Professor für Internationale Politische Theorie und Philosophie


Ich bin politischer- und Umweltphilosoph und setze mich mit normativen Fragestellungen auseinander.

Ich habe unter anderem zum Marxismus, zu Rawls, Globaler Gerechtigkeit, der Lehre vom gerechten Krieg und zu Aussöhnungsprozessen publiziert. Aktuell forsche ich hauptsächlich (aber nicht ausschließlich) zu drei großen Themengebieten: Klimawandel und Gerechtigkeit, die normative Bedeutung des Antropozäns, und Hoffnung. Bachelorarbeiten kann ich auf Deutsch oder Englisch betreuen, Master- und Doktorarbeiten nur auf Englisch.


Goethe-Universität Frankfurt
Fachbereich Gesellschaftswissenschaften
Institut für Politikwissenschaft

Haus "Normative Ordnungen"
Max-Horkheimer-Straße 2, Raum 3.11
Karte des Campus Westend


Fragen zur Lehre:


DI 11-12 Uhr



Ellen Nieß

Tel: 069 / 798 - 31521
Fax: 069 / 798 - 31462 

Haus "Normative Ordnungen", Raum 3.12


Öffnungszeiten des Sekretariats für Studierende:

MO - DO               10 - 12 h

Das Büro ist bis zum 8.1.2010 nicht geöffnet! Sie können mich am 7. und 8. Januar per Mail erreichen; ab 9. Januar stehe ich Ihnen dann wieder vor Ort zur Verfügung.



Professional Bio

How I Got Here

The Examined Illness: A Philosophical Confession in Micro Essays (Unpublished)

“This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul; and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body.”  —  Walt Whitman, Preface, Leaves of Grass, 1855

“Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin'
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner's face is always well-hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin'
But I'll know my song well before I start singin'
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall”

--Bob Dylan, A Hard Rain’s a-Gonna Fall, 1962.