/lit/ - Literature

>>11105761
chuck that frisbee with the blessings of CaveTwitter then my man. it's been a pleasure. until whenever.

i'm wondering something else now, maybe interesting, maybe not, from this thread. it's there's something really fucking interesting about /lit/ threads that is sort of like a *modularity.* nobody really knows how these threads will go. a thread can seem, perhaps, dull...and then suddenly - this is the perhaps way of all such micronesian tap-dancing boards - a new thought, or an entirely new poster, can come into it, and then, all of a sudden, everything changes...no?

>from defeat, to defeat, to defeat, to total victory

it is the fact that threads *cannot be predicted in advance* that makes them interesting collective thought-experiments...where do ideas come from, exactly? if you are a lonely and isolated philosoraptor quietly going insane trying to predict or monitor capitalism, whatever, the unpredictability of events can drive you mental - see bataille on chance, for instance, or land - but if you don't have an investment in a thing, or if ownership of a thing (like a thread, for instance) is just impossible...then you never know what can happen, and that's actually a *good* thing.

i don't know how interesting this is...but it's on my mind now, for some reason. the idea of chaos, or unpredictability, or how much a thing is improved by adding additional parts to it, that change the meaning of threads...by being exposed to chaos...

...right? you don't know where things are going to go. it's like teaching moments, or happy accidents. threads are basically subject to change all the time because they are open-ended...and i can, for instance, write post after post, having no idea why it is that i need to do so...until suddenly, someone else comes in, and then it all makes sense. maybe it goes in a new direction afterwards, maybe there is synchronicity, maybe not...there is something fundamentally beautiful, in other words, about limited anarchy. precisely because it's unpredictable. you don't *need* to know why you say things...maybe it's only to prompt something else. like fireworks...they look good when they blow up, as they do, in a kind of disorder...

more street fighter art then because reasons. i don't know why i like this picture but there's just something perfect about it.

also: fuck/aah/words. whatever. you know what i mean. just that. just that.