The Mazeppist

A Transgressive Transcendentalist manifesto.

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Part Irish, part Dervish, ecstatic humanist, critical Modernist, transgressive Transcendentalist.

Sunday, March 31, 2019

Sabr


Saturday, March 30, 2019

Azerbaijan


Friday, March 29, 2019

On The Muslim Question



Required reading for anyone left with a conscience in the 21st century.

Thursday, March 28, 2019

Holy Wisdom



Wednesday, March 27, 2019

Ottomania



That's the style!

Tuesday, March 26, 2019

Said The Cheerful Nihilist...



Friday, March 22, 2019

The Labyrinth



Wednesday, March 20, 2019

The Present Age



We have entered what Martin Heidegger called "the age of the complete absence of questioning" (see, e.g., Contributions to Philosophy, sec. 51).

Unless and until we engage in a radical questioning of our entire way of being-in-the-world, we will continue to barrel down the blind alley that our species has been on for at least the last 500 years.

Jude The Obscure



Sunday, March 17, 2019

In A Dark Time By Theodore Roethke

Wednesday, March 13, 2019

Being And Nothingness


Sunday, March 10, 2019

Remember!



Saturday, March 09, 2019

Look!





Sunday, March 03, 2019

Last Sonnet



BRIGHT Star, would I were steadfast as thou art—
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priest-like task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—
No—yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever—or else swoon to death.


~ John Keats

Keats has been my favorite English Romantic poet since I read his “Last Sonnet” in high school. His religious side is consistently neglected—though even a cursory reading of his poems demonstrates that he was a religious thinker from the very beginning of his poetic career. This is most probably because few readers or even critics have been willing to recognize his thinking as such.

I can’t recall when I first read Ronald Sharp’s great study (Keats, Skepticism, and the Religion of Beauty), but I re-read it from time to time to remind myself of Keats’s “vast idea.” Too little of what is achieved in Religious Studies could be called “vast” (although Marshall Hodgson's three volume opus The Venture of Islam would qualify) and even less of religion as professed and practiced is vast. Keats laid the foundation for a religious revolution while he was composing some of the most compelling Romantic poetry in the English language—and then was dead by 25.


Saturday, March 02, 2019

Take A Moment...



For beauty.