Extending Reality

Terrific artistic time with Rosie Reed Gold at Tate Modern! Olafur Eliasson’s exhibition has been the most beautiful, captivating, metaphysical exhibit I have ever seen in my life. It is just unique!

My immense gratitude to Rosie for this splendid experience and her unparalleled artistic guidance! A lot of inspiration for new explorations of precarious ontologies with Rosie and the Extensions Project Group ( – more soon!


OxNet North East: Questions and Answers

Ordered Universe

The OxNet-Ordered Universe 2019 seminar programme is in full swing with the 2019 cohort of school students aged 16-17 (Lower Sixth Form, Year 12) from the North-East. Students from Southmoor Academy, St Anthony’s, St Robert of Newminster, and Park View Academy,

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Remembering Boethius

23 October – St Severinus Boethius


Today is a special day. I spent four years in Pavia as graduate student and postdoctoral researcher, and Boethius’s mortal remains in San Pietro in Ciel d’Oro became a constant, intimate presence during that time. There would be plenty of reason for which Boethius should be duly celebrated in this day. He is the ‘noble’ father of medieval philosophy, and his writings and translations shaped the philosophical debate for centuries. As a man of letters, his Consolatio has been the basis on which myriads of pupils will study, through the Middle Ages and up to the present time. As a learned intellectual, he felt the urgency to contribute to the Christian theological debate, and he did so by writing memorable pages that marked a milestone for the subsequent history of theology and philosophy.  And finally, as a statesman, his intellectual honesty costed his own life.

Let’s just recall the famous metrum 9 of De consolatione philosophiae, III, possibly one of the most significant texts of the whole history of medieval philosophy and literature, with a pervasive history of the effects:

O qui perpetua mundum ratione gubernas,

Terrarum caelique sator, qui tempus ab aeuo

Ire iubes stabilisque manens das cuncta moueri,

Quem non externae pepulerunt fingere causae

Materiae fluitantis opus uerum insita summi

Forma boni liuore carens, tu cuncta superno

Ducis ab exemplo, pulchrum pulcherrimus ipse

Mundum mente gerens similique in imagine formans

Perfectasque iubens perfectum absoluere partes.

Tu numeris elementa ligas, ut frigora flammis,

Arida conueniant liquidis, ne purior ignis

Euolet aut mersas deducant pondera terras.

Tu triplicis mediam naturae cuncta mouentem

Conectens animam per consona membra resoluis;

Quae cum secta duos motum glomerauit in orbes,

In semet reditura meat mentemque profundam

Circuit et simili conuertit imagine caelum.

Tu causis animas paribus uitasque minores

Prouehis et leuibus sublimes curribus aptans

In caelum terramque seris, quas lege benigna

Ad te conuersas reduci facis igne reuerti.

Da, pater, augustam menti conscendere sedem,

Da fontem lustrare boni, da luce reperta

In te conspicuos animi defigere uisus.

Dissice terrenae nebulas et pondera molis

Atque tuo splendore mica; tu namque serenum,

Tu requies tranquilla piis, te cernere finis,

Principium, uector, dux, semita, terminus idem.

I like to think that after all the disgraces that Boethius suffered in his life, he finally had the occasion to see the Maker of the world, as Dante imagines in his Divina Commedia:

Per vedere ogni ben dentro vi gode

l’anima santa che ‘l mondo fallace

fa manifesto a chi di lei ben ode.

Lo corpo ond’ella fu cacciata giace

giuso in Cieldauro; ed essa da martiro

e da essilio venne a questa pace.

Is Thomas Aquinas talking to Dante and showing him how Boethius and the souls of many other philosophers (Isidore of Seville, Richard of St Victor, Peter Lombard, Bede) are enjoying God’s vision in the first crown of the wise spirits. And it’s worth noting that the last soul mentioned by Aquinas is the very Siger of Brabant, with whom Aquinas had a tough controversy:

Questi onde a me ritorna il tuo riguardo,

è ‘l lume d’uno spirto che ‘n pensieri

gravi a morir li parve venir tardo:

essa è la luce etterna di Sigieri,

che, leggendo nel Vico de li Strami,

silogizzò invidiosi veri.