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"Values emanate neither from the things (or real relationships) nor from the percipient. No naturalism and no subjectivism attach to their form of Being. Furthermore, they are not 'formal' or empty structures, but possess contents; they are 'materials', structures which constitute a specific quality of things, relations or persons according as they attach to them or are lacking. And, in the third place, not only are they never merely 'invented'--as one may so often hear--but they are not even capable of being directly grasped by thought; rather are they immediately discerned only by an 'inner vision', like Plato's 'Ideas'. The Platonic notion of 'beholding' well fits that which material ethics designates as the 'sensing of value', that which is embodied in acts of preference, of approval, of conviction. Man's sensing of values is the annunciation of their Being in the discerning person, and indeed in their peculiar idealistic kind of existence. The apriority of the knowledge of them is no intellectual or reflective apriority, but is emotional, intuitive."
[Nicolai Hartmann, Ethics, v.1, trans Stanton Coit, 1926/1932]
"Values emanate neither from the things (or real relationships) nor from the percipient. No naturalism and no subjectivism attach to their form of Being. Furthermore, they are not 'formal' or empty structures, but possess contents; they are 'materials', structures which constitute a specific quality of things, relations or persons according as they attach to them or are lacking. And, in the third place, not only are they never merely 'invented'--as one may so often hear--but they are not even capable of being directly grasped by thought; rather are they immediately discerned only by an 'inner vision', like Plato's 'Ideas'. The Platonic notion of 'beholding' well fits that which material ethics designates as the 'sensing of value', that which is embodied in acts of preference, of approval, of conviction. Man's sensing of values is the annunciation of their Being in the discerning person, and indeed in their peculiar idealistic kind of existence. The apriority of the knowledge of them is no intellectual or reflective apriority, but is emotional, intuitive."
[Nicolai Hartmann, Ethics, v.1, trans Stanton Coit, 1926/1932]
6 comments:
What's the audio on this one? Sounds Whitehouse-y.
it's Sightings, off Absolutes (Load). It's on the mix if you like. Bitte if arch snob apeman, "download" it will give me a sense of utility.
love,
Billy Kristol (son of Irving I believe, the dude getting his face pied from Mike Wallace-Hadrill at a neocon rally in Minneapolis c. 1987--comrade Pico was only a toddler!)
oh come on baby, that's just fodder for the monkies. lemme get a drip off yr nose there, mareeka ~
Okay, I downloaded the epic mix and have listened to most of it (the M4A file didn't work). I know this noise-cum-noise-rock stuff is Pico's genre of choice as well (not sure whether he extends to the metal side of things), but I can only take it in occasional doses before having to switch over to something fey and melodic like Joanna Newsom. But I do like Sunn 0))) and the slower/dronier end of the spectrum. Earlier today I was listening to some Eyehategod.
I'm guessing you attend the No Fun fest. Got tinnitus yet?
yea fuck that M4 file. never have been to NO FUN tho I tend to frequent local noise shows (Mouthus, Prurient, Sightings etal); it's not necessarily my "genre of choice" but I was going for opacity. i bet you got a slow burn off that 0))), you did.
spygtl
I have no "genre of choice". But Absolutes is the fucking shit, I must say.
I have *always*, Fizzikill, always had *deadly* aim. I could put a javelin between a man's balls from fifty paces before I could *walk*. I actually *threw myself* out of my mother's womb and into the adoring and lecherous arms of Geena Davis. I then *threw myself* to Cuba and made love intensely to Gloria Estefan and *all of her* cousins before swiping all of the M-80s from the CIA-plant delivery of cigars to Castro.
It's all that avocado and perrier my mum grew me with.
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