Stephen Linsteadt - Artist - Poet - Writer
Hoping Sartre Was Wrong
Sartre, the one who exterminated my hopes
and sent grace scampering
under the floor boards of the Baker’s shop,
left me alone with only myself to blame for my own creation
as if to say the unintelligible sculptor of the planets and the stars
accidently let the primordial dough rise too long,
giving birth to beings with no purpose or proper design--
an assortment of enzymes and proteins left
to create themselves the way mold proliferates
on the Baker’s bread;
a pestilence before a host.
I am, therefore I think,
like chocolate left on a chin denying
the premeditated sin.
I hope Sartre was wrong.
He said we always have a choice and
choosing not to choose is also a choice.
Therefore, I choose that Sartre was only right
when he said we become that which we strive for
or as Goethe’s Faust believed: reality exists only in action.
Or said like a Buddhist:
choosing the action of non-action
is having our cake
and eating it too.
Stephen Linsteadt is an artist, writer, and poet. His creative work is an ongoing exploration into the study of cosmogony, alchemy, and the archetypal symbolism of Carl Jung. He has published poetry as well as articles on health, consciousness, and emotional well-being.