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The treatment is thoroughly contemporary (eg, Hintikka sets) but not too difficult, because this text emerged out of the philosophy rather than the mathematics classroom. The text is written in the mathematical tradition, consisting of many terse numbered subsections, each containing a definition, theorem, remark, or problem. The organisation of the subject, and the index, are excellent.
This is the finest treatment I know of the propositional calculus, the core of modern logic and the subject that drew me to this book.
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This book affected me greatly and I'm sure that you will feel the same. "Am Yisrael Chai."
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I will agree with some of the other reviewers that some of the explanations were a little TOO brief, but that's to be expected with such a short book. Despite this minor imperfection, I was able to walk away completely understanding the major points of Foucault's study. Not to be counted on as a single source, this book is best used as an introduction, or a companion, to the works of Foucault.
Foucault's range is amazing. Very few disciplines escaped his epistemological examination. His examination includes literary criticism, criminology, and gender studies. Arguing that definitions of abnormal behaviour are socially constructed, Foucault explored the power relations between those who meet and those who deviate from social norms. Foucault's examination of the birth the prisons includes a very graphic description of early punishment and the orgy of suffering does not escape Moshe Süsser's and is cleverly written by Lydia Alix Fillingham. This book gives a very brief introduction to Foucault's work (or the part of it that interests us), plus a very good bibliography.
According to Foucault, people do not have a 'true' identity. In essence, the self is a product of discourse. Identity, is performative our interaction with others, but this is not static. It is a dynamic, temporary and shifting. Foucualt centers his epistemology around power, knowledge and language. People do not really have power per se. Power is a force which people engage in - as in power knowledge and language. Power is not owned; it is used. Where power is, there is also an equal and opposite reaction.
I was particularly impressed by the treatment of "The Birth of the Clinic" since this is one of the few of his works that I missed and hope to read soon, it placed for me the significance of his play on power and the gaze. I get the sense that "The Birth of the Clinic" is a spin-off from "Madness and Civilization" based on his take of the dis-empowerment of the sick (not well, not normal) as well as the mad. I understand when this comic book mentions that reading "The Order of Things" is not the best starting point to understanding Foucault and I will venture to "The Archeology of Knowledge" aremd with this introduction and the other readings I have done on Foucault. A primer, I think it is a really good start. However, in reality, Foucault and French deconstruction is NOT infinitely incomprehensible. Conversely, be warned, if you think you can read this as a substitute and come to class to discuss Foucault, you might be disappointed.I highly recommend this to start and hopefully it leads you to the fascinating maze that is Foucault.
Miguel Llora
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1) To give you all of the knowledge you need to use and administer CVS, and
2) To provide you with insight on the Open Source movement and management of an Open Source project
On both accounts, Kurt does a top-notch job. His explanations for (1) were detailed, provided command-line input and output to leave no question as to what's supposed to happen, and the language was familiar and easy to read. It is thus far a head above any other book on CVS I've found. His thoughts on (2) obviously showed a strong familiarity with Open Source combined with a realistic and analytical view that I would liken to combining parts of The Cathedral and the Bazaar with an instruction manual.
I highly recommend it. I'd buy it again if I didn't already own it ;-)
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I realize he has an international reputation, but this is still second generation, second-rate Beat poetry. One can hear the bongo drums playing when reading it. I am sorry but writing "deep" lines of prose chopped up into lines on the page is NOT poetry...it is still just hackneyed prose chopped up into lines on a page. There is no music here, just an attempt to be hipper than thou.
Benarroch. But it seems to me that some of the poems, as it happen with great poems,
have changed their meaning since sept. 11. Here are the first two poems from the book:
Horses
~~~~~~
And
they will come running
galloping galloping
gray black blue horses
forgotten horses
horses from all the centuries
will come
to crush everything they see
women men and children
and donkeys and foxes and dogs and cats
Come they will Come
horses and more horses
and nobody will be able to stop them
not atomic bombs
nor gases nor chemicals nor viruses
they will be the strongest horses that ever existed
horses that recall all
the injustices made and to be made
and the man will ask
Why in my time
Why in my house
Why my family and my children
and nobody will be able to answer
the blue horses, the celestial horses
those will be the worst
destroying 200 story buildings
destroying tanks and planes
blowing them apart
and the president will calm
and the specialists will analyze
and the televisions will speak
but nothing will help
more and more horses will come
out of nowhere
horses appearing suddenly
in front of people walking on the streets
and you, in bed, you'll look at me
despaired, waiting for rescue
I will look at you and suddenly
I will become
a red horse.
We Count Our Dead
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When we go to sleep
we count our dead
When we wake up
we count our dead
When we end the century
we count our dead
When we kill
we count our dead
When we live
we count our dead
When we eat
we count our dead
When we pray
we count our dead
When we celebrate life
we count our dead
When we write a poem
we count our dead.
I wouldn't call this prophecy but maybe it's not far from it. It shows how far words can
go, and how the infractsructure of language can carry the future in it. The book goes on
with poems of decaying cities (old cities like Paris) life and immigration, a poem about
a Hamass terrorist and a terrorist attack in Tel Aviv, when the poet was a free blocks
away. But Benarroch's poetry is not pessimistic, it is cynical, maybe we can call it
cynical optimism. There is always a grain of hope, in the darkest moments, and a grain
of despair in the brightest ones.
A poet to follow, read and reread.
I think that the poem "Horses" (first printed in Galaxy mag. in 1999) , is bound to
become a classic as "Ithaca" or "Howl", any day soon. It has been traveling the world
through thousands of emails...
Horses
~~~~~~
And
they will come running
galloping galloping
gray black blue horses
forgotten horses
horses from all the centuries
will come
to crush everything they see
women men and children
and donkeys and foxes and dogs and cats
Come they will Come
horses and more horses
and nobody will be able to stop them
not atomic bombs
nor gases nor chemicals nor viruses
they will be the strongest horses that ever existed
horses that recall all
the injustices made and to be made
and the man will ask
Why in my time
Why in my house
Why my family and my children
and nobody will be able to answer
the blue horses, the celestial horses
those will be the worst
destroying 200 story buildings
destroying tanks and planes
blowing them apart
and the president will calm
and the specialists will analyze
and the televisions will speak
but nothing will help
more and more horses will come
out of nowhere
horses appearing suddenly
in front of people walking on the streets
and you, in bed, you'll look at me
despaired, waiting for rescue
I will look at you and suddenly
I will become
a red horse.
The second poem "We count our dead" seems to be also related to the WTC tragedy and the rest of the poems are as strong as poetry is these days. See also my other review of his other book "You walk on the land..."
And to the anonymous reviewer below who says this is more prose than poetry, it's what they said about most of the great poets of the last two centuries. Benarroch's poetry may not be 'poetic' but it hits hard and deep.