Face it: we’re maggots on the rotting body of philosophy.
We’re guardians of the pathos. We stand guard over the great European moods. We have versions of them ourselves.
Not the mathematico-philosophical, but the literary philosophical. That’s where we went wrong.
European philosophy – driven into the most lowly unis. By the rigged system. By analytic philosophy hegemony. What chance did we have?
Cramming European philosophy into our clown car.
There’s poison in the old European well! Fire in the old European hole!
Do you ever think you’ll be part of the continental philosophy elite? The jetsetters? The don’t-have-to-try-anymore types?
Work in Progress 