We're reading Sartre in my philosophy class now. It's okay but can't hold a candle to Nietzsche, in my opinion. I've actually never read any Nietzsche before now, though I did try Sartre's Being And Nothingness once years and years ago and couldn't understand it.
The little bit of Nietzsche I have been reading strikes me as spectacular, really fun to read. It's kindof interesting that even though my teacher is this old catholic lady who I don't normally agree with, she seems as smitten with Nietzsche as I am. I look forward to Xmas break so I can have the time to read more of his work.
When Sartre came up in class she started talking about existentialist literature and mentioned Kafka's Metamorphosis. That's another book I tried and never finished. I did read The Trial, though about 6 years ago. Thought it was pretty cool in its surrealness. There's even one out-of-the-blue scene in that book that really comes across as like S&M, very weird. She also mentioned Albert Camus' The Stranger, which I read years ago and couldn't see what was so great about it. Pretty dour and emotionless.
Okay that's it for me on literature for awhile.
Nietzsche and Sartre, etc.
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nothing about philosophy whatsoever
Right now it is 6:30 in the morning and I have been at my computer for the last twelve hours typing up two final papers. In one I'm exploring the essence of lust in one of Manto's short stories. In the rain, the main character spots a shivering mountain girl from Ghatan. He invites her upstairs and he spends the rest of the night fondling her breasts as she holds him like "gooseflesh." It's his natural, innate sexual desire that takes ahold of him and whisps him away to the curvy, odorous mountain girl. Then Manto describes him a year later, married, lying next to his bride, impervious to her needs, gagging on her insipid perfume. He recalls his lust for the Ghatan girl.
In the next paper I've argued, in an anthropological sense, how the onslaught of agrarian life brought on by sedentary bands and tribes culminated into the evil, crime ridden world we all know and love today.
Now it's time to finish up and go to bed for two hours and get up and turn in my papers. Adios.
In the next paper I've argued, in an anthropological sense, how the onslaught of agrarian life brought on by sedentary bands and tribes culminated into the evil, crime ridden world we all know and love today.
Now it's time to finish up and go to bed for two hours and get up and turn in my papers. Adios.
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Nausea, my friend, is boring as fuck! But that is what makes it a masterpiece. It does not pretend, it does not glorify for the sake of literature.
"Everywhere, now, there are objects like this glass of beer on the table there. When I see i, I feel like saying: "Enough." I realize quite well that I have gone too far. I don't suppose you can "take sides" with solitude. That doenst mean that I look under my bed before going to sleep, or think I see the door of my room open suddenly in the middle of the night. Still, somehow I am not at peace: I have bee avoiding looking at this glass of beer for half an hour. I look above, below, right and left; but I don't want to see it. And I know very well that all these bachelors around me can be of no help: it is too late, I can no longer take refuge among them. They could come and tap me on the shoulder and say, 'Well, what's the matter with that glass of beer?' It's just like all the others. It's bevelled on the edeges, has a handle, a little coat of arms with a spade on it and on the coat of arms i've written 'Spartenbrau,' I know all that, but I know there is something else. Almost nothing? But I can't explain what I see. To anyone. There: I am quietly slipping into the water's depths, towards fear."
-Sartre, Nausea
Hey Rex, we should have a drink sometime, I'll thump you on your fucking skull friend. This is the "Bulletin Board of Bad Behavior", this is what interests us, so fuck off asshole, and stick to www.jesussaves.com.
"Everywhere, now, there are objects like this glass of beer on the table there. When I see i, I feel like saying: "Enough." I realize quite well that I have gone too far. I don't suppose you can "take sides" with solitude. That doenst mean that I look under my bed before going to sleep, or think I see the door of my room open suddenly in the middle of the night. Still, somehow I am not at peace: I have bee avoiding looking at this glass of beer for half an hour. I look above, below, right and left; but I don't want to see it. And I know very well that all these bachelors around me can be of no help: it is too late, I can no longer take refuge among them. They could come and tap me on the shoulder and say, 'Well, what's the matter with that glass of beer?' It's just like all the others. It's bevelled on the edeges, has a handle, a little coat of arms with a spade on it and on the coat of arms i've written 'Spartenbrau,' I know all that, but I know there is something else. Almost nothing? But I can't explain what I see. To anyone. There: I am quietly slipping into the water's depths, towards fear."
-Sartre, Nausea
Hey Rex, we should have a drink sometime, I'll thump you on your fucking skull friend. This is the "Bulletin Board of Bad Behavior", this is what interests us, so fuck off asshole, and stick to www.jesussaves.com.
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Jack Chiefton saves. Found a picture of Simon on another web site. http://marc.spitz.has-a-small-penis.com/
When you say "it", H. do you mean Simon? Perhaps Simon is indeed a virus from an alien spaceship or something.
I just wanted to take this moment to reaffirm my enjoyment of Nietzsche. I managed to get some great reading in today on the bus that convinced me that no, I was not mistaken about how amazing he can be. I'd tried to read an anthology of his but it wasn't nearly as powerful as this book I have now (called "The Gay Science", unfortunately, because of course it has nothing at all to do with homosexuality...this was what, 1870?). What I like about him is he will go into a certain topic I had been having my own thoughts about and then suddenly I see on the page my own previous thoughts reflected back at me, only in far more detailed and eloquent terms. This has happened twice, now.
He's like a fly, he goes around to certain areas of human nature and puts a magnifiying glass on them as though he were totally objective and then you find he's painted these fascinating insights on the page that you wouldn't have thought of on your own. The guy was just brilliant, period, even if he was in some ways constrained by the time he lived in and whoever may have been translating.
I'm determined to get around to Sartre's Nausea, though, Jack, seriously. Thanks!
Went to Broadway today with an old friend I don't see often. I don't get down there much, so it was nice to walk, shop, eat...Though I wasn't planning to shop and curse myself for the money I spent. Strolled into Broadway News to find that Mojo magazine had once again put one of the very few artists on their cover that would make me part with $8 for a magazine: Early PIL era John Lydon!! It's got a whole article on PIL and the post-punk UK "D.I.Y." thing...I'm thrilled. Also miraculously found a CD I never would have expected to find, and at a very dodgy music shop indeed. Browsed vinyl a bit at your shop of preference, too, McC, and thought of you. It was fun. They've really got some interesting stuff in there.
Anyone want to guess how much money it costs to get a subscription to Mojo in the States? 60 FUCKING QUID!!!!!
Let's see, that's about...$100...jeez. I can't see paying that kind of money, but I did want to mention they had a back issue that had Jack White holding a prostrate Iggy Pop in his arms, apparently it was Jack interviewing Iggy...wow. I can't imagine. Guess I missed that one.
I just wanted to take this moment to reaffirm my enjoyment of Nietzsche. I managed to get some great reading in today on the bus that convinced me that no, I was not mistaken about how amazing he can be. I'd tried to read an anthology of his but it wasn't nearly as powerful as this book I have now (called "The Gay Science", unfortunately, because of course it has nothing at all to do with homosexuality...this was what, 1870?). What I like about him is he will go into a certain topic I had been having my own thoughts about and then suddenly I see on the page my own previous thoughts reflected back at me, only in far more detailed and eloquent terms. This has happened twice, now.
He's like a fly, he goes around to certain areas of human nature and puts a magnifiying glass on them as though he were totally objective and then you find he's painted these fascinating insights on the page that you wouldn't have thought of on your own. The guy was just brilliant, period, even if he was in some ways constrained by the time he lived in and whoever may have been translating.
I'm determined to get around to Sartre's Nausea, though, Jack, seriously. Thanks!
Went to Broadway today with an old friend I don't see often. I don't get down there much, so it was nice to walk, shop, eat...Though I wasn't planning to shop and curse myself for the money I spent. Strolled into Broadway News to find that Mojo magazine had once again put one of the very few artists on their cover that would make me part with $8 for a magazine: Early PIL era John Lydon!! It's got a whole article on PIL and the post-punk UK "D.I.Y." thing...I'm thrilled. Also miraculously found a CD I never would have expected to find, and at a very dodgy music shop indeed. Browsed vinyl a bit at your shop of preference, too, McC, and thought of you. It was fun. They've really got some interesting stuff in there.
Anyone want to guess how much money it costs to get a subscription to Mojo in the States? 60 FUCKING QUID!!!!!
Let's see, that's about...$100...jeez. I can't see paying that kind of money, but I did want to mention they had a back issue that had Jack White holding a prostrate Iggy Pop in his arms, apparently it was Jack interviewing Iggy...wow. I can't imagine. Guess I missed that one.