/lit/ - Literature

The van sped down the dirt track as the sun descended past the rim of the earth. Blair pulled into the empty lot filling the air with dust. The van was a beat up ‘85 Chevy like the kind kidnappers in dreams drive. The show was sold out. If all went well there would be plenty of girls. Easy pickings. Blair had been with the band two months and he’d already been with more women than he had in his entire 19 years prior. He’d also seen more meanness, violence, and wickedness than he reckoned he’d ever hope to see in a lifetime. Only the promise of new girls at each show kept him from leaving. He and his fellow roadie Jefferson had already unloaded most of the equipment by the time the band’s tour bus arrived.

Blair wiped his brow with a cloth. First off the bus was Julius, the band’s drummer, he had to bow his head as he stepped out. The bus shifted on its axle as he moved from the vehicle to the ground. Next came Cameron, the lead singer and guitarist. He was laughing at some story or joke just told to him by Brown, who followed close behind. Brown was the bassist, a thin man with long dark hair. He nodded towards the roadies before following his compatriots off towards the stage. Blair looked at Jefferson and shrugged. They followed the rest inside.

The venue was an abandoned warehouse. It sat in the shadow of an old steel mill and they alone were distinct in that otherwise flat and featureless landscape. It was far from any town. Old steel containers leaked some vile black liquid about their corners, mixing with the dust there about giving that space a mottled gray patina.

Most of the window frames were empty or covered in cork boards. Graffiti had long since been scrubbed off or faded, roof tiles rippled by the wind. Any glass left in the windows was cracked, and the red paint that once covered the walls was faded and flaked like the skin of an ancient mechanism. A hulking machine that had been used for reasons long forgotten now lay idle inside. It sat next to the stage like some broken guardian.

There would be no time for a sound check. It was 7 and the gig started at 8. Fans had begun to arrive and mill about in the carpark. Jefferson and Blair made final checks to the equipment. They expected a full house, and they expected right.

Books with suicidal characters?

Only a week or so ago I heard about an author who "only wrote five books, each one a masterpiece in its own right" but now I've forgotten what his name was. I'm pretty sure I even made a thread about him on /lit/, but I can't find that thread in the archive. Does anyone know who he might have been? I remember looking at his Wiki article and seeing that at least one of his books was made into a movie.

How to make sure i dont reincarnate

>1000 page debut novel due before I become homeless
>haven't even begun outlining the plot or characters

I should preface that the person that met up with me gave me head.

>intellectualism is dead
>pseudointellectial rhetoricians are all that is left
>aestheticism is dead
>anime is dying
>retarded philisophically illiterate larping positivist reductionist scientists that havent realized positivism and biological reductionism are dead and retarded are trying to imperialize every field and regard philosophy and the humanities as worthless and people are retarded enough to follow them
>the literary soul is dead
>everything is boring but people are to exhausted from their braindead job to realize how badly they are being fucked out of their lives to do anything about it
>nothing but brainlessness and tastelessness left
>petit bourgeois values have taken over the world

why havent you killed yourself yet?

>>13308461
>tfw genuinely want to unplug myself and dedicate most of each day to writing until I make it
>instead I can't seem to shake off my habit of browsing the internet for cheap dopamine hits

>Rupi Kaur is going to be known as the greatest poet of the 21st century
>JK Rowling is going to be known as the greatest novelist of the 21st century
>Peterson is going to be known as the greatest philosopher of the 21st century
>All the great writers of the last century are dying one by one

>no one will ever invent a new poetic technique

Does modern life cause depression?

>>13015579
But I have no discernible talent

There is nothing beautiful left in the world. Man has lost his myths as the cult of science tries to codify everything. The culture is garbage, literature is dying, art is dying, etc. Everything has been commodified and if you try to oppose the system your actions are subsumed by the system. There are no limits to anything anymore, there is no radicality left, there is no meaning in terrorism as death has lost its meaning. Sex has lost its mystery as the world has been flooded by pornography. This culture of hyper-individuality has turned everyone against themselves, everyone explloits himself. Mental illness has been unpoliticized and are taught that we own our mental illness and it is our own fault and the mental illness industry dopes us on drugs. Teenangers being depressed is apparently normal in this society. There is no more community, there is no more family, we all live in arrangements and are taught that the corporation has a soul.

literachur 4 dis fel?

There is nothing beautiful left in the world. Man has lost his myths as the cult of science tries to codify everything. The culture is garbage, literature is dying, art is dying, etc. Everything has been commodified and if you try to oppose the system your actions are subsumed by the system. There are no limits to anything anymore, there is no radicality left, there is no meaning in terrorism as death has lost its meaning. Sex has lost its mystery as the world has been flooded by pornography. This culture of hyper-individuality has turned everyone against themselves, everyone explloits himself. Mental illness has been unpoliticized and are taught that we own our mental illness and it is our own fault and the mental illness industry dopes us on drugs. Teenangers being depressed is apparently normal in this society. There is no more community, there is no more family, we all live in arrangements and are taught that the corporation has a soul.

Book for this feel?

How do you cope with the modern world being garbage? The culture is literally shit it is all about consuming the most garbage. Literature is dying, film is dying, anime is dying everything is boring the only motive to do anything is the accumulation of more capital. Most of the mystery has been washed away from the world, there is no mystery to sex anymore the world has been flooded with pornography and yoga pants it is all so boring. I feel like only thing for me to do is to become a recluse and read books all day..

What can I do as someone who is friendless and has no connections poorfag (i go to uni for free tho) who will be getting an English degree in 2 years? I don't want to work I just want to read books.

>>12615166
Please never procreate.

>>12397055
oh...

>>11543075

>>11381999
>INTJ
>27
>Blood Meridian

>>11378573
While this is a fine perspective on the industry, as an artist I can't justify betraying my work to suck cock. I would rather write for myself instead of write for a crowd of jerk lipped normies and ad-men. This means, like plenty of great writers you've heard of and plenty more you never will, I will write and die in obscurity and whatever happens to my literary archive afterward can suck my titanic, indifferent, indisputably literarily meritous ballsack. Fuck agents, fuck marketing, fuck normies, fuck publishers and fuck the industry. Time I spend not hammering my prose to fellate any of those entities is time I wasn't forging literature and that's unforgivable. I'm beyond caring, work my day job, and if at some happy point before I die I see some swath of my work in print or I meet Sylvia Beach--what a nice day that will be. Until then, I'll work for death and only care what the people who I respect have to say about my writing.

what is absolute idealism

>>11267436
>this post
Christ, /lit/ sure is depressing these days.

>>11062484
o fug