Monday, March 30, 2009

Conference Paper

Well, I was going to update this thing about my conference paper as I was doing it, but that obviously fell by the wayside.
In any event, I'll post basically the paper I read, I made some minor changes while I was waiting to speak, but apparently its going to be podcasted, so if I can share it, you can live the moment with my sooth man voice.
as far as the experience went, I had a pretty decent time. It was nice to see people out there that cared about education, but there were some who maybe cared too much. The academic world definitely has its claws in some kind of intellectual superiority, and I know that they hang on for dear (useful) life. It was disheartening to see some colleagues or professors who portrayed this attitude. This complaint however, is overshadowed by the time spent with my friends. The people's company who I did enjoy were absolutely wonderful. I not only feel I have great friends, but incredibly brave and intelligent friends. There was a nervousness that you could tell was pressuring us all, and I think we all shone through that haze.
Anyway, I would like to dedicate this paper to my dear friend A, my other friends who attended the conference as a whole, and for everyone who is pursuing a passion for their soul over their body.

After the trial and death of Socrates, it is very reasonable to think that Plato became all-too aware of the dangers that came with philosophy. Instead of Socrates' open critical conversation in the Athenian marketplace, Plato moved his philosophy to a school where he, among other things, took to creating the Socratic dialogues either in homage to his teacher or to use his him as a character to further his own view point – the jury is still out on this subject, and not my scope here. At the Academy, Plato was able to create a physical barrier from the rest of civilization, separating himself from the same people who had prosecuted Socrates. To create further separation, Plato concentrated on the medium of written work, affording him the option of being selective in his audience, but more importantly allowing room for the use of irony. In using irony, what Plato wanted to say was right in front of the reader without actually being written. In the written and ironic format philosophy could be safer.

In this paper there is presented a general sense that philosophy is threatened by the state. I will specifically argue, by exploring the irony in his Symposium Plato presents the defense of both his and Socrates' cause of philosophy, and implicitly if I can be so bold, my cause as well.

If we believe the account in Plato’s Apology, one of the major charges brought against Socrates was that he did not believe in the gods of the city. Prior to this charge, he is accused of corrupting the youth. According to Socrates, this charge arises out of his quest to find someone wiser than he. Chaerophon, or so the story goes, asked the Oracle at Delphi if there was anyone wiser than Socrates. Believing that all he knew was that he actually knows nothing, Socrates went to investigate this claim of the oracle. He sought out the orators, politicians, poets, and craftsmen who appeared wise, they turned out to not know anything worthwhile, but unlike Socrates they thought they knew what they did not. He questioned them all, to see if one was wiser than himself. Showing that the Athenians were assuming they had knowledge they did not made Socrates both a very unpopular man, but it also gained him some fans. The rich youth took pleasure in hearing people questioned, so much so they began to imitate Socrates and did some questioning of their own. These youth then were seen as corrupted, and furthermore presented to the Athenians that Socrates was teaching them not to believe in the gods of the city. Meletus, one of his prosecutors agrees that Socrates believes in spirits though. It begs the question as to how Socrates can believe in spirits, or children of the gods, but not believe in gods themselves. It seems that the defense Socrates raises in the Apology is sufficient for his accusations, but after it fails, something else needs to be said, and that something will come from Plato. The Symposium literally means drinking together and this event would have a leader who suggested toasts, and there would be some ordered drinking. In this specific instance, the poet Agathon has just won his first dramatic contest and is celebrating with a symposium, where the topic for the evening is suggested: praise of Eros, or the god of love.

The Symposium is an appropriate pretense for the defense of philosophy – in the guise of a discussion about love, philosophy, ironically proves to be the epitome of love. The initial speakers do their best to praise Eros, the god of love; however, they all misrepresent the nature of love. All the speakers presume, just as Socrates did when he was younger, that “Love was being loved, rather than being a lover.” Phaedrus, Pausanias, Eryximachus, Aristophanes, and Agathon are all guilty of praising, or making up, the effects that love grants men, whereas Socrates’ search for the truth begins with the qualities that love actually possesses. After the speech of Agathon, in typical Socrates style, he must get a few acceptable premises established. Socrates begins with Agathon, asking him if Love is the love of something or of nothing. Agathon agrees that Love is the love of something, from there it is agreed that Love also desires that which it loves. If Love desires that which it loves, then it must be the case that it does not currently have what it desires. Desiring something that one already owns can only be done for the sake of continuing that ownership. Drawing on Agathon’s speech, Socrates establishes the type of things Love desires, namely, beautiful things. Incorporated into beautiful things are also good things. It stands to reason that if Love desires good and beautiful things then Love does not have them. From here, Socrates turns to a supposed speech that a Mantinean woman gave him when he was young; when he had the same ideas that the speakers before him had about Love.

While the existence of the actual symposium taking place is at least doubtable, as the cast of speakers is highly unlikely to have gotten along so well, or even be in Athens together. The Symposium is told from the perspective of Apollodorus, who heard the account from another person, this type of indirect approach to the dialogue occurs in another one of Plato’s works, the Parmenides, which could not have possibly taken place. It is quite possibly, and more than likely that the event never took place, so the speeches are Plato’s inventions. The conversation between Socrates and Diotima that supposedly took place is in more doubt. While Diotima’s existence is only suggested to us by Socrates’ account here, it is more telling of her creation that “she” alludes to a view just presented by Aristophanes moments before. The significance of this allusion is that more than likely, even if Diotima existed, what she is represented to have said here was not composed before the party took place. For convenience sake, the story of Diotima is to be taken as a heuristic device of Socrates or Plato. When Socrates faced this logic his initial reaction was to assume that since Love did not possess beauty or goodness that he was ugly. “Don’t force whatever is not beautiful to be ugly, or whatever is not good to be bad” Diotima tells Socrates, “Yet everyone agrees he’s a great god,” he replies in the tone of the speakers before him. If Love is to be a great god, it must be the case, that like all gods, he is beautiful and possesses good things. Since Love does not possess beautiful and good things, it must be the case that Love is not a great god, but it is also not the case that he is mortal. Love is a spirit, in-between the mortal and immortal, a messenger that rounds out the differences and binds all to all.

While there is a lot to be said about the Symposium, the forcefulness of irony comes from Diotima’s speech to Socrates about the genealogy of Love. “When Aphrodite was born, the gods held a celebration,” Diotima begins, at this celebration Poros the god of resourcefulness got drunk and fell asleep in the garden of Zeus, and then Penia the goddess of poverty looking to relieve her lack of resources became pregnant by Poros – the child was Love. This genealogy connotes many things, like the reason for Love to always follow Aphrodite or beauty, and why he is neither mortal nor immortal, but most importantly his physical appearance. As the son of poverty, he is always poor, far from being delicate and beautiful, and he is tough, shriveled, shoeless, and always in need. According to the Platonic dialogues, Socrates was nowhere near a beautiful person, he was old or shriveled, he was poor, shoeless and tough, and he was always in need. These characteristics of Love’s mother’s side ring true with Socrates’ physical description, but what about the resourceful parent? On his father’s side, he is a schemer after the beautiful and good, brave, and resourceful in his pursuit of intelligence. This side of Love most emphatically resembles Socrates; however, one last comparison remains. Love, like being in-between mortality and immortality is also in-between wisdom and ignorance. The immortal gods are already in possession of wisdom and therefore do not desire it, and the mortal ignorant do not desire to become wise for they are content in their ignorance and do not desire what they do not think they need, so Love is in-between wisdom and ignorance, and as such he loves, he desires wisdom. Love is philosophon, he is a lover of wisdom, that is to say, a philosopher.

Though the state prosecuted and killed Socrates for impiety, even after the defense he supposedly raised in the Apology was logical enough to acquit the charges, it was not enough to save his life. Plato, I think, wanted to show the Athenians, without actually saying it, that not only was the charge of impiety false, but it was backwards. Only by using the written work and in using irony could Plato safely get away with this rebellion. Of course Plato would not equate Socrates to a god, but by making philosophy a spirit that connected to the divine, Plato is saying that philosophy and Socrates are the epitome of piety. Much like the Athenians, the speakers gave a false account of the god that they worshipped, and Plato uses Socrates’ to contrast that with his proper philosophical account. The irony presented in the Symposium suggests that the Athenians, who threatened philosophy, pushed it aside as useless, and killed off its most notable figurehead, are the ones with impiety.

Monday, February 9, 2009

Accepted

Well, as per my last post, I submitted a paper topic for a conference being held at my college - to cut it short, my proposal was accepted and I'm going to be presenting my paper. What have I got myself into? haha
The last time I presented a paper in front of people, it was in front of a class of 9 people. It went horrible. Granted, I hadn't slept that night from writing the paper, but I can't recall wanting to be out of a situation so badly. If there's one thing I don't like in life its to be caught in a situation I don't want to be in. My heart races, my face tingles, I perspire, and I stutter. If I could look at myself during the experience, I would probably be aware that my head could pass as an red alert light. In other words, I think I'm nervous about this situation I've put myself in. We'll see, I'm sometimes the most socially outgoing person, or sometimes taken aback by those situations.
Either way, I'm pretty excited about pursuing something that's as promising as this conference. This is my passion, this is my life - and I've got 20 minutes to explain and defend it.
Many updates to follow on this topic I'm sure. Specially after I've done more research and consultation with my prof.

Friday, January 30, 2009

Conference proposal

So, my school is holding an undergraduate humanities conference where little know-it-alls get to present their thoughts, and I'm hoping to be on of them!
Without further adieu, here is an abstract for my paper

The explicit theme of Plato’s Symposium is a dialogue in praise of and on the nature of Eros, the god of love and desire, however, the implicit theme that Plato hides is his love for philosophy and The Philosopher: Socrates. In Plato’s dialogues there is little left to coincidence, so with this in mind we can see his underlying attempts to argue for the cause of philosophy, defend Socrates, and present a challenge to pretenders of loving wisdom: the poets.

Feeling the after-effects of Socrates’ trial, Plato saw the dangers that philosophy presented to himself and his like-minded friends. Instead of open ended discussion in the agora, Plato moved his philosophy to a school where he undertook the manifestation of Socrates’ dialogues in written form. At the Academy Plato was able to create a barrier from the masses, the likes of which prosecuted Socrates. Furthermore, by using the medium of written work, Plato was able to be selective about who took part in his ‘dialogues,’ and just in case, it afforded him the leisure of being ironic. In using irony, Plato was able to say what he wanted to without actually saying it. In the written format, Philosophy became safe. Protected from potential accusers, Plato went to work on his legacy of Socrates’ life compiling western philosophy’s most important texts. In the Symposium dealing with Eros we find what is probably Plato’s most personal effort, implicitly showing his love for philosophy and Socrates while aggrandizing them over poetry.

Now, I just have to go about proving my statements!
wish me luck ;)


Friday, January 9, 2009

The new year

Well, I apologize for my prolonged absence. I suppose life has been busy lately.
It's a new year, but you knew that already, right? Not that the changing of the calendar matters to me, I suppose its a nice thing to do, so without further adieu, happy new year!
So, with the festive cheer out of the way, its back to the old grind.
School has opened her sweet arms to embrace me this year, and I am thoroughly enjoying myself this semester. Philosophy of Buddhism, love and sex, and ethics, coupled with an old passion of mine - the roman empire are going to keep me busy with a lifted heart. Have I ever mentioned that I love knowledge? It's a shame its hard for me to go about collecting that treasure on my own. It's hard to convince myself in retrospect, but I do love knowledge and learning - epiphanies instigate goosebumps and a racing heart like no other experience I've had. The sudden burst of knowledge is so exhilarating - why its not my kind of drug is beyond me. On the depressing side, lethargy is my drug, and video games are my dealers. Speaking of which, the frequency of which I have been playing has increased since the winter break. I guess I got a bit of time granted to me, and I filled it up with living in a post-apocalyptic world in Fallout 3, flooding underground tunnels in gears of war 2, and buying downloadable content in littlebigplanet. Ah, what more can be said, I just hope a balance can be found between what I ought to spend my time doing and what I actually spend my time doing. This is my ongoing struggle - its a shame to know your struggle, but I suppose all hope is contained in that knowledge.

In any event, I think I've complained enough for today - my written thoughts only want to come out as negative reflections of myself today, so I won't burden you with my weight.

'til next time I blog, which may not be so seperated form this one, take it easy

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

The snow cometh

Well, blogging has been low on the necessity scale as of late. I've been rather busy if I don't say so myself. Between working 4 times a week, soccer on sundays, school, and of course all-the-while moving, I think I can confidently say I am actually busy.
Things aren't looking to settle down anytime soon either; 'one more paper' bears no meaning when final exams distinctly follow. For now, I've got a decent amount of time to finish this paper, and this blog, this allowance of time, is like a sigh before I have to take it all back in again.
It's funny when I look at the amount of days until this paper is due, and I say, "6 days, that's plenty of time," but I of course fail to mention in those days I have two concerts, 3 work shifts, school, moving out, and it's snowing.
The snow is surely a sign of things to come. A light sprinkling of disorder that is enticing before the shit storm that is car accidents, slippery slopes, and a total exacerbation of all life's problems. Sure, the snow looks pretty now, but wait until you're knee-high in an morally-neutral disruptive substance. That's what life will be like very shortly for me: morally-neutral, yet always disruptive. Such is the life of seasons I suppose; those of the earth, and those of me. It's no wonder that school comes to a 'yearly' end with the spring an summer. Can you imagine your last taste of school being in the dead of a Canadian winter? It's enough to keep you locked in your house for ages. Outside is stress and total chaos. The house, your bed, your kitchen, your living rooms are homages to order and comfort and they welcome you back with open arms comforting you from the harshness that is winter, and they only let you back out with understanding and promises of a bright spring to come. Ending in the winter is a bitter taste left in your mouth, that repels you from reaching to the outside world for some time. Colloquially, this must be why 'snowboarders' tend to be, or were at some point chaos-loving douche-bags.

In any event, like the snow, life is coming and it's going to get hectic; hectic of course, but more cautiosly for me, important! I should not be looking at the storm of things to come as troublesome, specially when it's for my own good. Life is what I love, and I should be thankful for a blizzard of it - overwhelmed or not, I'm going to brave the storm and with a hopeful heart withstand it and overcome that which obstructs me. Wish me luck, and if you have any thoughts on Balibar's article "Althusser's Object," let me know, 'cause I'll be needing the help where I can get it - especially since I've been told by my professor, "No more C work Tim!"
Ah, my proffesor, Old Man Winter.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Re: "Ok. I'm going."

Oh A, I don't know what's worse, the fact you're having procrastinating issues, or the fact it makes me feel a better about myself.
I must say, this post is much like the superhero who dashes in at the last second to save the lady from the collapse of a burning building. I've been running around a lot in my head about my life, and its direction. School, in particular. Not going to lie, dropping out has been on my mind for the last few days. It's been on my mind a lot that what I'm putting out is not good enough; in short, I haven't felt committed enough. A quick gander at my grades will reflect this sentiment. When I told you today I wasn't motivated to come to class, I was really trying to say I wasn't motivated to come to school again.
In my days of self loathing, I have found solace in you, in particular this post. I can't imagine you intended it, but realistically, the expression of your thoughts have come at the right time to give me a new perspective on myself. For some strange reason (well maybe not that strange, but still, random) I am quoting in my head, 300 the movie, in that 'even a god-king can bleed.' Because of you, because you struggle in ways I do, I have hope. I can look to you in complete admiration, and know that its not by some divine gift you've received that I feel this way. This type of reflection is exactly what I need to enforce the notion that your status (to me anyways) takes work. Hard, painful work. Thanks to you, I no longer want to give up. I feel elevated again; I feel human.
Once again, thank you.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

moving in

So, I've been to the house a few times now, had a chance to run through where things go (not to mention where I'll have to repair the wall - oops).
The house is very nice and my excitement is building to move in. It's a whole new living space for me to get used to; to make it my own; a part of me.
I don't get attached to a lot of things, especially that easily, but making this house a part of me and vice versa is going to be different. What can I do to this house, where I feel like I've produced the feeling of a 'home,' beyond the walls and roof? In the Lockian sense I've just got to mix my labour with the house to make it mine. Sounds simple enough. Repair the wall, move some furniture, and the house becomes my property (well, some of it).
In the Althusserian sense, it gets tricky. I don't know if its possible for me to label this 'housey feeling' as a crystallized object yet. 'In the last instance,' I say to myself, 'is not possible to put a finger on.' Thankfully, Balibar is a smart person. These epistemological breaks, that is points in between the crystallization of objects are in themselves objects. This epistemological (house) break, this one heading towards 'the last instance' is in itself an object. My house, my 'home,' is going to be my object of personal ownership.
How strange that the crystallization, the last instance, is only possible in the eradication of the objectifying - as in me. That will probably not be the desired 'house' feeling I am looking for, lest I die young!