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Category Archives: Plato
Lao Tzu, Chapter 11
Tao Te Ching — The Classic about Ways And Instances Lao Tzu (Translated, with comments, by William P. Coleman) Chapter 11 Thirty spokes unite at a hub; it’s the emptiness there that makes the wheel usable. Shape clay to … Continue reading
Plato and Protagoras: “. . . of things that are, how they are . . .”
How can we know what Plato really thought? He never (almost never) spoke for himself. He wrote “dialogues” in which the only voices belong to the characters. We know what Meno, Protagoras, Theaitetos, and the others say — but what … Continue reading
. . . every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite
A post in the ongoing series Poetry in the Arts. In The Marriage of Heaven and Hell, William Blake wrote about the “doors of perception.” The ancient tradition that the world will be consumed in fire at the end of … Continue reading
Politics, the Polis, aloofness, and involvement
Parthenon, North Frieze J. J. Pollitt’s The Art of Ancient Greece is a book that I’ve learned much from — and plan to write several entries about. I’m grateful to Pollitt. In one place in this book, though, he makes … Continue reading
Rupert Brooke’s “Tiare Tahiti”
Rupert Brooke Tiare Tahiti Mamua, when our laughter ends, And hearts and bodies, brown as white, Are dust about the doors of friends, Or scent ablowing down the night, Then, oh! then, the wise agree, Comes our immortality.
Socrates — running his hand through Phaedo’s hair
Plato’s Phaedo is one of the hardest dialogues for me to understand. The way some commentators present it seems uncompromisingly, patronizingly self-righteous. Yet, I think there are more humanistic ways to understand it.