James Delingpole and Carbon Mike have a discussion about what bottom-up networks can do, the importance of economic and political liberty, the erosion of common sense, and how the software tools are available to bypass the bigger players.
There is a lot of room for disruption online, outside of the old media dinosaurs, and the new media walled-gardens:
If you’ve made your way to this blog, welcome to the cutting edge (or not).
If you[‘ve] had some respect for the Pulitzer, you probably should adjust your expectations:
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From Quillette Magazine, a podcast: Professor Wilfred Reilly discusses his new book Taboo: 10 Facts You Can’t Talk About
Your moment of Zinn: The 1776 project is a response to the 1619 project.
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The confessional poets wove inner revelations into the architecture of their poems, and made themselves into active subjects.
A generation or two later, and they seem to have more prizes than poets. From cartoons to comedians, many Selves are seeking hidden meanings behind every word.
See Also On This Site: Philosopher Of Art Denis Dutton of the Arts & Letters Daily says the arts and Darwin can be sucessfully synthesized: Review of Denis Dutton’s ‘The Art Instinct’
–Repost-Daniel Dennett: ‘Postmodernism And Truth’
-Update And Repost- From YouTube: Leo Strauss On The Meno-More On The Fact/Value Distinction?’
–Repost-From Darwinian Conservatism: ‘Nietzsche–Aristocratic Radical or Aristocratic Liberal?’
-Update And Repost: ‘A Few Thoughts On Allan Bloom–The Nietzsche / Strauss Connection’
– Various Products Of Radical Reason And Reactions To Them- John Gray At The New Statesman
–Repost-Roger Scruton At The New Atlantis: ‘Scientism In The Arts & Humanities’
Blue Girls
Twirling your blue skirts, travelling the sward
Under the towers of your seminary,
Go listen to your teachers old and contrary
Without believing a word.
Tie the white fillets then about your hair
And think no more of what will come to pass
Than bluebirds that go walking on the grass
And chattering on the air.
Practice your beauty, blue girls, before it fail;
And I will cry with my loud lips and publish
Beauty which all our power shall never establish,
It is so frail.
For I could tell you a story which is true;
I know a woman with a terrible tongue,
Blear eyes fallen from blue,
All her perfections tarnished — yet it is not long
Since she was lovelier than any of you.