Tuesday, October 12, 2004
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I certainly am not going to say anything good about the "thoughts" of any French philosopher just because he is now dead, like Jacques Derrida. The media is full of obits which utterly fail to understand what he was saying (luckily for him), applying to him blindly the principle set forth by Noah Cross in Chinatown:
I certainly am not going to say anything good about the "thoughts" of any French philosopher just because he is now dead, like Jacques Derrida. The media is full of obits which utterly fail to understand what he was saying (luckily for him), applying to him blindly the principle set forth by Noah Cross in Chinatown:
'Course I'm respectable. I'm old. Politicians, ugly buildings and whores all get respectable if they last long enough.The web varies between gushing praise and demulcent demi-demurrals. BertramOnline recalled the lyrics to a song about him. But the finder of shiny things, Magpie (who happily reports she will be back home and blogging again anon), pointed to the funniest post on his passing, Fafblog's "flowers for derrida", which begins:
We threw a Deathday Party to undermine the hegemonic life/death binary but for some reason everybody was still kinda sad....
