Heidegger

In a message dated 29/05/2007 18:54:30 GMT Standard Time, Bernx at aol.com
writes:

Dear Jud;
I am sorry for your utter dispair of self and world or “life” per se.
Imagine a life without good guys or angels and no summum bonum. I will offer my
prayers for you at a ha’pen a shot. There must be a cinder ella in your world of
the darkened hearth especially in alban angel-land.
Bernard

Jud:
Hahahah! Keep your crackpot anal-ysing for naive, ill-educated New York
feminine fools who infest the city’s seedy *consulting rooms like persistent
roaches. Those silly, lonely women who, divest themselves of [husband’s]
hard-earned shekels by paying a man to listen to them for a change.

You know the ones - the women who Eliot spotted who come and go talking of
Michelangelo. Silly drones who lift a bit of skirt as bait and drop a
question on your plate to pay for gnomic answers to a hundred featherbrained
indecisions - for a hundred visions and revisions and car-collisions, before the
taking of bagels and tea, and hoping you see, and will sit them pon your
knee.

The term *ha’pen* I have never heard - but I am a northerner. North of the
estuary it used to be called a *ha’penny (pronounced a *HAPE-nee*

With a gorgeous ex-beauty queen wife, lots of lovely kids [three under ten]
plenty of money, blooming health and loads of friends at university again at
72 I am the happiest man alive.

Everyone needs a clown - Shakespeare’s Lear [of Heath fame] had his fool,

Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks!
rage! blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
Till you have drench’d our steeples, drown’d the cocks!
You sulphurous and thought-executing fires,
Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts.

Henry IV his Falstaff, King Henry VIII, his Somers and America has its
Bush.

Old bumbling Heidegger is simply my fool - he shakes his inflated pig’s
bladder of *Being* and I laugh.
He pulls his string of *ontologically different* polka-dot sausages out of
his tricolour [white, black and red] underpants and I roll on the floor
laughing, he blows his nose with a big raspberry sound on his Star of David
handkerchief and my mirth knows no bounds. In a way I am glad that some young,
brave French Army Jew did not simply put him against the wall and plug him when
they found him cowering in the lunatic asylum - what would I do for laughs
now that the Three Stooges and Edgar Kennedy have passed away?

What’s that you say? Whadabout Bush? No way! For me a fool has to be a
clever fool - idiot fools just inspire pity.

Oh, BTW. Can’t you stop reifying even for one moment old sweat? *Self, world
[in the sense of experiential awareness] and life* don’t exist for an
eliminativist surely you know that?

As for PRAYING - give us a break puuulease! You might as well stand on the
bank of a levee in flood-stricken New Orleans at the height of hurricane
Katrina and try pissing into the wind. God’s too busy killing people to listen to
the pleading of decent folk. Those black guys were never off their knees -
praying to their white Jesus till their noses bled and waving their eyes and
arms around like there was no tomorrow - the sad fact of the matter was for
many of *God’s lil’ chilrun* there WAS no tomorrow.

So leave me out of your prayers me old salt, the more distance I keep
between me and that maniacal bottom-loading ruarcher the better thanks.

Regards,

Jud Evans.

Personal Website. http://evans-experientialism.freewebspac…

Posted on Tuesday, May 29th, 2007 at 7:50 pm
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