/lit/ - Literature

>>7901350
The time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place;
Man and boy stood cheering by,
And home we brought you shoulder-high.

Today, the road all runners come,
Shoulder-high we bring you home,
And set you at your threshold down,
Townsman of a stiller town.

Smart lad, to slip betimes away
From fields where glory does not stay,
And early though the laurel grows
It withers quicker than the rose.

Eyes the shady night has shut
Cannot see the record cut,
And silence sounds no worse than cheers
After earth has stopped the ears.

Now you will not swell the rout
Of lads that wore their honours out,
Runners whom renown outran
And the name died before the man.

So set, before its echoes fade,
The fleet foot on the sill of shade,
And hold to the low lintel up
The still-defended challenge-cup.

And round that early-laurelled head
Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead,
And find unwithered on its curls
The garland briefer than a girl’s.

>>6812919
I was struck by the philosophy of the vampires in Interview with the Vampire and The Vampire Lestat.

You may say it's superficial pulp, but no, it is actually a quite compelling outlook--the worship of the erotic and aesthetic.

Search for the sublimely erotic in the bowels of hell. Join the furry and hentai communities--there you will see things that can only be described as divine experiences, when you get over your revulsion.

Anne Rice herself was a hardcore BDSM author before she wrote those books--which are often snuff porn in themselves--so I like to think I understood what she was trying to say.

Find where outcast artists congregate, artists who use negative capability and pursue the erotic and aesthetic to their ultimate forms. Perhaps become one yourself.

Dionysian or Apollonian?