Something odd is going on - I'm not sure that there are any philosophers any more. There are a bunch of overgrown students wandering aimlessly from one conference to the next, taking holiday snaps of each other grinning inanely in their baggy jeans and T-shirts. Are they solving real problems or just taking in each other's laundry? Reading their work one almost gets the sense that they're boring themselves. They have so little to say that the smallest formal gimmick has to minutely scrutinized and pored over from every possible perspective - no substantive assumptions are made, so that out of the resulting combinatorial explosion of 'isms' a reassuringly thick paper can be written. Are any of their ideas going to be remembered after they're dead?
Given my possibly obvious loyalty to a more analytical, nevermind mathematical, tradition, you're preaching to the choir even if sanity has abandoned you.
But perhaps a more even-handed person (Wittgenstein?) might conject (I made that a verb) at this point that philosophers have strangled themselves with language?
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But perhaps a more even-handed person (Wittgenstein?) might conject (I made that a verb) at this point that philosophers have strangled themselves with language?
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