"Ixabert, what is your view on Nietzche?"
The manner in which I first fell into the company of Nietzsche's ponderings is a curious little business.
I would express my own instinctive views——spontaneous, unfiltered opinions, straight from the gut, unborrowed from any book——and would be promptly informed that I was being "Nietzschean". I was, they said, merely parroting the man, pilfering his ideas wholesale, & it was quite impossible that I had originated a single thought on my own. This was long before I had even heard of the fellow.
The accusation became most frequent when I was 12, & was delivered with a faint sniff of anger by college-educated grown-ups in their rather formidable 20s.
In retrospect, I suspect there was a certain pique in it. A touch of resentment, perhaps, in their diagnosis.
The same men now strike me, in hindsight, as precisely the sort of mildly pompous pseudo-intellectuals who would nowadays be dismissed as insufferable "midwits". The kind of men who can't abide the suspicion that some other fellow might be cleverer than themselves, particularly some sprightly 12-year-old with the insolence to show early signs of precocity.
In any event, it was owing to these persistent & rather tedious objections that I finally did take up Nietzsche properly, & discovered, to my delight, that he & I were often thinking along extraordinarily similar lines.
We arrived at the same conclusions independently of one another: a circumstance which I've always thought very English of him, in the sense that he anticipated my own positions without any assistance from me, & with a polite lack of fuss about the whole affair.
One might even say we are kindred spirits. He sees eye to eye with me. Indeed, he attains, at his very best, to something approaching my own calibre. Mind, he also occasionally falls a shade short of it. Still, we mustn't be ungenerous to the fellow: on a good day, he's not far off the mark.
Ater all, he was sufficiently brilliant to have independently anticipated some of the cardinal tenets of my own worldview; & that is an accomplishment that cannot be lightly dismissed.
He clears, as it were, a path which leads inevitably to me; which, by any raitonal standard, is the mark of a very considerable genius indeed.
Dublin prepares to be the 🇪🇺 interface on AI regulation as Pentagon begins securitisation of industry post-Anthropic.
Longrorm read for @meonjournal on the end of 🇮🇪 's old digital bargain and role Dublin now has navigating its interests amid a AI Cold War.
"AI is not just a chatbot function on a government website, but the architecture upon which our state may soon subsist"
Thomas O'Reilly for MEON on the implications of AI on Irish foreign policy.
https://t.co/UsxYqoHBal
Keep in mind that during the 1950s murder in this country was nigh-non-existent.
Now, one cannot go a week without hearing about an atrocity on the streets of Ireland.
"The presence of a relatively similar group has had the consequence of maintaining the British occupation of the six counties, one conjectures with horror regarding the rotten fruit that awaits us in an increasingly diverse Ireland"
On recent atrocities.
https://t.co/XycrcbxVq4
"The presence of a relatively similar group has had the consequence of maintaining the British occupation of the six counties, one conjectures with horror regarding the rotten fruit that awaits us in an increasingly diverse Ireland"
On recent atrocities.
https://t.co/XycrcbxVq4
"Advocacy of our culture takes place in many domains, and the visual space of national clothing, despite the efforts of Pearse, Ashe, Joyce, and O’Curry, has been underutilised."
National revival as sartorial revival?
Culture Crusade (@_CultureCrusade):
https://t.co/tEpP0CHGA7
John Fitzgerald on Being in aesthetics.
Yeats celebrates Phidias' Athena against "Asiatic vague immensities" and "formless spawning fury" of modernity.
Against the allurement of becoming, the symbolic expression (Pearse; Phidias) of Being is hailed as an aesthetic of truth.
"Cuchulain stalked indeed ‘through the Post Office’ and gave an extra, mythic edge to what otherwise might just have been another routine political uprising"
John Fitzgerald's analysis of Yeats' 'The Statues' touches on Pearse, mythic thinking, and logos
https://t.co/9PsDWDlmOW
"Cuchulain stalked indeed ‘through the Post Office’ and gave an extra, mythic edge to what otherwise might just have been another routine political uprising"
John Fitzgerald's analysis of Yeats' 'The Statues' touches on Pearse, mythic thinking, and logos
https://t.co/9PsDWDlmOW
Modernity is a random Yoruba woman LARPing as the leader of the carcass of Britain's oldest political party, and in capacity as LARPer in chief, signalling to its geriatric Britisher base by honouring those that carried out Bloody Sunday.
Absurd.
Ireland owes a great debt to its patriot dead.
Everything this country has achieved is due to the actions of her pious and nationally minded sons and daughters.
From cleaning up the monto to our history of missionary work; from the language revival to our partial independence.
"It is time that those who propose to make Ireland Irish, declared open war upon those who are paid to make it English"
On 28 April 1916, The O’Rahilly was shot by British forces. In his honour, MEON has re-published his essay ‘Can We Gaelicise Ireland’
https://t.co/CTjDHO01G3
Periodic reminder that Hungary’s great 19th century nationalists would regularly, explicitly threaten to do to their Romanian colleagues in the Habsburg Parliament what the British had done to Ireland…
Long live the Daco-Gaelic Alliance!
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