/lit/ - Literature

>Dante was hopelessly infatuated with the same woman for his entire life
>resorted to teenager with a crush tier shit like frequenting spots she visited just to catch a glimpse of her
>dreamt about her
>lost her at the age of 25 and never got over it
Any books or other authors with this feel? I had to read the Divine Comedy in High School and analyzed the entire damn thing line by line, so I'm pretty burnt out on Dante himself. Goethe is also overdone, I think everyone in Europe had to read that damn guy in school.

Who are some other based /lit/ stalkers?

Share your own tales of your oneitis muses, friends.

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Are you the Italian who was schooling my fellow Anglos and Americans on Dante? I think that I was the only native Anglo in that thread who said to read an Italian edition of the Divine Comedy rather than some criticism in English.

Frankly I'm impressed by your high school curriculum. We read more Steinbeck than Shakespeare in America and my British girlfriend told me they read Tennessee Williams instead of Shakespeare in college. We also rarely if ever read poetry in school. The state of Anglo education is pathetic.

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What about this picture? The lady in red is a bit of a tart too, isn't she?

The two mistakes you can make with women is to look at them as angels or look at them as beasts.

Most men growing up are taught to romanticise women and view them as perfect angels to be sought after, who can be trusted, and who can secure one's happiness.

When this naive and sentimental view falls through a lot of men over-react and view women simply as beasts. We see the return of a pagan mindset where women are to be treated as slaves. We get all the rhetoric about "alpha male" and "beta male" and the need to be dominant. Beneath this desire to be "dominant" is the same fear of being hurt. Afraid now of exposing themselves to a woman and putting their heart at a woman's mercy, they harden their hearts against women and become an enemy of their race.

The pagans who treated their women as slaves were not all that happy with their relationships. I think I remember Nietzsche saying somewhere that one of the reasons why the Greek men were so attracted to one and other is because they found no friendship between themselves and their wives, because of the very low status of women.

"And Adam said: This now is bone of my bones, and flesh of my flesh; she shall be called woman, because she was taken out of man. Wherefore a man shall leave father and mother, and shall cleave to his wife: and they shall be two in one flesh."

Man & Woman are natural friends. They complete one and other bodily. Romance is Adam's yearning for his lost rib and Eve's yearning to fix the broken Adam and rest in him.

To make an angel out of a woman is cruel and unfair because it puts an unrealistic expectation on them that they can never meet. But to treat women merely as beasts is to rob them of their humanity and makes friendship with them impossible.

Feminism has made many women miserable by insinuating into their minds the notion that Man is her natural enemy. Women are encouraged by the surrounding culture to be promiscuous, a lot of men encourage to them to be so; when they are so they are surprised to find how little joy this activity gives them, how eager other women are to call them sluts, how indifferent the men they sleep with can be to them.

There is an insidious plot in the culture. If you look it is not hard to discover that elite members of society over the last 100 years have adopted Malthusian concepts of population control and the need to limit families and childbirth. This has lead to the promotion of things like contraception, abortion, easy divorce, early promiscuity (the more sexual partners you have before marriage the more likely your marriage will fail), sterile forms of sex (e.g. sodomy). This strategy comes through in the media where girls are taught to be Disney princesses at a young age waiting on their Prince Charming, and then vile sluts as soon as they come of age - the transformation of Hannah Montana into Miley Cyrus, and many other Disney stars. Here we have that angelic view of the opposite sex quickly turned into that bestial view.

>he fell for the cult of romance

sorry m8, you can't base your happiness on the passion of a woman (same goes for women, they can't do the same; human passion isn't trustworthy). This is part of the reason why marriage exists (or used to exist), so that the relationship would be under a higher dialectic than passion. If your relationship can at any moment end because your partner's feelings change, then you have to admit that you're a fool for being in that relationship.

Despite what contemporary film, music, and literature would like to tell you, romance isn't the key to happiness. There's two mistakes you can make with women: to treat them like beasts, or to treat them like angels. Sometimes the second is the worst.

What are some good, preferably short, works of poetry and prose that help you deal with feels of unrequited love?

>To fall in love is to create a religion that has a fallible god. That Dante professed an idolatrous adoration for Beatrice is a truth that does not bear contradicting; that she once ridiculed him and another time rebuffed him are facts recorded by the Vita nuova. Some maintain that those facts are symbolic of others. If that were true, it would strengthen even more our certainty of an unhappy and superstitious love. Dante, when Beatrice was dead, when Beatrice was lost forever, played with the idea of finding her, to mitigate his sorrow. I believe that he erected the triple architecture of his poem simply to insert that encounter.

>Beatrice existed infinitely for Dante. Dante very little, perhaps not at all, for Beatrice. All of us tend to forget, put of pity, out of veneration, this grievous discord which for Dante was unforgettable. Reading and rereading the vicissitudes of their illusory meeting, I think of the two lovers that Alighieri dreamed in the hurricane of the second circle and who, whether or not he understood or wanted them to be, were obscure emblems of the joy he did not attain. I think of Paolo and Francesca, forever united in their Inferno: questi, che mai da me non fia diviso [this one, who never shall be parted from me]. With frightening love, with anxiety, with admiration, with envy, Dante must have formed that line.