So I was a poodle of the future; I made prophecies.
Jean-Paul SartreTag: sartre
Man is nothing else but what he makes of himself.
Jean-Paul SartreTag: freedom existentialism responsibility sartre
There is no human nature, since there is no god to conceive it.
Jean-Paul SartreTag: existentialism sartre
Faire souffrir c'est posséder et créer tout autant que détruire.
Jean-Paul SartreNothing happens while you live. The scenery changes, people come in and go out, that's all. There are no beginnings. Days are tacked on to days without rhyme or reason, an interminable, monotonous addition.
Jean-Paul SartreTag: inspirational nausea monotony sartre
- Tu es et tu resteras toujours une petite-bourgeoise moraliste. Comme Camus.
- Tu es et tu resteras toujours un petit con prétencieux. Comme Sartre.
Tag: camus sartre club-incorrigibles-optimistes guenassia
Je ne pourrai jamais m'assesoir dessus, c'est une catastrophe: Je suis en bleue clair et il est vert épinard.
Jean-Paul SartreFrench intellectual life has, in my opinion, been turned into something cheap and meretricious by the 'star' system. It is like Hollywood. Thus we go from one absurdity to another - Stalinism, existentialism. Lacan, Derrida - some of them obscene ( Stalinism), some simply infantile and ridiculous ( Lacan, Derrida). What is striking, however, is the pomposity and self-importance, at each stage.
Noam ChomskyTag: derrida sartre lacan french-intellectuals
He began as a minor imitator of Fitzgerald, wrote a novel in the late twenties which won a prize, became dissatisfied with his work, stopped writing for a period of years. When he came back it was to BLACK MASK and the other detective magazines with a curious and terrible fiction which had never been seen before in the genre markets; Hart Crane and certainly Hemingway were writing of people on the edge of their emotions and their possibility but the genre mystery markets were filled with characters whose pain was circumstantial, whose resolution was through action; Woolrich's gallery was of those so damaged that their lives could only be seen as vast anticlimax to central and terrible events which had occurred long before the incidents of the story. Hammett and his great disciple, Chandler, had verged toward this more than a little, there is no minimizing the depth of their contribution to the mystery and to literature but Hammett and Chandler were still working within the devices of their category: detectives confronted problems and solved (or more commonly failed to solve) them, evil was generalized but had at least specific manifestations: Woolrich went far out on the edge. His characters killed, were killed, witnessed murder, attempted to solve it but the events were peripheral to the central circumstances. What I am trying to say, perhaps, is that Hammett and Chandler wrote of death but the novels and short stories of Woolrich *were* death. In all of its delicacy and grace, its fragile beauty as well as its finality.
Most of his plots made no objective sense. Woolrich was writing at the cutting edge of his time. Twenty years later his vision would attract a Truffaut whose own influences had been the philosophy of Sartre, the French nouvelle vague, the central conception that nothing really mattered. At all. But the suffering. Ah, that mattered; that mattered quite a bit.
Tag: f-scott-fitzgerald mystery crime detective noir crime-fiction detectives detective-stories hart-crane raymond-chandler detective-noir ernest-hemingway dashiel-hammett sartre mystery-suspense detective-fiction crime-thriller jean-paul-sartre mystery-thriller detective-novels mystery-and-crime-drama cornell-woolrich noir-fiction detective-novel francois-truffaut françois-truffaut truffaut
(كان مرتدیا القمیص وحده، ویحمل شیّالات بلون بنفسجي شاحب، ثنى القمیص الى ما فوق الكوع. وكانت الشیّالات تُرى بالكاد على القمیص الأزرق، كانت ممسوحة وضائعة في الزرقة، لكنھ تواضع زائف: إنھا لا تسمح، حقا، بنسیانھا وتثیرني بعنادھا الخروفي كما لو أنھا حین أرادت أن تصیر بنفسجیة اللون توقفت في الطریق، لكنھا لم تتخل عن رغباتھا. المرء تعتریھ رغبة في مخاطبتھا: ھیّا كوني بنفسجیة ولننھِ المسألة. لكن الأمر یبقى كما كان. فھي تستمر في حالة التعلیق، عنودة في جھدھا الذي لم ینتھ، وفي بعض الأحیان تتحرك الزرقة المحیطة بھا وتغطیھا تماما. لا أراھا للحظات. إلا أنھا مجرد موجة واحدة لا غیر، فعن قریب تشحب الزرقة ھنا وھناك وأرى جزر البنفسجي الفاقع المتردد التي تأخذ في الاتساع والاتصال فیما بینھا خالقة الشیّالات من جدید. إبن العم أدولف بدون عینین، فأجفانھ المتورمة المحنیة لا تكشف إلا عن القلیل من البیاض)
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