OK, another title which purely results from the lyrics currently emerging to musical accompaniment from my iPod (“80s Life” by The Good the Bad and the Queen). Really, this post is going to be short. I should be reading “Being and Nothingness” by Jean-Paul Sartre but for some reason not reading it is just soo much more tempting.
I guess that ironically demonstrates Sartre’s point about existentialism – that we are free to re-invent ourselves and our projected with every moment. Indeed, the fact that I have trudged through 30 pages of about 430 and then abandoned the enterprise seems to be an apt demonstration of the nature of man’s (as Sartre defines him) existence to precede his essence. I.E, the choices we make realise the multiple potentialities and alternative contingencies which are open to us and equally infinitely variable for us.
Its ironic then that his philosophy has been employed to negate me reading his philosophy. Which is practically a paradox, in the linguistic if not the temporal sense. Talking of which, its also worth noting the inflexible relationship between signifiers and referrents in Sartre’s work…
Nose preparing to dock with grindstone, pickaxe approaching coal-face, all pigs fed and ready to fly…
