/lit/ - Literature

>>5751071

Waiting for Godot is hilarious.

>>5750898
>he was impossible to dislike
>ordered to commit society by popular vote

I love it when /lit/ reveals that it doesn't read.

>>5750903
>Do they even like books, I wonder?

Of course not. Do feminist 'video game journalists' like games? Some do, but it's by no means a requirement.

>>5739668

For sale: penis, never sucked.

>>5730175

How old is this text, pinhead?

>>5729838

Data

>>5729607

It's not a novel but Virtual Futures: Cyberotics and Posthuman Pragmatism is a very good academic text on the subject.

>>5717304

>not being both

You're small time baby.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r911eFy9y5w

>>5711318

Either way you have to be pretty fucking retarded not to have enough tact to be a cunt towards the person who's going to be grading you.

>>5710368

>tfw your professor makes a joke about Hegel's bagels in class

>>5710323

Well, I do have a degree in linguistics. So you can rest assured that you don't have to condescend to me and tell me I need to read pop-linguistics texts.

>>5710194

I can honestly say that browsing and shitposting on /pol/ and /lit/ has improved my persuasive abilities in real life, because if you can handle the banter among these hyperaggressive contrarian autismfucks normal people are a piece of cake.

>>5710241

Do you have a degree in linguistics?

>>5699338

sauce on pic?

>>5708637

Yes, really.

>>5710016

I'm still trying to work out why he wrote Harrison Bergeron if he was such a massive leftist.

>>5708118

Nah m8, the ending with the Spanish priest is about as comfy as literature can get.

OP's experience is like a real-life demonstration of why Investigations > Tractatus

>>5708070

You fucking pleb, Bataille isn't even edgy. He's comfy as bro.

>>5706279

Somebody tweet Bataille - Story of the Eye to her.

>>5706554

OP here.

According to Mayr, you can't reduce evolutionary biology to physics and chemistry because genetic programs and natural selection can't be explained at that level.

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>>5698843

That's all of it. I know it isn't anything great but I like these threads.

>>5698842

DEUS EX NINTENDO

15 Incarnated as Yoshi and speeding along Rainbow Road, Esperon hopes, whether he triumphs or fails, that Cortaran will yield and provide some clue to the disaster, some reduction of its scope to this lonely desert, some… hope of salvation for his career and his mortal existence.
‘Get behind me, Stan!’
But even as he discharges a banana peel in the path of Cortaran’s Donkey Kong and approaches the finish line, the answer presents itself to him, rising soundlessly from the neon ribbon of the Rainbow Road and its attendant void, echoing the treachery of those blinding colours shimmering all along the unfolding road, a code eternally returning to its oblivion... revelation under the wheels of a pixellated go-kart.

The exchange of history for a signifier.

The purification of Being in Capital.

Capital speaking itself in a pristine pure syntax.

Capital perpetuating the growth of Capital, and growing to perpetuate its growth.

As bodies fall out of its calculations.

Billions of bodies trembling with hunger in cities and dwellings located nowhere in our calculus.

The world inflamed in its flesh and joints, repressed anguish erupting in the swarming of mobs, the toppling of façades, the seizure of nuclear weapons.

Geotrauma... we cannot eat information.

Entirely unnoticed by the software engineers of ghostly Capital and the fanatics who had unleashed its carnivorous logic.

Until now.

***

16 The screen fades to black and Esperon turns to Cortaran, who has resumed winding his noose.
‘I see now. We really are utterly fucked, aren’t we?’
‘Yes. Not even Megiddo realized that La Berinta was not even really his idea, but was only speaking through him. And what you see outside is its final collapse. La Berinta will take us all with it.’
‘I’m going up to the roof. I want to see it for myself.’
‘I’ll go with you, then. It’s such nice weather out.’
Together they depart and ascend via the stairwell to the open rooftop of the building. From here the desert extends in all directions, its sands and parched bushes growing slowly darker as the eye of the sun is infarcted with cloud, from above and below. Each intermittent atomic blast obscuring the distant figure of San Francisco is louder than the one before. The Earth rends itself with great thrusting Fault-Lines from which ascend terrible deathly Fires that scorch and suffocate the very Air. The Heavens open and from their Bower is loos’d a tremendous Deluge of burning copper Shekels and glossy, greasy Dollar Bills.
Somewhere below the tea party proceeds and voices rise up from the garden:

‘Oh God, I’m coming!’

‘Amen.’

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11 Stan Cortaran’s office is just beyond the point where the windowed section of the corridor ends, and looking over his shoulder one last time Esperon sees the mushroom clouds have grown and multiplied, thrusting up to meet the dense storm clouds rapidly forming above, closing cancerous black around the still blinding sun. Reaching the door to Cortaran’s office and trying the handle, Esperon enters to find the room empty.
Then, a lilting tune catches his ear. Venturing further into the office, Esperon finds Stanley Cortaran, white-haired and skeletal, seated cross-legged on the floor and winding a bedsheet noose hand over hand. He is whistling ‘Glory, Hallelujah’.

***

12 The company and its culture grew ever more ubiquitous, and as the social and technological advances of this living testament to the potential of human creativity (when untrammeled by state bureaucracy) acquired international fame and prestige, it was further agreed that some means of defense from the jealous scheming of International Statism be devised. Thus it was that the fittest among the La Berinta staff were trained and equipped for service in the Retaliatory Munitions entourage (the R-Me).

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13 ‘Stan, what are you doing? We have to get out of here!’
‘It’s... all over now, Leo. I would have warned you that it might come to this, but I suspected you were coming to your own conclusions...’
‘About Mencius?’
Cortaran laughs, ‘you think Megiddo is behind this? The world is coming to an end, and you think this is all the work of some schmuck from Fairfax with a word processor and a Messiah complex? This goes far, far beyond Mencius, my friend.’
‘Then who is responsible, and why is everyone around here losing their minds?’
‘I will tell you, but only if you can beat me at Mario Kart.’
‘Okay.’

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14 Many soon grew to dislike the work involved, but all acknowledged that it sure beat the hell out of succumbing once again to the tyranny of government rule, and in any case one could usually avoid the R-Me, as long as one met the tacks.

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