/lit/ - Literature

>>13780240
True antinatalists agree with enlightenment in everything.
Build buildings, not for humans, but for sociological human models in which the unit is neither the family unit nor the individual, but something closer resembling of their true inhabitant; the mold.
Humans attempting to fit this mold will inevitably break, leading to depression, atheism, materialism, enlightenment thinking, capitalism and communism, antinatalism or anything else of the sort. They will never, - never -, admit they were wrong about their enlightenment, equality or monetary principles or even their history. No, they would rather begrudgingly drag themselves and millions of others to an early grave.
Now they waste their time making a mockery of good things, together with their owners; the scum actually fit to the ghetto life.

Now everybody is a slave and will remain a slave. Satan and his slave mongrel-offspring rule the Earth.
Thanks jews and egalitarians. We all needed to be lied to our entire lives!

>>13581320
>being this scared of a theory of aestetic
dude.

>>10846570
I don't think I can find sens'ous, but Spenser and Milton put them in where convenient, like
>orepow'rd
Although they did have a more uniform use of it, to be fair. And it's also not like I'm using them for the Hell of it, but what do you suggest I change it to?

>>10824405
>Kentucky
I miss home

>>10640740
No problem. If you want the player to care somewhat about the story, then know your audience and make it compelling to them.

Any literature that deals with nostalgia and coming-of-age? Something like Catcher in the Rye, but less mournful, about the protagonist learning to face the challenges that life will throw at him.

Wordsworth's Tintern Abbey is close to what I'm looking for, but in the form of a narrative.

Pic very much related

>>10238746
Here is something from a Houellebecq that smashed me in the feels that you might relate to.

>Sure. It's been hopeless for a long time, from the very beginning. You will never represent, Raphaël, a young girl's erotic dream. You have to resign yourself to the inevitable; such things are not for you. It's already too late, in any case. The sexual failure you've known since your adolescence, Raphaël, the frustration that has followed you since the age of thirteen, will leave their indelible mark. Even supposing that you might have women in the future - which in all frankness I doubt - this will not be enough; nothing will ever be enough. You will always be an orphan to those adolescent loves you never knew. In you the wound is already deep

Sometimes I wish I never read at all so that I would be blind to such beautiful possibilities of love and companionship.

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Which book is the best introduction to academic literary theory? I want to learn how a text makes the reader feel and think, and what the author does to communicate their intentions.

I will never finish Ulysses. I think it's a bore and a waste of my time. Meme-tier. Joyce has become proto-DFW.

Rupi Kaur's work has no literary merit whatsoever, but some of her "" ""poems"" "" kinda resonate with me. If it wasn't for the bitchmade contemporary feminism (disgrace to its origins) and the abuse of the race card, she could completely replace my guilty pleasure. Which is reading easy-to-digest instapoets and deepmemes. Pic related.

I like Camus. No joke.

The suffering artist is a romantic and attractive concept no matter how cliche. I don't despise it.

I think you guys are contrarian in everything.
>don't LARP as X, it's cringe
>be yourself
>lmao stop trying to be original faggot don't be yourself

Hemingway is good,

Pynchon is not.

English poetry sucks bar a few examples.

I mostly post drunk.

I think that's about it rn.

.t drunk

Don't you guys tire...of this routine. I can't even stand replying to people of modern politics. I myself was guilty of impersonating them for humorous effect but it has clearly gone too far.

/lit/ for the chronically depressed?
What brought light into your corner of the universe?

The amount of metaphorical hand-waving involved in his assessment of Ellis, coupled with the current-year drones of "/lit/" MFA students all displaying an unread copy of Infinite Jest on their shelves with the spine turned to the left so you can see the cover like it's on fucking sale in their living rooms is one way of illustrating why I get hot-headed over people acting like Postmodernism is dead somehow. For real fuck [1] Jordan Petersen but fuck DFW too, before you wash the sheets. I respect the work ethic of both, surely, but how trite can one man be? This criticism literally amounts to
>Fiction should make us feel good
>American Psycho made me feel bad
>Only pseuds are interested in making riddles out of feeling bad
>I want to make twice the riddle out of feeling good
>Oops it didn't work
>Guess it's time to buy rope
>Do as I say, not as I dooooooo
>Wait, what was I even saying again?
>THE SHADOW OF MY SNEAKERS IS INK BLACK [2].

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1. this post has been deleted and reposted once, correcting a typo originally occurring at this location in the text.
2. choking noises

>>9605320
The amount of metaphorical hand-waving involved in his assessment of Ellis, coupled with the current-year drones of "/lit/" MFA students all displaying an unread copy of Infinite Jest on their shelves with the spine turned to the left so you can see the cover like it's on fucking sale in their living rooms is one way of illustrating why I get hot-headed over people acting like Postmodernism is dead somehow. For real fucking Jordan Petersen but fuck DFW too, before you wash the sheets. I respect the work ethic of both, surely, but how trite can one man be? This criticism literally amounts to
>Fiction should make us feel good
>American Psycho made me feel bad
>Only pseuds are interested in making riddles out of feeling bad
>I want to make twice the riddle out of feeling good
>Oops it didn't work
>Guess it's time to buy rope
>Do as I say, not as I dooooooo
>Wait, what was I even saying again?
>THE SHADOW OF MY SNEAKERS IS INK BLACK [1].

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1. choking noises

>>9451760
Well at least you've found a path to enlightenment amidst the throngs of letztemenschen, anon. Please, share with me your revelations--I am desperate to know what structures and methods a truly ascendant master shitposter such as yourself employs to re-invigorate and re-animate the corpses of meaning and language. Help me senpai, I am but a humble faggot, lost deep within the folds of a nihilist garment wrapped round the intoxicating figure of a woman that isn't and hasn't, nor ever will be! I cannot help but breathe so deeply, the image of her burns in my mind like a tangle of seductive associations and to myself above her I am grateful for the likeness; she is so beautiful, anon. She is so beautiful and I am lost. Spare me these metaphors, I am literally begging you. Give to me your post-wisdom. Gift me but a single moment's desperate suckle from the tit of your encompassing capacity. But post it here, the one time anon. The once only, and I'll covet the thing for the rest of my short life--perhaps I'll even carry the glimmer of it in my eye where the reflection of my shoes should be when in my inevitable ignorance of the nature of your words I carry them through the rope and I'll taste the shape of them on my tongue where instead I might have only felt the scraping and bulging in my neck. Please, anon. Just let me read it.

Type the words.