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oapen-20.500.12657-253932022-07-21T14:40:16Z The Wind ~ An Unruly Living Bendik-Keymer, Jeremy eco-philosophy ethics ecology elemental thinking subjectivity wind studies environmental philosophy bic Book Industry Communication::B Biography & True Stories::BM Memoirs A process begun in Pisa, Italy in April of 2016 during a workshop on political theory in the Anthropocene, The Wind ~ An Unruly Living is a philosophical exercise (askêsis, translated, following Ignatius of Loyola, as “spiritual exercise”). In his exercise, Bendik-Keymer throws to the void: the ideology of self-ownership from a society of possession. By using the Stoic kanôn, the rule of living by phûsis, he follows an element. Unhappily for the Stoic and happily for us, the wind is unruly. A swerve of currents through a social fabric, it’s full of holes, all holely. Stretch and stitch as you want, it might settle more shapely tattered into light, but it will never become whole. The wind’s only holesome. 2019-03-26 23:55 2020-01-23 14:09:07 2020-04-01T10:37:37Z 2020-04-01T10:37:37Z 2018 book 1004702 OCN: 1100537212 9781947447967 9781947447950 http://library.oapen.org/handle/20.500.12657/25393 eng application/pdf n/a 0237.1.00.pdf punctum books 10.21983/P3.0237.1.00 10.21983/P3.0237.1.00 979dc044-00ee-4ea2-affc-b08c5bd42d13 9781947447967 9781947447950 ScholarLed 176 Brooklyn, NY open access
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A process begun in Pisa, Italy in April of 2016 during a workshop on political theory in the Anthropocene, The Wind ~ An Unruly Living is a philosophical exercise (askêsis, translated, following Ignatius of Loyola, as “spiritual exercise”). In his exercise, Bendik-Keymer throws to the void: the ideology of self-ownership from a society of possession. By using the Stoic kanôn, the rule of living by phûsis, he follows an element. Unhappily for the Stoic and happily for us, the wind is unruly. A swerve of currents through a social fabric, it’s full of holes, all holely. Stretch and stitch as you want, it might settle more shapely tattered into light, but it will never become whole. The wind’s only holesome.
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