If you live in Chicago and you are not taking these classes in medieval/renaissance longsword fighting and you are not prevented from taking these classes by some combination of crippling poverty and unforeseen amputations, then I have no respect for you. How was it that Ralph Waldo Emerson, a champion of the unique power of poetry, failed to make his own, banal poetry soar half so well as his prose? Heidegger, or else, the Heideggerians. But who are they? The end of an era. Rate this:Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
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