Thu 21 Mar 2002 17:15
ken wilber:
Spectrum of consciousness - 23 yo 1972
The eye of the spirit 25 years later.
from:
http://members.ams.chello.nl/f.visser3/wilber/visit1.html
One can recognize these two views easily by the way ego and mind are
evaluated. Which contemporary spiritual path encourages comparative
study and intense intellectual work, for example? Working with the body
and emotions is seen by many as more spiritual than using one's mind --
and this is what Wilber calls the regressive tendency. If you get this
point, you don't need to read all his fifteen books, it crosses my
mind.
The atman project 1980
Up from eden 1981
Sex Ecology, spirituality (1995)
A brief history of everything (1996)
Grace and Grit (1991)
One Taste (1997)
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Wed 20 Mar 2002 21:36
I will probably be returning Mod Soc Theory, because I'm no longer sure what to make of it.
Michel Foucault appears to have been an experienceartist- and 'wrote to have no face'
p467
Because he was operating at the limit, Foucault's life and work defy
simple definition. This incapacity would be just fine with Foucault,
given the fact that he once wrote, "'Do not ask who I am and do not ask
me to remain the same.... More than one person, doubtless like me,
writes in order to have no face'" (Foucault, cited in J. Miller,
1993:19).
Against therapy: emotional tyranny and the myth of psychological healing / Jeffrey Mousaieff Masson
Giddens might also be thought to have an experienceartist approach to life.
really do not have any idea what if anything I will be doing next...
The only reason I'm back again is the following:
p125 Marcel Proust Rememberance of things past the definitive french
plČiade edition translated by C.K. Scott Moncreiff and Terence
Kilmartin Volume I Swann's Way within a budding grove
"This was not to say, however, that she did not long, at times, for
some greater change, that she did not experience some of those
exceptional moments when one thirsts for something other than what is,
and when those who, through lack of energy or imagination, are unable
to generate any motive power in themselves cry out, as the clock
strikes or the postman knocks, for something new, even if it is worse,
some emotion, some sorrow; when the heartstrings, which contentment has
silenced, like a harp laid by, yearn to be plucked and sounded again by
some hand, however rough, even if it should break them; when the will,
which has with such difficulty won the right to indulge without let or
hindrance in its own desires and woes, would gladly fling the reins
into the hands of imperious circumstance, however cruel."
--
I have heard that Proust was Jewish and gay.
p99
"Sir, I am absolutely incapable of telling you whether it has rained. I
live so resolutely apart from physical contingencies that my senses no
longer trouble to inform me of them."
p93
And so, if I always imagined the woman I loved in the setting I most
longed at the time to visit, if I wished that it were she who showed it
to me, who opened to me the gates of an unknown world, it was not by
the mere hazard of a simple association of thoughts; no, it was because
my dreams of travel and of love were only moments--which I isolate
artificially to-day as though I were cutting sections at different
heights in a jet of water, iridescent but seemingly without flow or
motion--in a single, undeviating, irresistible outpouring of all the
forces of my life.
p110
A little tap on the window-pane, as though something had struck it,
followed by a plentiful light falling sound, as of grains of sand being
sprinkled from a window overhead, gradually spreading, intensifying,
acquiring a regular rhythm, becoming fluid, sonorous, musical,
immeasurable, universal: it was the rain.
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