/lit/ - Literature

>IS THAT JOYFUL NEGRO MUSIC???? THE WEST HAS FALLEN HELP ME MY FURSONA IM GOING INSAAANE
What a shit book

I want to create a heart wrenching, monumental, human, story filled with drama and characters with opposing philosophies that gets adapted into a movie with beautiful visuals and music. However, I am still in the first chapter world building and describing a fucking tree.

The things we see are ordinary. Like a flower, it's only worth seeing in full bloom. Then it dies becoming ugly. Anime, forums, video games, politics, and music all rise to be alive for a glorious moment then it dies. That is why I believe life on the outside is ordinary. And existence what lies inside is extraordinary. There is threads of fate inter-woven between us. I do not know who goethe there. But anon is the only person who can handle fame.

>The characteristic of the great compositions of Beethoven is that they are actual poems: that in them it is sought to bring a real subject to representation. The stumbling-block in the way of their comprehension lies in the difficult task of finding with certainty the subject represented. Beethoven was completely possessed by a subject: his most pregnant tone-pictures are indebted almost solely to the individuality of the subject with which he was filled; in consciousness of this, it appeared to him superfluous to denote his subject otherwise than in the tone-picture itself. Just as our word-poets really address themselves only to other word-poets, so did Beethoven in this unconsciously address himself only to the tone-poets.
- Wagner

>The only lasting & authentic passages of the Ring are the epic ones in which text or music narrate. And therefore the most impressive words of the Ring are the stage directions.
- Wittgenstein

Following Wittgenstein's recognition of Wagner's immense talent for poetic, epical description, the explanatory programmes for Beethoven's symphonies immediately become a point of interest. Especially since we know Wagner's understanding of Beethoven's symphonies was groundbreaking for its era and set the standard for generations of conductors and musicologists. Even more so would Beethoven's Third Symphony benefit from this, a work which Wagner explicitly describes as beyond the comprehension of the 'uninitiated', and therefore requiring a guide such as his programmes hope to offer. Music here becomes literature. In full is his programme for Beethoven's third symphony:

>"Confucius regarded music as the ultimate moral guidance system for humanity."
I don't get the music thing. Why was he so obsessed with it and what did it actually sound like even?

"I think the decline of western classical music has to do with the alternative genres that cropped up towards the beginning of 20th century. And we're funded, and promoted by, like, yeah, forces within society that want us to be morally degenerate. I don't think it's accidental that the twelve tone, atonal stuff was promoted."

Does he actually believe atonality was Jewish subversion? And not simply part of 20th century modernism that was happening in painting (Cubism/Picasso), literature (expressionism, surrealism), sculpturing, all going against tradition in reaction to the new historical experience of industrialisation, world wars, modernity? It just seems a bit retarded to believe that the entire history of modern art was orchestrated by jewish people in an attempt to subvert Western morality. Lol.

“Might remember a little,” Bill said. “Remember something about a prize-fight. Enormous Vienna prize-fight. Had a nigger in it. Remember the nigger perfectly.”
“Go on.”
“Wonderful nigger. Looked like Tiger Flowers, only four times as big. All of a sudden everybody started to throw things. Not me. Nigger’d just knocked local boy down. Nigger put up his glove. Wanted to make a speech. Awful noble-looking nigger. Started to make a speech. Then local white boy hit him. Then he knocked white boy cold. Then everybody commenced to throw chairs. Nigger went home with us in our car. Couldn’t get his clothes. Wore my coat. Remember the whole thing now. Big sporting evening.”
“What happened?”
“Loaned the nigger some clothes and went around with him to try and get his money. Claimed nigger owed them money on account of wrecking hall. Wonder who translated? Was it me?”
“Probably it wasn’t you.”
“You’re right. Wasn’t me at all. Was another fellow. Think we called him the local Harvard man. Remember him now. Studying music.”
“How’d you come out?”
“Not so good, Jake. Injustice everywhere. Promoter claimed nigger promised let local boy stay. Claimed nigger violated contract. Can’t knock out Vienna boy in Vienna. ‘My God, Mister Gorton,’ said nigger, ‘I didn’t do nothing in there for forty minutes but try and let him stay. That white boy musta ruptured himself swinging at me. I never did hit him.’”
“Did you get any money?”
“No money, Jake. All we could get was nigger’s clothes. Somebody took his watch, too. Splendid nigger. Big mistake to have come to Vienna. Not so good, Jake. Not so good.”
“What became of the nigger?”
“Went back to Cologne. Lives there. Married. Got a family. Going to write me a letter and send me the money I loaned him. Wonderful nigger. Hope I gave him the right address.”

Germans are mocked for being cold but they weren't always like that. The music of Wagner, Beethoven, and Bruckner prove otherwise. The poetry of Holderlin and what Nietzsche and Heidegger talk about is the true German passion and spirit.

They used to be a deeply spiritual and passionate people.

This is why literature and art are dead. All the West has castrated itself with guilt.

What would Wagner say of today's Germans? Are they not like Klingsor? Self castrated and evil?

They've been traumatized into non-being. The exact opposite of Heidegger's dream.

Why can't I use godot to make something the fundamentally works the same as a PDF, but has music, CSS animation tweens and 3D models?

Basically like the next gen of PDF books?

Imagine reading a PDF like book in godot, and then there's the option of audio book, or has an anotated foot pages that works like wikipedia popúps.

Or you see a 3D animated version of a graph concept.
Or you're reading your waifu loli novel, and there's a button that says, open door.
And you see the loli pantsu moving and then she closing the door.

Like a pop up book.
But digital.

i dont really see how i can derive any sort of enjoyment from knowing and understanding the truth of being, the truth of where knowledge comes from, or the nature of any of that stuff. ive wanted to become informed on these subjects before, but i don't actually think it's because of my own interest in these subjects; i think its just because i want to use knowledge to be socially superior. is philosophy just not my thing? i think id probably be happier with learning how to write fiction or make music to fulfill this desire to be praised and respected.

This book is really fucking with my head. I feel like nothing I see or hear is real anymore. Sometimes it feels like I've never had a real opinion in my life, like at every turn I was manipulated into thinking, believing and FEELING things. I can't trust what I see or what I hear, I can't relax even for an instant because suddenly some idea is being reinforced or implanted into my head through memes or music, and sometimes it's not even intentional. Sometimes it feels like an extension of humanity in a way.
Then I remember that AI is now a thing, and it just gets the noggin joggin
I really feel like I lost some of my humanity while reading this. My perception of reality has been irrevocably altered. I can't go back.

I want to know which books have had this reality-shattering effect on you, or if any book has had it at all.

tldr: Is that a n-netflix show? AAAAAAAAAAAAAA I'M GOING INSANE SAVE ME JANNYMAN!!!

I'm convinced that anything woman touch in art, whether it be literature, music, cinema, painting, photography, and etc., turns to shit.
is there any papers supporting this?

Make posts asking for recs based on albums or music genre.

What literature reminds you of industrial music? I know J.G Ballard and William Burroughs were inspirations.

I've been on a real nostalgia kick, going back and listening to some of my favourite indie music acts of the early 2010s.

Are there any books that capture that era and the Portlandia-hipster subculture of overpriced organic coffee, fixie bikes, vintage sailor tattoos and "quirky" thrift fashion? Can be fiction or nonfiction, I just find it to be a comfy aesthetic and moment in time.

In 2006 a high school English teacher asked students to write a famous author and ask for advice. Kurt Vonnegut was the only one to respond - and his response is magnificent:

Dear Xavier High School, and Ms. Lockwood, and Messrs Perin, McFeely, Batten, Maurer and Congiusta:
I thank you for your friendly letters. You sure know how to cheer up a really old geezer (84) in his sunset years. I don’t make public appearances any more because I now resemble nothing so much as an iguana.
What I had to say to you, moreover, would not take long, to wit: Practice any art, music, singing, dancing, acting, drawing, painting, sculpting, poetry, fiction, essays, reportage, no matter how well or badly, not to get money and fame, but to experience becoming, to find out what’s inside you, to make your soul grow.
Seriously! I mean starting right now, do art and do it for the rest of your lives. Draw a funny or nice picture of Ms. Lockwood, and give it to her. Dance home after school, and sing in the shower and on and on. Make a face in your mashed potatoes. Pretend you’re Count Dracula.
Here’s an assignment for tonight, and I hope Ms. Lockwood will flunk you if you don’t do it: Write a six line poem, about anything, but rhymed. No fair tennis without a net. Make it as good as you possibly can. But don’t tell anybody what you’re doing. Don’t show it or recite it to anybody, not even your girlfriend or parents or whatever, or Ms. Lockwood. OK?
Tear it up into teeny-weeny pieces, and discard them into widely separated trash receptacals. You will find that you have already been gloriously rewarded for your poem. You have experienced becoming, learned a lot more about what’s inside you, and you have made your soul grow.
God bless you all!
Kurt Vonnegut

artform hierarchy
video games > literature > music > anime/manga > plays > painting > sculpture > cinema > television > stand up comedy

I researched a lot about the dark symbolism most games contain, but it is mostly through second or third hand books and articles, but there is no direct book or information that thematizes the deeper layer of the occult and psychological impact of videogames, and I don't mean studies and statistics, something from an insider of the industry or somebody who followed the development of the brainwashing implementations and reprogramming similar to TV/cinema and music.

Videogames feel like a dreamworld that put you in a trance, sucks you in and programs you with an engaging world and reward systems, one video briefly mentioned it, called Super Mario 64 is a Freemasonic and Illuminist Digital Ritual: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9CS4SFaCOxo

Any good literature set in Italy from late 1700s to late 1800s? I've been listening to ALOT of italian folk music and I felt the need to read something from that time period.

There are roughly 40880 hours in 7 years (the 20440 left are for sleeping time). I have divided them as such:
>10000 hours for studying languages (french, german, russian, japanese and chinese)
>10000 hours for literature (I plan to read all the major western and east asian classics in that time)
>15000 hours for studying (mostly mathematics, physics and philosophy)
>5000 hours for videogames, movies, music and training
Thoughts?

Has any anon taken it upon himself to start a new platform or publishing company that focuses on good work, rather than DEI puritanism?

It is virtually impossible now to gain popular traction on any platform with work that does not explicitly pay lip service to some aspect of progressive liberalism. The demand for uncensored content is enormous, as evidenced by normie kvetching about forced politics in literature, movies, music, and art across the board.

We don't need an inversion of current platforms, or right-wing alternatives that have their own special stink of agenda, but a truly transparent outlet for good writing. It would not have to be big or replace the existing monopoly. It should merely carve out a nook of its own, where men like myself and many others here can post without being shouted down by hordes of armchair professors, childless feminists, and fanfiction furries for work that doesn't pass the woke litmus test.

>inb4 they control everything, it's hopeless
Better to start somewhere than nowhere at all. Have you attempted anything like this? Where do you publish currently? If such a platform existed and was well-made, well-moderated, and visually pleasant, would you use it?

ITT: Beautiful excerpts

> One must learn to love.— This is what happens to us in music: First one has to learn to hear a figure and melody at all, to detect and distinguish it, to isolate it and delimit it as a separate life. Then it requires some exertion and good will to tolerate it in spite of its strangeness, to be patient with its appearance and expression, and kindhearted about its oddity. Finally there comes a moment when we are used to it, when we wait for it, when we sense that we should miss it if it were missing; and now it continues to compel and enchant us ruthlessly until we have become its humble and enraptured lovers who desire nothing better from the world than it and only it. But that is what happens to us not only in music. That is how we learned to love all things that we now love. In the end we are always rewarded for our good will, our patience, our fair-mindedness and gentleness with what is strange; gradually, it sheds its veil and turns out to be a new and indescribable beauty. That is its thanks for our hospitality. Even those who love themselves will have learned it in this way; for there is no other way. Love, too, has to be learned.

This is my Sledgehammer of Friendship.

I was just on a walk. I was on my way back when I figured I should take the path that takes me by the A6. The canal was some way off and might be busy, and I had already crossed the cricket club which is putting on a function of some sort.

As I emerged from the ginnel section, I passed a man who was tall in stature. His face was one of slight wariness but mostly indifference. I was listening to Sledgehammer by Peter Gabriel.

I spotted a bone on the floor, similar to when that German girl picked up a bone on our only date. A messenger of fate, perhaps? This bone belonged to an non-human animal. Its death likely came at the tooth and claw of another non-human animal. Does this make it a more noble death?

The bone weighed very heavily, but in a way that was easy to carry. In a way, it was like my first ever fantasy when I was a toddler, where I held a grain of sand that weighed as much as the world in the palm of my hand.

This is my new weapon. I can be walked to the ring by those who support me, and I may even have a tag partner. But sometimes, because I am more prepared, I am in that ring alone. Then Ric Flair's music from that film I hate came on. That scene with the apes and the bone that was aped in Barbie.

After that, I had to listen to Triple H, My Time (because he carried a sledgehammer). I crossed the road before the green man, and I drank some water. I hugged the rail and came out to see a German Shepherd sat on a canal boat gangway. I felt his spirit. I encountered another man and dog emerging from the tunnel. Very friendly looking both of them, but not remotely intimidating with their presence; which is avowedly a good thing. I felt the contrast. I walked through the tunnel screaming silently with strength and power like in that seminal scene in gangster No 1.

Then I saw the initial tall and intimidating guy finishing his loop in the opposite direction. He was no longer wary. He smiled as though were equals. More importantly, he smiled because in that very brief and fleeting moment, we had struck up a rapport. A mini-friendship, so to speak.

Eric has his sash of Impeccable Honour and Eternal Glory, Marengo has Mr Napoleon, Mr Napoleon has his Sword of...

Now I have my Sledgehammer ofFriendship:)

Let no man study literature or call himself a scholar who, although well-versed in the canon, is a stranger, or has only a passing acquaintance, in the sciences of:
>Grammar
>Logic
>Rhetoric
>Arithmetic
>Geometry
>Music
>Astronomy
>Philosophy
>Jurisprudence
>Medicine
>Theology

Would the composers of the Great American Songbook have applied their talents to classical music if they had not lived in an era where popular music was more lucrative?