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Giles Deleuze and his "Art of Philosophy"


What resists the death except life and art, remarked by Giles Deleuze. His thematic expression is unmatched and unparalleled in the craft of art in philosophy. Michel Foucault once remarked that the last century would be known as Deleuzean. There are various themes and colours in the enunciatory leadership of French philosopher, Giles Deleuze. But what has impressed me the most is his philosophy to understand philosophy, art, and cinema. He loves to see philosophy as a creative art to construct and decimate concept.  Term such as "Philosopher" has etymologically evolved from Greek, which is translated as the "friend of wisdom". Friend has a huge significance in the exploration of new ideas. That was the reason why dialogues were preferred as a medium of creativity and construction of concept. For democracy is the conducive factor to lead towards unceasing inquiry. Deleuze explains the necessity and urgency behind the development of philosophy as the necessity to raise the problem or question and to solve it through construction or decimation of concept. A true philosopher does not merely reflect on the questions or the given solutions rather he or she likes to create the concept to solve the existing concrete problem. For literature, cinema, or painting, "percept" has a very significant role in the creative urge and pursuit. Percept, in his word, is an "assemblage of perception and sensation" which is separated from the living experience of the human beings. For a musician, "affect" is quite significant, because it overwhelms the experience and goes beyond the known experience. The idea of concept, percept, or affect does not lie in a separate compartment, rather all these categories are sometimes dependent to each-other. There cannot be a philosophical concept without having the affect to overwhelm. Similarly, there cannot be a piece of musical note without having any significance or idea for the solution of any immediate or distant problem. In that sense, no literature is possible without having musical significance for the enunciation. 


From the last century onwards, scientists are declaring a post-philosophical age, or an information age without having any use of philosophy. Giles Deleuze was amused by such proclamations. As long as problems for the human civilization remain, the possibility to create concept for the solution of the questions won't simply vanish. There is a separate distinct history of the questions. The fundamental questions have remained more or less alive since Greek to post modernism. Though, style to raise them changes in every age. One can't be a philosopher simply by filling the gap in the literature or rewriting something which has not been properly written. One has to invent new ideas to solve the existing problem on the concrete level. Every philosophy in abstraction, just like a tool of specialist, cannot function. There cannot be the monopoly of wisdom in the hands of a few elitist philosophers. Life is lived by all. So grasping what is happening here and now cannot be imprisoned within the domain of technicality and abstraction. The beauty of philosophy is, like a painting, portrays the colours of wisdom, in a specific context, on a concrete level. He explains the urge of concept within a Platonist idea. Why did he choose to develop the concept of idea? What challenges he faced and against whom? In which society, the scope of philosophy is greater in comparison to others? In the age of Greek, Plato had rivalry against the sophists. Society was changing, from the autocratic rule to democracy. He was fond of resisting the change so he went onto develop the concept of pure-never to change ideas. Same thing happened with Leibniz, Spinoza, Kant, Nietzsche, Darwin, or Freud. Philosophy is an art of choosing appropriate colour. One has to invent the questions or challenged by a few sets of questions, and the crucial aspect is to remain with it until answers are discovered, invented, or constructed. Continental imagination always fascinates me more than British empiricism. Giles Deleuze was one of the great thinkers, a philosopher of difference and immanence, who loved to be an artist, a true creative genius!



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