Hyperdialectic: A Structural and Structuring Heuristics

Dynamics of Opposites: Hyperdialectic

What
 we
 call 
hyperdialectic 
is 
a
 thought…that
 is
 capable
 of 
reaching 
truth 
because 
it
 envisages 
without restriction 
the
 plurality 
of 
the
 relationships 
and
 what 
has 
been 
called ambiguity. The bad dialectic 
is
 that 
which
 thinks
 it 
recomposes
 being 
by 
a 
thetic 
thought, by 
an
 assemblage
 of 
statements, 
by 
thesis,
 antithesis,
 and 
synthesis; 
the
 good 
dialectic
 is 
that
 which
 is
 conscious 
of 
the fact 
that
 every
 thesis
 is 
an
 idealization, that
 Being 
is
 not 
made 
up
 of
 idealizations
 or 
of 
things
 said, 
as
 the 
old
 logic 
believed, 
but 
of 
bound
 wholes 
where
 signification 
never 
is 
except 
in tendency*, where the inertia of the content never permits the defining of one term as positive, another term as negative, and still less a third term as absolute suppression of the negative by itself. (Merleau-Ponty The Visible and Invisible)

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What’s in a Birthday: Reflections

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This morning my husband told me that my birthday is 10 days overdue, my Hebrew birthday, that is. Continue reading

Letters To A Young Poet

letters Young Poet

I wish I were young Franz Xaver Kapus

Whose only claim to unique celebrity

Were Rainer Maria Rilke’s UberLetters

To a Young Poet’s incarnate immortality.

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Looking back. What is harmony? between man and woman, between personalities, between nations, between generations… How to create harmony? Through disharmony?

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Bruegel_IcarusShe opened the coffee table book and stopped at the reproduction of Bruegel’s “Landscape with the fall of Icarus”

He: Found something interesting?

She: Is it sunset or sunrise?

He, from the corner of his eye, handing her tea: More like sunset. What’s the difference? Who cares anyway?

Who Cares

The self-absorbed ploughman ploughs the bountiful soil

Expensive ship cruise the rocky shores: life’s at its height

The bemused shepherd muses: perfect day, no spoil

No one can care less when Icarus reaches twilight

The selfish fisherman lounges to fish on the sea shore

End of a journey: the sun does not shine so bright

Icarus’ legs clown like the legs of Belmer’s whores

Daedalus’ stellar son was not prepared for such a flight

Belmer_Cephalopode

Who Cares

The fantastiKarus must fall

Forever

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He, taking the book of her hands and She not opposing resistance: You’re so absorbed!

She: Why doesn’t…

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L’ élu: P’tite Ode a Mon Kindlele

Je t’ai attendu
si longtemps
les feuilles moisies
me rappellaient ton absence
je t’ai rêvé
plus de 20 ans
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Enlightenment glimpse by glimpse : a Quote and a Poem

Zen enlightenment, which carries with it a deep and lasting comprehension of one’s place in the totality of the universe, is not easily gained — contrary to the impression of “immediacy” that many people have taken away from their cursory reading of Zen literature. Continue reading

T.H. White: The Book of Merlyn

the book of Merlyn_last chImagine a rusty bolt on the garden door, which has been set wrong, or the door has sagged on its hinges since it was put on, and for years the bolt has never been shot efficiently: except by hammering it, or by lifting the door a little, and wriggling it home with effort. Imagine then that the old bolt is unscrewed, rubbed with emery paper, bathed in paraffin, polished with fine sand, generously oiled, and reset by a skilled workman with such nicety that it bolts and unbolts with the pressure of a finger – with the pressure of a feather – almost so that you could blow it open or shut. Can you imagine the feelings of the bolt? They are the feelings of glory which convalescent people have, after a fever. It would look forward to being bolted, yearning for the raptures of its sweet, succesful motion. Continue reading