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The Walk To Kallipolis

The following was recently published in an earlier form at The Partially Examined Life.


Inspired by Cicero’s dialogues and the letters of Seneca, I have sought to compare the ideas of Alasdair MacIntyre, Ludwig Wittgenstein and Friedrich Nietzsche in a speculative chat on the relationship between ethics and aesthetics, and how both relate to the process of judgment in both spheres.

Although an attempt to be humorous, I refer to these very modern thinkers like contemporaries to my ancient interlocutors out of the conviction that the topics of philosophy are of perennial interest and, her practitioners are forever in dialogue with the great names of the past as philosophy’s past (I hope) will remain eternally relevant to its present and future.
With Aristotle, MacIntyre argues that man has a Telos or end, an end shaped by our community and its traditions. Wittgenstein makes the claim that art can only be understood within a community, or context, that is trained to understand it…
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A Primer For Pessimism: A Philosophical Dialogue

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My dear Leopardi, do you not know how they speak of your view’s? They say that, because you are a hunchback and have been ill since the cradle, your thought’s have been poisoned by your misfortunes which they claim cause you naturally to seek the grave. Your whole philosophy, they contend, is but the bitter fruit of your infirmities and do not present the truth.


If only that were true Giordani if only that were so. Yet, even in their mocking denunciations they only prove me right. We philosophers are always depicted in the public mind as officiants on the sacred path of cold reason, following wherever the god Veritas should lead. But, when has re…

The Social Contradiction: Leopardi Contra Marx

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Is history predetermined? I will seek to argue that it is, but need not be. Building upon ideas developed in the Zibaldone of Giacomo Leopardi, I hope to clarify this confusing distinction by a comparison with the relative optimism of Marx and Marxist theory more generally.

Leopardi, influenced by the thought of Rousseau and Vico, was greatly interested in the development and decline of cultures. He shared with Rousseau a conviction that man in his original state had attained a level of moral perfection which, with the development of society, we have been moving steadily …

Kierkegaard On The Paradox of Faith and Political Commitment

"And what I am going to say may perhaps seem a paradox, but it is true. The worst feature of the past is our best hope for the future. What, then, is that future? It is that your affairs go wrong because you neglect every duty, great or small; since surely, if they were in this plight in spite of your doing all that was required, there would not be even a hope of improvement. But in fact it is your indifference and carelessness that Philip has conquered; your city he has not conquered. Nor have you been defeated — — no! You have not even made a move.” — — Demosthenes

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The Infinite

The following was recently published at Ezra Translation.

Always dear to me has been this lonely hill
And hedgerow, that from all along its length
Blots out horizon and setting sun from view.
But sitting here I contemplate those endless
Spaces far beyond, and those superhuman
Silences in this very deep stillness
I fake my thoughts, and pretend that little
Scares my scarecrow heart. How the wind
When heard rustling among these trees, in that
Infinite silence is a living voice, that heard,
Recalls by comparison the eternal.
Here, past seasons dead, and now this living one
Charged with infinity's hymn; here between
These Immensities I could drown my cares
In my shipwrecked self in so sweet a sea.