- Dorothy Sayers
Tuesday, 15 June 2010
OH NO SHE DIDN'T!
- Dorothy Sayers
Sunday, 6 June 2010
Against Developmental Philosophy
Tuesday, 27 April 2010
Bertrand Russell was Wrong
Any philosophy can be internally consistent, but you’ve gotta get ur axioms right. Here’s the logical outworking of atheism – a thought system built on the most erroneous of first principles - according to Berty:
That man is the product of causes that had no prevision of the end they were achieving; that his origin, his growth, his hopes and fears, his loves and his beliefs, are but the outcome of accidental collocations of atoms; that no fire, no heroism, no intensity of thought and feeling, can preserve individual life beyond the grave; that all the labors of the ages, all the devotion, all the inspiration, all the noonday brightness of human genius, are destined to extinction in the vast death of the solar system, and that the whole temple of Man's achievement must inevitably be buried beneath the debris of a universe in ruins- all these things, if not quite beyond dispute, are yet so nearly certain that no philosophy which rejects them can hope to stand. Only within the scaffolding of these truths, only on the firm foundation of unyielding dispair, can the soul's habitation henceforth be safely built.
If there were no God (absurd!), and all we had to look forward to was the inevitable heat death of the universe, then Russell - and all his pessimistic clan - are right. Thankfully, they're not.
Listen to Local Natives
Is Jesus Pitchfork Approved?
It got me thinking: there’s a surprising amount of good theological (or at least quasi-biblical) allusion going on in Pitchfork-approved bands - given that Christianity is pretty much the cardinal sin for hipsters.
A brief selection:
Anything by Sufjan Stevens (hello Seven Swans/Songs for Christmas)
Wolf Parade: “What makes a sinner serve, unless he knows you’re alive?” (cf. Romans 1:4)
Surfer Blood:
Forget the second coming
I need you in the here and now
Instead of dreaming up a way to spread your name across the world somehow
When you told me you were leaving
I wasn’t thirsty for revenge
No I wasn’t disappointed much at all
Coz you’ll be back again
Friday, 16 April 2010
Pseudo-Modernity: The Cultural Vacuum
In postmodernism, one read, watched, listened, as before. In pseudo-modernism one phones, clicks, presses, surfs, chooses, moves, downloads. There is a generation gap here, roughly separating people born before and after 1980. Those born later might see their peers as free, autonomous, inventive, expressive, dynamic, empowered, independent, their voices unique, raised and heard: postmodernism and everything before it will by contrast seem elitist, dull, a distant and droning monologue which oppresses and occludes them. Those bornbefore 1980 may see, not the people, but contemporary texts which are alternately violent, pornographic, unreal, trite, vapid, conformist, consumerist, meaningless and brainless (see the drivel found, say, on some Wikipedia pages, or the lack of context on Ceefax). To them what came before pseudo-modernism will increasingly seem a golden age of intelligence, creativity, rebellion and authenticity. Hence the name ‘pseudo-modernism’ also connotes the tension between the sophistication of the technological means, and the vapidity or ignorance of the content conveyed by it – a cultural moment summed up by the fatuity of the mobile phone user’s “I’m on the bus”.