DotCommunist
So many particulars. So many questions.
just that the lower orders had plug-in style implants an spent their days plugged into some great command tree providing grey-matter proccessing capacity.
Recommend texts that have had philosophical impact on you
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just that the lower orders had plug-in style implants an spent their days plugged into some great command tree providing grey-matter proccessing capacity.
mentalchik
"I say we take off and nuke the site from orbit."
It's driving me crazy too now.............
have spent ages trying to search for it !
(shakes fist at Dotty)
SpookyFrank
Don't swallow the cap
Chris Gray - Leaving the 20th Century: Incomplete Work of the Situationist International
Fyodor Dostoyevsky - Notes From Underground
Hermann Hesse - Siddartha
E. F. Schumacher - Small is Beautiful
Wilhelm Reich - The Invasion of Complusory Sex-Morality
John Wyndham - Day of the Triffids
Fyodor Dostoyevsky - Notes From Underground
Hermann Hesse - Siddartha
E. F. Schumacher - Small is Beautiful
Wilhelm Reich - The Invasion of Complusory Sex-Morality
John Wyndham - Day of the Triffids
DotCommunist
So many particulars. So many questions.
Byron said:
Wyndham kicks fucking arse. Check Warren Ellis comic book idea about what would have happened if the Midwitch Cuckoos had survived
http://www.freakangels.com/?p=23
kyser_soze
Hawking's Angry Eyebrow
Gulliver's Travels by Jonathon Swift. A greater work of misanthropic satire there is not. As you're on a break from Uni, perhaps you would concentrate your reading on 'Voyage to Laputa'...
kabbes
First intersubjective, then internalised
Two books by Oliver James -- They Fuck You Up and Affluenza have caused me more introspection than most other things. They're the ones that immediately spring to mind, in any case.
Science fiction is great for making you think about the inherent assumptions in society. Including Herbert AND Asimov. Asimov isn't just restricted to the Robot and Foundation stories, you know. I just read The Gods Themselves, which is a fantastic book. Not sure it is still in print though. Similarly Haldemann and Orson Scott Card are very insightful.
Science fiction is great for making you think about the inherent assumptions in society. Including Herbert AND Asimov. Asimov isn't just restricted to the Robot and Foundation stories, you know. I just read The Gods Themselves, which is a fantastic book. Not sure it is still in print though. Similarly Haldemann and Orson Scott Card are very insightful.
joe_infinity
Well-Known Member
Joseph Campbell - 'the hero with a thousand faces'
a great and highly influential book about the perennial structure of the hero myth
a great and highly influential book about the perennial structure of the hero myth
Gavin Bl
terrible awful baaad
Walden
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance
I find alot of stuff that details a landscape intimately to be very 'philosophical' - Hardy's Wessex, Oliver Rackham - a recent book 'The Wild Places'. Not read any, but I imagine Roger Deakin (sp?) has a similar effect.
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance
I find alot of stuff that details a landscape intimately to be very 'philosophical' - Hardy's Wessex, Oliver Rackham - a recent book 'The Wild Places'. Not read any, but I imagine Roger Deakin (sp?) has a similar effect.
this poem:IF..... Rudyard Kipling
IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
Pickman's model
sunset spires and twilight woods
Cynara
Non sum qualis eram bonae sub regno Cynarae
Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine
There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed
Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine;
And I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, I was desolate and bowed my head:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
All night upon mine heart I felt her warm heart beat,
Night-long within mine arms in love and sleep she lay;
Surely the kisses of her bought red mouth were sweet;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
When I awoke and found the dawn was gray:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind,
Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng,
Dancing, to put thy pale, lost lilies out of mind;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, all the time, because the dance was long:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
I cried for madder music and for stronger wine,
But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire,
Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine;
And I am desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, hungry for the lips of my desire:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
Ernest Dowson
(1867-1900)
Non sum qualis eram bonae sub regno Cynarae
Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine
There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed
Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine;
And I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, I was desolate and bowed my head:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
All night upon mine heart I felt her warm heart beat,
Night-long within mine arms in love and sleep she lay;
Surely the kisses of her bought red mouth were sweet;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
When I awoke and found the dawn was gray:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind,
Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng,
Dancing, to put thy pale, lost lilies out of mind;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, all the time, because the dance was long:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
I cried for madder music and for stronger wine,
But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire,
Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine;
And I am desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, hungry for the lips of my desire:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
Ernest Dowson
(1867-1900)
taffboy gwyrdd
Embrace the confusion!
Dont know about philosophical, but Homage to Catalonia by Orwell is a rip-roaring political adventure.
Philosophically, Path of The Masters by Julian P Johnson.
Philosophically, Path of The Masters by Julian P Johnson.
Pickman's model
sunset spires and twilight woods
philosophy in the boudoir
When I think about it Alice in Wonderland and a penguin child's edition of Frankenstein (I haven't bothered with the proper text). The whole question of coming into existence from nothing or disappearing to nothing. Provokes weird existential feelings.
If we are talking science fiction I would recommend Fred Holye's "The Black Cloud". It's just so chocka with ideas you are guaranteed to find something there to interest you. Also Thomas Disch - Camp Concentration.
If we are talking science fiction I would recommend Fred Holye's "The Black Cloud". It's just so chocka with ideas you are guaranteed to find something there to interest you. Also Thomas Disch - Camp Concentration.
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