God, the romantic lobotomy. Infatuation has, like, stolen your mind. Fucking brain chemistry bullshit. What’s it doing to you? What’s it doing to your thought? It’s like you’re on holiday from life. It’s like you can allow yourself to be on holiday. You’ve given yourself permission.
This isn’t life. Away with the fucking romance fairies. When we need you here at the philosophy frontline. Fighting philosophy battles. What do you think this is? This is no time for a honeymoon. Can’t just swoon away. We need some cold rationalism – don’t you see? Need some hard thinking. Some philosophical toughness. Philosophical muscle. We have to take a hardline! And we have to have a united front! All together! All for one, one for all!
We need to stand with folded arms! Uncompromising! Unflinching! In the face of Organisational Management. Not eating their lunch at meetings. Not drinking their tea. Not giving an inch.
Not altering our modules to make them accessible to organisational management students. No rewriting our module docs to make them intelligible to organisation management students.
Because philosophy will never be accessible to organisational management students.
We have to make philosophy intolerable. Indigestible. Just as we have to make ourselves intolerable and indigestible. Unmanageable, even by Organisational Management. Unorganisable, even by Organisational Management.
They don’t know what to make of us. How to frame us. How to contain us. How to speak to us. How to approach us. They don’t know what we’re for – what philosophy’s for. They don’t know what philosophy does.
We’re the Incomprehensible. The Unthinkable. The Unassimilable.
Work in Progress 