who should be avoided, there is clearly some importance to what we might broadly call esotericism, as well as standard accepted philosophy which this post is about. Many of the geniuses of history took an interest in these subjects, and even today a lot of very important and powerful people are influenced by this stuff, though that isn’t something they might wish to make known.

This is why I don’t like the attribution of the term genius to artists. Geniuses make breakthroughs in the quest for truth and understanding, artists — while some may be highly intelligent — have a different role from that one. Does anyone seriously think any oft described artistic genius is in the same category as Aristotle, Descartes, or Einstein? Actually if you want an example of who I would describe as an almost archetypal/ platonic genius, I would say Niels Bohr fits that description best. Which isn’t to say artists or bardic types aren’t both necessary and highly impressive figures (the best of them that is), they’re just not “geniuses”. It’s in fact quite detrimental for the art they create, and in turn everyone who might experience their works, to feed their ego so. To put my point in crude terms, there is no such thing as a genius who isn’t good at maths.

I think this is Pythagoras’ legacy, or at least the legacy of the Pythagorean cult and it’s doctrines, this idea that you can essentially simplify and understand the world in purely mathematical terms. Which still exists today in this search for the “theory of everything” that Physics is meant to be pursuing, I remember reading one of Steven Hawking’s books for normies (the same year I failed in my education actually) on science once and he really stressed the point that in his mind the goal of science is to eventually develop a single theory that can explain everything about the physical world. The Pythagoreans went one step further, they saw a kind of metaphysical importance in numbers also.

Aristotle writes that they attributed numbers to everything, including abstract concepts. That is, they believed that certain numbers literally were a kind of pure form of things like “justice”, “hopefulness”, “reason”, which I can only assume directly influenced Plato’s idea of the forms. The number one to the Pythagoreans represented, among other things, Unity and the Monad. Yes, the Pythagoreans were monists too, though not monotheistic because they did still believe in the in-world pantheon of Greek gods. They also associated the various Greek gods with certain numbers, of course, Athena for example was linked to the number seven. Unfortunately there is very little (almost none at all) of the reasoning behind these associations that has been preserved in writing.

They had all kinds of interesting beliefs which were quite remarkable for their time and place, they believed in: reincarnation/ metempsychosis, a heliocentric model of the cosmos, that music could be understood in mathematical terms. There’s no point in me just explaining what the book says though, and anyway it’s a very minimal introduction to the topic. There is so much you could read on Pythagoreanism, in the fifth century alone, that isn’t included in this small chapter. I don’t think I will be doing that any time soon myself, but who knows how things will pan out. I just want to finish this book.

Anaxagoras of Clazomenae

It seems I was incorrect when I said in the last part that the book seemed to be returning to an earlier point in history — it had been going roughly chronologically until that point — in order to now follow a different strand of philosophical thought in the classical Greek world than what we had been sticking with so far. Instead it seems that going back to look at Pythagoreanism was just a detour, with Anaxagoras we’re back following the same trajectory of thought that the book has been following so far. Obviously Pythagoreanism is connected to this general trend of thought I’m not saying it’s entirely distinct, in fact the monistic aspect of that tradition may have played a crucial role in the trend towards that kind of thinking that — as this book seems to exist to document — began to proliferate among the intellectuals and thinkers of the early classical Greek world.

Anaxagoras seemed to have had a lot of ideas, kind of like Thales he was apparently famed in his day as a sort of “wise man” figure (various scientific discoveries attributed to him), but one of his primary influences was Parmenides. He wrote on various subjects apparently, but as with basically all of the men in this book most of what he wrote is lost, only fragments remain. Of course it’s a shame, it always is, but in Anaxagoras’ case I don’t think it’s a total tragedy. He was quite a boring figure, at least if what writing of his does survive is representative of his thinking overall. And maybe I’m just failing to or misunderstanding him, but I find that his ideas don’t make much sense. He accepts some of Parmenides’ assertions, but rejects his conclusions, and annoyingly never explains why. He never says where along the line of reasoning that Parmenides’ goes through in On Nature that he stops agreeing with him, nor does he explain why.

He’s in the same category as the Milesians, and a few others in this book, in that a lot of his surviving writing at least is dedicated to this idea that the world is reducible to some initial elementary substance or small number of substances. Water for Thales, the boundless for Anaximander, air for Anaximenes, and some say fire for Heraclitus — though I think in Heraclitus’ case people are misinterpreting his point by taking him so literally. As for Anaxagoras, it’s hard to tell exactly how many, but he believed that there are several fundamental substances, which later philosophers like Aristotle refer to as homoeomeries. Everything that exists, or at least everything physical/ tangible, is in his view some composite of these homoeomeries. Or seeds, as he metaphorically refers to them, because within them they contain the blueprints for everything that exists.

So Anaxagoras accepts Parmenides’ assertion that there can be no such thing as nothingness, or non-being, but he rejects the total monism. This is where I take issue with him because he makes a lot of assertions without really explaining why, or perhaps the explanatory portion of his work on this subject is lost, we just don’t know. Parmenides said, as I’ve already gone over, that the idea of plurality is impossible because if there is no nothingness, there cannot be space between things. There can’t be change either, because that would require the impossible plurality of things to cross a nothingness. A nothingness which of course Parmenides rejected the very idea of.

When I was reading Parmenides for the first time my thought was, couldn’t it be said that whatever we see as just the space between objects is a something. Couldn’t it be the case that there is a plurality, but everything observable is touched by something else at every possible part of it’s surface area? The illusion therefore, is only that there is space between things, rather than that there are multiple things at all. It would also get around the issue of death or disintegration/ dissolution, and this I did give my thoughts on already in the section on Parmenides. He says that there can be no end to things, no change in something’s state, because if that happened it would leave behind empty space/ nothingess, which again is impossible according to him. Within this framework though, it’s not impossible that the changing form or end of something is actually just the loss of some of it’s parts and the moving in of others.

Parmenides’ vision of the universe is often represented as a sphere, one solid block of substance which never changes or moves, something completely static. To visualise the point I’m trying to make, think of the inside of the sphere as looking kind of like a lava lamp. Anyway, I kind of went on a tangent but my point is that the only way that I can make sense of Anaxagoras’ cosmogony is if he was also viewing things in a similar way as that. Which he very well could have been, there is a short fragment which I think implies he does (I’ll quote it below this paragraph), but it’s not completely clear if that is his meaning. How else do you reconcile your belief in multiple things and the rejection of non-being though? I don’t know, I can’t think of any other way, though I am a brainlet admittedly.

The items of the universe, which is one, are not separate from one another nor cut off from one another with an axe, neither the warm from the cold nor the cold from the warm.

After this there’s a fair bit of writing, as always fragmentary, dedicated to explaining how all things have some mixture of these seeds/ homoeomeries, of course each thing being defined by the ratio which makes it. Different mixtures lead to different kinds of things, it all follows fairly simply from his initial premise, if you accept it. I’m not going to really talk about that stuff much, it’s interesting sure — there’s one fragment in particular which seems to imply Anaxagoras thought there were multiple worlds with different kinds of people on them, which is interesting but not written about in much detail — but kind of dull for me to just repeat here. As I’m sure is becoming boring to see repeated, this post isn’t just a recounting of what I’ve read. I’m trying to give my, in some case very brief, responding thoughts.

There’s one more little thing that I found quite interesting in Anaxagoras’ philosophy that I had some thoughts of my own about however, before I finish writing and update this post, and that is this idea he has of Mind. Mind is the force which essentially governs the dispersal and spread of the seeds, you might say that it is the order that can be found within the seeming chaos of reality, or you might say it is the ultimate principle behind the chaos of plurality and change which disobeys the order exemplified by Parmenides’ One or “Being”. Hmm, sounds a little bit familiar doesn’t it? At least, it does to me, I really can’t see any substantive difference between what Anaxagoras refers to as “Mind” and Heraclitus’ Logos. Well, other than one rather crucial difference, by referring to this thing as Mind there is an important implication.

By giving the Logos the name Mind, it grants it a kind of intelligence, consciousness even. It is no longer some kind of soulless force, the wild wind, it is something with agency. In fact, as a determinist I’d say it’s possibly the only thing with agency, it’s therefore not just another thing in the world but the most important thing. The ultimate governing force of the universe, the expression of divine will if you accept the idea of divinity. Anaxagoras, despite having a seemingly very similar response to Parmenides as myself, explicitly doesn’t grant this Mind divinity. I am not so sure, I’m not sure if I believe in divinity at all, but if I did then Logos would be it’s expression in the material world. It’s worth noting as well I think, that Anaxagoras must have at least known that contemporaries of his certainly did talk about similar ideas and were willing to consider them divine in some sense. Something to think about.

Empedocles of Acragas

Empedocles is a little like Anaxagoras in that he also believes in several original or primary substances. He thought there were four, and as I’m sure I don’t need to tell anyone, the idea of the “four elements” is something which had a huge influence on western thought and imagination. Even today, with our much more nuanced scientific understanding of matter — the idea of the four “””elements”””, this kind of loose colloquial concept and yet also literary/ poetic imagery — we still hold on to it. And that’s what I’m realising as I go through this book, perhaps also influenced by my recent explorations of poetry. I’m finally at the beginning of understanding what it is that so many love, and have loved, about this thing called verse. That’s not what I’m here to write about today though. I have an actual point to make, I think, part of one at least.

See, you take these very intelligent, wise, old men, and place them in a dark room. They’ll scramble about, scratch at the walls; and in their fumbling they will stumble upon truths.. half truths at least. Truths not quite understood though, and therein lies the problem. Along with this, many and more equally well understood falsities will they have to present when their time spent seeking is over. I suppose, arguably, they never stop, but for the sake of a metaphor humour me. I’m reading this book now, not so much as philosophy but as cultural exploration. Not that the ideas themselves aren’t interesting (Heraclitus especially, in fact he’s something of an exception here because his rather holistic philosophical outlook is truly valuable and still worth considering today in my opinion), but most of them are most useful when viewed as part of the western cultural backdrop more so than for what they are in and of themselves.

These are the ideas which stuck, because for whatever reason they resonated with those inclined to thought and artistic expression. There’s this idea as well, in the study of population genetics, of the founder effect; which is where a small group or even just an individual has a huge genetic impact just thanks to being in a new place early on. His genes spread widely throughout a population even if he wasn’t necessarily particularly reproductively successful in his own lifetime. Kind of. Logos in action again, as if it’s ever in any other state of being (than being) haha. These early thinkers are similar in a sense, they are relevant today because of a kind of intellectual founder effect, their thinking heavily directed the trajectory of western thought. Which is where the value in reading them lies, ultimately, you’re going to the source. At the very least getting much closer, to a source, they in turn have influences and so on of course. Human thought is a super memeplex.

So there’s that, and of course there is no doubt much which didn’t stick — and was lost — but here we are today with what remains, with what did. So, we should concern ourselves with that, as this stupid blog post which only halted my intellectual progress in the end serves to do. Ah, but lately I have been reading a lot, again not what I should be talking about here, heh. I’m thinking maybe I should stop, with this post actually, I just don’t have a lot to say about the ideas themselves in many cases. It’s clear I presume in reading, which few thinkers collected in this book actually inspired great thinking in me, and which I felt forced to cover despite having little to say. I want to finish this book, I want to pick it up, and just read the damn thing, because sometimes I don’t have anything to say. And sometimes I do, perhaps I will add to this post (will sticky if I do as always) but it’s very likely I won’t. Of course, what ever does inspire me you can expect to see the influence of in my other writing.

Books: Part 10

There was a thread on /lit/ a few months ago about the book Basic Economics by Thomas Sowell, and I was reminded that I really need to write about that one. I’ve been putting it off for so long because, to be honest, it’s a little intimidating. I did read the book through, and I can remember the general points reasonably well, but I’m kind of a brainlet and not at all qualified to talk about economics. I’ve already talked about my insecurity about my intelligence/ intellectual ability before though, I’m not here to do that today, just a warning not to expect anything impressive from what I have to say in this post. I’ll talk about politics, kinda, but not exactly my politics. Anyway, I read this book when I was going through my ebin libertarian phase around 2016 and first starting to become susceptible to right wing ideas. This post is really not going to be much about books either, like several of the posts in this series. I’m just using this book as a jumping off point to talk about other things.

It’s a story you’ve heard countless times, young male visits /pol/ (for me and quite a lot of others between 2014/16) and goes from generic middle class lefty to literal Nazi. Now I’m not a Nazi, obviously, but I am maybe.. fashy? a little bit. I’ve come back around to “left wing” ideas about certain actual policies though, like on economic issues. Though that’s perfectly in line with a lot of “third position” thinking actually. I think that the reason that so many young men go through this “libertarian phase” is because neoliberal or laissez faire economic ideas are the only acceptable form of appreciation of hierarchy/ social structure in the modern day. So this ideology which breaks them out of the bubble they’ve been raised in naturally earns their immediate allegiance, not unlike how I still have a lot of respect for a friend of mine despite how much we’ve drifted apart in the decade we’ve known each other for similar (in a sense) reasons.

This is probably why arguments about politics online very often involve these people, they argue with a particular vigour. I was the same, nowadays I feel far less interested in actually trying to argue about my beliefs. In part because sort of of lost a lot of faith in the idea of politics, they’re kind of a cope let’s be honest. Pol9k isn’t just a meme, there’s some definite truth to the idea as I’ve talked about before that people who are generally unsuccessful tend to drift towards radical ideologies. Of course it makes sense that those who are disenfranchised or doing poorly in life will see the problems we all face more easily, but we can tend to focus on these faults too much in order to escape from our own personal troubles. So if you’re reactionary or whatever, that’s fine but just keep this in mind to temper yourself a little. At least that’s what I’ve done, just trying to have some self awareness.

The libertarian party in the US (the most prominent outlet of activism for the ideology), is an interesting device. It’s a political party that is designed to never actually win an election, but simply to push the overton window in a certain direction. Again that being in favour of free market ideas like free trade, lower taxation, privatisation. This is why in 2016, the first year the party could have made some actual serious progress to becoming a viable political party in the system, they chose as their representative Gary Johnson. A man who seemed to make it his job to make libertarianism look like a joke. Which it sort of is, but not to libertarians. He was also a former state governor, as a member of one of the actual established political parties from what I understand and not the LP. None dare say conspiracy but, it’s funny isn’t it?

Libertarianism is not simply a joke though, it’s also a very deliberate collection of ideas that is never meant to be implemented in reality (as if they could be) but to simply allow mainstream politicians to seem less crazy in comparison. That’s one part of it anyway. There’s also the fact that politicians can push for certain policies under the guise of a “libertarian influence”. There may not be many self identified libertarians in mainstream politics but there are a hell of a lot of politicians who are “libertarian leaning”. So individual policies that libertarians tend to advocate for might be pursued, but of course the more fringe ideas are always ignored. The left are correct to imply that it’s kind of hollow, that the “ideology” is just something propped up by the super wealthy and then argued for by nerds on the internet whose sense of principle is manipulated and turned against them.

There’s also this quirk that many online libertarians have (not unlike internet communists/ Marxists) where they’ll hand wave away the obvious negative effects of libertarian style policies by saying that it doesn’t count because it’s not true libertarianism (or true capitalism/ a free market system) because there’s still state involvement. If only we completely privatise everything, then suddenly charity will actually work and then competition will work how they say it does rather than simply cartelising, and then monopolies will no longer form, etc etc. This in turn allows the politicians and policymakers to say that the left (as in socialists and trade unionists, not progressives) stopping them from going as far as they’d like is the reason for the problems that poorer people deal with, it’s quite ingenious actually.

I’ve talked before about how I think contrarians have a lot of value, because you need people to say things that sound completely crazy to help you realise that there are other ways of thinking sometimes. The libertarian strategy is exactly like this, the actual ideological believers (Rothbardians I guess you can call them) respond to the excesses of capitalism (the gutting of the welfare state, the importing of cheap foreign workers, etc.) by saying that it’s because we haven’t gone far enough yet. If we actually go all the way, eliminate any kind of social safety net or regulations, sell off all nationalised industries, stop enforcing state borders, then suddenly everyone will be wealthy and you’ll basically have the well armed middle class nation where there’s Christian values but also gay people defending their marijuana farms with M16s.

The entire ideology rests on the assumption that government could hypothetically not exist, because all libertarians eventually follow the natural trajectory to becoming “anarcho-capitalists”, but there has never not been government. The idea that the economic system and the government are somehow distinct is quite silly when you actually think about it for a second. The very idea that there is “an economy”, as in a measurable and definable thing, is a very modern way of thinking. In the past the term was really used to simply describe a process, one entirely contingent on various other converging entities. Various ancient civilisations had a complex trade and banking system, standardised currencies, etc. and yet economics as an area of study never developed.

Most of the sciences we have today have their roots in these Greco-Roman or Persian schools, mathematics, and physics, etc. The Romans had a fucking steam engine, they were only a few steps away from industrialising. They didn’t have the agricultural techniques developed in the late middle ages, or gunpowder and various other inventions sure, and the slave economy prevented progression in some respects. Nevertheless, they were a sophisticated civilisation and with what would be considered a complex economic system. Nowadays economics is a recognised area of study, so what’s different?

Now Rothbard himself of course became a lot more hard right in his later years. That is, when it comes to societal/ moral issues, in contrast to his more libertine inclinations earlier on. A path which many of the actual ideological believers in libertarianism, as opposed to the knowing opportunists described above who are really in charge, indeed seem to follow. The trend is frequently remarked upon, by both the left and the far right. So why is this? Well again in my opinion once that appreciation for some sense of hierarchy (which in my opinion is innate, but supressed by state education and the popular culture at large) is made (or remade), it can then quite easily be transferred onto a different “tier system”. This can mean leading to support of military rule or a racial caste system or more esoteric and religious ideas about how people should be differentiated.

I suppose Moldbug is the first, he’s the guy who started the whole red pill meme back in like 2007 or whatever, and the comments section on his blog is where NRx was born. Since him the scene has changed pretty drastically, most notably with the whole racial element being thrown into the mix, but even in his own time before he stopped writing (although he very recently made a return, with the “clear pill” which seemed to just be a recap of his old ideas but we’ll see what he has to say in his upcoming posts) you can see him evolve as he interacts with his commenters over the years. The original blog is dead now, and with it those many comments sections after each post, but apparently he’s working on restoring those too eventually.

It’s definitely worth checking out his writings, maybe just the posts of his that made the most noise, because he was one of the first of the internet libertarians to drop the ideology meme and just say that maybe we should acknowledge that like at all other points in history there’s simply just a raw power structure running the show and not some grand material system that is above any individual or group. He also said a whole lot more, and maybe even what I just said is kind of a mischaracterisation. Just read his stuff for yourself if you’re interested, it’s certainly very interesting and probably relevant to the ideas you’re surrounded with if you’ve ended up on this blog. He’s the guy that started the “redpill” meme, as in he took that imagery from the matrix and applied it to politics. If nothing else he’s worth reading because of the influence he had.

I’m not a political or reactionary blogger, I just talk about myself a lot of the time it’s all very narcissistic, but as I have been around these ideas and personalities for so long they also come up from time to time in my posts. Like today, and I know this post is a complete shitshow I’m working on one that’ll be more well structured and talk about my beliefs regarding various issues but it might take a while to finish. In fact it may end up being a series of posts actually, I’m in the very earliest stages of planning. This post is just something I’m trying to get out because it’s been over a week since my last upload and I started writing it today, hopefully I can finish it up tonight or tomorrow evening and then because I have quite a few days off work early next week I’ll get started on my next post much earlier.

Now Thomas Sowell is more of a mainstream figure than Rothbard, who in turn is a more mainstream figure than dweebs on the internet like Moldbug. He’s written actual books that get used in universities, he’s written for mainstream publications and been on big TV news channels. Yet this book is entirely misleading, it’s less respectable than the more “wishy washy” you might say, or philosophical writings from those guys because it cloaks itself in this scientific garb. It’s a generic and “normie accessible” text clearly advocating supply side economics and claiming to simply be an impartial academic treatise. Acting like economics (specifically that of the “Chicago school”) is some kind of hard science like physics or biology, which is just so absurd. Sure they have a bunch of graphs and things, economics as a discipline might help us understand certain micro economic trends/ patterns.

This book doesn’t have any of those complicated studies and statistics though. It is simply just a series of drawn out anecdotes that just so happen to support the kind of economic policies that Sowell has advocated for his entire academic career and in lots of other books more explicitly. He goes in search of stories that will help validate his point and this search takes him everywhere from Africa to the Orient. You could probably find an equally compelling anecdote to counter every one he has if you had the time and resources. Sure he’s an actual economist, maybe he really believes what he claims will result from what he advocates. It doesn’t matter if he’s just a shill for certain major moneyed interests or a true believer, what matters is that the fundamental premise of this book is dishonest.

And furthermore I think that this entire idea that economics is a mostly settled science is not merely a convenient lie on it’s own but also an idea that is very damaging outside of this book. Again I’m aware that some economic phenomena have been studied and explained (although how they can actually test these things reliably and repeatably is a mystery to me), like hyperinflation, supply and demand, or price controls. After all, they do have graphs and so that means they must be trustworthy. I just think that the idea that there’s a perfect way to run an economy in the most efficient way possible and that it can be proven by “science”, to be an entirely absurd claim. Here in Europe alone we have countries with pretty drastic differences in economic policy that for the most part are doing pretty similarly in terms of how well off the populations are.

There are no major disagreements between different governments around the world when it comes to any other of the sciences. There are no first world countries where evolutionary theory is disputed for example, or the laws of motion. Scientific research and experimentation continues in every field but the settled science is accepted pretty much universally. That’s just not the case with economics, economics really is more a branch of philosophy than what we in the 21st century think of by the word “science”. Indeed, coming back around to libertarianism there is a huge emphasis on muh principles like “the NAP” or freedom of association and so on in that movement. Let’s all be entirely honest, the overwhelming majority of the people who support libertarianism don’t care about the fucking graphs.

All arguments devolve into these weird hypotheticals that try and present various moral quandaries, not rigorous scrutiny of the actual data. And I don’t care about the graphs either, because ultimately there will always be graphs and statistics and charts and polls and trends and all that faggy shit to support whatever system I choose to support for moral reasons. If there were a series of policies that actually lead to more wealth creation and prosperity universally then everyone would be doing it. No exception, if you could just put a supercomputer in charge of the economy (again, as if such a thing really exists) then it would have been done. The reality is that there are simply competing interests, and lots of propaganda.

Politics, ideology, is not about economic policy. When you win, you can do whatever you want with the economy. You can decide what is necessary not because of some abstract principles (or some shadowy hidden interests) but because you see where the problems currently are and respond to them. By “you” here, I mean the regime or individual in charge. Did the tyrants, kings or emperors of antiquity ever worry about increasing a tax on a certain economic category or seizing assets because that would be unprincipled? No, of course they didn’t. What we need is a government that has the best interests of it’s citizens in mind, and can dynamically respond to various situations. But don’t listen to anything I have to say on this, because as I’ve said many times before I am just an unqualified dropout wageslave.

Although to be fair to myself, I do have to say one thing. I got into an argument with a guy in the very thread referenced at the start of this entry about exactly what I’ve spoken about in this post, and I was honestly expecting to get BTFOd because I really don’t know a lot about this subject but that didn’t happen. I know that it’s not a great look to talk about how I totally won this internet argument and then not post a link, but I’m not saying I won anything just that I was actually able to argue my point without being made to look like an idiot right away. You can find the thread in the archives as well but good luck, I’ve been trying but unless you have some keywords it’s almost impossible to navigate them. All I’m saying is that maybe my premise here isn’t entirely retarded, even if the method of delivery has been. As I said I do plan to write some more well planned out posts about some of my views eventually.

So, I’m gonna get rid of this book. I kind of want to hold on to it because it’s a big academic looking hardcover which looks cool on my shelf, and it was also kind of expensive at least compared to most of the books I own. But given everything I’ve said the right thing to do is to throw it into le trash. There’s also another big book about economics by one of these similar types that I own. Human Action by Ludwig von Mises, which I will hold onto because I never actually finished it. It was also rather expensive, again relatively speaking, and also I started it so I feel obligated to go back and finish the job. In fact it was a few years ago when I gave up on it, at slightly before the half way point, so I’ll probably need to restart from the beginning.

From what I remember it is way more “out there” and philosophical than Basic Economics, in fact the book is trying to develop what is supposedly an entirely new area of study called Praxeology. Praxeology is apparently the study of deliberate human action, as opposed to instinctive or unthinking behaviour. Or something like that, lots of talk about rational self interest and that sort of thing. Mises is associated with the Austrian school, who you’ve probably heard of before, so you can tell from there what kind of ideas he was pushing. In fact when it really comes down to it, although many would completely disagree, these books are ultimately pushing a similar agenda which is why I bought both of them while still in the same phase of my development.

Human Action might be a little more interesting, because it doesn’t try and push this meme that the science and the graphs all support my moral system as the best system. It’s just saying that this moral system is the best system because of muh morals. I’m being a little facetious throughout this post, and here specifically of course but my point should be clear. It’s true that I’ve talked a lot about deliberate conscious choice and unthinking behaviour myself in this blog so maybe on a second read I’ll actually find a lot to talk and think about in this book. I’m going to end this post here, I don’t really have anything else to say. Again I know this post is not my best, but I did get to say a lot even if it may be better to say less but more articulately. I treat this blog like a work in progress, I’m trying to get better with every new entry. Thanks for reading.

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(not really talking about) Books: Part 9

In an earlier entry in this series I said I’d probably write a whole post about a certain book, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time. Well I realise now I have less to say about it than I thought, but I’ll try and give it a short post. So this book is about an autist, not an autist in the way that the term is used online on places like 4chan but an actual person with autism. A fifteen year old boy living in a town not too far from London, with just his father. The book is written from his point of view, almost like a mock diary, so you also get a view of his various idiosyncrasies. The chapters for example, are not numbered normally but rather only the prime numbers are used, because Christopher (the main character) really likes prime numbers. He also struggles to accurately interpret facial expressions, or tone of voice. He also likes things that are well ordered, in particular he likes patterns. He also likes lists.

Now it’s funny how the term autist is used on 4chan, to describe people like me. That is, anyone who struggles socially. Although since getting a customer facing job I’ve become a bit better at holding eye contact, making small talk, and so on, I am still pretty awful with people. The thing is though, I’ve never really had trouble understanding people, or picking up on social cues and nuances. I’m actually quite the opposite of autistic, even if my worst social moments may externally resemble those of someone with autism the internal mechanism is entirely different. I am overly self conscious, I’m too aware of what others are feeling and thinking and what the social subtext is rather than not aware enough. The result however, does seem superficially similar. That is, between robots and high functioning autists, people with Asperger’s for example. Which is what the character of Christopher is, or at least on his way to becoming. After all he is still quite young, although older than I was when I first read this book.

That’s basically the germ of an idea I had for this post, this analysis or investigation of how the term autism is used in a slang way on 4chan (and the internet more generally speaking). Yes of course it’s older than that. You can find films from the 80s where autism (or sperg, autist, ’tist, etc.) is used by school kids as a generic insult for nerdy/ awkward kids. Online though it’s really taken on a whole new life, so to speak, there’s a lot you could say about it. I think it’s really interesting that in fact a mind that works in some ways exactly oppositely to how certain autistic people work (in a figurative sense, not necessarily in terms of actual brain structure. I wouldn’t know) creates a very similar outward result. I’ve known people with actual autism, a good friend of mine as a boy for many years was autistic, the way he thought was very different to how I did.

It’s something I’ve been thinking about lately actually, after a certain awkward chat with one of the customers a few months ago I was trying to go over it and find out exactly what I was doing that weirded people out so much and I realised that from an outside perspective I really do come off kind of like an autist. For example, I’ll respond to “small talk” style questions very literally. Now I know that the unwritten rule is that you’re not really meant to answer those questions but answer a question they didn’t ask you. Like, if someone asks what music you listen to, instead of just naming the musicians you like in order of most listens on your device you’re meant to talk about some music related thing you’ve done recently or something like that.

I know this from observation, I’ve seen small talk when it goes smoothly and this is exactly how it goes. I’ve also read stuff online about this, it really is a good thing to know, but for most people it’s just muscle memory essentially. Because they were properly socialised I suppose and I somehow was not, but for me I have to remind myself to do this shit (and this question avoiding thing is like one of a million different stupid rules) and I have to do it in what is for me a high stress situation as well. I know that it’s pathetic that a simple conversation is “high stress”, but it is what it is and I can’t change that. So instead, when push comes to shove I just act on instinct instead of trying to “follow the rules” and I actually answer people’s questions… like a fucking autist.

I also don’t want to feel like I’m trying to dominate a conversation, I feel like if I just talk about something only semi-related to what was asked the person will think I have an agenda and then they’ll be resentful and talk about me to others or whatever normies do. I’ve experienced gossip since starting this job, they all get along great in person but then have complaints about the exact kind of thing I just mentioned and things like it. So I’m not imagining it, if I want to get along well with people I have to ironically kind of annoy them. It’s the only way, you have to have some kind of presence. I’m a people pleaser though, it’s my weakness, so it’s like going against my programming.

So I have to learn these rules, but for most people if you pointed out these specific “rules” they wouldn’t even know they were following them. In fact, they’d probably think you’re pretty fucking weird for even giving this stuff so much thought. For them, they neither realise they’re doing a dance every time they engage with one another, nor have the self awareness that they’re all equally as pushy or forceful in conversation as they complain about everyone else being. If you’re autistic you may have the lack of awareness, but you don’t understand the “rules”, and if you’re like what we might call a robot (or a foreveralone maybe, I’m really not sure what to call myself) you’re very aware of how people will judge you and resent you. In fact you understand these rules more explicitly than any normie, but you’re too self conscious. The ultimate expression of these internal processes, how you appear to the normie, looks rather similar in the end. You’ll try so hard, and get so far, but in the end, it doesn’t even matter.

I have two contrasting examples, that may illustrate my point. On the one hand let’s take a famous person who is diagnosed with Asperger’s syndrome, Greta Thunberg. And btw I do not appreciate all you meanies on 4chan (/pol/ in particular, not that I spend much time there these days) being so horrible about this little girl. I don’t care if she’s a government plant or whatever you believe, she’s a qt pie with a good heart and you can leave her alone. Joan of Arc was a puppet for more shadowy forces too, Greta will be a similar kind of spiritual figurehead for the new eco friendly reich that will soon arise. Anyway, you look at this interview with her and you can quite clearly tell that she’s not quite socialised normally.

She’s reasonably confident given that this is a 16 year old girl from a small irrelevant European country on a huge American news show, but she’s still a bit “off”. She doesn’t really hold eye contact when answering questions, she seems to look down a few times when making a statement like she’s not quite sure of her own words. I’m not great at analysing people but it’s just clear that she does indeed have autism. Now to contrast I have this interview from Robert Smith I saw recently at a Japanese music festival. There’s a new Cure album coming out soon, so I’ve been watching any new interview that comes out for information about it, and this one I’ve watched quite a few times because it reminds me so much of myself. Indeed if I had to try and give you an example of how I am in person (at least until I get comfortable around you), I would probably suggest this video.

Anyway, I’m pretty certain Robert Smith does not have autism or any associated mental illness. I’ve read a lot about him, probably too much, and I’ve never seen any mention of something like that. Yet, that interview is incredibly similar to the one with based Greta. The stilted speech in particular is what really strikes you. Now Robert Smith is no robot (if you want a robot musician, that would be Nick Drake), he’s happily married and the frontman of an internationally famous rock band, but there is some similarity. He’s certainly a gentle soul, and had only a few things gone differently would easily be another guy on /r9k/, that’s why his music resonates so much with me I think.

This post is a total mess, I’m not going to try and pretend otherwise. The quality of this blog is really all over the place, some weeks I’m really proud of what I’ve written and other weeks I’m hesitant to even go through with uploading the post I’ve got. Maybe I should upload less, I have come to this conclusion before but I always end up coming back to this weekly schedule. And to be fair, some months I do have a post I’m proud of every week, but more often I simply rush things through and that is a problem I have. Now I do have some interesting ideas in the works, it’s not all bad news, but maybe I’ll try to break away from this weekly thing again. I’ll see, clearly I have some kind of compulsion to keep writing every week but maybe when I feel like a post isn’t working out instead of doing what I’m doing here and complaining about my post being bad to extend the wordcount I’ll just give it a few days and try and make something worthwhile or delete the thing and skip a week.

I’ve also had a really stressful week, there’s been a lot of stuff going on and I may write about that but I’m gonna wait until I know how things end up first. I’ll see what happens, and then perhaps I’ll decide what to do. I also have another idea in the works, for a different post that I think could be a lot of fun for both for me to put together and for others to read, and I’m gonna see Joker next week so maybe that will give me something to talk about. It’s certainly made a splash in the usual circles I tend to frequent. So, it’s not like I don’t have plans. I’ve read back through a lot of this blog over the last couple days, because I wanted to find a few certain entries to show someone, and that’s really reminded me of how much of a mess this blog is. For every post I’m really happy with, there’s a rushed and low quality one like this as well. I think that compared to the early days I’ve improved a lot but there’s a lot of work to be done yet. If I want to make this thing into something I can be truly happy to have worked to create.

I’m not keeping this book btw, if that’s not clear. I read it many times over back in the day, I’ve talked about this before but I would read and re-read the same books multiple times in a row often and this was one of those. I possibly read this one ten times or more, sometimes I’d finish it and just start back at chapter one the same night. It was like a friend, but those days are over now.

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Books: Part 8

All grown-ups were children once – although few of them remember it.

The Little Prince is a book I’ve had since I was a small boy. I remember my mum reading it to me when I was maybe six or seven years old, over about a week, before bed every night. I particularly remember the couple of days where we were at the point in the story where the prince is travelling to various small planets, the imagery of it has stuck with me my whole life. I’m not the only one either, I’ve seen it show up in all kinds of interesting places. For example, there’s a company in this country called British Gas (natural gas in this country used to be nationalised, hence the uninspired name) and they had an advertising campaign that ran for years which blatantly ripped off that whole visual concept. If you’re interested just look up “british gas planet home” on youtube, planet home was the name of the initiative. I have to admit some of these ads were really well put together, even if the entire thing is incredibly manipulative as most advertising is.

Anyway, as I was saying this planet hopping part of the book is incredibly memorable and comforting, the idea of us all having our own little planet like the Prince does really tugs at a lot of the feelings I’ve talked about before. That we might all have our own little world to escape to. The rest of the book I have to say however, I remembered far less well when coming back to read it again recently. It all came back to me as I read through it (it’s a very short novella, you can finish it all in an evening) of course, but I was surprised by how much I was being reminded of. Only two things had really stayed with me, the planet hopping section and the personality of the titular character. In a sense I’ve been trying to emulate this character my entire life, since before I read the book myself at least but maybe that time it was read to me as a little boy impacted me more than I consciously realise.

Now it’s not like I woke up one morning and decided to try and method act as him, rather I’ve always admired the various characteristics that make this character and have tried to be like that myself. I didn’t even have the actual character of the little prince himself in my mind while doing this most of the time, it was actually only in re-reading the book just over a month ago that I really noticed the connection. Somehow there’s been this disconnect, where on the one hand I’ve had this personal conception of the character in my mind and always admired him, and on the other this person I would like to be, and yet I didn’t see the clear parallels. I didn’t see that the archetype that the prince represents, is the same one that I have (again, not entirely deliberately) tried to model myself on as I’ve grown up. Now I don’t even find myself trying, at this point in life (I’m 22) I have for the most part simply become this type.

When you’re growing up, there are all these different things pulling you in various directions. Competing impulses, who you spend time with and how you should respond to various circumstances for example. The choices you make during this period of time, will essentially define the kind of person you’ll be as an adult, at least in my opinion. I’ve talked before for example about how I was always kind of fascinated with lonely figures in fiction even when I was quite young, and hadn’t ever really experienced loneliness yet, and always saw something of myself in them. I think what I said in one post was that I could kind of sense that even though the circumstances hadn’t allowed for it yet, those kind of people were the most like me and I would end up like them. Again, perhaps this was even started when I had this book read to me all those years ago. I won’t ever be able to know if this is the case, but it would make a lot of sense.

The little prince is one of those characters, very possibly one of the first I encountered in fiction, he lives alone on his planet for who knows how long until the rose arrives. Sitting up there in his home in the sky, you can’t help but think of this golden haired young boy as a divine figure. The parallels with Apollo are certainly hard to miss. Because of this lonely existence of his, there’s this melancholy in everything he says and does that you can’t miss. I definitely have that now, and in fact it’s probably one of my worst traits, and I imagine it plays a role in people keeping away from me in life. It’s a vicious cycle because the two things both reinforce one another, whichever came first is rather irrelevant. I didn’t always have this offensively gloomy aura though, I think I used to kind of put it on a little. I had romantic ideas of despondent young men and world weary old souls who hate company in mind. And I, only half knowingly, shaped myself in their image.

The prince is quite unlike most of those sorts of people (fictional and real) in one way though, in that he also has a wonderful brightness to counterbalance it, that youthful naivety and openness. I was going to say it’s paradoxical, but actually in thinking about it that’s not right. These two elements of his character are not contradictory, in fact it makes a lot of sense that they would come hand in hand. By being apart from the world of “grown ups” of course on the one hand there is a sadness, but there is also the fact that you haven’t been exposed to a lot of the things that make men cynical. This is also something that I’ve tried a lot to emulate, possibly in part as a reaction against my father who is a very bitter and cynical man. He is also quite a loner generally speaking, but more like the Travis Bickle type I was referring to earlier, jaded by experience.

It’s possible that there is a genetic component, my surname which I share with my dad (and grandfather, and great grandfather, etc.) is an occupational one. That is, it originally described the occupation of the person who held that name. There’s loads of names like this, so a lot of people can figure out from their surname that their ancestors for some time would have been Blacksmiths or Stonemasons or Butchers, and so on. And these professions were kept in the family, you would have done what your father did and his father before him. I don’t want to give my name here, I like keeping semi-anonymous online, but the occupation my surname implies my ancestors (in my paternal line) engaged in would have been a rather solitary one. At least from what I understand about it, I could be completely wrong about all of this, but it does kind of make sense. Traditional professions seem to have gone hand in hand with certain character types, or at least over time they bred a certain temperament.

Back on topic though, I’m not like my dad or these more embittered and resentful types. I am reluctantly judgemental of people, because this modern world requires it, but I also do always try to suspend any prejudice I may have about a person on first interaction. My instinct, or perhaps that’s not the best word as it may be a learned tendency rather than a natural one as I’ve been saying, is to be trusting of a new person when I first meet them. I do generally assume an individual I meet is a good person until proven otherwise, whoever they may be, unlike my dad who does the opposite. This is more like the prince, he is open to others so much so that it kills him.

Fortunately my openness hasn’t killed me yet (or maybe unfortunately), but it has hurt me. It’s an old trope that people like me are easily taken advantage of, and even though I’m very reclusive I’ve still had that happen on more than one occasion. Only in one case has it seriously negatively impacted my life, and even then I got over it pretty quick, but nevertheless it did happen. I could even write an entry or two for this blog about these events, but honestly I don’t actually dwell on these memories too much. I’m not resentful about what happened, in a strange way it validates this view of myself I have and so I’m kind of glad things happened the way they did. A lot of people feel incredibly insulted when they feel like they’ve been taken advantage of, they hold on to that resentment their entire lives, but I suppose I’m too preoccupied with other unhealthy mental fixations.

So yes I have this sadness about me, but I think I also have a rare benignity (although I feel a little weird saying that about myself) that radiates out as well. Again it may seem contradictory at first, I was just saying that the sadness that sometimes shows through this affectionate exterior tends to keep people away. Yet people do tend to like me a lot at the same time, somehow. People have always described me with words like “sweet”, “kind”, “innocent” and so on. Which of course always only reinforces this self perception I have of myself, and seeing as it’s what people respond well to encourages me to embrace this aspect of my character even more firmly. Basically, the people who know me are glad I (and therefore, people like me) exist, but they don’t actually want much to do with me personally.

One time at work this guy came up to me while I was sitting out in the front of the shop. In the summer sometimes it gets really warm inside, so when it’s not busy I just sit outside. He sat next to me, on the ground looking up at me a little as I was on the step, and smiled. We had a brief conversation, he was having a bad day because he had missed both a train and a bus and was therefore very late getting to where he needed to go, but I mostly just listened because I’m incredibly awkward and never know what to say to people. He left after a short while, when his bus arrived, but before leaving he told me something. He said that just staring at my face helped him calm down (very weird thing to say), and that he could tell I was a good person.

Now it’s pretty unusual for someone to be this explicit, and I think he might have been high on some drug, but the general sentiment is not too unusual a thing for me to inspire in someone. And the thing is, I like it. Maybe I’m even somewhat delusional, and that I’m actually entirely wrong about other people’s perception of me. It’s possible I’m just projecting out what I want people to think, but then something like the story above happens and that stops the doubt for a while. Again usually it’s not as clear as that, often just a comment from one of the customers or a feeling I get from how people treat me. I feel like I have more to say but I’m lost for words and I’m really veering off topic.

I’m going to hold on to this book, it’s so short that I imagine I will certainly read it again some day. I wish I had more to say, but I’m not interested in the usual things that come up when people talk about this book. I’m not here to tell you about the importance of “embracing your inner child” or whatever silly interpretations people have that you can find a thousand other articles and blog posts already telling you, I think that kind of analysis really misses the point. Frankly I think that a lot of people use a distorted interpretation of such a message to justify behaviours that aren’t very cute or childlike at all, but are actually rather obnoxious, impulsive and solipsistic. People do all sorts of things that are very much adultlike, under the guise of “childlike curiosity”.

A lot of articles and essays I was able to find tend to say that the purpose of the two drawings right at the start for example, is to show how with adulthood we lose our imagination. Later the various people the prince visits on his interplanetary tour are there to show that as we grow up we tend to become much more focused on the mundane, and that we lose an ability to see with our heart rather than our eyes. Indeed that is a line that another character says, or something very similar, the fox. Now I agree that this is the purpose of these parts of the story, but then there’s this leap that everyone takes which I can’t understand. That therefore we should reject growing up, and remain perpetual children. That all will be well in the world should we simply remember how to think as children do.

I don’t see it, and frankly that would put a rather positive tone (sickeningly positive that is, very hippie-ish) on a book which for me is punctuated throughout with melancholy. I think rather that the book is a lament, for as sad as it is to lose this childlike nature it must happen. The message is not that we need to try and get back in touch with our childlike nature at all, but that we all must grow up. As sad as it may be to say so. Indeed the narrator manages to survive the crash in the Sahara not because he learns once again to see the elephant inside that hat or some equally kitsch plot point, but because of his mechanical knowledge and experience. His personal specialisation is what defines him, just like the man on the lamp post planet is defined by his role. To be sorrowful about something, to have this sorrow be the message of a story, is not necessarily an argument for resisting it.

I think that this book serves people of all ages. To the very young it is this wonderful tale that follows laws only a young child could understand. Flying to different planets with the help of migrating birds, talking plants and animals, being sent across space by a snake’s bite. To the older child/ young teen, it serves as a reminder to enjoy what remains of your childhood years and savour them rather than being so desperate to grow up. It shows you that the freedom you associate with adulthood is not what it seems, indeed in many ways you’re freer at this time than you’ll ever be. Being somewhat grown at this point, you might not take the ending passage with the snake so literally. Indeed if this book exists to mourn the necessary death of childhood, and the prince is the archetypal child, what might this ending symbolise I wonder?

Then to the young adult, still struggling to adapt to adult life, you might have the realisation I’ve had on my most recent reading. That as sad as it is to move on, to struggle against becoming an adult is futile. You’re fighting against something that will always overwhelm you in time. As for older people, I can’t help but be reminded of the quote I took from the dedication note in the book and posted at the start of this entry. Perhaps one day I’ll need reminding, and so for that reason I plan to hold on to this book for now. It’s such a charming story, and it does mean a lot to me. This copy in particular, with it’s browned pages and bent corners, has been part of my life for such a long time. I can’t get rid of it, and as I just said I do believe that I will still have some use for it yet.

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Books: Part 6

Ok, when I wrote the first “Books” post I was planning it to be an interesting one off entry. I realised that I’d need to split it up when I was getting to the end of explaining what I was going to do and it had already taken up over 2,000 words. Now 2,000 words is nothing if you’re talking about an introduction to a book, but for a blog post I think it’s quite a good point to stop. I generally stay within the 2,000 to 5,000 word range as a rule, I think that’s the sweet spot because it’s long enough that you have to take a good five to ten minutes out of your day and give it some time, you can’t just breeze through one of my posts in 30 seconds and forget about it, but it’s not so long as to actually change anyone’s plans either. You can read one of my posts in one go, and hopefully it gives you something to think about but ultimately you can then simply move on with your day. Although I think my posts are better enjoyed in the evening, with no further plans ahead.

I then realised after the second post in the series, which was the first one where I really actually started talking about the books I own, that this would take a lot longer than I originally expected. That is, if I wanted to actually say more than a few words about each of them. The problem is I’ve now reached the sixth part, and have not even covered half of the books I own yet. So I’ve decided this part will be a “lightning round” where I cover a lot of the books that I don’t have a lot to say about and hopefully that pile that needs sorting will be a lot smaller by the time I’m done. I’ll say now that you shouldn’t expect anything insightful or interesting from this particular post, I’m just kind of trying to get through these books now because I kind of backed myself into a corner with this whole idea. I do think that I’ll have one or two posts in this series after this, maybe even three, which will be more engaging though. Here’s hoping.

The Day of the Triffids by John Wyndham

This is a short novel, set in an alternative post-apocalyptic London during the early 20th century. The premise if I remember correctly, is that some kind of alien energy field hits the earth one evening and everyone who sees it is blinded. Which is most people on the planet. Then after that these moving hostile plants which for some reason are named Triffids spawn into being and begin hunting people, and I think consuming them as well. The protagonist of the novel keeps his eyesight thanks to some kind of plot convenience that I don’t remember, and the novel follows his journey through the city and eventually to a farmstead in the countryside.

My uncle gave me this copy, years ago now. I enjoyed reading it at the time, but that’s it. I don’t think there’s anything to be gained from going back to it. Even if it’s just a case of going back to a familiar story and familiar characters, there are other books like The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings which are far better if you’re looking simply to escape into a good story. There’s no reason for me to hold onto this, so I won’t. I wouldn’t say it’s not worth a read, but it’s not worth having a physical copy of it in this day and age.

 The Big Big Big Book of Tashi by Anna and Barbara Fienberg and Kim Gamble

This is collection of 14 short stories for children, small children. The author and the series, the characters and so on, are Australian in fact not british. See my uncle lived in Australia for a years, I think possibly for as long as a decade maybe even more than that. He didn’t move back to England until I was a few years old, maybe four or five I’d guess. I don’t recall exactly, being four or five years old I don’t remember much from that period of time. I imagine he must have brought this with him when he came back, as a gift. I know he bought it for me, and I know I’ve had this book for as long as I can remember.

The books are about this boy whose name I forget, and his friend Tashi who has these many fantastical stories to tell about his life before emigrating to presumably Australia but basically a generic western neighbourhood that could be anywhere. So the actual stories are mostly set in this fantasy land with monsters and magic and so on, but framed within a more normal/ familiar setting. Anyway as much as I did enjoy this book as a little kid I just don’t see any good reason to hold on to it. It’s going to have to go.

Europe: A History by Norman Davies

This is one of the longest books I’ve ever read, maybe the longest. It’s pretty clear what it’s about, a book that supposedly covers all of European history from pre-history through to the fall of the soviet union. One of the positives about this book is that it does make the effort to include a lot of eastern European history that might be overlooked like the history of medieval Poland and Lithuania, Kievan Rus and the Eastern Roman Empire/ Byzantium. It moves chronologically of course, but because of the scope this means a lot of moving back and forth to switch to a new region especially during the early middle ages when things were the least connected.

The problem is that the book is just incredibly dull, I actually didn’t finish it if I’m being honest but gave up towards the end while reading an absurdly long chapter on Napoleon. It’s quite clear where the author’s interest lies, it was about twice as long as the chapter that covered almost an entire millennium of roman history. Perhaps author is the wrong word here, the first thing he says in the introduction is that there’s no original work or research that was necessary for this book. Not that it was just a compilation of other historical works, it was a retelling in his own words, but everything in here could be found somewhere else. The list of citations/ sources at the back is huge, they alone make up the length of a short novella.

I’m not sure whether to keep hold of it or throw it away, because I don’t like to leave a book unfinished, but it’s been years since I gave up on it and I remember almost nothing outside of the major events of the period I was up to. That is outside of the particular periods of time which I’ve read other things about. Speaking of which the book just didn’t go into nearly enough detail in the areas that I personally find interesting, pre-history and into the bronze age, classical Greco-Roman history and dark ages Britain. I think I’ll hold onto it for now, and if I haven’t picked it back up within a year I’ll just give it to the charity shop. After all I did originally buy this there, before my current job I volunteered at a second hand shop for half a year and it was while there that I bought this. I’ll probably take it to a different one though, I don’t ever plan to return to the shop I was helping out ever again.

The Lamb and the Butterfly by Arnold Sundgaard and Eric Carle, The Unicorn and the Sea by Fiona Moodie, and The Fire Children by Eric Maddern and Frané Lessac

I’ve decided to group all of these together because whatever I might say about one applies to all three. These are books for very small children, basically toddlers. They’re picture books so I think that in this case the illustrators are just as crucial as the authors which is why I included both names. Upon opening these books just for a quick flick through I’m hit with this warm feeling of familiarity, these are probably the first books I ever read. In fact they were probably there before I was even capable of not just reading but speaking. I remember I had quite a few more like this, but for whatever reason these ones have remained in my possession while the others have been lost along the way. It’s a shame, there are others I remember more fondly even than these and I do wish I could look through them one last time. I can’t even find them online based on the hazy memories I have though, and anyway even if I had them I would be making the same decision I am going to make regarding the ones I do still have. That is, I will finally be letting go of them.

boom! by Mark Haddon

Now this isn’t the only book by this author I have a copy of, I also have The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time but I think that one might lead to a more interesting entry in this series so I’ll leave it for today. boom! on the other hand is another children’s adventure book, following the theme that will run throughout this entry. It’s not even one I remember particularly fondly or well either. I don’t know why I have held onto it for this long, but it can certainly go now. I do however have a particular memory associated with this novel, which I wouldn’t mind having written down so I won’t forget about it.

It’s actually of the first time I was unable to fall asleep, when I was maybe 9 or 10 years old, I don’t quite know. A better way of putting it would be to say, my first experience of insomnia. Now I have pretty mild insomnia, it’s not debilitating at all and most nights it’s not a problem. A few nights a month though, and often all in one go, I’ll have quite a lot of trouble getting to sleep. There’s been a heatwave here over the last week in fact so it’s been worse than usual actually, but hopefully next week should be cooler. Also my dad is leaving for a few weeks, and I always sleep better when the flat is empty apart from me.

So one summer evening I decided to stay up late, and I was reading this book at the time. At the time I had just got rid of my bed, and had yet to build the new one so I was sleeping on a mattress on the floor (kind of like I do now, although this was in my old room) with the door on my right hand side as I was sat up in bed. I started reading under the covers with my torch, and after a short while I heard my mum go to sleep. I kept reading for quite some time after this, but eventually I realised it must be really late, maybe even midnight! So I decided to go to sleep. Yet I wasn’t able to, I closed my eyes and turned from side to side but nothing would do it.

I remember after some time I started to worry that it would always be like this now, I knew that my mum had always suffered from insomnia as she often had to take naps in the afternoon after getting home from work because she hadn’t slept enough the night before. In a way I kind of saw it as part of the process of growing up, after all she was the main adult figure in my life and she had it. I’m surprised how quickly I just accepted this fate, and luckily I was wrong and it’s not anywhere near as much of a problem for me as it was for her. I must have fallen asleep eventually, but I do remember feeling groggy and miserable the following day. Not an especially interesting story, but it’s one I remember well.

Esio Trot, The Giraffe and the Pelly and Me, George’s Marvellous Medicine, and Danny the Champion of the World by Roald Dahl

I’m sure everyone is well aware of who Roald Dahl is, I loved these books when I was little and I used to have quite a few more of his books but they have also been lost along the way. Just like those picture books I talked about, when I see Quentin Blake’s iconic illustrations I’m taken to a very familiar and comforting place. There is just no good reason for me to hold onto these though, and so they also have to go.

Now We Are Six and The House at Pooh Corner by A. A. Milne

These might be the hardest of the books from my childhood to let go of, I’m still considering holding onto them. The House At Pooh Corner is the second of the two volumes of short stories featuring the character Winnie The Pooh and his friends, I did have both volumes once as well as both of the poetry collections but now I only have one of each clearly. Again, I’m not exactly sure what happened to the other books I had, but they’re gone now. Now the final story in the collection ends with Christopher Robin leaving Pooh and all the other animals of the hundred acre wood to go somewhere. It was never really clear to me where when I was a little boy, but I’ve since learned that the implication was that he was going off to boarding school.

The story ends with a touching moment between Christopher Robin and Pooh on a hill overlooking the wood, in which Christopher Robin knights Pooh and then asks him never to forget him “not even when I’m a hundred”. Even when I was the age of about five or six and I didn’t pick up on the implications about where exactly he was going, I still remember this ending felt rather sad. Christopher Robin probably didn’t have any time for toys when he came back from school, so this was his way of putting childish things aside. Which I suppose is what I need to do also.

Now We Are Six is a collection of poems, many of them about Christopher Robin, Pooh and the rest of the characters. I suppose I got it wrong when I said in the second entry in this series that I had covered all of the poetry books I own. This particular copy is very special to me, it was a gift for my sixth birthday from both my uncle and his partner (a friend of my mother’s who he met upon returning to England) and it even has a little message from them on the inside cover. Again as with quite a few of the books I’m looking through today the illustrations bring out a strong feeling of nostalgia. I know I should let it go, as I plan to do with the other Pooh book and all the little kiddie books I’ve sorted through, but I really don’t want to. It’s difficult because I’ll have to simply throw this one in the rubbish, as my name written on the note at the front means I can’t give it away. I’ll just hold on to it until I can think of what to do, it’s very small and doesn’t take up a lot of space.

Ubik and Time Out of Joint by Philip K. Dick

Another pattern might be noticeable in this entry, in fact across this entire little series of posts. Both of these were gifts from my uncle, in fact because his memory isn’t very good he actually gave me two separate copies of Ubik. One quite a few years ago now, shortly after I read The Time Machine the first time and mentioned that I was looking for more science fiction to read, the second copy was a gift either last Christmas or the year before that. I loved it at the time, in fact I was considering reading it again just as a recap for the post I had planned to do in this series which was all about Philip K. Dick. I’m currently in the middle of reading something that I don’t want to be distracted from though and while I am reading quite a lot these days because the heat makes it impossible to do anything else I think it’ll still be a little while until I finish it.

So instead I’ve decided to just write a short bit about PKD and the books of his (and one about him) I own rather than giving him a whole post. I will keep hold of my copy of Ubik though and probably re-read it some time soon. Maybe I’ll have more to say about it in another post, not part of this series but just a standalone thing like I did for Travels in Nihilon. I’ll keep the newer copy, it’s got a nicer and more appropriate cover, it has better quality paper and binding, the pages aren’t faded and yellowed, etc. Time Out of Joint on the other hand I read more recently, maybe a year ago now or so. I didn’t like it at all, I’m not really sure what the point to any of it was. See Ubik brings up all these ideas about death and how reliable our sense of perception is and I don’t feel like Time Out of Joint really asks or answers anything.

The book is about a simulated environment of sorts, and I’m sure it was one of the earliest explorations of that concept, but it’s been done so much more interestingly since. Kant and his concept of the Thing-in-itself is name dropped as well but I don’t know if it’s actually something the book explores or really says anything about at all. It doesn’t feel like it, the book seems very straightforward unlike the other PKD books I’ve read (Ubik, A Scanner Darkly, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep), then again I don’t know anything about continental philosophy so maybe there is some real substance to be found and it just went right over my head. I’ll keep hold of it as well for now, but I might change my mind at any point and just throw it. I don’t think I want to read it again, I didn’t really enjoy it. It’s certainly the least enjoyable of all the PKD works I’ve read so far.

A Life of Philip K. Dick by Anthony Peake

This is an interesting book, at least the last section was kind of interesting. It’s split into two parts, the first part takes up most of the book (about three quarters) and it’s simply a biography. It’s interesting enough if you’re interested in the man, and he is an interesting man, but this book came to me (as you can guess, as a gift from my uncle) a bit too late. See by the time I got this, I think the Christmas before last, I had lost most of the interest I had in the man who remembered the future. Even the stuff in the second part which talks about his genuinely impressive insights into the future and his many weird interests I had already read a great deal about already online over the years.

I’m not sure whether to hold onto it or not, speaking about him in this post has made me think about perhaps reading one of his novels that I haven’t yet. I’ve been reading a lot of fairly dry history lately, and maybe a sci-fi novel will be a nice change of pace. I always meant to read his last book The Transmigration of Timothy Archer, which supposedly explores a lot of his weirder theological/ esoteric ideas. Maybe it’ll be worth holding onto this book for now.

No Longer Human by Osamu Dazai

This is a book that you’ve probably heard of if you’re part of the /polit9k/ crowd who mostly end up reading these little blog posts I write, as 4chan and specifically those boards are the only places I’ve ever linked this blog to. Naturally most of the visitors I get come from there or through the wordpress reader thingy, but for a few months I didn’t get anyone from the reader. So I bought this book right after starting my job actually, with my first month’s pay I think or maybe the second. I had heard that it was le relatable doomer novel, and frankly that’s quite a mischaracterisation. It’s certainly an interesting read, although I didn’t like the way it was structured at all as it was kind of all over the place, but that’s fine.

The book is semi-autobiographical, it’s a work of fiction with made up characters but heavily inspired by the events of the author’s own life. It’s split into three main sections, which are set during a different period in the life of the main character Oba, each one a decade or more apart from the others. Then around this is a short intro and outro where some other character talks about finding out about this main character and his life through some journals left behind by him. The thing is though that Oba is not a modern “doomer” by any stretch, he’s basically just a sociopath. Not a Patrick Bateman or Howard Roark big shot corporate type sociopath, but similar in that he has seemingly no regard or care for the suffering if others.

The seeming difference is that his inability to sympathise or relate to anyone is something that is a curse rather than a benefit. I’m not sure if it is a difference though, maybe the community focused “collectivist” culture of early 20th century Japan played more of a role than any moral character of his own. Perhaps someone similar would just go on to fit the “sociopath” archetype that we’re more used to if he was raised in a modern western city.  I know this is kind of a cope that a lot of unsuccessful people cling onto, but it is undeniable that being uncaring and willing to step on other people gives you a huge advantage in life. That is, you will find it much easier to achieve your material goals.

In fact that’s something to think about isn’t it? Oba’s feelings of alienation are considered relatable and “oh he’s just like me” by a lot of robots and incels which is why this book gets suggested a lot, but he’s not like them at all. In fact he’s the very opposite, but rather in a culture like his it’s people such as that who are the ones that struggle the most to get by. There’s a lot pseudo-scientific talk online in the circles I’ve been around about “alphas” and “betas” and a lot of people have done a good job of pointing the broscience out for what it is. However I think the terms are used figuratively more so nowadays, an “alpha” is a collection of characteristics and attitudes, it’s a feeling. In the past in these circles you would hear the term “alpha male” but now it’s just “alpha”. “Is X alpha or beta?” is a an example of how the terms are used now.

So what exactly is it that defines “alpha” and “beta” as the terms are used today? Well it’s difficult to say, there’s some quality that can’t be described with other words otherwise we would have kept on using those. I do think that one (1) of the many themes represented is care. Visualise a spectrum, at one end would be someone who cares for others entirely over themselves, and at the other end vice versa. This is one of many measures of “alpha-ness” or the opposite, in that whatever point along the line it is where your care for others exceeds the care for yourself is where you can be classified as “beta” at least in this one regard. I suppose the idea behind having these themes all lumped together under the terms “alpha” and “beta” is that if you’re “beta” in one area of life you’re probably “beta” in most others also. So the value is in showing the connection between these traits.

Now I could get even more sidetracked than I have been in talking about why some people are more one way or another when it comes to this. I’ll leave it for you to think about on your own though, you can probably figure out my general thoughts on why from what I’ve said in other posts. My point here is that Japan appears to be a “beta” culture, you could say. In that emphasis is placed on putting the needs of the community before those of your own, rather than the “alpha” culture of the occident. So Dazai’s feelings of alienation might be relatable but he isn’t. I’m not the only one who feels like this, I’ve seen quite a few threads about this book on both /r9k/ and /lit/ in my time and a lot of people express a similar feeling.

That’s fine though, in fact thinking about it perhaps it’s more valuable for robots to read this book than to read a novel which features a primary character who is more like themselves. That would in a way be a kind of self pandering, this on the other hand allows us to see that perhaps in a different time and a different place it is someone quite different who is “disqualified from being human” as the more literal translation of the title goes. So I would actually say that this book does a better job of describing and capturing this aspect of the human condition than both works that as I said may feature more relatable protagonists in a similar situation, but also the same book back in it’s own context when it was originally published. I’ll hold onto this one.

Peter Pan by J. M. Barrie and Peter Pan in Scarlet by Geraldine McCaughrean

I was doing so well, keeping it concise, but I couldn’t help myself. I’ll end this post with one last quick one. Peter Pan is a story we all know well I’m sure, the tale of the boy who wouldn’t grow up. This was one of those books I read over and over, the “official sequel” Peter Pan in Scarlet I didn’t enjoy as much and I remember almost nothing about, but I still have it here for some reason and so it must be mentioned. I think the irony in holding onto a children’s book which is about the necessity of growing up (in part) is clear to everyone, so of course I will be giving both of these books away.

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Books: Part 4

I finished reading this very small (about the size of my hand) book about the film director Wes Anderson recently, and so I think now is a good time to try and do the next part in this series of posts. That pile of books has been in the corner of my room for a really long time now as well. I’ve just had a lot on my mind, of course this blog doesn’t have a stated topic or theme, but I do tend to talk about a certain set of issues fairly frequently. The thing is that’s just what is on my mind most of the time, it’s what occupies my thoughts and it’s what I care about right now. I find it hard to write the posts that are about something different, like these ones, when I’m so preoccupied with other thoughts. The last post I uploaded was the longest I’ve ever written I believe, yet it only took me a couple of days to write. I’ve started writing this post and stopped, and deleted stuff and tried again, and so on, for over a month. I’ve got quite a few free days this week though with nothing whatsoever to do, so I’ll do my best. It’s not that this isn’t something I want to do, or am enjoying (I’m very happy with the other posts in this series) I’m just having a bit of a hard time right now focusing on anything.

Ok, so this book was was an interesting insight into Wes Anderson’s influences and the themes and feelings that repeatedly come up in his films, but I wouldn’t say it has made me much more interested in actually watching them. The few of his I haven’t seen that is, I’ve watched almost all of them at this point. Because the thing is, I’m not really that much of a fan anymore. I have watched a lot of his films as I just said, and I think he has a unique charm and visual style, but I’m kind of losing interest in him. This book was a gift, I didn’t buy it for myself, my uncle gave it to me along with some other books for Christmas. This isn’t even the first book about Wes Anderson in particular that he’s given to me. While this one was rather small, the other was rather large. As you can see from the header image, I’ve taken a photo of them next to each other because I don’t know what else to put there. So he clearly seems to think I am a big fan, and I can only think of one reason that might be.

This is that I just don’t say very much, which means that people seem to give more weight to the things I do say. At least, those few people who know and care that I exist. Which isn’t a bad thing necessarily for reasons I’m sure anyone would understand, I hate when I’m not taken seriously, but it does mean that sometimes people seize on the things I say too firmly. This is a perfect example of that, I’ve perhaps made a few somewhat positive comments about the director and his films over several years (while watching them with him, my uncle himself and his family all seem to like his films much more than I do) and now I guess I’m his number one fan. I will say I do think The Darjeeling Limited is a great film, but as much as I might have enjoyed the others I’ve seen they haven’t stuck with me.

The writer of the little pink book seems to have a very strong attachment to Wes Anderson’s films, for every one there’s a memory attached. She repeatedly associates them with certain periods in her life, times where things were going well that she reminisces over, or when they were going poorly and his films provided a certain comfort. Now maybe this is seen by some as the pleb tier way of appreciating art, it’s an entirely emotional and instinctual appreciation rather than an intellectual one. Yet that is how most of us decide upon what we consider our “favourites” to be when talking about art or at least popular media. My posts about The Cure were very similar, in fact even more so because while the woman writing this book does have some knowledge about cinema and technique and that sort of thing I know nothing about music. In the book she does still talk about how the films were made, I couldn’t have done the same even if I wanted to. I talk about the music of course, those posts aren’t just 13,000 words worth of nostalgiafagging, but it’s not technical at all. I don’t know what notes and chords and time signatures etc etc. are. I can just say things like, “the spiralling sound created with the guitar on One Hundred Years is really cool”.

So as I said I kind of had that experience with The Darjeeling Limited, far less intensely than the writer of this book or what I have had with other things, but I certainly remember it fondly. For reasons that shouldn’t be hard to figure out if you’re a regular reader, a story about estranged family members going on a journey together through a beautiful tropical world. I don’t know if I’d enjoy it the same way today as I did as a young teen, but it did stay in my thoughts for a while. The rest of Wes Anderson’s filmography just does nothing for me though, maybe this is a tired analogy but his films are like candyfloss. They’re certainly very pretty and enjoyable, and a great deal of care goes into the making of them, but there’s nothing substantive or nourishing contained within. You don’t feel much better, or much worse, once you’re finished with it. Just a very brief feeling of satisfaction, that wears off before the credits close.

So the question is what do I do with these two books? I don’t like throwing away gifts that I’ve received recently, and I did get this smaller book only half a year ago, but I’m not going to read it again and other than the section going through Wes Anderson’s various artistic influences I don’t think I gained anything from reading it. On top of that, now I know that I’ve already been gifted two very similar books like this (I’ve only briefly flicked through the other one, but it’s the same sort of thing) who’s to say I won’t just be gifted another next year. Will I just have to throw away another book about the director every year, is this going to become some kind of bizarre yearly ritual? On top of that, I’ll end up wasting so much time (not that I use my time well anyway) reading these books because I feel bad throwing a book I was given as a present away without reading it once at least. I’m probably going to have to make myself read this other bigger book before I can give it away without feeling bad, but I will be giving it away. I’ve decided, and of course I will also be putting the pink book in the throw away pile as well.

A fair few of the books I have were presents from my uncle, and all of the ones to do with cinema. See he has a film studies degree I believe, or something to do with cinema, and so that has always been something I’ve been able to talk about with him. I don’t see my uncle and cousins very often, at this point I really only see them once a year for Christmas despite them living only a short walk away, but even when I was younger and seeing them much more often I never was that comfortable around them. I’m almost as awkward and stilted when interacting with them as I am with my co-workers or with the regular customers who recognise me. So talking about and watching interesting things is one of the few ways in which we can “bond” I suppose. I see my uncle more often than the rest of his family, I didn’t explain that too well just now, we tend to go to see a film every few months.

So I think because we talk about this so often he has the impression I’m more interested or passionate about cinema than I really am, as I was saying earlier. Whenever he mentions that I should reconsider my decision not to go to university, which is pretty often, he also mentions that perhaps doing a film degree would be something I’d enjoy. See him and my mum were from a very middle class background, where “going to uni” isn’t so much a decision to make but something that’s spoken about as just another part of life. I can quite clearly recall my mum saying things like “.. and when you go to uni” fairly often. My dad on the other hand was from a poorer and more working class background up north and so he didn’t have that attitude, but he wasn’t my main carer for most of my development as he and my mum split up when I was only two years old. Then when he had to start looking after me at the age of 14, I realise now I gradually became more and more opposed to the idea of higher education. I already talked about his poisonous influence in  a lot of detail in my last post though, I don’t need to beat a dead horse here.

Anyway, in particular we both quite enjoy a lot of the old European westerns from the 60s and early 70s, that is to say they were shot and directed in Europe but of course set in the American wild west. So over the years I’ve been given a few books about those as well, and I’ve already gotten rid of a couple in the past so there are only two left. One by Alex Cox the director, which I will keep, and another which follows a very similar structure to that one but is far less engaging and in depth so I’ll give it away. Now almost everyone will have heard of the phenomenon of “spaghetti westerns”. Even if you’ve never seen any of them, you know who Clint Eastwood is, you recognise Ennio Morricone’s signature sound, you’ve heard about A Fistful of Dollars and Django, and so on thanks to cultural osmosis.

What people don’t realise is just how many lesser known “spaghetti westerns” were released. In total it was something like 500, over only a decade and a half roughly. Now most of them were very derivative, and even the most famous ones by Sergio Leone which inspired hundreds of rip offs were themselves very “inspired” by the samurai films of Akira Kurosawa, but there are loads of gems as well. 10,000 Ways to Die, which is the book by Alex Cox I mentioned, goes through a lot of these lesser known releases and reading about them before going on to watch them either on my own or with my uncle has been a lot of fun. In fact, I was lucky enough to go and see a showing of one of the only two (or maybe three) original surviving film reel copies of The Great Silence by Sergio Corbucci with him, and that is a film that will always stick in my mind. It’s not my favourite film ever, that would be Brazil by Terry Gilliam, but it’s one of them.

The funny thing is, I actually first watched Sergio Leone’s “dollars trilogy” not with my uncle but with my dad. My dad plays the guitar, and so when he first started looking after me he would often play it and one evening he was playing a piece from the soundtrack to For a Few Dollars More. So I asked him what it was, and he told me about it and these films and the next day he went and bought copies of the films and I loved them. I must have mentioned this to my uncle, which he was happy about as he had actually written about one of the films for his degree I think, and so whenever I went around to visit (this was when I saw still in my mid teens, and going there frequently) he had a different one for us to watch.

My dad and my uncle never got along, they’ve always disliked each other and I’ve always been stuck in the middle of it. They’re not brothers, he’s my mother’s brother, and I can remember quite vividly me and my mum being invited over to visit for Christmas when I was maybe 6 or 7 years old and my dad being distinctly not allowed to come. When my mum asked why, she was told “I just don’t like him”. Not that my dad is any nicer, the amount of vitriol and filth I’ve heard him say about my uncle from such a young age is frankly disgusting. As I said earlier they are from very different backgrounds, so my uncle is very middle class and passive aggressive about it while my dad is much more crude. Since my mother died they have had to interact a lot more, so nowadays they’re cordial with one another but all the resentment is there just under the surface. My dad thinks he’s being looked down on, he’s always had a chip on his shoulder about it, but in this case I would agree that my uncle probably does and always has.

The result of this is that I can’t help but view anything that happens involving both of them as some kind of weird power game, or at least being suspicious of something like that. I hate it, and it’s mostly because my dad is genuinely mentally unhinged and paranoid and has felt the need to tell me about his delusions my entire life. Many of which focus around my uncle, naturally. In fact for a good couple of years he seemed genuinely convinced my uncle had murdered my mother, I wish I was fucking joking. He even went to the police station with his “evidence” and was laughed out of there, of course there are certain police officers that are out to get him he believes so that doesn’t mean anything. This is the exact kind of toxic shit I was talking about last week, he’s fucking poison. I’ve had this crap in the background since before I can even remember, I could write a 10,000 word post going over the many different wacky scenarios and conspiracies against him he thinks there are or has in the past. I’m getting completely sidetracked though, my point was that I always had this niggling feeling that maybe my uncle was trying to “steal” that thing I had with my dad watching these films. After all I started watching these films with my dad, but now it’s more of a tradition with me and my uncle. I’m just not sure what to think.

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Books: Part 1

I like to throw things away, to clear out clutter and old things I’ll never need or use, it’s quite satisfying. What’s funny is that I find cluttered environments can be very /comfy/, piles of old books and stacks of notes, weird ornaments, wooden chests or boxes lining the hall. I find bare and minimalist home interiors generally feel rather sterile and uninviting. Yet over the last four or five years I’ve been slowly (or more like in a few short frenetic sessions, spread months or years apart) turning my flat and my room in particular from the former into the latter.

When my mum passed away I moved into the room that had before been hers because my dad wasn’t willing to take it, and he moved into what had been my room until then. I had a lot of stuff, and it was over the few days it took to move everything that I really recognised how much crap I had. I’d been in that old room since the age of about 9, and along with bringing all my old toys and things from where I’d lived before I had collected quite a lot more. Wherever I was in there, a distraction was literally at hand at any moment. I could be lying on the floor in the middle of the room, or at my desk with the really old and slow desktop computer I used to have back then, or sitting on my bed, and just grab one of the books or action figures strewn across the floor.

The first things that had to go were all my toys, and this stage I suppose is pretty normal. Most kids reach an age where they decide it’s time to put childish things aside. Just like that line from the bible about becoming a man, and although I wouldn’t call myself a man even today I no longer saw myself as a boy either. Now it wasn’t easy to just discard these toys of mine because I’d developed quite a little universe for them to live in, every one of them had a story and they all had stories they shared together as well. I took them all together in a bag and gave it to my dad to take to the second hand shop, with this romantic idea in my head that they were going off together for more adventures, although in reality who knows. I imagine they were mostly sold separately.

I used to keep all of these toys in several plastic boxes (or at least I did in theory, as I said they spent most of the time everywhere in my room but the boxes), I had actually had them my entire life I believe. They were bought before I was born by my parents, blue, green and orange. I threw two of those away as well, and several other plastic boxes and containers that I had been keeping other things in, mostly stationery stuff like pens and pencils but also paint brushes and art supplies. So at some point, maybe now we’re at a year or just under since my dad moved in, I decided that all these boxes and what was in the ones that were still full all had to go as well. See I hadn’t actually used any of this stuff in years, I had long since lost interest in arts and crafts and that sort of thing. I was still taking art classes at school, and enjoying it for the most part, but in my own free time I had no desire to spend my time on that sort of thing.

I remember in particular I had these watercolour pencils which came in this lovely metal case and had a beautiful painting of a forest on one side, presumably that had been painted using the same pencils. I think they perfectly exemplify exactly what bothered me so much about all this stuff I had. As I said I like clutter, and “things”, but not just any old things. They have to be meaningful and valuable to me, not valuable in terms of market value or whatever (although the two may coincide, things that take more care or time to produce generally come at a greater cost) but rather in terms of how much I want to and am glad to own them. It’s not something that can really be measured or graded. The fact that I could so easily throw so many of my things away, shows how little value they had to me for example. It’s not that I’m unsentimental, I had memories attached to some of these things or at least they had been the decoration to my childhood, but that’s not quite the same thing. This is why the pencils are such a great symbol. I remember my mother buying them for me when I was very young. I remember the few times I had used them, and I remembered them always being there on the shelves, and when it came to it and I was throwing them out I did feel a tinge of melancholy. More importantly though, I knew that I wanted to be rid of them. It was like they were a weight, holding me down in the past.

Modern life is buying lots of things rather cheaply and then buying some more, if you’ll pardon my pretentious attempt at pithiness. That idea of value I was talking about, it’s hard to define no matter the circumstance but in the specific one I inhabit especially so. That being a modern, consumer capitalist, first world country.. or something idk. Ideally, I want to be proud of every single thing I own and glad to have it. When you’re surrounded by a sea of junk though it’s hard to identify and distinguish the things you value (in the sense that I’ve been using it so far) from everything else. This sentimentality for or attachment you have to a lot of stuff you grew up alongside just because it’s familiar can feel rather similar to the feelings you have towards something you truly value. These pencils are the perfect example because they really were of no value to me at all, if anything I had “negative” value for them as I wanted not to own them, and yet I found it hard to throw them away. I hadn’t used them in years, I never planned to again, yet it was still sad.

So that was good enough for me for quite some time, I had cleared out a lot of junk and things I didn’t use and also got rid of my toys. It wasn’t until a good couple years later that the urge to purge returned, but return it did. Now we’re in the summer break just after I had gone through the first year of my A-Levels (and dropped out, as I mentioned in the last entry) and I remember quite well I was just sitting in my room with nothing to do one afternoon and I started looking through all the piles of papers and textbooks that were piled up under my bed. See I’d just been throwing everything under there since I’d moved into the room. School textbooks, homework I’d forgotten to hand in, drawings and shitty poetry and weird notes I’d written to myself, just piles and piles of this crap. So I spent several hours a day, for a few days, going through it all and then immediately tearing it all up and putting in several huge bin bags to throw out. That wasn’t enough though, I looked at my old bed which I’d had for years and was starting to fall apart and I decided it should go as well. I took my dad’s screwdriver and I loosened all the planks one by one until there was just a pile of wood. I’ve slept with just a mattress on the floor ever since, so for about five years. I put a mat underneath it to keep it aired well and also I turn it over every weekend and change all the bedding of course.

So a pattern was developing where after a long period of time I’d throw away quite a lot and replace it with nothing. I had in my head this kind of pseudo-buddhist sounding idea that the attachment I had for these things was unhealthy and I did have a minimalist goal in mind. I felt like they were a liability, that the mere fact of owning something that could potentially be stolen or damaged made me weak. There were other things I threw away in a few other sessions like I’ve previously described. I got rid of a lot of old photographs, and I sold a lot of my old videogames and DVDs. I threw away a lot of clothes although I obviously did replace those, but now I have a much smaller and more deliberate wardrobe. I could do a whole separate post on the subject of clothing, frankly I’ve been meaning to since the early days of this blog but haven’t found the right way to do so, there is a lot more to talk about on the subject than you might initially think.

The one last thing I do need to mention though, before getting on to the actual task I had in mind before starting this post, is the books. I probably got rid of 60-70% of the books I owned, some time in 2014 I think. I threw away enough of them that I was able to also throw away the book shelf I was keeping them on and move what was left onto the other more general shelving unit I have. This was a little later down the line, and I had kind of dropped that minimalist ideal and was closer to the perspective I have now of just wanting to own only things I was proud of or glad to have. It was mostly children’s books to be honest, I don’t regret throwing any of them away, in fact I kept a lot more than I perhaps should’ve.

Which takes us to where we are today, see I threw away a lot of YA and younger children’s books which I’d been given and never read or only read once but not cared for much, but that’s mostly it. A lot of those kinds of books come in long series as I’m sure most people are aware, so for example I was really into these books when I was pretty young (maybe seven or eight years old) which were about the adventures of a kid called Jiggy McCue and his friends. Each book was a different adventure, and there were about ten or maybe more of these. Now that was a particularly big series, most of these were trilogies or sets of three or four, but after getting rid of all of these book series that I hadn’t read in years I realised how small my “library” really was. It was mostly just padding, the problem was the sentimentality which hadn’t stopped me before was harder to overcome this time, and because of it I kept some books which I know I’ll never read again (and as it’s unlikely I’ll have children of my own, so nor pass on to them) simply because of the fond memories I have from them.

Now it’s taken me a lot longer to just get to this point because I’ve been writing very little lately, and even though I’m no longer uploading a new post every week I still don’t want huge gaps between new posts, so I’ve decided to split this into two parts. There is one last thing that I was planning on talking about in this posts though so I’ll end this first part with that rather than going through the books and in part 2 I’ll do the sorting. My plan is (appropriately, given the title of this blog) not just to list the books I own, because that would make for a rather short post, but to use them as jumping off points to talk about various things.

Right, so all this talk about books lately, and specifically physical copies of books, has really made me think. See, from the time of the oldest examples of writing until as recently as two decades ago if you wanted to experience literature then physical copies of the work you are interested in were the only option for you. Nowadays, you can find most of what you may want to read online for free relatively easily. Of course, specialist things like maybe medical textbooks or very obscure works you might not be able to find, but most of the things that most people are interested in reading (even just among bookish types) are easy to find online. If not for free, then you can still save space and a lot of money by using an e-reader. For a lot of the reasons that one would choose to buy a book, going digital is objectively the better choice.

On /lit/ there was a thread recently where this guy claimed he had decided to “start with the greeks” and had spent nearly £1000 (or maybe dollars, I don’t remember) on Amazon ordering copies of various translations of classical works. Collected plays, history books, philosophical texts, and religious stuff. Now it’s highly likely that he didn’t actually do it, although what a fucking madman if he did, but still you do get a lot of people who will spend quite a bit all at once because they like the idea of owning and reading a lot of books more than they actually enjoy reading. Someone actually said something like that in the thread. Or at least, people who have this romanticised view of themselves after they make these purchases as autodidactic hermit philosophers, and I’ll be honest I’ve caught myself recently almost falling into the same trap.

The thing is, with these new cheaper and easier alternatives these people are revealed. If you really want to read as much as possible then why would you spend more money and time waiting for it to arrive or having to go to the bookstore yourself. It makes no sense at all, sure people give silly little explanations when pushed, like “staring at a screen too long, especially before bed, is bad” or that physical copies “feel nicer” but these are so transparent if thought about for more than a second. If physical copies are nicer you can still go to a public library, but well then you wouldn’t have a cool shelf to share a picture of in the weekly “bookshelf thread” on /lit/, and that just cannot be.

I don’t think it’s controversial to say that bookish types/ bookworms are generally more withdrawn or reclusive people. I’m not able to actually justify that statement, but the stereotype is as old as Emperor Claudius at least if not older so that surely counts for something. So I understand that not only do people who spend more time at home want to make this environment they spend so much time in nice to look at and be in (as I said right at the start of this post, I also understand a big collection of old books and things can be cosy), and also that if they have a nice home environment then that can sort of retroactively justify them having not spent much as much time socialising and having fun with people in their youth than they perhaps wish they had. I understand that and I’m not attacking anyone, I just think that self awareness is important and we should think about why we want the things we want.

All I think is that bibliophilia is quite superficial, it’s an aesthetic choice, fetishism even. You don’t have to actually love literature or reading to “love” books, and these recent technological developments make it more clear. There’s only one argument I’ve heard that doesn’t feel completely hollow to me, and it’s funny because it’s also kind of built on the changes in technology that have taken place over the last few decades. See, nowadays we have more distractions than ever and it’s very easy to never end up finishing what you’re reading. You might have a PDF of a book on one tab and just leave it for months. If you actually spend quite a bit of your own money on a book on the other hand, perhaps that will make you more inclined to “get your money’s worth” so to speak. Anyway I’m not saying that buying and collecting books is a bad thing to do, I just think it’s good to think about these things.

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