/lit/ - Literature

>>8377622
>The overwhelming majority of 'genres' that have occurred in history all fall under the broken umbrella of 'classical'
Debatable, but in any case I figured he was referring to actual classical (as opposed to all "art music") which at it's very broadest is baroque through romanticism. I doubt the guy I was replying to would call stockhausen patrician, as these fedoras never do.

> People in Bach's age would find all music from 1930-2016 as homogenous as you guys would for early Baroque to Mozart
They really wouldn't though.

>>8357376
>>8357376
>Paint a better picture with words mate, it's amusing trying to convey something so specific.
lel, I'll try

Have you ever heard a description of a woman's orgasm as opposed to a man's?

Apparently they feel it differently to we do. For a man it's quite simple. Simmer the teapot til it whistles; the desire abates, the article rests.

For a woman it is otherwise.

It starts as a slow hum,
deep in the heart of her,
branching and veining and twisting it's tendrils
til the tips of her toes are electric to the touch.
The buds of her fingers are flowering with feeling
and the ghost in her chest has awoken from rest.
Her eyes start to rolling, her throat starts to moaning,
she's speaking in tongues, frenzied and afire,
she has no thoughts to turn to desire,
let alone to lament it,
it's grip has already slipped.

This is a thing I tried for a long time to understand. How could they be so different from us? Our orgasm bears more relation to the passing of wind or the shedding of shite than the madness of pleasure a woman comes to know.
Until I had my own demon catch me, and by contrast I could comprehend.

Like his counterpart he as born in my core,
but had none of the grace that she had as he bore
into skin and to bone and set marrow a-boiling,
he wrenched on my gut and turned my blood to poison,
the clothes on my back were like sandpaper.

The eyes in my skull were defenseless against the daggers of light that lunged through them, adding fuel to the fire that ravaged right behind my thoughts, barely out of reach.

He afforded no freedom to my thoughts, no dead peace of silence,
he took them in chains and set them to violence,
the desire in my heart it would never abate,
but through my torture it grew ever the greater
and as the demon it triumphed,
as I watched the last of me fall,
all I could ponder was
"AGGH MY BALLS!"

And so it became clear to me. The pitiful passing of putrid fluid that man in his folly equates to an orgasm is an irrelevance. And isn't it obvious? Such a desperate imbalance could not be permitted. No our fate is worse, or better. Our pride can live content in the knowledge that we are party to as deep an experience as the fairer sex, but our body and soul will lament our poor fate. For women, the spirit of love, life and companionship is the bliss of desire fulfilled. Ours is to suffer the torturous ruin and regret of desire denied.

>>8332654
>cont.

>No skills or talents.
Get some. It's easy, you just need practice. However, before you can get a skill you need an interest, otherwise it will be a chore. What music, films, etc. do you like?