The ethical

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Can the Ethical be Primary?

An extract:

“Ethics is kind of ‘in your face’ in a way that things-in-themselves are not.  You can start the ethical endeavor from someplace other than ontology – in experience perhaps.  It is possible that ethics is primary:  ‘What should I do?’ comes before ‘What is there?’

This question put me in the mind of Emmanuel Levinas, who I was studying for my dissertation prior to going from fully to partially examining my life. His Wikipedia entry has a nice succinct section on this point:

[Levinas’] work is based on the ethics of the Other or, in Levinas’ terms, on “ethics as first philosophy”. For Levinas, the Other is not knowable and cannot be made into an object of the self, as is done by traditional metaphysics (which Lévinas called “ontology“). Lévinas prefers to think of philosophy as the “wisdom of love” rather than the love of wisdom (the literal Greek meaning of the word “philosophy”). In his view, responsibility precedes any “objective searching after truth”.

Levinas derives the primacy of his ethics from the experience of the encounter with the Other. For Levinas, the irreducible relation, the epiphany, of the face-to-face, the encounter with another, is a privileged phenomenon in which the other person’s proximity and distance are both strongly felt. “The Other precisely reveals himself in his alterity not in a shock negating the I, but as the primordial phenomenon of gentleness.”[3] At the same time, the revelation of the face makes a demand, this demand is before one can express, or know one’s freedom, to affirm or deny.[4] “

In short, the Other comes before any Object.  There is a sense in which this view makes a category claim about Others vs. Objects – they are wholly different.  This doesn’t entail that one is prior to the other (and I suspect that at some point Derrida probably deconstructed that opposition).  If we at least grant the distinction between the two, I read Mark’s comment as saying there are practical reasons for spending our energies on ethics instead of ontology and I am sympathetic to this view.  You can live your life never knowing what is-in-itself, but you will at some point in your life have to make a moral decision.  It’s worth giving that some thought.

Levinas’ ultimately will claim that responsibility for the Other is the foundation of our Subjectivity, taking Heidegger’s notion of Sorge (Care) to it’s logical conclusion with respect to other Dasein.  While I won’t claim to understand what Levinas is really all about, listeners have probably caught on to the fact that the Ethical is of much more interest to me than ontology.  Metaphysically or practically ethical questions take priority for me.”

 

What truly human means

“I will say this quite plainly, what truly human is -and don’t be afraid of this word- love. And I mean it even with everything that burdens love or, i could say it better, responsibility is actually love, as Pascal said: ‘without concupiscence’ [without lust]… love exists without worrying being loved.”
― Emmanuel Lévinas, Of God Who Comes to Mind

 

http://www.mythosandlogos.com/Levinas.html

I burned my bottom on a plastic seat

I burned my bottom on a  plastic seat
My legs were aching so I just sat down
What a danger in this nauseous heat!

I gave a cry that sounded like a bleat,
Which caused the nearby folk to turn and frown
I burned my bottom on a  plastic seat

With cystitis, I felt rather weak
The  plastic fire  may help my bladder round
I might linger in this healing heat.

At least it will have dried up any leak
And thus the odour will my seers confound
I burned my bottom on a  plastic seat

What a way to end this furious week
If I were younger, I might feel let down
I’ll  have a smoke   to convey my conceit

Where are my tiara and my crown?
They are made of plastic like my gown
I burned my bottom on a  plastic seat
What a rude shock in this  fracking heat!

Eating in the garden in the rain

Eating in the garden in the rain
Denying what his senses felt and saw
November came and he crept in again

A look  of anguish with a heart so pained
He wished he were beyond the natural law.
Eating in the garden in the rain

Once we   were to weather quite immune
We lived as if our bodies had no flaw
November came and  we ate in again

I heard the blackbird spring its built in tune
Hoping that his misery would thaw
While eating in the house where it can’t  rain

To him the winter dark made very plain
We must eat indoors and find some joy
November comes and  we are home again

Every husband has at least  one flaw
And it ain’t what that damned butcher saw
Eating in the garden in the rain
Autumn comes and I still vote remain