Showing posts with label quiddity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label quiddity. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

What is Quiddity or What Quiddity Is.

The Intellectual Pineapple has an interesting vocabulary, observed Pliny the Elder. What do you think he means by the word 'quiddity'?

You should know, I said. Doesn't it come from the Latin 'quidditas', meaning essence?

I don't think so, said Pliny. I don't remember a word like that. It must be one of those new-fangled pseudo-philosophical medieval scholastic coinages.

That makes sense, I agreed. I wondered why it wasn't in the Latin dictionary. But 'quid' means 'what', right?

Right, said Pliny.

So 'quiddity' means 'whatness', obviously.

But what is the whatness of anything? asked Pliny.

It's the quality or qualities without which it wouldn't be itself, I said.

I don't hold with that sort of thing, said Pliny.

You never did think much of the Greeks did you, Pliny. Listen, take a simple example like a table. What are the things which constitute its essence, would you say?

A flat top, said Pliny, and four legs.

I agree about the flat top, I said, but it might have more or less legs.

Alright said Pliny. A flat top, and any number of legs between three and infinity.

Two and infinity.

A table with only two legs would fall over, said Pliny. It wouldn't constitute a proper table.

You are wrong, Pliny. I said. I have seen a table with only two legs. Not only that but the legs were both at the same end. At the other end there was a cross-piece with two semicircles cut out of it and these were placed over your legs when you sat in your chair.

Galloping Jupiter! said Pliny. There is no quiddity in such a table. No whatness that makes it a table. If I were to coin a word for such a singular table it would be 'haecceity', or 'thisness'.

Too late Pliny, That pseudo-philosophical medieval scholar Duns Scotus has beaten you to it.

Pliny's eyebrows shot up like two semicircles in the cross-piece of a haecceitous table.

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Rainer Maria Rilke

What would the Intellectual Pineapple make of Rainer Maria Rilke, I wonder?

Unfortunately, it will be hard to find out, as there is only a quarter of him left, but we can try.

Pineapple, what do you think of Rilke?

..t ...ch! Brr...

This isn't working. However I may be able to channel him.....

Yes.....he's coming through....

Hello.....I am the Intellectual Pineapple......do you have a question for me?

Yes. What do you think of Rainer Maria Rilke?

That depends. Is she a woman with a man's name or a man with a woman's name?

He is a man with a man's name. He altered his first name from Rene to Rainer on the advice of his psychoanalyst girlfriend, because Rene sounded too feminine.

What? I may be just a pineapple, but, shouldn't she have advised him to go the whole hog?

You mean get rid of Maria as well?

Of course I mean get rid of Maria as well. Didn't it occur to either of them that Maria was more feminine than Rene?

I don't know. Maybe it wasn't allowed. Perhaps it was disrespectful. Anyway, Pineapple, you are avoiding the question : What do you think of Rilke?

I admire him, he must have been very modern in his day. He tries to get to the very essence of things, their inner quiddity, so to speak. I was impressed by his description of the exposed wall. I should be interested to read some of his poems.

What a shame there is only one quarter of you left.

Yes, that is a shame. How am I, by the way?

Delicious. One of the best.

Thank you. Well I shall go now. Just one thing...

What?

What was the girlfriend's name?

Lou.