/lit/ - Literature

>>10893826
good laddie

>>10835879
I was actually going to mention molinism anon

Is there any reason to study the occult if you aren't schizophrenic? Is there an academic way to study this shit? If so, where should I start?

>>10774271
>Origen

muh nigga

>>10720307
thanks, /pol9k/
(u) always there for me

>both in the top 100

nice

>>10613766
I did yesterday!

>>10573382

This is actually a good thread, lots of interesting discussion. Good job /lit/

>>10516450
Good post fren

/lit/ , whats a good philosophy podcast to listen to?

>tfw u start makin progress on ur story

>>10401433
Get her to post here

>>10395958
Das right mane. Anyone got Cioran memes they can dump?

>>10387314
Good post bae

>>10381365
Keep it up anon

I'm writing a cyberpunk novel set in a de jure independent city which includes 3 protagonists; the leader of the resistance group, the leader of the secret police and a rogue character who has connections to the Chancellor

Where do I start with the Pre-Socratics? Is Thales worth getting into?

(Lord don't make it out alive)
I wake up every morning
Wishing my folks were in mourning
and that I found the strength to hang myself last night

I wake up every day
saying I'll never be okay
and that I'll go to great lengths to hang myself tonight

I'm dead set on hanging numb
I'm on course for living dumb
Though my mind is in the gutter
And my heart is yet to flutter
I may yet survive
I may yet survive
Lord hope I don't make it out alive
Lord don't let me make it out alive

Though my love life's dead and gone
And my time here won't be long
I may yet survive
I may yet survive
Lord don't let me make it out alive

It's an odd mix sleeping with no rest
When you really try your best
And though I know I'll fail life's test
I may yet survive
I may yet survive
Lord hope I don't make it out alive
Lord, Don't let me make it out alive

And no I don't want to be saved
There's no room for us depraved
I may yet survive
I may yet surive

I wake up with my love gone
saying I've finally moved on
But by end of the night
I've given up on this fight
So I live life in a drunken blur
Playing every song that makes me think of her
she may yet survive
she may yet survive
Lord help this girl survive
Lord help this girl survive
Lord she may yet make it out alive

>>10128789

I am writing a cyberpunk novel whose main character is a member of the state's secret police

>>10080987
underrated

(Quitting on unrequitted love)
Now theres this part where I'm not sure
This question that aches me down to my core
I think I may have finally found the one
But if she don't love me, my work here is done

I love this girl, I love her eyes, her hair
But to my schoolyard crush she just doesn't compare
There's no focused view when I look at her face
I'm not sure if it's really love in this case

Now there's this fact hat completely kills me
the lowest part is we got no chemistry
It's time to clear my delusions of reality
It's time to stand up for how I really feel
time to understand what I'm feeling isn't real

I've gotten to the point where I crave defeat
So I can hurdle up in my hole and retreat
I know the two of us ain't soul bound
But I just want one night out on the town
One disappointing night
To make things right
Right in my mind
To recognize
she was not one of my kind
So I would know
The truth of how things go
How she really isn't the one for me
How for her my heart doesn't need to bleed

But I've seen we've already split
And neither of us seem to give a damn shit
Cause we've yet to see one another
And neither of us can seem to bother
I'll die with her on my mind
Still, though I wish I could rewind
She was not one of my kind

(One for the Hermits)
Why are even the saddest songs, ones written in strife,
written about people who had a real, social life
Where are the songs about the hermits who never tried?
What songs were sung of their tears when they cried?

What songs were written for those who necked themselves before their story began?
Or those whose closest ties to love was a numb left hand?
Who never came out of their shell and died enclosed?
Or whose feelings, thoughts, even a book died undisclosed?

These forgotten men are who I stand up and sing for
Let them have one song they can truly call their own
Who endure a silent and apathetic suffering we can't handle anymore
Let the suffering of these men be respectfully shown

They left no cry, They left no echo
For if they cried, none shall know
They cried alone but to no pair of ear
Just a wish to be average
but it was never quite near

(Some kind of goal)
Good god knows with love that I've tried my best
Good god knows theres got to be some kind of love in this chest
Theres got to be some kind of twin soul
Good god there must be some kind of goal

Good god, I can't live on this damn social path
Good god I'm doomed to be another sociopath
There's gotta be some kind of love for me to be found
But maybe it's me who lacks some chemical compound

I know I'll never find a real connection
I know in love I never will be
I know I'll never find the right direction
I know sex is not all it's cracked up to be
But Good god love is all I've ever wanted
And Good god do I feel haunted
by this emptiness that's inside of me
Good God is this really how it ends for me?

>>10074291
You can be part of the problem if you want, but that would be a choice of yours: don't find justifications in the behaviour of others. Be a model instead, and champion your beliefs.

Let's make /lit/ great again.