Week 8 | Wider Reading | Contents
Tuesday | Poetry | Wiki Wild West
Wednesday | Fiction | The Unbearable Meaningfulness of Being Overweight in Fiction
Friday | Chapbook | Seven Electro Emotions, by Eliza Stefanidi
Saturday | Mixtape | Critical Listening
Plato, Aristotle, Bharata Muni, Al-Jahiz, Lodovico Castelvetro.
Wordsworth, Eichenbaum, Coleridge, Shklovsky, Hazlitt, Yury Tynyanov, Jakobson and Mr. Propp.
Northrop Frye, Said, Rousseau, Voltaire, Kant, Foucault. Locke, Machiavelli, Sartre, Proust, Beauvoir, Fayol, Shakespeare, Milton, Woolf, Maupassant, Tolstoy, Dostoevsky.
Perloff, Hassan, Peters, Picard, Barthes, Brecht, Lacoue-Labarthe.
Jacques Derrida, Jacques Lacan, Paul Celan, and Gérard Granel. Nietzsche, Hölderlin and Walter Benjamin.
Martin Heidegger.
I, evidently, am incredibly well read. Evidence aside, it proves nothing.
The widest readings come from places only you know.
James Harringman
Editor-in-chief
You need to make proper use of this reading list, James.
ReplyDeleteWhat you do is, write the URL for this blog on a piece of paper. Then, when anyone's arguing with you, about anything, hold up the piece of paper and say,
'I've read all of these. What have you read? Can you even read? If you don't know your Al-Jahiz, how can you even have an opinion on ANYTHING at all? I bet your mind's exploding in every direction even thinking about ideas as complex as this, isn't it?'
Then, humming cheerfully, you turn your back on them and stroll away. That's the only real use for wider reading.
I would 'deploy' the list as such but I fear they would say - "ahem,Gottfried Wilhelm Leibniz?"
ReplyDeleteIt seems you never can be quite wide enough.
Karl Marx, Russell Brand, John Wayne, Charles Dickens, Michael Stipe, Tennysson.
ReplyDeleteI rest my case.
Ah, that's simple. Deploy the legendary tactic of the Professor de Worms;
ReplyDelete"Whenever he said something that nobody but he could understand, I replied with something which I could not even understand myself.
'I don't fancy,' he said, 'that you could have worked out the principle that evolution is only negation, since there inheres in it the introduction of lacuna, which are an essential of differentiation.'
I replied quite scornfully, 'You read all that up in Pinckwerts; the notion that involution functioned eugenically was exposed long ago by Glumpe.'
It is unnecessary for me to say that there never were such people as Pinckwerts and Glumpe. But the people all round (rather to my surprise) seemed to remember them quite well, and the Professor, finding that the learned and mysterious method left him rather at the mercy of an enemy slightly deficient in scruples, fell back upon a more popular form of wit. 'I see,' he sneered, 'you prevail like the false pig in Aesop.' 'And you fail,' I answered, smiling, 'like the hedgehog in Montaigne.'
Need I say that there is no hedgehog in Montaigne? 'Your claptrap comes off,' he said; 'so would your beard.' I had no intelligent answer to this, which was quite true and rather witty. But I laughed heartily, answered, 'Like the Pantheist's boots,' at random, and turned on my heel with all the honours of victory."
"But wine and companionship had always the effect of inspiring him to a farcical ingenuity, and the Professor soon found himself struggling with the too vast energy of the new language, as it passed through the heated brain of Syme."
ReplyDeletePerhaps my second favourite book in the entire world.
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