Wednesday, 15 February 2012
For years I've been following Tom Cheetham's blog on the philosopher, orientalist, and theologian Henry Corbin. I have finally decided to unfollow, not because Tom's blog isn't splendid, scholarly, and beautifully written (it is all those things), but just because I realised today that I have never once been able to fathom, even in the slightest degree, what the bloody hell Corbin is supposed to be on about. To me, his writings always seem like some wierd-ass Gnostic angelology commented on by Ibn 'Arabi but then rewritten by Jacques Lacan. And yet he has all these links with Jung and Hillman and Eckhart and lots of other things I not only really like but which I also know something about. It drives me absolutely crazy.