Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

  • Green Velvet

    Green Velvet

    I’m reading Rebecca West’s “Black Lamb and Grey Falcon.”  She’s considered the leading female intellectual of the first half of the twentieth century writing in the English language.  This was considered her magnum opus.  It’s supposedly a travel log, but it’s really West on the Balkans through the ages.  She loved us. The book’s 1200…

  • Lords and Peasants, All

    Lords and Peasants, All

    Stanislav Vinaver, Serb poet, is our tour guide of 1935 Belgrade. Brilliant, witty, incessantly chatty, a renowned seducer. We shall be entertained.

  • Why Do Croatians Hate Serbs?

    Tensions/hatreds are much more recent than you might have thought, only about ~120 years, but much more intensely after WWI and WWII.

  • Ustasha Survivor, Ljubica Vucic

    “There were six of us in my [immediate] family: my father Milan, 42 [at the time], my mother Danica ([age] 32), brothers Mladjen (9), Stojic (7) and Miroslav (5), and me. I was 13 [thirteen] years old. Before the war, my father Milan worked as a road worker. With the formation of the Independent State…

  • Ustasha Survivor, Dragan Stijakovich

    The mass murder of the innocent civilians was perpetrated by an Ustasha military unit [so-called bojna] from Zagreb [capital of Croatia] with help of the local Ustashas, all of which were lead by [Catholic] Friar Tomislav Filipovich Satan. [Filipovic was nicknamed by victims “Father Satan.” At Jasenovac, he used the alias Miroslav Majstorovich.] They were…

  • Transcendence

    Transcendence

    It’s been fifty, maybe sixty years since a number of American white ladies began being absorbed into the African American population, and despite whatever contributions we’ve made that may be of some relative value (or did you vote for McCain?) we have no voice whatsoever, no standing whatsoever, it’s as if we aren’t even here. …

  • An African Esthetic — a Meta Beauty

    An African Esthetic — a Meta Beauty

    My response to that shift in esthetics wasn’t about appearances at all. It was an overwhelming sense that I was witnessing something I’d been waiting hundreds of years to see. I was seeing a Phoenix rising out of ashes, the taste of which ashes had been in my mouth my whole life and beyond. This…

  • What it is

    I’m sure I couldn’t recall all the times I’ve been confronted, either directly, or indirectly with disdain over what was imagined to be what was there for me in a mixed relationship. What I wanted. What I saw in ‘them.’ Everybody knows already what a white female like that wants. There isn’t any point saying…

  • A White Woman’s Attraction to Black Men

    A White Woman’s Attraction to Black Men

    Wow, that feels really ridiculous. Saying that. Why would I want to tell this world what I really think or feel when it already knows EVERYTHING on that subject? There’s no curiosity. Except maybe a prurient interest. Yeah I’m pissed. I’ve had a lifetime to think about what was really going on with me and…

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