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Dunamis
Darchism  Usergroup: Members Joined: Dec 16, 2004 Total Topics: 60 Total Posts: 2760 |
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Subject: Borges and Spinoza It is rare that a poet is able to analyze a philosopher to a greater degree than commentators can, especially it would seem a philosopher so un-poetic as Spinoza. And that it is done by a minor poet, a poet who does not even consider himself as one is surprising. In the last days I have thought about my long standing intution that Spinoza's lens grinding lead to substantive influences on his his very idea of what an Idea is...that is, how he might conceive of an Idea in a way fundamentally different than Descartes did. I realize that this notion must have come from my long ago reading of Borges' sonnet on Spinoza, one which equates his grinding of lenses which his polishing of propositions. Here is the poem and a literal translation for those interested: Spinoza Las traslúcidas manos del judío labran en la penumbra los cristales y la tarde que muere es miedo y frío. (Las tardes a las tardes son iguales.) Las manos y el espacio de jacinto que palidece en el confín del Ghetto casi no existen para el hombre quieto que está soñando un claro laberinto. No lo turba la fama, ese reflejo de sueños en el sueño de otro espejo, ni el temeroso amor de las doncellas. Libre de la metáfora y del mito labra un arduo cristal: el infinito mapa de Aquel que es todas Sus estrellas. Spinoza The translucent hands of the Jew Work in the penumbra, crystals & the evening, dying, is dread & chill. (Evenings to evenings are equal.) The hands & space of hyacinth Waning in the confines of the Ghetto Almost do not exist for the man so quiet Who is dreaming a clear labyrinth. He's not perturbed by fame, that reflection Of dreams in the dream of another mirror, Nor by the timorous love of maidens. Free from metaphor & myth He works a hard crystal: the Infinite Map of That which totals His stars. This is of course more than an honorary poem, it is a meditation, and a meditation by one of the greater literary/philosophical minds of the century. What is most remarkable about it is the way that Borges bridges the historic Spinoza to the Infinite Spinoza, through the act of lens grinding. Spinoza, in the very materiality of his act, the grinding of a hard, difficult crystal, somehow escapes history, yet in a personal sense. It is a paradox, and Borges, the lover of paradoxes, grasps this nexus point with tremendous subtlety. What Borges said of this poem was this: In that sonnet, I refer specifically to the philosopher Spinoza. He is polishing crystal lenses and is polishing a rather vast crystal philosophy of the universe. I think we might consider those tasks parallel. Spinoza is polishing his lenses, Spinoza is polishing vast diamonds, his ethics. It would seem that Spinoza would ultimately agree with the notion that his Ethics was a vast diamond(s), a tremendous lens which he worked on for over decade. He would enjoy the idea that the work itself is a materiality, (his ontology demands it), a materiality which we too use, in combination with our own materiality. This is a physicality of idea that necessitates mutuality. I am not sure, but I believe that Borges wrote this sonnet when he was losing his vision, what would seem like a terrible loss. Here, the evening falls, and the hands become even more physical, and even less confined. If Spinoza argues for a liberation, it would seem to be a liberation which understands freedom to be the most material of things, and his Ethics to be material construction. The interal parodoxes of such an aim, the clarity of its labyrinth, are the things which make it possible. Edited by Dunamis on May 9, 2008 - 7:01 AM Tractatus theologico-politicus [is a] work forged in Hell by a renegade Jew and the Devil and issued with the knowledge of Mynheer Jan de Witt. - Church Council of Amsterdam If no man ever thinks alone, then we might say that to know really is to think ever less by oneself - Balibar |
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holyjames
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This is a fascinating post. I just picked up Labyrinths this week and am reading it for the first time. What a discovery! How would his work on dream and dissonance fit in with Spinoza? The world as a dream within a dream and his implication of sacred amazement. |
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Dunamis
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holyjames wrote: This is a fascinating post. I just picked up Labyrinths this week and am reading it for the first time. What a discovery! How would his work on dream and dissonance fit in with Spinoza? The world as a dream within a dream and his implication of sacred amazement. I'm not familiar with his dream and dissonance thoughts, so I can't really answer. But certainly the dream within the dream is functioning within the poem, and he seems to suggest that Spinoza is not caught within such a net, somehow. (Though in conversation he specifically states that the poem is making Spinoza's beliefs clear and not necessarily his own.) (Good Luck with Borges, he is amazing.) Tractatus theologico-politicus [is a] work forged in Hell by a renegade Jew and the Devil and issued with the knowledge of Mynheer Jan de Witt. - Church Council of Amsterdam If no man ever thinks alone, then we might say that to know really is to think ever less by oneself - Balibar |
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quickly
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I'm not familiar enough, beyond a fleeting introduction to philosophy class, to comment on Spinoza; but Borges wrote another poem on Spinoza. Either the poem isn't as well balanced as the one you posted, or the translator didn't capture its impact. However, the last two lines, to me at least, are particularly haunting - that notion of being granted the love. Anyways, for what it's worth... Baruch Spinoza Jorge Luis Borges A haze of gold, the Occident lights up The window. Now, the assiduous manuscript Is waiting, weighed down with the infinite. Someone is building God in a dark cup. A man engenders God. He is a Jew. With saddened eyes and lemon-colored skin; Time carries him the way a leaf, dropped in A river, is borne off by waters to Its end. No matter. The magician moved Carves out his God with fine geometry; From his disease, from nothing, he's begun To construct God, using the word. No one Is granted such prodigious love as he: The love that has no hope of being loved. |
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Dunamis
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Very cool. I will have to look up the Spanish. Do you know where you found that? Tractatus theologico-politicus [is a] work forged in Hell by a renegade Jew and the Devil and issued with the knowledge of Mynheer Jan de Witt. - Church Council of Amsterdam If no man ever thinks alone, then we might say that to know really is to think ever less by oneself - Balibar |
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quickly
Assistant Professor Usergroup: Members Joined: Oct 29, 2007 Total Topics: 42 Total Posts: 306 |
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I found it here, but it's also in Borges' Selected Works. I have it from a Borges' pocketbook I got a bookstore. Damn! I'm actually going to have to read some Spinoza now! (I have no idea where to find the Spanish, sorry.) [Edit: something's wierd with PF's hyperlinking, it won't show text past the first hyperlink. Here's autodidact's translation:http://www.autodidactproject.org/other/spinoza7-borges6.html Here's another: http://monkeymindonline.blogspot.com/2008/02/baruch-spinoza.html ] Edited by quickly on May 7, 2008 - 2:33 PM |
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Dunamis
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Here, I found the Spanish: Baruch Spinoza Bruma de oro, el Occidente alumbra la ventana. El asiduo manuscrito aguarda, ya cargado de infinito. Alguien construye a Dios en la penumbra. Un hombre engendra a Dios. Es un judío de tristes ojos y de piel cetrina; lo lleva el tiempo como lleva el río una hoja en el agua que declina. No importa. El hechicero insiste y labra a Dios con geometría delicada; desde su enfermedad, desde su nada, sigue erigiendo a Dios con la palabra. El más pródigo amor le fue otorgado, el amor que no espera ser amado. A golden haze, the west glows Through the window. The assiduous manuscript Awaits, already laden with infinity. Someone is constructing God in the fading light A man is begetting God. He is a Jew With sad eyes and sallow skin; Time bears him along as a river bears A leaf on the downward flow. No matter. The wizard persists and fashions God with delicate geometry; Out of his infirmity, out of his nothing, He continues to erect God with the word. Love most prodigal was granted him, The love that never expects to be loved. Apparently Borges may have considered this an inferior poem. Inspired by your poem inclusion, here is an interesting essay on Borges and Spinoza which may spark comment or thought. "Spinoza in Borges' Looking Glass". Edited by Dunamis on May 9, 2008 - 7:08 AM Tractatus theologico-politicus [is a] work forged in Hell by a renegade Jew and the Devil and issued with the knowledge of Mynheer Jan de Witt. - Church Council of Amsterdam If no man ever thinks alone, then we might say that to know really is to think ever less by oneself - Balibar |
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Dunamis
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quickly wrote: I found it here, but it's also in Borges' Selected Works. I have it from a Borges' pocketbook I got a bookstore. Damn! I'm actually going to have to read some Spinoza now! (I have no idea where to find the Spanish, sorry.) [Edit: something's wierd with PF's hyperlinking, it won't show text past the first hyperlink. Here's autodidact's translation:http://www.autodidactproject.org/other/spinoza7-borges6.html Here's another: http://monkeymindonline.blogspot.com/2008/02/baru... ] Sorry, was posting at the same time. Very interesting. Tractatus theologico-politicus [is a] work forged in Hell by a renegade Jew and the Devil and issued with the knowledge of Mynheer Jan de Witt. - Church Council of Amsterdam If no man ever thinks alone, then we might say that to know really is to think ever less by oneself - Balibar |
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180 Proof
kynic  Usergroup: Sponsors Joined: Apr 27, 2003 Location: reason's raggedy edge ... Total Topics: 110 Total Posts: 6037 |
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I lost this connection! It's been decades since I've read Borges and now I have a good reason to visit with this great poet again. Thanks again, Dunamis.  the where of space? the when of time? the edge of an unbounded surface? the cause of causality? willing separate from acting? disembodied personality? symphony without orchestra? ideal reality? real concepts? 'higher truth' via contradiction? non-propositional truths? context-free questions? unconditional objects? maps which transcend their terrain? the truth of logic? facts indistinguishable from fictions? answering questions with mysteries? anthropomorphic unknowns? ... o_O only placebos require 'faith'. THINKING won't kill you, but it might make you stronger! |
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Dunamis
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180 Proof wrote: I lost this connection! It's been decades since I've read Borges and now I have a good reason to visit with this great poet again. Thanks again, Dunamis. When I have time I'll try to go over that essay posted, and consider more deeply how Spinoza's thought fits in with Borges' vision of mirrors and dream. If you find yourself formulating ideas in this line, please post them. Tractatus theologico-politicus [is a] work forged in Hell by a renegade Jew and the Devil and issued with the knowledge of Mynheer Jan de Witt. - Church Council of Amsterdam If no man ever thinks alone, then we might say that to know really is to think ever less by oneself - Balibar |
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