Showing posts with label Immanuel Kant. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Immanuel Kant. Show all posts

Friday, December 18, 2015

Philosophy in the Bedroom, and coming from inside the house

People who should not be Architects #2: Philosophers.

Ludwig Wittgenstein was embittered by the difficulties he encountered in implementing his ideas for the Stonborough House,* which left him hostile to the entire profession of structural engineering.
...[Wittgenstein] wrote me an unhappy letter saying, "The men of construction are wicked". I replied, "All men are wicked". He rejoined, "True, but the men of construction are more wicked than the men of any other trade". I retorted that my logical sense rebelled against such a comment, and there the matter rested until occupation elsewhere enlarged his view as to the prevalence of sin.
Returning to first principles, he came to the conclusion that no essential element separated buildings from clothes. Both were simply over-specialised derivatives of a common theme, and true health and happiness could only be attained by returning to a more versatile form of body extension.
"I am not interested in erecting a building, but in having the foundations of possible buildings transparently in front of me."
This episode comes to mind because Lyle Zapato recently documented similar reflections on the part of the novelist Gerald Heard. perhaps inspired by Wittgenstein's exegesis, although there was a lot of this going round in the 1920s.

In the future there will be EVEN MOAR.

Open Mike here is not entirely clear on the concept of "foundations of possible buildings" and is trying to dress himself in reinforced concrete. He has progressed as far as the lattice of rebar but he will come to regret the entire project when the cement truck backs up to him.
* The Stonborough House has been described as 'the most water-piped edifice in the world'. Even in the living-rooms there were upwards of ten rough farmyard taps, some with zinc troughs and some (as those projecting from the ceiling and from converted gas brackets near the fireplace) directed at the unprotected floor. Even the gas pipes were connected up with this water system and would gush strongly at any attempt to provide the light.

Monday, March 2, 2015

For the mask you have selected
Stands for Chaos or for Law

What is the purpose of a disguise?
To conceal one's identity, Socrates.

So if the possessor of an enticingly high forehead should seek anonymity -- in some hypothetical hemlock-related situation -- his best costume would be one that conceals the forehead by which he is recognised?
So it would seem, Smut Socrates.

Sunday, February 1, 2015

Visions of a parallel world: Full of sound and fury, signifying nothing

Choosing one's literary-criticism name is as important as the choice of one's porn name, although the process does not seem to be as formalised. It helps to have a double-barrelled hyphenate first name along the lines of Jean-Paul, but if the components do not exude continentality then they should be abbreviated and subordinated to a floofy middle name. By way of example, R.-L. Etienne Barnett has more cachet and élan and atelier than Richard Lawrence E. Barnett.

R.-L. Etienne has chosen to invest his prodigious talents in the dual literary métiers of (a) "Solicitation of Submissions to Guest-Edited Volumes", and (b) "Unpublication". Here is one of his productions in the former forté, an invitation of analyses of “anguish and art” in the works of Sam Beckett, for a forthcoming volume “Bleeding Jewel”:
To negotiate the Beckettian ontology is to encounter texts that often slither into transgressive recesses, slake into subversive gorges, into linguistically-intoned chasms where spiritual deadlock overtakes all but visions dissolute, allot no space to other. The discourse so birthed — extradited to the margins, to interstices, to gaps barren and unbridged — over-determines a kind of non-emergent embeddedness and challenges the very constructs of representationality. A universe of fissures, in sum, of breaches, of stultifying contraventions, critically branded as metaphor and thus perilously minimized. And yet the “poetic gleam” is everwhere apparent, unmistakably present in this universe of elegantly haunting refrain. Anguish and art: are they reconciled? Can they be? Should they be? How does each function in juxtaposition with the other? What is the ultimate vision that proceeds from a work at once so rich and so barren, so universal and so involuted, so alluring and so distancing, so stunning in its beauty and so disarming in its portrayal of vacuity?
All those chasms and gorges are a bit Third Duino Elegy, but otherwise this splendid hortatory exordium is enough in itself to vindicate Barnett's choice of inspirational sobriquet; it needs to be read aloud while looking at Jacques-Louis David artwork. The entire treasury of exegesis has been poured into it and then set in aspic in the manner of an Arman accumulation. We have requested a copy for the Riddled Library, and since the deadline for submission of manuscripts closed in September 1, 2012 --and then closed again with a deadline of April 30 2014 -- surely the final publication cannot be far away!
In a second production, R.-L. Etienne invites submissions to the guest-edited forthcoming volume “DE-BUNKING THE MUSE: LEADERSHIP IN HIGHER EDUCATION RE-ENVISIONED — NEW CONFIGURATIONS”. Such perfection must be quoted in full; one can no more truncate it than one could cut short the stream of saliva in the spittoon joke:
American higher education continues to wrestle with its own condition of never-desisting evolution. In almost every arena of university life, change is rampant. The quest for fixedness fails to yield significant results. Variables have usurped the place where constants once resided. In this optic, leadership at all levels must at once confront and effectively embrace the thorny challenges that continue to proliferate. As consequence, the leader is called upon to adopt an introspective stance so as to adopt an extrospective vision. Emergent enigmas, unanticipated challenges, altered expectations must be pro-actively and effectually counter-balanced by a compelling regeneration of creative solutions, bracing perspectives, innovative programs, focused initiatives and collaborative enterprises, all framed and under-girded by a deep-rooted respect for tradition and a concurrent, genuine and whole-hearted openness to reform. Such guiding principles, faithfully embraced, will anchor a sustainable foundation, prioritize timely and solidly-grounded values, and, one might optimistically predict, address the paramount needs and hopes of the very students we engage.
The deadline for contributions closed in September 2012 and again in March 2014, so the volume must be incredibly close to publication now!

Bartlett's accomplishments in his Unpublication oeuvre are harder to itemise for they have recently leaped ahead. As documented by Retraction Watch, he has recently unpublished an entire bloc of 13 papers from the literary-theory journal Neohelicon on account of the close similarities between them and other papers by himself and other authors. More retractions may be on the way, with Michel Charles cataloging a far-from-complete  list of textual recycling here [via Retraction Watch again].

Unsympathetic readers might apply the harsh and pejorative term "plagiarism" but they would miss the whole point of the subtractive mode of literary performance. Charles considers the possibility that "R.-L. Etienne Barnett" is in fact a Bourbakian exercise in collaorative pseudonymity, or a Borges character gone feral; the possibility of a Sokal hoax also comes to mind... but here at Riddled, we believe that Barnett has plagiarised modeled his career on that of French theorist Henri Mensonge, whose impact on post-structuralist philosophy is in inverse proportion to his almost-nonexistent literary output. As with Mensonge, no photographs exist of Barnett, nor personal websites; his CV is nowhere confined to a single site, but is rather distributed in fragments across the Interlattice.

One is also reminded of Argentinean author Federico Juan Carlos Loomis. Until now, Loomis' feat of concision and condensation -- boiling each his six books down to their single-word titles -- has had no parallel, but now he must look to his laurels.
Anyway, Barnett bears no grudges against his erstwhile colleagues at Neohelicon, and even now he is inviting submissions to a special issue he is editing for them:
Call For Papers -- DISCOURSES OF MADNESS / DISCOURS DE LA FOLIE (Neohelicon, 43, 2016 / Guest Editor: R.-L. Etienne Barnett)
Contributions on any aspect of madness in (of, and) textuality are welcome for consideration. Possible areas of focus, among a plethora of other options: literary representations of the alienated mind; mad protagonists or mad writers; madness as a vehicle of exile, as a form of marginalization, of dissipation, of disintegration, of revelation or self-revelation; interpretations of madness as a manifestation of structure, style, rhetoric, narrative; madness as a reflection of cultural assumptions, values, prohibitions; madness, as prophetic, dionysiac, poetic, or other; the esthetics of madness; philosophical, ethical, ontological, epistemological, hermeneutic and esthetic implications of the narrative or discourse of madness. 

From an alternative vantage point, one might question: how does the deviant mind-set of authorial figures and/or fictional characters determine the organization of time, space and plot in the narrative? How does the representation of delusional worlds differ from the representation of other “non-mad” mental acts (dreams, fantasies, aspirations) and from other fictional worlds (magic, imaginings, phantoms), if it does. Contributors are welcome to address these and other questions in a specific work, in a group of works, or in a more general/theoretical reflection, in and across any national tradition(s), literary movement(s) or œuvre(s).
Another of Barnett's outlets for his exercises in Unpublication is the publishing house Éditions Degré Second. Self-citations in his surviving essays refer to two books from the Degré Second imprint — En Marge: Lectures d’Excentration, and Les Enjeux du Roman: Reprises Contemporaines — but outside of the illusive realm of References sections, contingent if not parasitical, neither book appears to exist. EDS is further listed as the intended publisher of Bleeding Jewel.

Also unpublished by Éditions Degré Second is a journal with a name (Exégèse: Journal of Contemporary Studies in Applied Critical Theory), and an Editorial Board whose members boast of that select qualification on their CVs, but no issues. Nor does the absence of any domain "editionsdegresecond.be" deter Barnett from inviting correspondence through an e-address there.*

Barnett is fond of excentrating his marginala; he has also unpublished Poétique des marges: lectures d’excentration, a work-in-press. This can be glimpsed as a self-citational spectre in two barely-extant 2003 papers in Revista Letras.** The purported publisher here was Presses Universitaires du Nouveau Monde, which does exist, albeit as an egregious money-grubbing vanity publisher with no university connection.

Indeed, Barnett himself is or has been “Director of Literary Studies for the Presses Universitaires du Nouveau Monde and the University Press of the South” [UPS is an alias of PUNM: they are two buttocks of a single bum***]. This allows him a leeway which might not otherwise be available with a conventional publisher, and the influence to ensure that his unbooks do not "tunnel through" from the Dark Matter cosmos of fictive irreal literature so as to be realised as physical, observable artefacts. It is understandable, then, that the janus-headed University or Di-versity Press has been the outlet for a number of Barnett’s books, all of a vaporous nature.

Fortunately the Riddled library procurement is not hindered by mere non-existence of tomes and the Library Pixies regularly send us overdue notices for loans of Whiffle's "On the Care of the Pig" and Volume 5 of Knuth's "Art of Computer Programming".
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* Absence of room forces us to confine Virtualities: International Review of Distance Learning to the out-takes. Barnett has been unpublishing his work there since its inaugural non-issue in Fall 2009, and it continues to resonate in his various CVs in the manner of a virtual or potential particle... not to mention the CVs of its managing editor Mary Jo Muratore, and of co-editor Anju Kanwar, neither of them troubled by the absence of duties accompanying the title.

** Cauchemars Culinaires, Nausée Narrative les Enjeux Esthétiques de la Rétrospection. I am intrigued by R.-L. Etienne's recipes and would like to subscribe to his cookbook.

*** In this comment thread the proprietor of  University Press of the South springs to the defense of his company against criticism, deploying a stream of increasingly agrammatical and ALL-CAPS sock-puppets, whose eloquent testimonials for the probity and quality of of the publisher are robbed of some effect by the alternations in the recipient of the testifying.

Saturday, January 10, 2015

We read the latest venereal journals
Flicked through some catalogues of fear

Here at Riddled we have long been warning our readers against the Shapeshifter Menace. The shapeshifters in question being the skinwalkers who set up more-or-less convincing website impersonations of on-line journals to skim off money from academics at the Derek Zoolander University for Researchers who Can't Write Good and Wanna Learn to do Other Good Stuff Too, who desperately need Publication Outputs but are devoid of anything worth publishing.

Sometimes the facedancers endow their nonce websites with a spurious past, scraping papers from elsewhere in the Interweave or synthesising them with software to create a purported publication history. The result is this mockademic puke-funnel which could not handle the stress of implantation with false memories; it has suffered an identity crisis, and cannot decide whether it is the Journal of Information System[s] Management, JESAM, Assessment of Economic, or Argumenta Oeconomica.
Short for JISM-op
If the stolen ISSN code is any guide, it was intended to impersonate the existing Taylor & Francis journal Information Systems Management, and to extract publication fees from credulous contributors who expect their magna dopera to appear in that slightly more prestidigitous outlet. However, its archives are a crufty shambles; the titles of the putative previous-issue articles are stolen from the real Journal of Environmental Science & Management, while their abstracts are recycled from another scam, the identity-stolen version of the journal Sylwan. As for the text on the website, most of it hails from the real Academica Oeconomica (a mildly grifty newsletter from Wrocław University of Economics). So submitting material here requires a high degree of credulity indeed (or submitters who know perfectly well but don't care that they're consigning their manuscript to a highly-priced rubbish-bin).

The recycling of material from the Sylwan scam suggests that the same grifters are involved. Perhaps the uncertainty as to the title of this venture is because focus-group tests revealed that the acronym JISM lent itself to misunderstandings. Our advice is that they drop the 'Journal' and add 'Zetetic' to the name so they can call it ISZM. That will be $450, please.
It turns out that the emails soliciting contributions for Sylwan and for several other evil-clone identity-stolen journals -- Baltica, Bothalia, Ciência e Técnica Vitivinícola, Jokull, Kasmera, Mitteilungen Klosterneuburg, Revistas Academicas, Wulfenia --  are all sent through the MailChimp spamming service. All provide the same link:

unsubscribe from this list (http://arenaofsciences.us9.list-manage.com/unsubscribe?u=bbf5dac72c6b63dc9c35d3c00&id=872890027a&e=386f2031de&c=beea8fe88a) 
Science · Wilmington DE 19815 · Wilmington, DE 19815 · USA

While we're being all Scooby-Doo, here's the scammers' "Arena of Sciences"... "World's Pioneer Publishing Corporation"... and an entertaining spectacle it is, a chimera of plagiarised photography and plagiarised text, stitched together and animated by electrical current in the midst of a lightning storm.
Its Archives are minimalist, containing only eight titles about lumps of green putty which some author found in their left armpits; in a commendable display of environmental awareness, they are recycled from (again) Sylwan. Little attempt is made to entice a potential audience into paying $50 each to read these concretions of bafflegab and lucubration, with no Abstracts on offer:
after you make the payment, the username and the password to access the article will be emailed to you within 2days (48 hours)
Our ambitious skinwalkers display a level of optimistic greed that is egregious even by the standards of on-line fraud, asking $400 from authors to add an article to the green-putty collection, and warning them to expect further (open-ended) charges for "Edition costs". The explanation of why potential authors need the benefit of their superior English-language editorial skill is plagiarised.

But wait, there's more! Six more scamsites from the same shapeshifting crew!
Not Jeffrey Beall
Ultimately the grifters present them as 'portals' or 'libraries'. This places them outside the purview of Jeffrey Beall (World's Toughest Milkman Librarian) who focuses on predatory or flatly fraudulent on-line journals. Thus they are fair game for Riddled. Yay team!

Science Route Online


Of the seven sites, "Leading Publishers" seems have been cobbled together with most haste and shoddiness and least competence, but it is a close call.

Knowledge Insights


The images are scraped from different sources but the copied text is the same in each incarnation. Each site offers a prestigious publishing history of eight titles from Sylwan, and is purportedly helmed by an six-member Editorial Board of optimised diversity (two Anglosaxon-ish surnames, one French, two Eastern European and one Middle Eastern).

More crucially, all seven claim to be operations of the Mellatron Limited Partnership (registered 24/10/14, company registration SL018524).

Pioneer Scientists


Another Kiwi's theory is that what we see here is an experiment in the effect of environment, in the manner of a twin study, to see how much divergence is possible across a cohort of websites with the same business model and the same HTML DNA. "Nietzsche versus nurture" was how he put it.

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Then the lightning flashing (flashing crashing)
Fireworks shooting up in her head

Lightning, according to Heraclitus, can never strike the same river twice. Unless I am thinking of Empedocles who provided empirical proof that you cannot step in the same crater of molten lava twice.
All you need to know about Empedocles is that he favoured a 'four elements' theory for the constitution of all phenomena. In his original recension the elements were Earth, Water, Fire and Air, but he later replaced the last of these with Wood, after Democritus pointed out that you can have Earthworks, Waterworks, Fireworks and Woodwork, but not Airwork.

Here at left, Heraclitus is sad because he cannot balance a spinning globe on his fingertip as well as Democritus, his fellow-philosopher and partner in crime-fighting.
Heraclitus also had some ideas about Enantiodromia and the 'coincidence of opposites' and dialectic between extremes. Thus it seems fair to blame him for the idea of making sweetened beverages out of whatever sour fruit life hands you. Sadly, all life has handed me lately is a shower of numpties and barmpots and irritating people, and it turns out to be illegal to put them in the juicer. Also too, experience proves that it is not a good idea to ask Evangeline van Holsterin (head barmaid at the Old Entomologist) if she was made out of barms; not unless you want to be served a free pint of cockade or colonnade or worse.

Anyway, this provides a convenient segue to the Wellington City Council's policy of sponsoring a series of wind-glorifying kinetic sculptures. Prominent among these being the Zephyrometer, a gimbaled Rube Goldberg Variation named after and modelled upon the speedometer of a Mark IV Ford Zephyr two-tone station-wagon (TRUFAX!). The idea is to turn the city's reputation for galefulness into a source of pride.

Typical breezy day in Wellington
Every sow's ear has a silver lining, however, and the destruction of the artwork creates an excuse to link to a James Gleeson painting [left].

It is also an opportunity to remind the Council that here at Riddled Enterprises we have our own proposal for fostering pride in the city's negative attributes. Dummies will be spat and toys will be thrown if they are so purblind as to reject our "Giant Bore" kinetic sculpture,

Saturday, June 21, 2014

Full Metal Žižek: We read self-promoting obscurantist bafflegab so you don't have to to avoid working

One side-effect of recent inquiries into the world of money-leeching rep-snatching journals (and the people who publish in them) was to introduce me to the whole bogus bolus of Neutrosophy. Which is a holus bolus indeed, capable of sucking any field of science of humanities into its maw by sticking the word 'neutrosophic" in front of it (while drowning all meaning in a sepia mist of neologisms and tergiversation). Try it yourself... Neutrosophic logic! Neutrosophic physics! Neutrosophic golliwology!
Now I am not saying that an entire intellectual movement is fraudulent just because its members all pay to publish in mockademic pukefunnels rather than face peer review (though you might very well think that). Just saying, the favourite publisher for one Romanian Neutrosophist is the criminal enterprise that usurped the name of Mitteilungen Klosterneuburg, and Jokull. Another neurosophist favours Jokull and the other hijacked titles Pensée and Wulfenia. To say nothing of that wretched hive of scum and villainy, Lambert Academic Publishing.

Essentially Neutrosophy is Null-Aristotelian logic, but with the serial number filed off the chassis, with less teleportation, and with better taste in clothing.

Its originator is one Florentin Smarandache, who along with 'Caran-d'ache' comprises 40% of a limerick; he is an exponent of the "Philosophy as Performance Artform" school of thought. Since Smarandache mounted the bank he has accrued a network of students and sock-puppets who share the values of that artform (i.e. posturing, self-promotion, self-contradiction and incompetence as an ironic stance).
The genius of Smarandache extends to artistic as well as scholarly output (i.e. writing manifestos and coining movements, not actually creating art). Clearly he is a super-intelligent Van-Vogtian Slan. His students prefer to call him a Renaissance man; Wikipedia editors are far less kind.
You are reading all this at Riddled because the time will come when Slanoj Žižek will fall from grace as the media's source of Deconstructionist opinions on any topic. Here is your chance to acquire hipster status, by knowing Smarandache's name before the other intellectual hipsters take him up as Eastern-European Man of Letters.Remember, you read it here first!
So far his movement has not produced a "Neutrosophy Three" or a "Neutrosophic Continuum", but these works cannot be far away.

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Not so Тихий Дон now, eh Tovarisch Sholokhov?

Ever since the time when Baalam's Ass first propounded the Halting Problem, horses and philosophy have been entwined. This resulted in a Keats-&-Chapman joke, which as you have not heard it, I will now proceed to provide the punchline:

And we have certainly had our had our fair share of equine-related philosophical debate here at spacious Riddled Manor. There was the time, for instance, when Another Kiwi thought he could teach the principles of Cartesian Dualism to Louie the Carthorse. We tried telling him that he was putting Descartes before the horse, but did he listen? DHB-R.

"No point getting Ryled up about language philosophy and logical positivism," said tigris during the frank and open exchange of views which ensued.

"We might as well get it out in the open," I vouchsafed. "It will clear the Ayer."
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So it was a surprise to encounter a story about robust philosophical disputation with no obvious equine involvement. It may all have been made up:

MOSCOW (AP) — An argument in southern Russia over philosopher Immanuel Kant, the author of “Critique of Pure Reason,” devolved into pure mayhem when one debater shot the other.
The state news agency RIA Novosti on Monday cited police in the city of Rostov-on-Don as saying the argument took place in a small store and deteriorated into a fistfight. One participant pulled out a small nonlethal pistol and fired repeatedly.
The victim was hospitalized with injuries that were not life-threatening. The weapon fired plastic bullets or blanks. Neither person was identified.
It was not clear which of Kant’s ideas may have triggered the violence.


If guns had not been available then they would probably been hitting each other with rocks, shouting "I refute Berkeley thus!" BUT NOT POKERS. Remember, guns don't resolve arguments by revealing their non-falsifiable nature, people resolve arguments by revealing their non-falsifiable nature.