The world is due for a resurgence of original speculative metaphysics. The New Metaphysics series aims to provide a safe house for such thinking amidst the demoralizing caution and prudence of professional academic philosophy. We do not aim to bridge the analyticcontinental divide, since we are equally impatient with nail-filing analytic critique and the continental reverence for dusty textual monuments. We favor instead the spirit of the intellectual gambler, and wish to discover and promote authors who meet this description. Like an emergent recording company, what we seek are traces of a new metaphysical 'sound' from any nation of the world. The editors are open to translations of neglected metaphysical classics, and will consider secondary works of especial force and daring. But our main interest is to stimulate the birth of disturbing masterpieces of twenty-first century philosophy.
Timothy MortonRealist Magic: Objects, Ontology, Causality Everything profound loves the mask.
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-Friedrich NietzscheWhat constitutes pretense is that, in the end, you don't know whether it's pretense or not.
-Jacques LacanAs kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame;As tumbled over rim in roundy wells Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell's Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name; Each mortal thing does one thing and the same: Deals out that being indoors each one dwells; Selves-goes itself; myself it speaks and spells, Crying, What I do is me: for that I came.
-Gerard Manley Hopkins
IntroductionObjects in Mirror are Closer than They Appear Nature loves to hide.-Heraclitus I love the disturbing corniness of the P.M. Dawn song "Set Adrift onMemory Bliss" and the accompanying video, in particular the extended mix that features footage from Spandau Ballet's song "True," which provides the backbone of the tune.1 The corniness of the tune and the video is a little threatening, and it has a personal resonance for me. I heard it emanating over and over again from my brother's bedroom, in the summer of 1992, while he was rapidly descending into schizophrenia.It was so sad to watch Steve doing this: it was as if he was saying goodbye to his mind. He kept listening to it over and over. And of course, that's what the song does: it attends to an affective state, memory bliss, over and over, as a way to say goodbye to someone-or to hold them in mind, not letting go. We just can't be sure. It's why the song works. It's a hip-hop song, made of pieces of other songs, samples. The song is almost like something you'd sing over one of your favorite records, a cherished object you play over and over again. And of course these pieces of objects are also elegiac, also about holding on to the feeling of something slipping away, being faithful, being true, but knowing that you are losing something. Treasuring an illusion, while kissing it goodbye. I found this so poignant in my brother's listening to this tune, my own cherished memory of my brother which I turn over and play again and again, reciting ...