John Last at Noema:
Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about the possible death and dismemberment of my country. Time and again, I scan the news and hear rumblings of war. Threats of annexation and domination. Glib guides on the political benefits of erasing my country from the map. Grim military models projecting our army’s easy defeat in hypothetical invasion scenarios and our society’s collapse into a patchwork of mujahedeen-style militias.
I do not live in Iran, or Cuba, or Venezuela. I live in Canada. And until very recently, such headlines would have been the work of perverse fantasists. Canada has long been a veritable Eden of middle-class gentility. But something grave has shifted in the world order. Under the National Security Strategy (NSS) of the Trump administration, the line between allied and enemy nations has blurred to the point of non-existence.
Today, the U.S. and its antagonists can strike virtually anywhere at any time, making geography less and less relevant to conflict. Over the past half-century or so, the goals of war have also changed.
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Each year since 1988, the National Trust for Historic Preservation has issued its list of America’s
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To write about art might encourage some removal from the self, but nothing requires it. And so this accident of history has caused me to associate I-lessness with ekphrasis: a mode that elides the I as if some universal eye were speaking out. The invisible, anonymous describer of museum placards.
For most of AI’s history, humans drove every step in its development cycle. But at Anthropic, we are delegating a growing share of AI development to AI systems themselves, which is speeding up our work.
Benjamin Gleede situates Gregory’s concept of simultaneous creation within the Christian tradition and discusses how Gregory goes beyond his predecessors: unlike Philo of Alexandria and Origen, Gregory develops an “evolutionary conception of the creation sequence” (103) by combining the concept of simultaneous creation with the idea of “progressive creation”. In doing so, he not only explains that the process of creation’s unfolding follows an inner order, but he also identifies the immanent intelligible powers (Logoi) that God embedded in creation at the moment of the world’s beginning and which henceforth govern this order. Gleede argues that for Gregory, the idea of “progressive creation” is necessary due to the fundamental difference between Creator and creature, between eternity and time: his “bundle-conception” of matter presupposes the successive emergence of form in matter; the world as an essentially temporal being cannot have a timeless, simultaneous origin for all its parts. Unlike his predecessors, Gregory integrates into his cosmological model the Christian conception of time as a limited teleological process that actually attains its God-given goal and whose beginning and end are set by God. This understanding of time differs fundamentally from that of the Platonists, who conceive of time as an eternal striving toward eternity that, despite all its teleological orientation, always falls short of its ideal.
Mozart sets this text to music of almost unbearable tenderness. The aria is graceful and resigned, and the whole scene is among the most beautiful in the opera. Nowhere up to this point has Fiordiligi sounded so sincere, so defeated, so richly deserving of our sympathy and compassion.
Sometime between 1914 and 1915, the German philosopher and cultural critic Walter Benjamin wrote an essay on two poems by the Romantic poet and misunderstood visionary Friedrich Hölderlin. It is a peculiar and little-known piece of writing. By the author’s own account, it should be a straightforward exercise in close reading. But by the time he draws his conclusions he has offered all of a circuitous metaphysics of poetry, an implicit contemplation of the nature of time, and an elegy for his childhood friend Fritz Heinle, a would-be poet who had killed himself earlier that year. It’s also unmistakably the work of a young writer still finding his voice: grandiose, purple, convoluted, banal, exciting, inconclusive, all impulse and little orientation.
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