In a world where philosophers were trying to reduce metaphysics and ethics toa mathematical form, and despised concrete intuition: where men were devising a literature and a poetry suited to disseminate science among the common people or the world of fashion: where experiments were being made in teh construction of artificial, logical languages, superior to those of past or present usage: where, finally, it was thought possible to lay down rules for composing musical airs without being a musician, and poems without being a poet: in this atmosphere of detachment, coolness, hostility and mockery, only one man could arouse a different and opposite feeling—a warm and vivid consciousness of the real nature of poetry in its original function: and that man, with a keen, restless and stormy mind, was Giambattista Vico.
From man who brought you The Aesthetic as the Science of Expression and the Linguistic in General comes this summer's most anticipated blockbuster: The Philosophy of Giambattista Vico.
New world.
New birth.
Novum Organum.
New Science.
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Posted by: dave zacuto | March 26, 2005 at 10:42 AM