/lit/ - Literature

When you’re such a degenerate, broken nation that the best stylist of your language is a Romanian immigrant who learned French after he came to Paris. Not only that, but he also thinks he is too good to accept your prizes. Out of all the 20th century existentialists, he had the most hardcore philosophy and his prose packed quite a punch. He is just now being discovered by the wider reading world (read the Anglophones) through Ligotti, Eugene Thackeray and “True Detective”. I bet you that in a hundred years from now, Camus will be seen as a discount version of Cioran.

Hi /lit/. I've been reading for years now and I've arrived at a huge crossroads. I will be 30 next year.

I've accepted that the conventional idea of success - marriage, family, a career - is something that was never meant for me. My question is, what do I do now?

Go full ascetic and contemplate the divine until death, or stay in society and fight back against the evil I perceive in the world? Just consuming and riding the media hype cycle for decades is completely out of the question.

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>2. Not looking at attractive women, and looking away if they enter your field of vision

imo this is cuck shit, anyone can get over a desire when it isn't in your face. you have to face the desire in-itself. Zizek gets at this perfectly:

>Recall the old Catholic strategy to guard men against the temptation of the flesh: when you see in front of you a voluptuous feminine body, imagine how it will look in a couple of decades - the dried skin, sagging breasts... (Or, even better, imagine what lurks now already beneath the skin: raw flesh and bones, inner fluids, half-digested food and excrements...) Far from enacting a return to the Real destined to break the imaginary spell of the body, such a procedure equals the escape from the Real, the Real announcing itself in the seductive appearance of the naked body. That is to say, in the opposition between the spectral appearance of the sexualized body and the repulsive body in decay, it is the spectral appearance with is the Real, and the decaying body which is reality - we take recourse to the decaying body in order to avoid the deadly fascination of the Real which threatens to draw us into its vortex of jouissance.

you have to overcome the male lust for the feminine at its core

>The lion or the tiger, not man, should have the place he occupies in the scale of creatures. But it is never the strong, it is the weak who crave and who gain power, by the combined effect of cunning and madness. Because the beast feels no need to increase its strength, which is genuine, it does not lower itself to tools.

Lmao holy shit how will might is right cucks ever recover?