/lit/ - Literature

For Whom the Bell Tolls

my elitist mother never let me watch anything but the news. she never let me listen to any music that she thought didn't make any sense, i was bound to fucking art rock, folk song and singer-songwriter shit. she always and still is devotedly liberal, though. let the other suffer is what she said when she tortured me.
in my 20s i discovered conan and I like him a lot. also i discovered porn. it was better than all the platonic semantics or the dreary slow-modem-connection style sex allusions of baudelaire; it was better than the christian love drivel going on between the repentant inconnue whores and equally repentant angreh Nietzscheans of M.D.Fyodor. It was better than all of Kafka's attempts at that "how the fuck does it work???"-feel-show-don't-tell;
but worst of all, lit, was that now I couldn't start a relationship with anyone outside of a thightly knit circle of teachers, preachers, politicians and their kids.
in came to be illiterate in popular culture. and now I devour games and porn and action cinema. and i don't even attach it to any of the aestheticist bullshit i've learnt. i just devour it in a post-ironic fashion and to regain what've missed. to become a modern day erudite adept at modern oratory.
and now I wonder: what, /LIT/, brings you here? what is your background? why do you read? why don't you play vidya? why don't you bate? why don't you listen to debilitating muzzack?