On 25/2/2014, at NY public library, Adam Phillips & Paul Holdengräber discussed 'Missing Out: In Praise of the Unlieved Life' and many other thinngs. More info: www.nypl.org/a...
good god Paul, with the interruptions ...the whole point of an Adam PHillips conversation or interivew is let him unfurl,. also, when interviewers try and be as smart as Phillips or prove themselves it's always a disaster. as we see here.
Pls turn the comments on Gabor Mate on Jordan Peterson, are you afraid of ppl hatin? Gabor Mate is right and ppm should be able to express that they feel tje same. One Love! Always forward, never ever backward!! ☀️☀️☀️ 💚💛❤️ 🙏🏿🙏🙏🏼
Peterson, among other things, is derived by rage and anger. As a populist, he is harnessing anger/rage of a lot of people and orienting it (search Angrynomics). His angry acolytes are less likely to reason in an unbiased logical manner. As a result no point in turning on the comments. Thanks tho
The poem part was removed from the video by NY library because of its content. Adam Phillips used this poem in Missing Out in a chapter named 'Getting out of it'. Here's the poem: This Be The Verse BY PHILIP LARKIN They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with the faults they had And add some extra, just for you. But they were fucked up in their turn By fools in old-style hats and coats, Who half the time were soppy-stern And half at one another’s throats. Man hands on misery to man. It deepens like a coastal shelf. Get out as early as you can, And don’t have any kids yourself.
@@hairyfrank My bad. However, in Missing Out, almost a whole chapter is about the mentioned Larkin's poem. Based on the book and the context of the conversation, I thought they must be talking about Larkin. I also couldn't find any reference to Merwin in the book.
This is the poem they're discussing: Native Trees BY W. S. MERWIN Neither my father nor my mother knew the names of the trees where I was born what is that I asked and my father and mother did not hear they did not look where I pointed surfaces of furniture held the attention of their fingers and across the room they could watch walls they had forgotten where there were no questions no voices and no shade Were there trees where they were children where I had not been I asked were there trees in those places where my father and my mother were born and in that time did my father and my mother see them and when they said yes it meant they did not remember What were they I asked what were they but both my father and my mother said they never knew
