Philosophers' cars
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Griff said:
Looks very similar no
Back on thread topic; I think all contemporary philosophers have to drive Saabs and give lifts to homeless travelling bums these days.
Michael Foot used to have an '83 Austin Ambassador, A.J Ayer, a Maxi.
I can reveal the philosopher of diet, and elephant impersonator Nigel Lawson has an old Cherokee, which he wisely lets his missus drive, incase his jowls foul the clutch.
I can reveal the philosopher of diet, and elephant impersonator Nigel Lawson has an old Cherokee, which he wisely lets his missus drive, incase his jowls foul the clutch.
oneflewover
Following "The Tigers"
Stanley Edwards said:
Not that he is much of a philosopher, but Roland Gift drove a Saab whilst living in Hull.
dylan, bragg
Dylan sings of the Buick 6 - did he ever drive one?
http://images.google.co.uk/imgres?imgurl=http://www.hochzeitsauto.ch/images/buick%25206%2520redu.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.hochzeitsauto.ch/Fotogallerie/index.htm&h=177&w=272&sz=12&hl=en&start=1&tbnid=GexzIle5_pjA7M:&tbnh=74&tbnw=113&prev=/images%3Fq%3DBUICK%2B6%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Den%26lr%3D%26sa%3DN[/URL]
And of course Billy Bragg sings of the Vauxhall Velox
http://www.philseed.com/vx-velox.html
Dylan sings of the Buick 6 - did he ever drive one?
http://images.google.co.uk/imgres?imgurl=http://www.hochzeitsauto.ch/images/buick%25206%2520redu.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.hochzeitsauto.ch/Fotogallerie/index.htm&h=177&w=272&sz=12&hl=en&start=1&tbnid=GexzIle5_pjA7M:&tbnh=74&tbnw=113&prev=/images%3Fq%3DBUICK%2B6%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Den%26lr%3D%26sa%3DN[/URL]
And of course Billy Bragg sings of the Vauxhall Velox
http://www.philseed.com/vx-velox.html
baudrillard
Another writer letting us down
From
Jacques Derrida by Mitchell Stephens (The New York Times Magazine by Mitchell Stephens, 23 January 1994)
Derrida was, to begin with, an outsider. He grew up not in Paris, or even the provinces, but in Algeria, as a Jew. Even now Derrida writes and lives in the suburbs - how un-Sartrelike - with his wife of 36 years, Marguerite. He commutes by car to his office at the Ecole des Hautes Etudes en Sciences Sociales, in Paris.
Another writer letting us down
From
Jacques Derrida by Mitchell Stephens (The New York Times Magazine by Mitchell Stephens, 23 January 1994)
Derrida was, to begin with, an outsider. He grew up not in Paris, or even the provinces, but in Algeria, as a Jew. Even now Derrida writes and lives in the suburbs - how un-Sartrelike - with his wife of 36 years, Marguerite. He commutes by car to his office at the Ecole des Hautes Etudes en Sciences Sociales, in Paris.
charles bukowski was a beetle driver
if this picture is anything to go by
http://worldfilm.about.com/cs/upcomingreleases/p/Bukowski.htm
if this picture is anything to go by
http://worldfilm.about.com/cs/upcomingreleases/p/Bukowski.htm
philip larkin drove a van den plas princess
philip larkin's motor revealed
(taken from)
http://www.philiplarkin.com/essays/kenyon/larkin_at_hull.htm
Apart from those dictated by the growth of the University, this period saw other significant changes in his life style. For instance, in 1964 he learned to drive, which he did with great solemnity and determination, traits enhanced by his choice of car, an elegant but rather funereal Van Den Plas Princess, one of those irritating vehicles which are much larger outside than in, so that riding with him you were uncomfortably conscious of his sheer width. Initially at least he was an apprehensive driver, with a notice fixed to the facia in front of him exhorting him to 'THINK!'. I remember one summer evening -- in 1965 or 1966, I suppose -- he and Maeve drove us out for a dinner at 'The Trout' at Wansford, inadvisably by the back roads. He flinched and cursed at the sight of the farm tractors, which were particularly numerous that night: 'They bring those bloody things out as soon as they hear I'm coming', he groaned, steering vertiginously over the ditch, 'especially those great whirring things with spikes'. Naturally the car broadened his social life, and when his poems died off to a trickle I wondered, with 'The Whitsun Weddings' and 'Dockery and Son' in mind, whether he was not some kind of railway poet, perhaps even a bicycle poet. High Windows in 1974 proved me wrong, of course, though his output certainly declined in the 1970s. (With the bicycle he also abandoned just about his only form of physical exercise.)
philip larkin's motor revealed
(taken from)
http://www.philiplarkin.com/essays/kenyon/larkin_at_hull.htm
Apart from those dictated by the growth of the University, this period saw other significant changes in his life style. For instance, in 1964 he learned to drive, which he did with great solemnity and determination, traits enhanced by his choice of car, an elegant but rather funereal Van Den Plas Princess, one of those irritating vehicles which are much larger outside than in, so that riding with him you were uncomfortably conscious of his sheer width. Initially at least he was an apprehensive driver, with a notice fixed to the facia in front of him exhorting him to 'THINK!'. I remember one summer evening -- in 1965 or 1966, I suppose -- he and Maeve drove us out for a dinner at 'The Trout' at Wansford, inadvisably by the back roads. He flinched and cursed at the sight of the farm tractors, which were particularly numerous that night: 'They bring those bloody things out as soon as they hear I'm coming', he groaned, steering vertiginously over the ditch, 'especially those great whirring things with spikes'. Naturally the car broadened his social life, and when his poems died off to a trickle I wondered, with 'The Whitsun Weddings' and 'Dockery and Son' in mind, whether he was not some kind of railway poet, perhaps even a bicycle poet. High Windows in 1974 proved me wrong, of course, though his output certainly declined in the 1970s. (With the bicycle he also abandoned just about his only form of physical exercise.)
