/lit/ - Literature

The pianist.

I drew the heavy bulk of plastic from my shoulder, hurling it forward onto the metal stand. A dull ache pulsated in my forearms, and for a moment the faint pain's whispering echo rolled through every inch of my body. I was tired, hungover in fact from a heavy night of drinking. As often before I glanced lazily into the audience, studying each face clumsily. The expressions seemed worn and confused, as if each one were recovering from some great battle or famine. And suddenly it all fell away, an eternity in that moment, the reality of the room seemed like a distant fantasy now. Bach had taken over, frantically each pitch rose and fell. In one brief moment the immense tones danced like a flame and then dissipated into silence. Mozart was there too, babbling like a newborn. The image of dead bodies piled upon one another in unmarked graves was a sober reminder of what was to come, perhaps for us all, and yet Mozart delicately laughed at death it seemed with each passing phrase.

Her whole life she had been complimented and chased by shallow, weak willed, men. She reckoned herself to be a unique individual. She stared into the mirror preening herself like a bird. Now stark naked she peeled open her butt cheeks. As she glanced at the reflection of her gaping asshole it seemed as if she was staring into the very eye of God. It was then that she became aware of the grotesque nature of her alien form, and it troubled her. Her humanity disturbed her in a way that she was unable to articulate. All the posturing, strutting, and courtship seemed absurd suddenly. She peered deeper into her butthole as if it held some key, to some dark secret of her soul that would not set her free.

>>5584610
Marcel proust, see-in search of lost time

Antonio Vivaldi

Confucius

>>5548007
I wanted to transcend my ego.

I wanted to liberate myself from suffering and I thought literature, art, music, science, math, etc. could somehow do that.

In the end the only thing that happened is I became to smart for my own good lost my GF, Job, finances in shambles, on the edge. Considering suicide because I had the misfortune to be born into a land where the arts are not appreciated (classical musician here) think about suicide a lot as of late.

I can play pieces from the well tempered clavier, two part inventions, fugues (all Bach with some Mozart)

No where for me to play no venues want us classical musicians anymore. no money. consider suicide daily.

>>5440143
>absinth

have fun killing a shit tone of braincells.

why not stick with whiskey like a true irish man?

>>5428565
Wow, that's completely unrelated to what the OP said in many ways.

>talks about mass produced genetically egineered food being tested on the public

"lol hes poor guise, fucking crybabay"

>talks about the lowest common denominator element present within media and advertising, alludes to his disdain with mediocrity

"lol loser pull yourself up by yer bootstraps hurr durr"

What is up with your reading comprehension?