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Thursday, December 04, 2003

 

Your Brighter Writer-Rider

(coming soon to a website near you!):

Lo! Differing Ways to Write for Differing Purposes and Audiences!

Example Numero Uno: Plato

I'm Not Talkin the Plato of the Republic Here
(whoever did he write that piece of stupid clap for?),

But the Other Plato, Made like a Hallmark Card ever-so-to
Himself so he could make a mark, survive: Phaedrus (forgive me I am
listening to one train after another chow its whistle here tonight for everyone who can hear)
in his First Dialogues
with Lovers of Word and World,

& OH! that Sexy Thing
who Glides around Rhetorica,
Diotima, in Symposium :
must obviously and can only be
our Numero Uno, Mr James--

Mr. James
Brown (yeah, say it loud!), ,
as you all well know--- so, carry on, then:


Diff between Plato and his student, Aristotle? Oversimplified--warning: grad school lexicon about to be spouted like it volcanic or not: *Reductive*--I love that term!-- but this, oversimplified to the max? Plato liked categories and he liked possibility, and more, antithesis blowing up the categories and all their glorious NOTs. Derrida amply overdoes that for us today as readers of obfuscated academic bullshit, of course. That is just how long it took us to come. This far_oh so_Pl_ato.

Plato liked categorizing things, sure. But he liked pushing the load of it all forward. He liked to look ahead toward an unknown and he was okay with not knowing. All of what I say here is, of course, based only on the paltry remains of their texts, which is completely indeterminate!-- anutter whole madder youse whose be academic guys know dis! -- as it is well known. But here and now, let's just make a sup-pose on it all, frailty tho it has, is what I'm thinkin aloud here in writing(one good def of blogging: thinking aloud in writing except when you are not). That's really all theorizing can ever do. Fun or devasting as it is.

Epistemology. Get some effing Vicks, okay? We sort of give a shit, but we are trying to get a life here and can't get around the fact that to discuss whether or not there is such a thing as goodness, we have to have a lot more leisure time and all our basic needs met minimally is all, to be sure. Not our teeth falling out! Not our children's teeth fallin out! Some nice dentists, okay? Got it? Plato cannot nod. That is because he is dead. Hmmmm. Some wisdom spreads around the rock fire. That was an aesthetic sunset on a canyon wall, for sure, kinda pink like a rock lip. A pine tree falls down in the oak forest, flat on its face. Two Arms will Always. Um. Om. Make a man. Oh Woman?--where are you sweetie? And everyone please remain in your seats until we sort this dam thing out: half go to girl, everything to boy, okay? That'll do: no more muttering in the back of the room, Y'all.

Okay, now: back to the seer-we-us madders at hand: the diff between Plato and Aristotle. I always want to say Chortle, at this point. Does anyone here know what a chortle sounds like, exactly?--Patrick Herron?--can you tell me?

Still trying to get back to the serious matter at hand in the major Academic long standing divergence between these two marble-encrusted, too wordy fellas, Mr. Plato, and Mr. Aristotle--tho of course neither one of them is nearly as word-numbing as Mr. Cicero (you know Aristotle-Chortle taught that first one we have on record as wanting. Well: to colonize the world?--yes?--why do we even READ this stuff?)

Okay now that the chaff has been separated from the ongoing. I love. You are good. Very nice is also good. Thank you very much. Send me to CNN now. Do they have an express elevator in this studio meme? How about lyrics, do they have any of those?

And Mr. Aristotle? Such a categorical mind: it makes you want to pet its saw toothed blades, slim reverb to wooden handle grip, no?

Moral of the story? Aristotle liked his with no gravy. He liked categories to stay in place, no stray. Downy is not Scott Free, but they are both Fabric Softeners. Which one is best?

Whereas Plato would have made them so dialectical that the stream of knowing could not ever have pinned one or the other into any Heraclitan bed or good foot. The rocks were very mossy and after that became very slip-cover on grandmother couches, then.

Stave Tuned to Brighter Writer-Riders!

In the Mean Time:
will Mr. Tristram Shandy, Mr. Lewis Carroll, and Mr. James Joyce,
Ms. Sojourner Truth, Ms. Zora Neale Hurston and Ms. June Jordan
please stick around for more meow?
Blessedness, always, All.

special thanks to kari edwards for the good words.