Heroic Evil

Men cause evil by wanting to heroically triumph over it.

Ernest Becker, 1975

Simple statement of the problem(*). Taken from Roger Griffin’s 2007 “Modernism and Fascism“. Reading this slowly, because it is intellectually / technically wordy, but also because several other recent reads referred to it (including McGilchrist IIRC, though I’d bought it before I’d read the latter.). A study of what made modernism and the responses that lead to the (re-)invention of transcendent narratives – eg eternal beauty – when these are dismantled by enlightenment thinking. Depressingly true. So far (1/3 through) Nietzsche, particularly Zarathustra, is a major source for Griffin.

Never did write a complete review of McGilchrist’s “The Master and his Emissary“. Excellent read (incidentally a title also taken from Nietzsche), but most of my thoughts distributed in various blog comment threads, not just this one.

Come back right-brain, all is forgiven, incidentally also a theme of this latest summary by Alan Rayner of his approach to The Hole of Education.

(*) And still further incidentally, when I read the quote, I thought immediately of why I cannot stand Ayn Rand, and flicked to the index and bibliography to discover she was not one of Griffin’s references. I only had that in mind because there are Rand fans talking about a film release of her Atlas Shrugged.

It Was Ten Years Ago

Thanks to Marsha on MD for reminding me that I started this blog exactly 10 years ago, two days after 9/11 – not quite coincidentally – see the footnote to every page.

There’s something solid forming in the air,
And the wall of death is lowered in Times Square.
No-one seems to care,
They carry on as if nothing were there.
The wind is blowing harder now,
Blowing dust into my eyes.
The dust settles on my skin,
Making a crust I cannot move in
And I’m hovering like a fly
Waiting for the windshield on the freeway.

(Fly On A Windshield, Peter Gabriel 1974)

And it ain’t funny …

As I walk through this wicked world
Searching for light in the darkness of insanity
I ask myself, is all hope lost ?
Is there only hatred and misery ?

And each time I feel like this inside
There’s one thing I wanna know
What’s so funny ’bout peace, love & understanding ?
Oh, what’s so funny ’bout peace, love & understanding ?

And as I walk on, through troubled times
My spirit gets so downhearted sometimes
So, where are the strong and who are the trusted ?
And where is the harmony, sweet harmony ?

‘Cause each time I feel it slippin’ away,
Just makes me wanna cry.
What’s so funny ’bout peace, love & understanding ?
Oh, what’s so funny ’bout peace, love & understanding ?

(Nick Lowe)

Uncle Tungsten

This sad news story reminded me I had recently read Oliver Sacks childhood memoir

Uncle Tungsten – Memories of a Chemical Boyhood

Reminded me of myself, even the Nitrogen Iodide trick, though I never went so far as to get a fume-cupboard installed in the home.

This book underlies everything else Dr Sacks has written, and is worthy to stand with the great scientific memoirs, for its passion, its insight, its sense of history and its felicity. – Paul Theroux.

A must-read for anyone who’d admit to having learned the Periodic Table by heart 😉

Single Brains

A couple of links via David Gurteen.

An interesting take from Robert Paterson on the usual science / evolution / religion debate generalising about Americans, which took me to his post on the (lack of) Wisdom of Crowds.

I am noting an emerging new dogma … :
“The best ideas emerge on their own from the Bottom UP”
I think that this is utter rubbish.

Me too.

And this Matt Taylor post in defence of brains.