Philosopher, poet and friend

From Signandsight:

Jürgen Habermas writes an obiturary for American philosopher Richard Rorty:

Rortysmall I received the news in an email almost exactly a year ago. As so often in recent years, Rorty voiced his resignation at the “war president” Bush, whose policies deeply aggrieved him, the patriot who had always sought to “achieve” his country. After three or four paragraphs of sarcastic analysis came the unexpected sentence: ” Alas, I have come down with the same disease that killed Derrida.” As if to attenuate the reader’s shock, he added in jest that his daughter felt this kind of cancer must come from “reading too much Heidegger.”

One small autobiographical piece by Rorty bears the title ‘Wild Orchids and Trotsky.’ In it, Rorty describes how as a youth he ambled around the blooming hillside in north-west New Jersey, and breathed in the stunning odour of the orchids. Around the same time he discovered a fascinating book at the home of his leftist parents, defending Leon Trotsky against Stalin. This was the origin of the vision that the young Rorty took with him to college: philosophy is there to reconcile the celestial beauty of orchids with Trotsky’s dream of justice on earth. Nothing is sacred to Rorty the ironist. Asked at the end of his life about the “holy”, the strict atheist answered with words reminiscent of the young Hegel: “My sense of the holy is bound up with the hope that some day my remote descendants will live in a global civilization in which love is pretty much the only law.”

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