Dr. Lawrence Nannery

What to say without saying too much? I was born in 1942, and have degrees in philosophy and political science from Columbia University and the New School for Social Research, and there is very little that I am not interested in. I have studied all of the social sciences, only to find out that they were not "scientific" in the strong sense. But I did come away with a lack of piety about those disciplines. For example, I do not believe in economists, but I do relish economic history.
At 32 I went to the New School to study philosophy and found a home. I became, in turn, an expert on Hannah Arendt, on Aristotle, Plato, and later wrote a long book on Kafka, the smartest guy on the planet. I founded a philosophy journal that has survived to this day.
I have taught over time at a dozen colleges, in New York and London, but got attached to none, and worked often as a social worker or in some other region of social services.
It's all the manic depression thing, either an undirected layabout or a man visiting many research institutions seeking out the least known detail of something I cannot live without getting to the bottom of.
Up until some months ago I was working on another long project, in the philosophy of history, which I have taught several times, but it burgeoned so greatly I had an outline of several hundred pages and left the project out of boredom. But I have just taken it up again. If I get busy as a dung beetle, I could write on what I have already learned about this subject primarily, though I assert with full confidence that everything interests me, and even I cannot predict exactly where I will wind up on a given topic.


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	Ambush Charm by Dr. Lawrence Nannery This street scene, its peacefulness suddenly pressing on your eyes —This fond summer air that caresses your skin, heavy, seeming rose on every side —This black night bestriding, granting
	The Big Five - O by Dr. Lawrence Nannery Well, you have achieved it, the return.Thirty years ago, exactly, they ran you out of here.The Prague Spring was over, and you had to run for your life.You were twenty then, a
	That Waitress by Dr. Lawrence Nannery

	Melancholy by Dr. Lawrence Nannery
	Perfection Forever by Dr. Lawrence Nannery That gaze.As he had rounded the corner, she caught his eye.She was seated at an outdoor café, and her eyes sliced into him,Telling of secret sorrows, and of utmost sympat
	"Mama" by Dr. Lawrence Nannery The collective eyebrow raises when the chanteuse goes Neapolitan.The crowd, so casual, so chic, titters, then subsides.In a trice, in this clean well-lighted place, the clinkings cease.The voice
	Desire - A Reply to Dante by Dr. Lawrence Nannery
	A Famous Man of Letters by Dr. Lawrence Nannery Righteousness his redoubt,This curmudgeon played the dialecticsOf all things, all thoughts, all feelings through all agesTo the delight of his cogno
	Never Get There by Dr. Lawrence Nannery Dark cylinder. Wavering torchlight.Heavy footfalls.You\'re in motion.Unresponsive concave walls. Long tunnel.There\'s shoutingAnd howling laughterAnd snarling soundingsUp ahead and
	Picking over the Bones by Dr. Lawrence Nannery Akropolis Dilapidation is the earth\'s sucking love.That\'s what you le
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