I know that Veeky Forums is of the opinion that Sartre is completely worthless as a philosopher but is there any merit...

I know that Veeky Forums is of the opinion that Sartre is completely worthless as a philosopher but is there any merit to this particular work or is it just pop-philosophy? It seems highly regarded outside of this place

READ HEIDEGGER INSTEAD, YOU DUMB FROGPOSTING PIECE OF ANIME-WATCHING AND 'VIDYA' GAME PLAYING SCUM

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This, any worth in Sartre is just watered down Heidegger

I tried to read Sartes book on antisemitism as an unironic hater of Jews myself hoping to learn something and understand my derision a bit more.
I came out with the most basic bitch twitter SJW analysis of the issue imaginable
>"Is race even real dude ??"
Garbage pseudo-thinker

I know this work references Being and Time but is it really just a shallow retread of it? Surely there must be something more to it

I flunked my Cambridge interview because I completely missed the point of a short passage written by Sartre.

elaborate

I was applying to study French and Spanish. Interview with the spanish professor went well, we had a nice chat about One Hundred Years of Solitude. but the format for the French one was very different, much more formal. I was presented with the passage, written in French, and asked to read it aloud. Not fucking up the pronunciation required most of my concentration so I retained very little of what I was reading. It was an autobiographical piece about his wonder at going to the cinema for the first time as a child.

As soon as I’d finished reading, the professor asked,”What is Sartre referring to when he talks about the rain?” So I’m scanning as quick as I can for something about rain and as the silence drags on I’m just seeing something about rain indoors so I waffle on about how Sartre feels transported by the film so when he sees a rainy scene, it’s like it’s raining in his indoor cinema. “And the asteroid?”. I know I’m fucked now because I registered nothing about an asteroid. The best I can do is word vomit something about the advent of cinema offering sights and sounds that Sartre would never have seen before...like an asteroid.

Turns out the rain indoors that young Sartre saw was the streaky vertical lines that appear on old film, and the asteroid was the film burn.

he's right though.

I feel bad for you. I once supported fascism and the death penalty in an oral exam because I made an initial comprehension error and just had to go with it. I'm pretty sure I'm going to Hell for that B+

It’s alright. Ill-discipline lead to me graduating with an average degree elsewhere, it probably would have meant dropping out at Cambridge.

Bump

cringe

You did better than me when I applied for history. Got asked about the influence of Thatcherism. Completely froze and lost all intellectual confidence, convinced myself that the way to answer was to mirror what I believed the interviewer's beliefs to be. So instead of saying anything intelligent ,or revealing about myself, or demonstrating I could think of both sides of a topic, I burbled out some boilerplate Polly Toynbee shit about muh mines and muh jobs etc, in a monotone without making eye contact.
I don't think I've ever been so unprepared for something in my life. In hindsight I had no idea of what the purpose of the interview was or how to present myself.

Thankfully.

This tbqh

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If it makes either of you feel better, I was asked to deconstruct decolonization as an ideology in Spanish, a language I had only been studying for six months at that point. I stumbled through an attempt to explain to the proctor that deconstruction doesn't work outside of literature, and isn't a methodology or practice for analyzing thought to begin with, before I was told to stop asking so many questions. The questions I was asking of him were to see if we both could agree on a methodology for deconstructing in order to proceed, which he interpreted as my misunderstanding the question.

I had to fight for a review of my interview, twice, only to be told, "Non-native speakers do not do so well, even with years of experience, let alone six months of practice. You simply didn't understand, and are inventing a story after the fact to support yourself." Which was when I learned that native "hispanohablantes" are vainglorious bastards when it comes to their cultural and linguistic heritage, worse even than the French.

Why does lit deride Sartre but dickride Camus?

Literally 100% of French philosophers are completely worthless pseuds. In private, Foucault was happy to admit that most of what he said was complete bullshit

Camus has readable novels
And when you think of some of the retarded people in public life who passed the Oxbridge interview... All those politicians and idiotic newspaper columnists. Maybe I'm just bitter, but it seems it's more a test of how well groomed and confident you are than about intellectual merit.

Am I a Veeky Forums sinner if I respect Sartre because Existentialism is a humanism got me into reading?
I only find people bashing him in this board, my university teachers find him very important.

Sartre and Camus are the same shit.

Read Celine, Proust, Bernanos, Nimier instead.

>a board full of genuine intellectuals (IQs typically >180) who are literally too intelligent for society, so have to spend their life in a state of NEET existence steadily acquiring an ever increasing wealth of knowledge related to literature and philosophy
>a bunch of pseuds with fake qualifications who care more about their image and their place in society than they do about a genuine pursuit of Truth

Who are you going to trust m8?

Humanists think all garbage is important.

>dickride Camus
Since when?

he's in every top 100

...

>I accidentally into fascism
>oops
Your average leftist, folks.

Veeky Forums is good for recs but it's fucking awful for criticism. Philosophy discussions are usually Wikipedia-fags and a few humanities students memeing Greeks and Kierkegaard for keks.

Yeah, it's not just a 'retreading', it's a blatant misreading of S/Z.

I think he's referring to the two posts I made in a different thread lol

Haven't seen anyone write positively about Camus since I've been here. And that's like, 8 months or some shit.

You found Nausea difficult?
Don't listen to the haters. Heidegger never had the idea to characterize consciousness as nothingness.
>most basic bitch twitter SJW analysis
This is why we deride you.

Kékkek

>I don't read much, I don't have the time. I've already trashed too many years in prison,
and on other baloney! But they mob me! bug me! pester me! It appears that I definitely
must read an article, "Portrait of an Anti-Semite," by Jean-Baptiste Sartre (
Temps
Modernes
, December 1945). I skim over this drawn out piece of homework, give it the
once-over, it's neither good nor bad, it's nothing at all, a pastiche...

the style of an
"Amateur," a botch-job. This little Jean-Baptiste Sartre has read
The Scatterbrained
,
The Lover of Tulips
, etc. Obviously he's trapped by them and he can't shake them
loose... still at school with the pastiches, this little J.-B.S... with the "Amateurs"... the
style of Céline also... and a good many others... "Scum"... "Slackers"... "Maia"... etc.

Sartre need a perfection in the form of "Social Existentialism" or something. Which will focus on the ideas of collectivism in his philosophy. The person, in his quest to exist or become the so-called übermensch as we see in Nietzsche, Dostoevski and Sartre, can also be used for a society.

A society trying to exist and realize itself.

Just the fact that in Sartre, if you think you are smart that doesn't mean you are smart. Yet if everyone else thinks you are smart, makes you smart in their eyes, therefore makes you actually smart for what its worth. Something that is not accepted by the society is worthless.

This ideology and philosophy would be an ugly love child of Fascism, National Socialism and Communism and only way it can be a viable thought system is to also implement post-modern political science to it otherwise it would be an ugly AF strange chauvinistic fascist socialist jingoist dictatorship.

Nothing of consequence, of course! They keep following me around these little
"Amateurs"... What can I do? Slimebags, morons, asswipes, spooks, amateur-
bloodsuckers, amateur-tapeworms, they put me to shame, I just never talk about it,
that's all. The devilish bastards. Let's have a little decency. Oh! I'm not out to harm little
J-B.S. Where he is, it's already cruel enough! Since it's just a piece of homework, I
would've willingly given him 7 out of 20 and spoken no more of it...

owever, on page 462 the little schmuck took me by surprise! The tosser! What did he dare to write? "If Céline was able to support the Socialist thesis of the Nazis, it's because he was paid to do so." Quote unquote. Wham! There you have it, that's what this little dung-beetle was writing while I was in serious danger of being hung in prison. Satanic little shit-stirrer,
smut-machine, you give me the runs! Anus! Cain!

What are you trying to do? Murder
me! That's it as far as I can see! Well now it's my turn to do the thrashing! Oh yeah! I see him in a photograph... those big eyes... the hook nose... the gasbag mouth... what a
leech! What wouldn't he invent to murder me, that monster! I've hardly stepped out of
the shitpile myself and here he is already denouncing me! To top it all off, on page 451,
he has the gall to warn us:
"A man who finds it natural to denounce mankind cannot possess our concept of honor. Even those for whom he has made himself the benefactor, he doesn't see them like us, his generosity, his kindness, is unlike our kindness, our generosity. We cannot localize passion."

Up my bumhole where he lives, one cannot expect Jean-Baptiste Sartre to see all
that clearly, nor to express himself plainly, nevertheless he seems to have foreseen the
notion of solitude and obscurity in my anus. Undoubtedly he is speaking of himself
when he writes on page 451, "This man dreads all forms of solitude, like that of the
genius, like that of the murderer." Let's understand what it really means to speak...
going by the tabloids, Jean-Baptiste Sartre no longer sees himself as anything short of a
genius. For my part, and on the strength of his own texts, I am forced to see him as
nothing short of a murderer, and furthermore, a stoolie, wicked, hideous, an irritating
pimp, a four-eyed ignoramus-I'm getting all hyped up!-I'm too old for this stuff. I was
going to leave it at that, be disgusted, and that's all. Now I'm thinking... Is he a murderer, and inspired?

>anti-Semite reads book bashing anti-semitism. He doesn't like it.

Wow

After all... it does happen... and... might this be the case with
Sartre? Murderer he is, at least he aspires to it, that's obvious. However, is he inspired?
Like the inspiration that blows out of my ass? uhmm? that's to be seen... oh yeah!...
what can bloom... might flower... right, Jean-Baptiste? those embryonic eyes? those
shabby shoulders?... that round little pot belly? It's plain as day, he's a tapeworm, a
human tapeworm, stuck up you know where... and a philosopher! That's quite a load...
He liberated Paris on a bicycle... he played around... at the Theater... in the city... with
the horrors of the time, the war, the agonies, the chains, the burning. However, time
moves forward, and J-B.S., that self-inflated swankey, can no longer contain himself,
he no longer knows what he is... an embryo trying to become a creature ... the cycle...

he's jerked-off long enough, he's fed up with tricks ... he wants trials ... real trials ...
prison ... expiation ... the stick ... and the fattest stick of all ... the Stake... Fate grips J-
Constantin Rigas
2
B.S... the Furies! now he means business ... he wants to become a real monster! ... he's
even bawling out de Gaulle!
What a way to carry on! He wants to commit the irreparable! he's adamant! The
witches will drive him insane, he came to pester them, and now they won't let him go...
shitty tapeworm, delinquent little brat, you're going to scoff down the Mandragore!

You'll turn into a succubus! The sickness of being cursed grows on Sartre... it's an
ancient sickness, ancient like the world, in which all of literature is rotten... Before
committing supreme blunders! Wait! Wake up! Consider that horror is nothing without
dreaming and music... I can really see you as a tapeworm, definitely, but not a cobra,
definitely not a cobra... you have no ear for the flute! MacBeth is nothing but a gory
puppet-show, and on off days, without music, without a dream... You're mean, filthy,
ungrateful, hideous, an ignoramus, and that's not all J-B.S. It's not enough... you gotta
suffer some more yet... I would like to be mistaken of course... I could ask for nothing
better... I'll applaud you when you finally become a real monster, when you pay the
witches what you owe them, their price, so that they transform you, hatch you, into a
veritable phenomena. Into a flute-playing tapeworm.

Haven't you buttered me up enough via Dullin and Denoël, "during the Occupation," hounding me to honor you with my applause. I don't see you dancing, nor playing the flute, and in my books that's a terrible vice, I tell you... But we forget all that! We only think of the future! Let your demons inculcate the flute into you. First the flute! Hey schoolboy, look at Shakespeare! 3/4 flute, 1/4 blood... 1/4 is plenty, I
promise... but your own blood first... before that of others... Alchemy has its laws... the
Muses don't like the "blood of others"... Let's think... After all, you pulled off your little
success during the occupation, your
Flies, at the "Sarah Bernhardt Theatre"... Why not whip us up a quick three act play, chop-chop, on the run, The Rats? A retrospective
little revue...

e'll see you in person with your little buddies, in the act of sending your (so much detested) colleagues labelled "Collaborators" to a labor camp, to the stake, in exile... Wouldn't that be a laugh? The first to be convinced of the infallibility of your own text is yourself... a satirical tapeworm and a philosopher. I can see it all now, the comical mishaps, the hilarity during such an extravaganza... and as a curtain-buster, one of those "common Massacres" which will shake all of Europe with insane laughter! (It's
about time!) The most joyous of the decade! They'll piss in their pants laughing so
hard. There'll be madness right through to the 500th performance... and well beyond
that! (and beyond that... Hee! Hee!)

The slaughter of the "Signatories," each one by
another... yourself by Cassou... that one by Eluard! him by his wife and Mauriac! and
so on until the last one!... Are you with me! The Holocaust of the Apotheosis! with skin
of course!... a grand parade of gorgeous gals, absolute starkers, strutting all about, a Big
Band booming... Jazz from the "Atlantic Wall"... "Atlantist Boys"... competition
guaranteed... a great orgy of ghouls in dazzling superimposition... 200,000 murdered,
the convicted, the diseased, the worthless... and the sweethearts with shorn hair!
dancing the Farandole! flowerbeds from heaven! The "Nuremburg Hanging" Choir...

and the chorus will be, more than existence, instantaneousism, massacriste... ambience
of gasping agony, stomach groans, weeping moans, clanging... "Help! Help!"...
background noises: "Hurrah! Hurrah! machines"... You see all that? And now for the
main attraction, at intermission: the bidding for the handcuffs!... and the Bloody Marys.
The definitive Futurist Bar. Nothing but real blood! by the barrel, undiluted, hospital
guaranteed... fresh daily! aorta blood, foetal blood, hymen blood, execution blood! All
flavors! Ah! J.-B.S.! What a future! What marvels you will accomplish once you've
been weaned into a Real Monster! I can see you emerging from out of the shit-heap,
nearly playing the flute, the real flute! how peachy-creamy... practically a real little
artist! J-B.S... What a hell of a guy!

That's the only thing you need to know about Jean Baptiste Sartre.

No te sientas mal mi pequeño saltamontes, not everyone can speak a language like the native speaker but I think the guy has a solid point of you ask me. Don't get sour about it, in another time you will make it right

>dickride Camus
So how has your first week here treated you?

>i supported fascism and the death penalty in an oral exam

this and the general elitism that's prevalent on most boards. if sartre, camus and existentialism in general weren't that popular, they'd be much more well recieved on here.

>Veeky Forums
That's exactly the same in "real life"

Jej