This was the last straw. And this is the end. I've considered myself a sympathizer to the Marxist cause for quite some time. But now I know even better. The Frankfurt School perhaps speaks to me. And so does Althusser. The state of being terrified has always been crucial to my intellectual development. I was first truly terrified when we read Bloom's The Closing of the American Mind (which I should re-read perhaps). And he terrified me into very important decisions. The minds have been closing ever since.
In other developments. Spring break, yay. I have just half-assed in six hours a fabulous paper on Shakespeare, delivered a presentation the preparation for which made my legs hurt physically, and have checked my weight which has reached 73 kilos (so much for the disenchantment with capitalism).
I have also re-read some Borges. Which I keep on doing. The more I learn about this world the richer his short stories become. Will it ever end? I hope so. Because I really want to learn to write like him. And not only in the gesture (easy) but also in the substance.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment