Sartre's gestalt

[Stinkyfinger]

Why point your diatribe, when, instead, there stands naked, for your delight, the grimaces of soft flesh, gooey with mock toughness and resolve. You see, I’ve heard it all before, and I’m sicka listenin to the whine of indignity without action. The corrupters of life wait around the bend, and rob all travelers who think to pass by. And we all merely cope and create new realities The war is on, it’s been waged against us since before the towers fell, and now it’s chewing into us, taking chunks of us away.

Don’t ya feel it, is the volume too high, the colors too bright, or, or you too fat and swollen to move, too beaten down to care. The grip has become firmer; the smiles less pleasant , our clarity has become a blur.
The fat and greedy become ever more so; the puffed up and swollen become brash in their disregard for dignity and humanity, and the bodies and souls of the dead pile higher and higher.

Action begs for a license; the brave walk barefoot and alone, and wear all the scratches and bruises of stewardship. Duty, in it’s purest form, is simple, and protects the balance in the social contract

Grab your pen and your phone,your heart and your soul….assemble your wits, and talk, shout, sing; assemble the men, the women, march, bare your teeth, polish your sword and your tongue.
Become a force in the world, not a consequence of life.
We share the mantra, "Responsibility is mine alone."

[diesel dyke]

Good, very good.
But

What did Sartre do?

Besides write that is.

Sarte was a communist schmuck.
I am an ignorant child I know nothing of Sartre except Camus disagreed with him. or as I have read Sartre did not think Camus was "pure" enough

What is the Gestalt of Camus I am thinking





I don't know why I have sided with Camus. He seems less the effete intellectual. But nothing wrong with being an effete if you are one.

Please pardon
the ramble

As I go quietly into my good night

[stilltrucking]

"The world revolves around the hand that writes" —Amos Oz

Writing is action no doubt.

I would appreciate if you would ignore me when I act the pissant. Leave me be in benign neglect or whatever.

Excellent piece of "prosetry" more than I could express in so few words. Practically a poem I think.

I have only read a couple of short stories by Sartre, about the resistance. For some reason Camus struck me deeper, perhaps because I read one of his novels in French. I had a French professor who was every student's wet dream. A man who loved his subject matter and was passionate about teaching.

I wish there was a twelve step program for recovering pissants.

"A pissant is somebody who thinks he's so damn smart, he can never keep his mouth shut. No matter what anybody says, he's got to argue with it. You say why you like something, and, by God, he'll tell you why you're wrong to like it. A pissant does his best to make you feel like a boob all the time. No matter what you say, he knows better." —K.Vonnegut

thanks for writing stinky finger

Not that you asked me but:
My gestalt is to take responsibility for my cross, my myth, my Sisyphean rock. Yes I take responsibility for everything, "Lord help me Jesus I know what I am"

Yes it is ludicrous
yes so absurd
it makes me want to rock and roll all night long


thank you so much for writing A
Very inspiring piece for me
sincerely
jt
a fan in Texas


spontaneous reply
spontaneous gibberish
and tea
sorry

[Stinkyfinger]

The moment we say "no," we affirm all that has happened before. We must hang our heads, and make an affirmation of our impotence, and move on. The embarrassment is a fleeting sting, assailable and without tragic consequence.

[diesel dyke]

I don't have the nerve to read what I wrote above after reading this

Stinkyfinger wrote:

The moment we say "no," we affirm all that has happened before. We must hang our heads, and make an affirmation of our impotence, and move on. The embarrassment is a fleeting sting, assailable and without tragic consequence.

One of the things that any aspiring writer should have is a high threshold for pain, least they die of embarrassment.

Thanks

[saw]

this is what it always boils down to.....sure we can acknowledge the hard-knocks, learn from them, file them for future use, but in the end it's how we deal with it, how we springboard into some place healthier......good poem.........

[dadio]

Sartre delivered the essence of his philosophy in his novel Nausea, after that he spread it out over three more novels and an almost unreadable book called BEING OR NOTHINGNESS. I think your prose item has gathered the essence of that philosophy.

[stilltrucking]

Well you know how it is with truck drivers. Sometimes I wonder if I ever had an original thought. But I think me saying Sartre was a schmuck establishes me as an original thinker.