‘waving Cartesians’ - Poem by Sadiqullah Khan
It holds so true
that the word came first
in my poem from nowhere
and I discovered its meaning later on.
Its placement in the line may be a satire
or the reason's limitations
or simply the joy of a philosophical discourse...
or no meaning at all.
-Discourse with Charu Gandhi
Many years ago when I attempted to read and understand Jean Paul Sartre’s Being and Nothingness, I became so entangled in the thought of ‘I am’ and ‘I am not’, and then later on understanding Jacques Derrida’s method, that I applied to the criticism of my book ‘Chasing Shadows’, by Charu Gandhi, which only a poem could handle, as un-understandable, as the the philosophers I read. But the discourse itself has unending joys because every now and then and every statement is a question with answers leading to the next. So the question that why I am writing this, itself is a philosophical one, although I am speaking from some blank memory.
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