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of writers in whose work every image, every movement of thought, every recognition refers to death
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Baudrillard on War and World Cup
Heidegger's being-towards-death.
Posted by: LP | February 21, 2007 at 02:31 PM
Artaud, Rilke, Whitman (yes, Whitman; see "Specimen Days," not to mention "Cradle Endlessly Rocking," etc.)...
Posted by: cynic librarian | February 22, 2007 at 12:50 AM
HLMencken's translation of Nietzsche's AntiChrist
Posted by: nominalist | February 22, 2007 at 07:55 AM
Thank you all. In this post I review a remark of Benjamin's about the centrality of death in Proust.
Posted by: Carl | February 22, 2007 at 10:32 AM
""""To think that no one has thought of Kant's categorical imperative as dangerous to life!...The theological instinct alone took it under protection !--An action prompted by the life-instinct proves that it is a right action by the amount of pleasure that goes with it: and yet that Nihilist, with his bowels of Christian dogmatism, regarded pleasure as an objection . . . What destroys a man more quickly than to work, think and feel without inner necessity, without any deep personal desire, without pleasure--as a mere automaton of duty? That is the recipe for decadence, and no less for idiocy. . . Kant became an idiot.--"""""
Ja f-n wohl. We are not worthy.
Another rather cool Totenkopfchen: EAPoe
Posted by: nominalist | February 22, 2007 at 11:22 AM
"Artaud"
Questionable. It seems to me that Artaud refers his material mainly back to images of jouissance, rather than death per se. Lorenzo Chiesa, for one, has argued this...
Posted by: daniel | February 22, 2007 at 12:59 PM
"Arthur Rimbaud"
Equally, somewhat debatable. Is not Rimbaud really more concerned, in Bateau Ivre, and Paris Orgy, for instance, with surging vitality? Even A Season in Hell, I'm not sure, is really about death...
Posted by: daniel | February 22, 2007 at 01:01 PM
Ah've always been somewhat partial to Artie R's
Conneries. Yet would agree, tentatively, that they be more pagan, libertine, surreal, etc. than mort-like. EA Poe is a poet of death and didn't even some of the parisian peeps agree? Baudelaire, etc. Yankees, tho' perhaps not quite Dante, paint Thanatopsis fairly well; Steven Crane also in the camp, and not quite as gothic-sappy as EAP, or Lovecraft. Or Ambrose Bierce: tombmeister, most likely licked blood off of his bayonet. Better Bierce than another Proustian decorator.
Posted by: nominalist | February 22, 2007 at 09:40 PM
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Posted by: raphael | February 24, 2007 at 11:05 AM
Thomas Mann
Posted by: Swifty | February 26, 2007 at 08:03 AM
Mao: The Unknown Story-- Halliday and Chang.
Posted by: nominalist | February 26, 2007 at 02:19 PM
This may come a bit (well, quite a bit) late and seem tangential, but what about the following:
Plato - Phaedo, 'What else is philosophizing but the practice of death?'
Martin Heidegger - all being(-there) is 'toward death'
Christian ascetic literature: Sayings of the Desert Fathers, the Life of Antony, the Spiritual Meadow. These are all imbued with the thought of death (well, actually with 'the memory of death' and with the definition of one's life through the symbols of death).
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