Rather than siding with one or the other moment of a controversial distinction, Plato often reframes the terms of the controversy in order to reveal lines of priority and to reveal the modes of dialectical dependence and underlying kinship that explain why thinking people could have in the first place held each side of the controversy.
Thus appearance is not (as though on some false Parmenidean model) figured as unreal by Plato, but rather (as on a true Parmenidean model) thought to constitute–although posterior to being–the very condition of its human appropriation, the condition, we might say, of being’s appearance. Similarly with rhetoric and other modalities, both ontological and cognitive, in which the hierarchical relation of prior and posterior provide a more accurate model for reading Plato’s thought than do Gnostic-like models in which appearance is figured as illusion or rhetoric as lie. –“Nature’s Law and Second Nature: Philoosphers on Nomos and Physis”
A couple of songs for my daughter, Sydney, on her birthday.
I’m teaching a seminar this term on Chisholm’s classic Theory of Knowledge and Sellars’ Metaphysics of Epistemology lectures. Sellars spends a fair amount of his time commenting on Chisholm (on the 1st edition of Theory of Knowledge) in the lectures. I am curious to see how this will go. Right now, we are considering Chisholm’s response to Austin’s “Other Minds”, and wondering whether the JTB account of knowledge is as compulsory as Chisholm makes it seem, at least early in the book.
One thing about being a professor is the rhythm of it, especially the returning sense–one that I have at least–that each new year is a fresh start, a new beginning. I spend the summer repenting of my teaching the year before (“…Who came into the world to save sinners, of whom I am the first…”) and face the new year hoping for life and light. But every fresh start augurs a new failure. The fun, I guess, is in finding out exactly how I fail this time. Sometimes the failures are qualitatively identical if not numerically identical with past failures–but somehow still new, in their way. Sometimes the failures blindside me, revealing yet unguessed weaknesses and indecisions of character. Oh, well: self-knowledge is bitter. (Is that a bit of grammar, or a discovery about how it is with me?)
Here is the current intro for a little piece I am contributing to a Routledge collection on epistemology.
Michael Dummett deems Frege’s Foundations of Arithmetic “unquestionably the most brilliant sustained performance of its length in the entire history of philosophy.” I agree with Dummett. And I believe that J. L. Austin’s Sense and Sensibilia (S&S) deserves a place in any such ranking–but not merely a place, a place close to Frege’s book, close to the top of the list.
I realize that many will reckon I rank the book too highly. I am not going to argue about that in any direct way. But I am going to argue that one reason why it seems that I am ranking the book too highly is that even now it remains hard to recognize how revolutionary the book is, how strongly it swims against the stream of traditional epistemology. Proper recognition has been obscured by tendencies too-readily to categorize (and thus reduce) Austin and his style of philosophy. We take Austin to be an ordinary language philosopher–and we think we know what that means. We take Austin to be a defender, left-handed perhaps (bend sinister?), but still a defender, of Direct Realism. We take Austin to be the knight errant of the plain–the champion of the ordinary man. We are wrong about all of this. Recognizing that we are will, I hope, allow us to recognize S&S for the deep, radical, difficult, and hard-to-assimilate achievement that it is. Ordinary language philosophy seems easy to domesticate, partly because it seems to domesticate itself, as if its character of concern with the homely and familiar rendered it homely and familiar. It seems to be a style of philosophizing to the bottom of which it is easy to see. Whatever lessons it has to teach are such that she who runs may read, requiring nothing more ultimately than a concise dictionary and a slightly guilty linguistic conscience. It has no depths. It is all surface, superficies. But perhaps we expect to learn the wrong lessons, and so never really hear what ordinary language philosophy has to say. Perhaps we were trapped in Flatland. Ordinary language philosophy is a romance of many dimensions–like our ordinary lives. But it is hard to see anything we call ‘ordinary’ that way–particularly hard when philosophizing, but hard enough at all times.
A thoughtful essay by a friend of mine, Andy Bass.
Chuck book manuscript finished and mailed to publisher. Now on to the next project. (At least, until the proofs arrive.)
A tune by my brothers’ wonderful, but (alas!) no longer existing bluegrass band, Retrograss.