Animals have these advantages over man: they never hear the clock strike, they die without any idea of death, they have no theologians to instruct them, their last moments are not disturbed by unwelcome and unpleasant ceremonies, their funerals cost them nothing, and no one starts lawsuits over their wills. Voltaire
Friday, June 26, 2009
Classical Social Theory: 9th European Sociological Association Conference
9th European Sociological Association Conference
European Society or European Societies?
September 2 - 5, 2009
Lisbon, Portugal
Friday, September 4, 2009
5A Classical Social Theory: The Classical Canon, Mannheim and Troeltsch
Chair: Henning Bech
Robert Fine: Marx and the Radical Critique of Antisemitism
WARWICK UNIVERSITY
Tugrul Keskin: Sociology of Islam and Muslim Societies in Neoliberal Globalization
PORTLAND STATE UNIVERSITY
Isabelle Darmon: The notions of 'type of man' and 'personality' in early German
social and cultural sciences: lessons from a selective comparison between Ernst
Troeltsch and Max Weber
THE UNIVERSITY OF MANCHESTER
Richard Simon: Scientific Specialization as Utopian Practice
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Wednesday, June 03, 2009
The Most Strange of Creatures by Nazim Hikmet
The Most Strange of Creatures
Like the scorpion, my brother,
You are like the scorpion
In a terror-stricken night,
Like the sparrow, my brother,
You are like the sparrow
In inconsiderable restlessness.
Like the mussel, my brother,
You are like the mussel
Closed tight and tranquil.
You are terrible, my brother,
Like the mouth of an extinguished volcano.
And you are not one, alas,
you are not five
you are some millions.
You are like the sheep, my brother,
When the butcher dressed in your wool
when the butcher lifts his Staff
you hurry yourself to get back in the flock
and you go to the slaughterhouse running, almost proud.
You are the most strange of creatures, in short,
More strange than the fish
who lives in the sea without knowing the sea,
And if there is so much misery on the earth
it is thanks to you, my brother,
If we are starved, worn out,
If we are flayed till the blood flows,
Pressed like a bunch of grapes to yield our wine,
Will I go so far as to say that it is your fault, no,
But for many it is so, my brother.
Nazim Hikmet Ran
1901 Selanik -1963 Moscow
Monday, June 01, 2009
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