Continuing from the previous post

Protevi

Yes, that's what I'm trying to do here: supplement DG's [Deleuze Guattari]  concept of art as laid out in WP to produce a differenciation for performance, one of the lines of which would be sport. I suspect that many resources for this effort can be found in ATP, but this post is just a first sketch.

Answering him elsewhere

Philosophers dislike rhetoric unless it's the rhetoric of Truthiness. If your art can't be described as serving the Church, you got a problem.

Federer isn't interested in truth he's trying to win. He's like a lawyer not a judge. Protevi the philosoph is trying to re-imagine the ideal out of the casuistry of competition, trying to return the formalism of relations -prosecutor to defense attorney/ baseline game to serve and volley/ Karsparov to Karpov- to unity of holy order: reason.
Philosophy is parasitic, and Nadal is up 18-10.
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Perfect example, in a new comment from the next post:

Anonymous: "I remember falling in love with Quine's "Two Dogmas" way back when. Isn't there a sentence there...."\'meaning is what essence becomes when it is divorced from the referent and wedded to the word.' (or something like this)--Poetry!"

The permissible poetry of Truthiness

Backtalk from Anonymous:

In Parkih's Beth Definability, Interpolation and Language Splitting, Parikh states a parallel form of Craig's lemma (p. 3) and remarks,
"To use a somewhat colorful metaphor, if a king is receiving advice from a general and an economist, it would be sufficient for the general to submit a battle plan and for the economist to submit a budget. Any advice which the general gave about budgets or the economist gave about battles could simply be ignored by the king."
The message to D. Whiligig is: stick to art, you unconscionable, fatuously incoherent boretroll.

Into my forehand

Considering the incompetence of our generals and our economists, maybe you should reconsider.

And since Dolce and Gabbana are bigger fans of William Burroughs than I ever was, maybe you stop slicing at your nose to spite your face.

Anonymous said...
D. G. [SE], the only thing you could possibly mean by that, if I'm understanding the quote right, is that you're not to be trusted about art, either. That seems pretty likely, so good point.

Diderot's favorite artist was Greuze.
The genius of Baudelaire as a critic was that Guys was not.