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L E V I N A S , KA N T
A N D T H E P R O B L E M AT I C
O F T E M P O R A L I TY
A D O N I S F R A N G E S KO U
Levinas, Kant and the Problematic
of Temporality
Adonis Frangeskou
Levinas, Kant
and the Problematic
of Temporality
Adonis Frangeskou
Alexander College
Larnaca, Cyprus
I would first like to thank Douglas Burnham, William Large, and David
Webb, who have aided me considerably by their philosophical expertise
and by their understanding of the problematic of Temporality. I would
also like to express my gratitude to my mother Maria Frangeskou, and
to Ann McGoun, for their continued guidance and support. Finally, I
wish to tell Lee Michael Badger how much his faithful friendship and
his example of intellectual integrity have sustained me in this difficult
enterprise called philosophy.
vii
Contents
1 Introduction 1
Bibliography 207
Index 211
ix
Abbreviations
The list below provides the abbreviations of all primary texts cited in the
main body and endnotes of this book. The pages of the original language
versions will be referenced along with their corresponding English trans-
lations where this is possible. Those English translations that have occa-
sionally been modified and interpolated will be marked ‘mod.’ Successive
citations of the same text will exclude its abbreviation.
Texts by Heidegger
The original language texts are those numbered volumes of Heidegger’s
Gesamtausgabe [G] published in Frankfurt am Main by Vittorio
Klostermann. An exception is made for Sein und Zeit [SZ], which is
cited following the seventh edition published in Tübingen by Max
Niemeyer Verlag.
xi
xii Abbreviations
Texts by Levinas
The original language texts marked with an asterix* refer to Le Livre de
Poche versions of those texts.
Texts by Kant
Citations of Kant’s Critique of Pure Reason will be listed convention-
ally according to the pagination of both A and B editions, as pre-
sented in Immanuel Kant: Werke, Kritik der reinen Vernunft, Vols. 3 &
Abbreviations xv
knowledge [of being],’ and thus, beyond any possible ontology of the
subject.12 There are many interpreters who follow Chalier’s understand-
ing of what Levinas’s relation to Kant amounts to—i.e., their shared
admiration for the primacy of practical reason over theoretical rea-
son—and who also agree that Levinas maintains such a relation. Diane
Perpich, for instance, points out that: ‘In Kant’s insistence on the pri-
macy of pure practical reason, Levinas finds a parallel to his own philo-
sophical project, which he often sums up in the claim that ethics is “first
philosophy.”’13 This point is more fully developed by Peter Atterton,
who states that: ‘In his only essay dedicated entirely to Kant, pub-
lished in 1971 under the title “The Primacy of Pure Practical Reason,”
Levinas applauded the “great novelty” of Kant’s practical philosophy.’14
For Atterton, there can be no doubt that ‘the practical philosophy of
Kant stands closest to his [i.e., Levinas’s] own thinking in ethics,’ since
‘Levinas finds in Kant’s practical philosophy “un sens” (meaning, sense,
direction) that is irreducible to ontology.’15 Indeed: ‘By subordinat-
ing the interests of theoretical reason to those of practical reason […]
Kant’s doctrine of primacy signifies for Levinas a reversal of philosophy’s
traditional vocation to ground thought and action in knowledge and
truth. The ontological problematic […] is in this instance subordinated
to ethics as an independent and preliminary praxis.’16
John Llewelyn, however, has managed to situate Levinas’s relation to
Kant in a quite different context. For just as it cannot be doubted that
Levinas’s own ethical thinking stands closest to Kant’s practical philoso-
phy, and thus to the 2nd Critique, so too one can hardly avoid seeing
that it also stands equally close to Kant’s theoretical philosophy, and
in particular, to ‘those few pages of the Critique of Pure Reason where
he writes of imagination as schematization.’17 The main argument that
Llewelyn hazards here no doubt comes from his attempt to interpret
‘the ethicality of face-to-face saying’ as precisely ‘that moment of imag-
ination when it is surprised by its own radical exteriority,’ a uniquely
ethical moment of imagination which Llewelyn goes on to describe as
‘a moment where the synchronizable and recuperable time of memory
and the Critical imagination that synthesizes what it analyses is crossed
by the unsychronizable time of being hypoCritically addressed […] by
the other.’18 It therefore becomes necessary to argue, as Llewelyn does,
8 A. Frangeskou
Notes
1. For an excellent discussion of the philosophical priority of eth-
ics over ontology, see Jean Griesch, ‘Ethics and Ontology: some
Hypocritical Reflections’, Irish Philosophical Journal, Vol. 4, Nos. 1−2
(1987), 64−75.
2. That ethics could have, in the last analysis, a historical priority equal
to that of its philosophical priority, that is, a priority within the his-
tory of ontology, is what Jacques Derrida does not fail to consider—
I shall come to this in a moment. What he does not fail to consider
is ‘whether history itself does not begin with this relationship to the
other which Levinas places beyond history.’ Jacques Derrida, ‘Violence
and Metaphysics: An Essay on the Thought of Emmanuel Levinas’ in
Writing and Difference (London: Routledge & Keegan Paul Ltd, 1978),
116.
3. Ibid., 101.
4. Ibid., 139. Interestingly enough, it was during the course of a discus-
sion held with Salomon Malka on the subject of Levinas’s antagonism
towards Heidegger, that Paul Ricoeur also highlighted the endur-
ing necessity of destruction in Levinas’s ethical thought. ‘Did you
notice,’ he asks, ‘that the last published series of lectures is the one on
14 A. Frangeskou
death [Ricoeur has in mind here of course the lectures entitled God,
Death, and Time], where Levinas is still confronting Heidegger? He
never stopped explaining himself in terms of Heidegger.’ He contin-
ues: ‘Because he was the closest stranger. This was an ontology with-
out ethics. And the problem, for Levinas, was to exit ontology and to
make ethics the first philosophy. To do that, it was always necessary,
as I have said, to continually deconstruct the hegemonic pretences of
Heideggerian ontology.’ Paul Ricoeur in Salomon Malka, Emmanuel
Levinas: His Life and Legacy (Pittsburgh: Duquesne University Press,
2006), 198.
5. Jill Robbins alludes to the possibility of this ethical destruction when,
in her introduction to the English publication of a series of interviews
with Levinas, she states that: ‘Although nowhere do we find in Levinas
a systematic destruction in the Heideggerian style of the history of phi-
losophy from the vantage point of the forgetting of the ethical, we can
perhaps begin to envision—especially with regard to […] Kant—what
a “Levinasian” critical retrieval would look like’ [IRB 9].
6. Richard A. Cohen, Levinasian Meditations: Ethics, Philosophy, and
Religion (Pittsburgh: Duquesne University Press, 2010), 29.
7. Paul Davies, ‘Sincerity and the end of theodicy: three remarks on
Levinas and Kant’ in Simon Critchley & Robert Bernasconi (eds.), The
Cambridge Companion to Levinas (Cambridge: Cambridge University
Press, 2002), 162.
8. Ibid.
9. Ibid., 168 & 165 respectively.
10. Catherine Chalier, What Ought I to Do? Morality in Kant and Levinas,
(Ithaca, NY: Cornell University Press, 2002), 4–5.
11. Ibid., 5.
12. Ibid., The quotations in Chalier’s text are taken from DMT 75/64.
13. Diane Perpich, ‘Freedom Called into Question: Levinas’s Defence of
Heteronomy’ in Melvyn New with Robert Bernasconi & Richard A.
Cohen (eds.), In Proximity: Emmanuel Levinas and the 18th Century,
(Lubbock: Texas Tech University Press, 2001), 303.
14. Peter Atterton, ‘From Transcendental Freedom to the Other: Levinas
and Kant’ in In Proximity: Emmanuel Levinas and the 18th Century,
327. The essay referred to here is PPR. The quoted phrase is taken from
p. 451.
15. Ibid., 328 & 347 respectively.
1 Introduction
15
and from out of which it is ‘in part quite genuinely drawn’ [21/43]. The
doctrine of the schematism is not to be taken traditionally as something
self-evident, but rather, is that which Kant himself is unable to render
problematic and which therefore requires a certain task of ‘destruction’
[23/44]5; namely, the task of retrieving the original possibilities of the
Kantian ground-laying, those “primordial sources” which elude Kant,
but at the same time, enable him to return to the tradition of ontol-
ogy in a positive manner and make it productive for working out the
problematic of Temporality.6 Like Kant, who in a characteristic destruc-
tion of his own, led the categories—which are perhaps in themselves
employed only timelessly—back to the phenomenon of their tran-
scendental determination of time, one must lead the schematism itself
and as a whole back toward its sources in the structure and function
of Dasein’s ‘temporality [Zeitlichkeit ]’ [17/38]. Indeed, ‘those very phe-
nomena which will be exhibited under the heading of ‘Temporality’ in
our analysis, are precisely those most covert judgements of the ‘common
reason’ for which Kant says it is the ‘business of philosophers’ to provide
an analytic’ [23/45]. The destruction of the doctrine of the schema-
tism already implies the identification of that obscure doctrine with the
failure to exhibit the phenomena of Temporality, and in return: ‘Only
when we have established the problematic of Temporality [Problematik
der Temporalität ], can we succeed in casting light on the obscurity of his
[i.e., Kant’s] doctrine of the schematism. But this will also show us why
this area is one which had to remain closed off to him in its real dimen-
sions and its central ontological function’ [23/45mod].
That the problematic of Temporality should have remained closed
off to Kant is due to the fact that the phenomenon of a transcenden-
tal determination of time is governed principally by his own deductive
use of the categories, those concepts of traditional ontology which for
Heidegger are primarily responsible for the concealment of the dimen-
sions of temporality. The retrieval of the problematic of Temporality
therefore requires the task of destruction to reveal the extent to which
‘the chapter on the schematism and the Kantian doctrine of time’ oper-
ates with the concepts that the ontological tradition had laid out for
it, so as to then be able to reveal the newly established temporality of
Dasein that this chapter invariably conceals from us by its employment
2 The Ontological Destruction of the Schematism
23
was initially worked out in the doctrine of the schematism, that is, to
the absolutely decisive role the problematic of Temporality plays with
respect to the phenomenon of a transcendental determination of time.
The initial projection and the final completion of the ground-laying of
metaphysics come into an immediate historical connection: Kant’s met-
aphysical—and indeed, ontological—enterprise is identified as such by
leading everything that the schematism claims to be worked out as a
phenomenon of transcendental time-determination back to the funda-
mental ontology of Dasein’s temporality. This conclusion gives rise to
two arguments, which Heidegger delivers in 1929.
First, Heidegger argues that the constitutive ‘problem of the essence
of a priori synthetic judgements’ formulated in the Critique of Pure
Reason orients Kant’s metaphysical enterprise in no other direction
than toward ‘the question concerning the possibility of ontological
knowledge,’ and thus in no way contradicts the Copernican injunction
to establish the genuine limits of pure reason [14/9]. In fact, Part 1 of
Heidegger’s interpretation does not hesitate to recognise that the 1st
Critique, insofar as it admits of being a theory of knowledge ‘adjusts
itself to the ontological,’ that is, to the determination of ‘the essence
of “transcendental truth, which precedes all empirical truth and makes
it possible”’ [17/11].8 This revolutionary moment is carried out and
acknowledged as such when one realises that for Kant ‘the unveiling
of […] ontological knowledge’ turns on ‘an elucidation’ of the a priori
synthesis which, as common to all synthetic a priori judgements, first
makes this unveiling possible [14/9]. In short, Kant’s laying of the
ground for metaphysics consists in a ‘bringing-forth of the determi-
nation of the Being of the being [as] a preliminary self-relating to the
being. This pure “relation-to…” (synthesis) forms first and foremost the
that-upon-which [das Worauf ] and the horizon within which the being
in itself becomes experienceable […]. It is now a question of elucidat-
ing the possibility of this a priori synthesis’ [15/10mod]. This a priori
sense of the Copernican revolution augments the ontological direc-
tion of the 1st Critique all the more insofar as Kant himself explicitly
includes it: ‘Kant calls an investigation concerning the essence of this
synthesis a transcendental investigation. “I entitle all knowledge tran-
scendental that is occupied in general not so much with objects as with
2 The Ontological Destruction of the Schematism
25
After three days and nights in the train it was pleasant to make a
halt at Tashkent, the capital of Russian Turkestan, though the
sudden change of climate was somewhat exhausting. It was towards
the end of March, and the whole town, famous for its fruit trees, was
embowered in pink and white blossom, and the avenues of
magnificent poplars, willows and beautiful Turkestan elms were
shaking out their fresh green leaves.
The Russians, under General Kaufmann, took Tashkent about fifty
years ago, and have laid out the new town with broad roads planted
with fine trees that are watered by irrigation. There are churches,
public parks, tram-lines and imposing-looking shops, the
considerable Russian population appearing to mix freely with the
Sarts, as the inhabitants are termed by the dominant race. In India a
white woman of whatever class has a position with the natives, but
here the ordinary Russian woman is seemingly on an equality with
them, and not infrequently marries them. In the best confectioner’s
shop, served by Russian girls, natives came in and bought and ate
cakes and sweets on the premises, side by side with smart officers
or elegant ladies evidently belonging to the upper circles of Tashkent
society.
Even in this remote part of the Russian Empire the War was brought
home to the inhabitants by the presence of fifteen thousand
prisoners, Germans and Austrians. The latter, who were mostly
Slavs, had the privilege of shopping in the town, and we heard that
they were on excellent terms with their captors, whereas the
Germans were permitted no such relaxation of their captivity.
A long narrow street led from the Russian city straight into the native
town with its mud-built houses, its little stalls of food and clothing, its
mosques and shrines, and above all its gaily clad populace. But for
the people I could have imagined myself to be in a Persian city; but
here, instead of men in dingily coloured frock-coats and tall
astrakhan hats, and women shrouded in black from head to foot, the
inhabitants of both sexes revelled in colour. All wore smart velvet or
embroidered caps, round which the greybeards swathed snowy
turbans. The men had striped coats of many colours, the brighter the
better, the little girls rivalling them with bold contrasts, such as a
short, gold-laced magenta velvet jacket worn above a flowered,
scarlet cotton skirt, or a coat of emerald green with a vivid blue
under-garment. For the most part they were pretty, rosy-cheeked,
velvet-eyed maidens, with their hair hanging down their backs in a
dozen plaits, and I felt sorry to think that all their charm would shortly
have to disappear behind the long cloak, beautifully embroidered
though it might be, and the hideous black horsehair veil affected by
their mothers.
One fascinating little figure adorned with big earrings and bracelets
came dancing down an alley into the street, holding out the ends of a
scarlet veil which she had thrown over her head, her cotton dress
and trousers being in two shades of rose. She pirouetted up to a tall
man in a rainbow-coloured silk coat who was carrying a tin can, and
had paused at the steps of the mosque to let the children gather
round him. To my surprise he began to dole out ice-cream in little
glasses, and boys and girls had delicious “licks” in exchange for
small coins. I remembered how envious I had felt in early youth
when I saw English street urchins partaking of what seemed to me to
be food fit for the gods, although my nurse allowed me no chance of
sampling it, and in a moment the East and the West seemed to
come very near, the ice-cream man acting as the bridge across the
gulf.
After leaving Tashkent we travelled through a rich alluvial country
watered by the Sir Daria, the classical Jaxartes, and halted on our
way to Andijan at the ancient city of Khokand. As at Tashkent, the
Russian and native towns are separate, and we hired a moon-faced,
beardless Sart, attired in a long red and blue striped coat and with an
embroidered skull-cap perched on his shaven head, to drive us
round.
He raced his wiry little ponies at a great pace along a wide tree-
planted avenue ending in a church of preternatural ugliness set in a
public garden. Near by were Russian houses and shops, while small
victorias containing grey-uniformed officers or turbaned Sarts
dashed past, and native carts laden with bales of cotton creaked
slowly by. Many of these carts had big tilts, the wooden framework
inside being gaudily painted, and the horses themselves were
decked with handsome brass trappings.
The old town, with its high mud walls, flat-roofed squalid dwellings, a
bazar closely resembling those to be found in any Asiatic city, and
comparatively modern mosques, had little of interest, though a well-
known traveller speaks of its thirty-five theological colleges: its roads,
as usual, were bad and narrow, and must be rivers of mud in wet
weather.
Many women were unveiled, others wore the ghoul-like horsehair
face coverings, and some of their embroidered coats were so
charming in design and colouring that I longed to do a “deal” with the
wearers. Many of the people were squatting, eating melons which
they store during the winter, or drinking tea, a Russian woman being
evidently a member of one family group. We had one or two narrow
shaves of colliding with other carriages, as our coachman threaded
his way far too fast for safety and exchanged abusive epithets with
his brother Jehus, among whom were Russians in black, sleeveless,
cassock-like garments worn over scarlet cotton blouses. The
harness of the little horses was adorned with many tufts of coloured
wools, giving a pretty effect as these tassels nearly swept the ground
or waved in the air. The life on the roads, the spring sunshine, the
fresh green leaves, the white and pink of the blossom, and the orgy
of colour furnished by the inhabitants, made the drive an
unforgettable experience.
A few hours later we reached Andijan, where the railway ended, and
here we had our last clean resting-place until we arrived at Kashgar.
I noticed that the native women wore long grey burnouses with black
borders ending in two tails that were always trailing in the dust, and
all hid their faces in the mask-like horsehair veils. It was the day
before Palm Sunday, and as we strolled in the evening up the
cobbled street of the town a large congregation was issuing from the
church, every one carrying a small branch and a little candle, which
each had lit in the sanctuary. In the darkness the scores of tiny lights
looked like fire-flies, and I observed how carefully the sacred flame
was sheltered from any draught, as it is considered most important
to convey it home unextinguished. Our hotel was fairly good, but I
was not pleased on retiring to find that my door did not lock, and that
my window, opening on to a public balcony, had no fastening. To
supplement these casual arrangements I made various “booby-
traps” by which I should be awakened if any robber entered my
room, but luckily slept undisturbed.
It may give some idea of the vast extent of the plains of Russia
which we had crossed by train, when I mention that there was not a
single tunnel on the hundreds of miles of rail between Petrograd and
Andijan.
It was the end of March when we set out to drive the thirty miles from
Andijan to Osh. We packed ourselves, our suit-cases and the lunch-
basket into a little victoria, while Achmet, the Russian Tartar cook we
had engaged at Tashkent, accompanied our heavy baggage in the
diligence. The sky was overcast with heavy clouds, so there was no
glare from the sun, and the rain of the previous night had laid the
dust on the broad road full of ruts and holes. Ploughing was in full
swing, barley some inches high in the fields, fruit blossom
everywhere, and the poplars and willows planted along the countless
irrigation channels made a delicate veil of pale green. Beyond the
cultivation lay bare rolling hills, behind which rose the lofty mountain
ranges which we must cross before we could reach our destination.
The whole country seemed thickly populated, and we passed
through village after village teeming with life, the source of which is
the river, which ran at this time of year in a surprisingly narrow
stream in its broad pebbled bed, and was so shallow that men on
foot or on donkey-back were perpetually crossing it. Tortoises were
emerging from their winter seclusion, the croak of the frog filled the
land, hoopoes and the pretty doves which are semi-sacred and
never molested flew about, and the ringing cry of quail and partridge
sounded from cages in which the birds were kept as pets.
The men, if not busied with agriculture, were usually fast asleep or
drinking tea on the mud platforms in front of their dwellings, and the
gaily clad women slipped furtively from house to house, or, if riding,
sat on a pillion behind the men. In fine contrast to her veiled sisters
was a handsome Kirghiz lady following her husband on horseback
through the Osh bazar, and making a striking figure in a long green
coat, her head and chin wrapped in folds of white that left her
massive earrings exposed to view. She rode astride every whit as
well as the man did, exchanged remarks freely with him, and was
moreover holding her child before her on the saddle. Other women
were carrying cradles which must have made riding difficult, and
often a child stood behind, clinging to its mother’s shoulders. On
entering the native town of Osh, mentioned in Baber’s Memoirs as
being unsurpassed for healthiness and beauty of situation, we
passed a mosque with such a badly constructed mud dome that it
looked like a turnip, and made our way along a broad tree-planted
Russian road to the nomera. This was a house with “furnished
apartments to let,” and the small rooms, by no means overclean,
were supplied with beds, tables and chairs. We set to work to
unpack our camp things, and sent Achmet out to buy bread, butter,
meat, eggs, etc., for our two hundred and sixty mile ride to Kashgar.
Our host made no pretensions to supply food, but exactly opposite
our lodgings was the officers’ mess; with true Russian hospitality its
members invited us to take our meals there, and next day at lunch
we met a dozen officers, with their jovial, long-haired chaplain in
black cassock with a broad silver chain and crucifix round his neck.
Luckily for me there were a couple of officers who spoke German,
though the others threatened them with heavy fines for daring to
converse in the language of the Huns. In spite of the Tsar’s edict,
vodka and wine flowed freely (the doctor had evidently given medical
certificates liberally to the mess) and numerous toasts were drunk,
every one clinking his glass with my brother’s and mine as the health
of King George, the Tsar, our journey, and so on were given. All were
most kind, though I could have wished Russian entertainments were
not so long—that luncheon lasted over three hours—and we left in a
chorus of good wishes for our ride to Kashgar.
We were roused early next morning by the arrival of our caravan of
small ponies, and with much quarrelling on the part of their drivers
the loads were at last adjusted. We had our saddles put on a couple
of ill-fed animals and started off beside the rushing river on our first
stage of twenty miles. The ponies were very inferior to the fine mules
with which we had travelled in Persia, and our particular steeds
would certainly have broken down long before we reached Kashgar
if we had not dismounted and walked at frequent intervals
throughout the whole journey.
At first the road was excellent as we left pretty little Osh nestling
under Baber’s “mountain of a beautiful figure,” and made our way up
a highly cultivated valley towards the distant snowy peaks. We were
escorted by a fine-looking Ming Bashi or “Commander of a
Thousand,” who had a broad velvet belt set with bosses and clasps
of handsome Bokhara silver-work. He wore the characteristic Kirghiz
headgear, a conical white felt with a turned-up black brim, and four
black stripes, from the back to the front and from side to side of the
brim, meeting at the top and finishing off with a black tassel. We
were to see this headgear constantly during the next eight months,
as it is worn throughout Chinese Turkestan and the Pamirs. Owing to
the presence of these Ming Bashis we met with extreme
consideration, village Begs and their servants escorting us at every
stage and securing the right of way for us with caravans. This was a
privilege that for my part I keenly appreciated, as the track, when it
skirted the flanks of the mountains, was hardly ever wide enough for
one animal to pass another, and I had no wish to be pushed out of
my saddle over the precipice by the great bales of cotton that formed
the load of most of the ponies we met. These officials usually
secured some garden or field, a place of trees and running water,
where we could lunch and rest at mid-day, and often they brought a
silken cushion which they offered to my brother. They were surprised
when he handed it on to me, for in Mohamedan countries the woman
is considered last—if at all.
In the Osh district horses, camels, donkeys, cows, goats and sheep
were in abundance, the sheep having the dumba or big bunch of fat
as a tail, which nourishes the animal when grass runs short during
the winter months. They had long hair like goats and rabbit-like ears,
were coloured black, white, brown, grey or buff, and looked far larger
in proportion than the undersized cattle and ponies. On the road we
saw many of the characteristic carts that had immensely high wheels
with prominent hubs. The driver sat on a saddle on the horse’s back,
supporting his feet on the shafts, thereby depriving the animal of half
its strength for pulling the load and proving that this nation of born
riders has not grasped the elementary principles of driving. These
carts had no sides, but carried their loads in a curious receptacle of
trellis-work, as shown in the illustration.