They’re making a place for us here, on the Organisational Management campus. Which really means a tomb for us. Which really means a place where we can be buried. Where we can lie down in the earth.
They’re throwing a party for us, in the Organisational Management towers. They’re welcoming us. Which really means destroying us. Which really means casting us out. Destroying philosophy!
And we’re the only philosophy unit in the region. For miles! There’s nothing at Northumbria. They closed down the department at Sunderland. Of course they did! There’s nothing at Teeside.
There’s Durham, of course. Yes, Durham! We’re all envious of Durham! But we’re carrying the philosophical torch for the city. We’re its sole bearers in Newcastle. A great responsibility!
We’re bearers of civilisation. We’re keeping the flame – the philosophical flame. And the European philosophy flame to boot. There are barely any European philosophy departments left anywhere.
Which means Organisational Management is intent upon destroying European philosophy. European thought.
Philosophers in residence: that’s what we’ll be! Pet philosophers! Toy philosophers! For amusement! For diversion! For a break in the Organisational Management routine!
When our backs are completely against the wall, what then? When we’ve been utterly backed into our corner: what? What will we become?
When philosophy’s on the ropes: what then? When philosophy’s desperate? What will we become? What will we do?
Are we going to find out tonight?
Work in Progress 