tumblr tuesday: a haunting
The beauty of the left-behind, the wilting, the empty barn receding in the rear-view mirror—all these alone spaces and more can be found in the photographic works of @ishikorokoroishi:
A catalog of ghost stories and alleged sightings, alongside spine-jangling accounts of encounters with those on the other side of the veil, make @thesehauntedhills exciting reading for the fearless among you.
@bestthriftfinds: In a super unexpected twist of fate, it turns out pancake bear actually owns you. Pancake bear owns everything you can see and touch. We don't make the rules. Pancake bear makes the rules here now, kid.
Enjoyed this haunting? Want more? For a small token of your appreciation, @kayleerowena will haunt your house for you. If that’s your vibe.
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Intro to Jewish philosophy (VIII)
Traditionally speaking, Judaism is a monotheist religion, although it dates back to polytheist Canaanite religiosity in the Ancient period, before a community began to rally themselves around a canonical text sent by God through His prophets, the Torah (or Tanakh, which refers to the entire Old Testament). Supplementary texts were Midrash (rabbinic literature) and Talmud. All these texts would always invite hermeneutical interpretations with different claims about hidden meanings. In Medieval times, these interpretations became particularly prolific.
Why did Jewish thinkers engage in philosophy? Jewish thinkers saw philosophy as a tool that would help them understand the theoretical and practical dimensions of faith, beliefs and practices by means of philosophical concepts and norms, by problematasing typical Jewish topics in a systematic fashion. For Jewish philosophers, there were mainly three concerns they wished to address. The first is Jewish-centric: They sought to understand why God chose Israel and the Hebrews and its eternity, and what did this say about the nature of God; Messiah and the afterlife; Prophecy of Moses (if God is a transcendental being, how does He communicate, convey intelligibles?); and the Torah. The second is a common reason, reasons that their Muslim peers, as well as the Christians, sought to explain, such as: The existence of God; the divine attributes (through logical theory); creation; providence; and human conduct. And lastly, the independent (or secular) reasons: philosophical motivations beyond religiosity; about language, for example. It’s philosophy with inspiration in religion: meaning of terms; logical arguments; the division of being; and the structure of cosmos, are a few of these topics.
There’s been a great Islamic influence in Jewish philosophy, evidently explained by the presence of Jewish communities in Islamic societies, especially from the 7th century onwards, parallel to the flourishment of Arabic culture and the Islamic Empire. Very soon Jews started to adapt Muslim and Christian concerns and to advance, transform, and participate in Arabic curriculums, particularly in science, mathematics, medical theory (Maimonides, for example), astronomy, and, of course, philosophy (especially in the hands of Saadia, Halevi, Maimonides, and Gersonides).
Jewish historiography normally narrows the history of Jewish philosophy into three periods: 1) Hellenistic (2nd century BCE to 1st CE): Almost nothing survived from this period beyond material artifacts excavated archeologically. 2) Medieval (10th century AD to 18th century AD): It is here that the vast majority of Jewish philosophical activity emerges, in Arabic and Hebrew. 3) Modern (18th century AD to present). In the medieval period, from 10th to 12th century there’s a cultural revival period in the North Africa, Spain, and Egypt, where they would use the Arabic language in their philosophical discourse. In the case of Jewish philosophy, metaphysics was the main interest. After this revival, there started being noticeable changes in Jewish philosophy (post-12th century until 16th AD): Key subjects were physics, metaphysics, logic, ethics, and politics; and the famous rise of the Jewish commentary tradition. This happened as there was also a geographic shift: Jewish presence started sky-rocketing in Continental European places like Spain, southern France, and Italy. Upon reaching these places, there started being a decline in Jewish Arabic writing in favor of the emergence of Hebrew as a language of philosophical discourse. Why not Latin? Because there was great rejection of all things Jewish by Latin scholars, and so they resorted back to Hebrew as a way to foster their own independent intellectual activities and reaffirm themselves as properly distinct.
Back then, Jewish philosophers are typically grouped in 4 segments:
a) the Mutakallimun: jewish philosophers trained in theology, or theologicians with a proclivity for philosophy. Influenced by Arabic theology (kalam) with origins in the philosophical deliberations on theological matters of early medieval Islam, such as to the attributes as predicates of divine essence. Jewish Kalam wished to, amongst others, to refute heresies, defeat sophistry, combat skepticism and reaching epistemological certainty. The Jewish adoption of kalam has in Saadia Gaon (d. 942), of the Baghdad Rabbinical Academy, one of its greatest examples. Indeed, it was in the Middle Eastern Jewish communities, particularly the Baghdad Academy, that this tradition started arising.
b) Neoplatonists: jewish philosophers with an interest on the school of Alexandria and all things neoplatonic, particularly the strand that sought to bring philosophy to religion and reconcile the two. They saw themselves as the heirs to Al-Farabian and Avicennan traditions, and were influenced largely by the theology of Aristotle (i.e., Enneads) (Latin: Liber de causis). The main features of Jewish Neoplatonism was its dedication to topics such as the transcendence of God, the emanation of Cosmos (necessary or volitional), hypostatic substances between God and world, and the return of the soul to its righteous place. All these were standard issues of Aristotelian philosophy relocalized into jewish thought. The first proper Jewish Neoplatonist was Isaac ben Solomon Israeli (d. 955), greatly influenced by Al-Kindi, who came slightly before him.
c) critics of Aristotelian philosophy: jews suspicious of the prevalence of Aristotelianism that sought to eliminate jewish philosophy of this pollution. The most prominent figure was Judah HaLevi (d. 1141), known mostly for his Book of Argument and Proofs in Defence of the Despised Faith. He wanted to defend the Jews from Latinists; in doing so, he wishes to refute Aristotle’s philosophy as unable to demonstrate metaphysical truths. He contraposes the God of philosophers to the God of Abraham (a God that does not need to be sought through complex intellectualism); and demonstration to revelation. He favors an epistemology rooted in experiential existence which partakes in divine reality. For him, piety increases ontological proximity to God.
d) Aristotelians: peripathetic-like thinkers. They famously drew a distinction between a theoretical and a practical philosophy. Theoretical philosophy was concerned with physics, mathematics, metaphysics; whilst practical philosophy dwelled in ethics, economics, and politics. The first Jewish Aristotelian was Abraham ben Daud (d. 1180), for whom Judaism and Philosophy are identical; two sides of the same coin.
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Broder Café, Portland, OR.
Hello, my beautifully insatiable children of the sometimes dark and cruelly flavorless world. Greetings, my precious gorgers who are so often deprived of divine flavor and salacious evenings spent in gluttony, so often cursed to dwell on the parsimonious musings of flavorless minds. Take heart, for your Charon has returned to guide your beautiful wandering souls across the murky waters that stand between you and inimitable food-induced delight.
Today, we come to the hallowed doors of one of Portland’s most hallowed brunch destinations. Nordic fare of unparalleled quality, brunch at Broder is more than a meal; it is a journey of transcendental importance. My beloved, partake with me in my revelries, my meal of utter consequence, my metamorphic morning.
Baked in a frothy bedding of cream, two poached eggs lay between spinach leaves and sliced ham in the bliss of holy matrimony. From beneath a crispy covering of parmesan cheese, the yolks broke softly, slowly blending to white amid hues of cream. The light snap of crisped parmesan resounded as I sank my fork carefully, oh so carefully, into the sea of white that lay beneath. What returned to my mouth was unlike anything that I had ever experienced as a mere man. Bewildered and in awe, I tore through the skillet as if it were my final meal, pausing only for an occasional rapturous moan. Creamy, cheesy, and with the faintest hint of delightful, toe-curling bitterness from the spinach: Broder’s Lost Eggs were magnificent.
Served with jams made of lemon curd and lingonberry, the Danish pancakes were decadent. Moist, covered in powdered sugar, and oh-so-very circular, the Danish pancakes were a charming departure from my creamy entree. Light and airy, they functioned as an impeccable tapestry upon which the fresh lingonberry jam could make its mark.
I would include my assessment of the lemon curd jam, but, if we all dig down deep within ourselves, we know that lemon curd jam is of no more importance than the final groomsman in a wedding: merely present to balance the photograph. If you disagree with my assessment of lemon curd, write your own blog.
“Swedish Hash with Trout”
My mother ordered Broder’s Swedish Hash with Trout, which, in actuality, meant that she ordered me half of another entree. The eggs perched daringly atop small diced potatoes, which were interwoven with small onions and peppers. Betwixt and between potato and onion lay the trout. Decadent, moist, and engorged with flavor, the trout steamed lightly under the morning sunshine that glinted through the front windows. With each stolen bite, the purity of my soul slipped from me. My debauchery ever before my eyes and evidenced by my growing gut, I plunged deeper and deeper into that skillet of unbridled gluttony. At one point, I was forced to fend off the hungry advances of my mother’s righteous fork. I bobbed and weaved, striking cautiously but effectively with my pronged utensil. A haunted look clouded her eye, as the pure young man she bore unto this world slowly slipped from her, morphing before her eyes into an irrepressible Gourmand, drunk on the pleasure of a morning spent in gluttonous ecstasy. If that is my lot in life from now until the end of time, so be it.
Last, but certainly not least, we have the drink of the day. If you know anything of my emergent morning alcoholism, then you are aware of my deep proclivity for mimosas. Less tart than cranberries but boasting a similar flavor, the lingonberry served as a delightful compliment to my morning booze. Effervescent and refined, it bore me up with it into a cloud on high, from which I observed all that lay beneath. Of most interest to me in the land that lay below was a writhing gargoyle, hell-bent on consuming the food laid before it and its mother. Before I could come down to intervene, I found myself within the gargoyle, devouring all that lay before me, including this zesty treat.
In conclusion, my beautiful ones, go to Broder. Will it be a two-hour wait? Yes. Will you wonder why the coffee tastes faintly of dish soap and stained jeans? It depends on how you wash your jeans. Will you watch the cat who lives in an apartment above Broder for at least an hour as it tries to catch birds in a tree? Definitely. But of most importance, will your gorgeously gluttonous souls find refuge at the table? My sweet ones, yes they will. Yes, they will.
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I'm coming to terms with the fact that I'm a heart-based person. Mind and all its intricate processes, comes in second. I don't like to read books unless I've been inspired by an intention or intuition. I don't like formulating goals and concepts mentally.
Wherever I'm forced to use my head primarily, I feel suffocated and I shut down. It's taken me a long time to come to this realization and adapt to my unusual proclivities. I listen to the nonverbal and I decipher the unwritten. I'm better equipped at creating a new system from scratch than trying to integrate into an existing one.
I have to feel into the whole to understand the context for the part. I have to know the emotional state of someone before I can understand their words. I have to empathize with someone before I can criticize them.
I don't think I have to tell you how incredibly difficult life has been for me. I've always felt too much and yet not enough. I've felt like an absolutely disastrous failure, a glitch, for not being able to pick a side or category or option presented to me by society. I didn't know why there was something inhibiting me, a fullness that was invisible yet very much tangible. At least to me.
Being called by an inner, compelling vision, I always feared that sacrificing the security of what exists would come back to haunt me when I'd discover that the vision was in fact a mirage. I'd often wonder, is this how it feels to slowly lose your mind? What if these transcendental experiences are initiations into a psychosis that I'll never get out of?
But how can you lose your mind if you're not using it to find the unknown? This, too, took me very long to discover. About, say, 13 years. I just made that discovery today.
Allaah has truly been my Wali because none of this came to me intellectually.
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💔 - egoipliered, from Mark or Wilford?
tough love [ x ] + @egoipliered (feat. Mark)
5. a lying kiss.
ANOTHER evening wrought with harrowingnight terrors had befallen his mortal counterpart once more and prompted Markout of bed, aimlessly wandering around the space until a hitched breath frombehind signaled his arrival. Position held unnervingly still in front of thegrainy static of the muted television, its backlight existing as the only repellent for the darkness that otherwise infested the room with parasitic fortitude.The cold illumination outlined the being’s form in an ethereal glow, gracedwith specious divinity against a soundscape of resonant trills and transcendentalechoes that infringed reality’s law – ( LEND AN EAR TO THE DARKNESS’ DOGMA& HE WILL REWARD YOUR FAITH ! ). Only when the floorboards moaned theirprotest with the human’s tentative step forward did a neck’s stretch elicit a distinctcrack to remedy the silence before the entity’s head canted to peer over hisshoulder.
❝ Another sleepless night,Mark? ❞
Lacking the explicit contemptnecessary for castigation, the question was posed without any earnest intrigueor interest in entertaining an extraneous discussion on the catalyst; instead,the being’s tongue clicked and tsked with the observation and the television’s backlightsurrendered its glow with a PIERCING shatter – a firsthand prophecy of one’s eventualcapitulation to the shadows. An absence of illumination had such a proclivityfor teasing the mind, to create morbid imagery from the limited scope of one’seyes; he was of no exception.
Although the faint silhouette of theentity’s figure could be discerned, limbs coaxed the other with an elongated reach beyond which was humanly possible as their surroundings began to shift. Realitywavered and cowered with his intrusion, the wallpaper tearing away in strips toreveal ROTTING wood beneath and FETID fungus that would’ve choked out thebreath of anyone nearby as it festered had it not been for the suited entity’s interference. Nolonger did the floor seem solid as waves rippled across the surface and thebeing came closer. Eyes could not be distinguished in the darkness but thatpaled in comparison to his slack jaw: becoming WIDER and WIDER still in apantomimed scream with every step forward. Nearer the being trudged, fixed on apath towards Mark with militant resolve as the room became chilled with asudden breeze. Pallid fingers were more akin to the stringy legs of a spider asthey too sought to greet the human, itching to ensnare an insect ineffectually struggling within the strands oftheir unseen web.
And then, when they were both a meremoment away from contact, the entirety of his being disappeared in a jarringblink. The immaculate television screen flickered back on as fingers pressedand kneaded into the human’s neck from behind, returned to a state of apparent normalcy and delicately tracing the line of Mark’s jaw. There remained to be no residual sign of ruinor monstrous visual. The room existed as it had always been with only the twoof them to rule its domain.
❝ Look at you: so tired thatyou’re seeing things again. ❞ Saccharine timbre soothing the human’sperturbation, fingers adjusted to manipulate Mark’s head higher to better barehis throat with his index finger’s thoughtful tap against the human’s chin.Lips grazed over the other’s pulse point, thrumming to a melodic beat beneathskin before they pursed and delivered its fond affection with a heady open-mouthedkiss. Free hand keeping Mark’s lower body pressed taut against him, hot breathtickled flesh upon his brief departure once skin was on the brink of purplingwith a bruise’s early beginnings. An unseen grin quirked and the being hoverednear the human’s ear, the idle caresses of restless fingers dipping teasinglybelow the edge of Mark’s shirt already heightening their tantalizing contact asa question was carried on the cusp of a husky whisper.
❝ ————— Shall I fend offthe nightmares once more? ❞
"10 Mexican Fiction Novels":
1. "Faces in the Crowd": by Valeria Luiselli
"Described as one of the brightest literary talents in the entire world right now, and mentored by the fantastic Mario Bellatin, Valeria Luiselli is a Mexico City native and author of three outstanding works.Sidewalks/ Papeles falsos (2013) is a beautifully written, evocative, and at times downright poetic collection of essays. However her first fiction, published prior to this collection, is Faces in the Crowd/ Los ingrávidos (2012), an impressive entry into the literary world which sealed her brilliance as an up-and-coming contemporary Mexican author by winning the Los Angeles Times Art Seidenbaum Award for First Fiction – an incredible feat for a work in translation. It gracefully sidesteps the rising tide of narcoliterature spilling out from Mexico, instead concerning herself with the transcendentalism of literature.(theculturetrip.com)
2. "Signs Preceding The End Of The World": by Yuri Herrera
"Mythical and rich, borderlands novel Signs Preceding The End Of The World/ Señales que precederan al fin del mundo (2015) is a stunning sophomore novel from the up-and-comer Yuri Herrera. Owing much to Juan Rulfo’s seminal text Pedro Páramo, the narrator Makina is on a journey to bring back her brother from across the US border, and in broaching such a topic evokes the ever crashing wave of migration from Mexico to the US. Scattered throughout are references to mythology, which adds to the wondrous depth of this slim volume".(theculturetrip.com)
3. "Down The Rabbit Hole": by Juan Pablo Villalobos
"Described as a leading representative of so-called narcoliterature, Villalobos in his first novel explores this obscenely luxurious but heavily guarded cartel world as the entirely normal backdrop to the life of the child narrator, Tochtli. The result is intriguing and disturbing all at once, with Villalobos unafraid to question the harsh realities of Mexican corruption. Villalobos’ clever navigation of the reality, and sometimes the underbelly, of Mexico is set off by some excellent characters and dry humor".(theculturetrip.com)
4. "In Search of Klingsor": by Jorge Volpi
The Latin American literature world is booming at the moment, as more and more publishing houses are choosing to translate the works published in Spanish into English, bringing their novels to a wider audience. In Mexico, the situation is no different. Known for the famed Mexican writers Carlos Fuentes, Juan Rulfo and Octavio Paz, Mexico has a plethora of contemporary authors that are still battling for the wider recognition of their forefathers. Here are the top ten must-read texts.(theculturetrip.com)
5."The House on Mango Street": by Sandra Cisneros
"Sandra Cisneros has done a lot for Chicano literature, and her first novel remains one of her best. The House on Mango Street(1984) is a slim, slight text, easily devourable in one sitting, and explores the coming-of-age story of a Latina in Chicago, Esperanza Cordero. Growing up in Chicago, Esperanza’s experiences deftly mirror those of the countless Mexican-Americans growing up in the States, touching vast swathes of readers since its publication, which is obvious from its inclusion in middle-school syllabuses across the country and translation into multiple languages – including Spanish. Often heartbreaking, but often joyous, The House on Mango Street is a classic text in the Chicano literary canon".(theculturetrip.com)
6."Asunder": by Chloe Aridjis
"Multi-talented Chloe Aridjis’ first novel, Book of Clouds/ El libro de las nubes(2009), was released to critical acclaim and went on to win the French Prix du Premier Roman Etranger. In 2012, it would be released as a graphic novel in French. This excitement over her first publication was matched by Asunder (2012), which met with great critical acclaim in the UK. This novel is deft, attention-capturing fiction which surrealistically explores the tension and relationship between art and life in the life of a London museum guard. At turns weird and extravagant, Asunder follows the ponderings of Marie and her obsession with the cracks in the paintwork of the great masterpieces by which she is surrounded".(theculturetrip.com)
7."In Search of Klingsor": by Jorge Volpi
"Perhaps better known for participating in the ‘Crack Manifesto,’ a group of Mexican writers rejecting the Mexican mainstream’s proclivity for lighthearted writing, Jorge Volpi is both novelist and essayist. Understandably, his work tends to lean away from surrealism, instead leaning towards historical and scientific preoccupations, and have been internationally acclaimed and translated. Thriller In Search of Klingsor/ En busca de Klingsor (2003), the first in a trilogy, is the perfect example of these tendencies and is a structurally complex novel".(theculturetrip.com)
8.Manuel Gonzales, "The Regional Office is Under Attack!"
"Mexican-American author Manuel Gonzales’s first novel, a weird, witty comic book-infused opera that uses genre like a trampoline, while also digging into questions of loneliness and the essential unknowability of other people. But, you know, on a trampoline, so it’s fun!".(lithub.com)
9.Isabel Quintero, "Gabi, a Girl in Pieces"
"First-generation Mexican-American Quintero’s first novel was the winner of the 2015 Morris Award—which, in case you don’t know, is the award for debut YA novels. It tackles being a Mexican-American in contemporary California head-on—along with drugs, sex, pregnancy, poetry, being “fat,” being a good daughter, and just about everything else that might come up in a senior year of high school".(lithub.com)
10. "The Transmigration of Bodies" by Yuri Herrera
"The Transmigration of Bodies is simpler, but no less gripping or hallucinatory. Its hardboiled story takes place in an unnamed Mexican city suffering from a mysterious plague that has left the streets almost empty. The hero, known as The Redeemer, spends his time as a fixer. In a very violent city, he's the man folks call in to delay, if not prevent, all the killing". (Npr.org)
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"A slowed form of listening", from a Nairobi producer with a proclivity for drones and field recordings. Reduced is a new series that strips sound back to its most transcendental, restorative and atmospheric textures to block out the noise and aid focus, attunement and relaxation. Each one will be paired with a mental health charity and be accompanied by an interview focussed on self-care. The combination of all three will create an evolving resource of knowledge and experience that provides solace, inspiration, reassurance and company in difficult times. Interview: https://ift.tt/2HIInVc Paired charity: Kamili, who provide free mental health services via over 30 clinics across Kenya - https://ift.tt/3kAEeRt