/lit/ - Literature

didn't moldbug cuck the """new""" right like 10 years ago?

english, 1 functional hand or a very skilled foot

>>11009657
top kek, is he the 1500s moldbug or what?

>>10743371

>>10741336

>of course

Honestly /lit/, I feel like a brainlet for asking this, but is there any difference between good and awful poetry?

Consider this:

I pick strawberries in the garden. Three long rows
behind the monastery, before the midday sun gets too hot.
I set down a stool every few yards and reach out
my hands, first for what is visible, then shake
and lift the leaves for fruit and color.
With a slight pull, I test each berry's readiness
for being plucked, having found
my rhythm in the field. All morning
I fill a blue crate, carry it to the refectory, then rest
in my cell to the sound of cicadas and flies
through the open window.
The evening dessert is red glistening strawberries,
piled onto shining metal plates, next to glasses
of wine, vases of water, whole tomatoes,
bean soup, fresh bread, olives: others' work,
all set on a common table.
Afterward, from high on the balcony, the Aegean
ripples with infinite small lights, the trees
of the mountain move like the sea, the air brings
a mixed scent of pine and iodine and night.
Beauty is more evident in this quiet. You see it
through a clearing inside yourself. It is no mystery, seeing.

Apparently this is bad poetry. What's the fucking difference between this and "good" poetry? I mean, I agree that it's bad, but good poetry is just as bad as this!

>>10244031
w-what the fuck I love Emmanuel "Restore the Stuarts" Macaroni & Cheese now

>"Heh... really laying it on thick with that Whig history, eh kiddo?"
*blocks your path*

The last great Englishman
Is dead, and fuck who disagrees.
He once said to Henry Kissinger,
"Is there no honor in the world
Any more?" This man whose face
Was half shot off in the RAF.
"No," replied good Henry, and
Went on to fuck him. And of course
His nation - now a rotting ruin.
This small farmer, this militarist,
This pissant little pseudo-country,
England's chopped and pickled toe,
Weird ascendancy of the Adidas age.
The gods themselves contend in vain!
Still every harvest year is bitter.
The world has never stopped burning.
The revolutions cook and simmer,
They stroke their ire, they brood
And stir among the young, flexing
The bone returning in their fist.
They are all acts of the strong
Upon the weak. Believe none.
Harold Macmillan to the contrary,
Any bear may shit in any woods
And every pope is Catholic, and wind
Of change will often bring the plague.
And one day we will either be
Hacked to death in our own beds,
Or some similar and nasty thing,
Or Ian Smith, and Enoch Powell,
And even our own Tailgunner Joe,
Will have another life in bronze.
But do you know us? I'm not sure
We have been introduced. We are
The neo-McCarthyists. Our motto:
This time, we'll finish the job.
We have no chance of winning, but
We're not at least afraid to try.
Our saint is Julian the Apostate,
Our modal prince is Castlereagh,
Our favorite statesman died today.

People like to make fun of him for writing primarily in blog format or being half-Jewish or not believing in biology or whatever but can anyone name someone who has contributed more to political philosophy in the last couple centuries? Keep in mind Hobbes wrote in the 1600s and Machiavelli before then.

I haven't seen a Moldbug thread in a while. Feel free to dig up one of his old essays and we'll discuss it here. Additionally,

>Moldbug 10 Years On: A Critical Retrospective
http://thermidormag.com/mencius-moldbug-10-years-on-a-critical-retrospective/

Serious question: am I getting memed by reading this guy?

is unqualified reservations the biggest literary accomplishment of the 21st century?

are we really in a black enlightenment?