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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	Christmas in Paris by Dr. Lawrence Nannery Christmas in ParisI.When mother died, she got to think about her father,This man she never knew.All she knew was t
	It was the Laughter by Dr. Lawrence Nannery It was the LaughterILaughingest man! – it wasn’t an act, it was desperation.It was larger than yourself, little man.They all sai
	Translations from the Cinema - Redbeard by Dr. Lawrence Nannery

	The Revenge of Hephaistos by Dr. Lawrence Nannery
	A Legacy by Dr. Lawrence Nannery She was beautiful, crazy and sick.She was my friend.She is hidden away now,Safe under the lid of the coffinThat will be hers forever.
	The Present Home by Dr. Lawrence Nannery
	Brueghal, Censor by Dr. Lawrence Nannery
	The Sentinel by Dr. Lawrence Nannery The SentinelI\"You get these nuts from time to time,\" the Captain sometimes growls.\"Especially in these domestic things.
	Desperation by Dr. Lawrence Nannery DesperationThrown up by the earth, and violently.Long journey down again to earth, slow and slowly.It’s a long ride, and seldom fun.
	Sensations of Summer by Dr. Lawrence Nannery The wind in the shadeThe damp of the cellarsThose mornings of the summerThe air light, light as the brightness of the Sun, rising in fullness the fullness of being
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