/lit/ - Literature

DFW

>>17105026

What was his deal?

>it's a hal remininces about his dad's movie about twinks getting forcibly and violently pozzed up chapter

Fascinating that Americans think a socdem is Lenin reborn

My group: handsome, intelligent, strong
Their group: ugly, dumb, weak

>>13264764
State of this place

In what form does masculinity take in the 21st century?
Unlike 70 years ago, fighting in wars is not considered as masculine anymore, or at least isnt what comes to mind when the word masculinity is brought up. Many young men are lost online as well, falling into traps like fascism or Peterson in an attempt to find masculinity?
With the advent of the digital age especially, and internet interaction taking up such a part of our lives, how has the concept of masculinity changed?

>qt recommends I read Martin Eden
>says it reminds her of me

>>12613056
What are you drinking this fine morning? Are you reading?

All of those posts were made by the same person (You), as were all the posts in this thread
saged and reportpilled

>>11947151
I kinda miss Claude. Not really because he was a terrible poster, but I’m kinda afraid he eliminated his own map because of our bullying.

>>11941168
you’re never gonna make it as a writer if you can’t even select the most aesthetic picture of dfw drinking from a cup on a german television interview from 2003

>The truth is you already know what it’s like. You already know the difference between the size and speed of everything that flashes through you and the tiny inadequate bit of it all you can ever let any- one know. As though inside you is this enormous room full of what seems like everything in the whole universe at one time or another and yet the only parts that get out have to somehow squeeze out through one of those tiny keyholes you see under the knob in older doors. As if we are all trying to see each other through these tiny keyholes. But it does have a knob, the door can open. But not in the way you think. But what if you could? Think for a second — what if all the infinitely dense and shifting worlds of stuff inside you every moment of your life turned out now to be somehow fully open and expressible after-ward, after what you think of as you has died, because what if afterward, now each moment itself is an infinite sea or span or passage of time in which to express it or convey it, and you don’t even need any organized English, you can as they say open the door and be in anyone else’s room in all your own multiform forms and ideas and facets? Because listen — we don’t have much time, here’s where Lily Cache slopes slightly down and the banks start getting steep, and you can just make out the outlines of the unlit sign for the farmstand that’s never open anymore, the last sign before the bridge — so listen: What exactly do you think you are? The millions and trillions of thoughts, memories, juxtapositions — even crazy ones like this, you’re thinking —that flash through your head and disappear? Some sum or remainder of these? Your history? Do you know how long it’s been since I told you I was a fraud? Do you remember you were looking at the respicem watch hanging from the rearview and seeing the time, 9:17? What are you looking at right now? Coincidence? What if no time has passed at all? *

>The truth is you’ve already heard this. That this is what it’s like. That it’s what makes room for the universes inside you, all the endless in- bent fractals of connection and symphonies of different voices, the in- finities you can never show another soul. And you think it makes you a fraud, the tiny fraction anyone else ever sees? Of course you’re a fraud, of course what people see is never you. And of course you know this, and of course you try to manage what part they see if you know it’s only a part. Who wouldn’t? It’s called free will, Sherlock. But at the same time it’s why it feels so good to break down and cry in front of others, or to laugh, or speak in tongues, or chant in Bengali — it’s not English anymore, it’s not getting squeezed through any hole.

if i love DFW who else should i be reading?

>>11555555
CHECKEM

>>11431413
kill yourself

>>11235352
heh

>>10966342
y-y-you guys aren't funny

Why are his essays so much more enjoyable than his fiction?

>loaned books to my roommate's retarded gf
>she never returns them
>breaks up with him

>>10579583

>>10544657

>>10544608
water
heh

>>10537039
Good old Neon.