On Apr 19, 4:22 pm, Alric Knebel <al...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> wrote:
> Flasherly wrote:
> > On Apr 19, 10:30 am, Alric Knebel <al...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> wrote:
>
> >>I read that book back in the 80s, and it was an odd thing. Then a few
> >>years ago, I bought a newer edition of it, that was "restored." The
> >>original was published posthumously and it wasn't clear what Kafka
> >>wanted, so the new edition went back to his original intent or
> >>something. I never got around to reading it, and I don't even
remember
> >>the other edition to even make a comparison. I remember it was a
bleak
> >>novel with a stark conclusion, and it seemed to just END.
>
> > Existentialism as a forerunner of the politico safeguard, the enured
> > and bred career politician, as opposed to the extengent man of and for
> > occasions and representative of the peoples' democratic popular
> > front.
>
> I stopped right there. You're an ass.
A precondition, I suppose, why I might not have suggested first
undertaking a Jean Paul Sartre play, the only one I've read from
another existentialist, which probably is some time after Kafka.
Unlike Kafka, Sartre essays what I'm sure is closer to directly
aligned linear thinking. Wonderfully, bloody marvelously well-ended,
if you'll permit me.
The play goes like this -- a group of pinheaded patriots, once again,
become enamoured by highfalutin' concepts that concern an idealistic
nature of typically politically-motivated zealots, given they've the
greater valor to pose for half-an-inch of worth from a ready made,
nearby soapbox. Sartre's buildup on the theme is forceful and
replete, the very crux that carries the full development of his play,
which thereupon deviates, no less forcefully in fluid intelligibility,
into an ending of surprising insight: All that remains constant to
politico bureaucrats, given an environment of repressive disadvantage,
a hypothetical nation of XYZ to preside over, is as immaterial to said
politicos when presiding over notions dissimilarly exercised over a
nation of ZYX. They're quintessentially the same pig-****s they ever
were.
Anyway, if Kafka doesn't pose anything worthwhile to mention, despite
such a trite summary, Sartre neither needn't be considered for
anything other than justifiable spoil in this instance. Mind, a jerk
with a knee for reaction is precisely what immediacy calls to
existentialism, no less relevant as when WWII tediously called out to
another popular slogan at the time - 'better you than me'. Sorry to
say that I can't place the title for this peculiar piece, Sartre's
play. Offhand, it's the same, and I can't never seem to find it these
days.
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