/lit/ - Literature

>>7139149
No. Currently applying for employment at various banks.

>>7139151
Thank you.

>>7135997
He was "American Aristocracy" and descended from British people.

>>7132423
>Are you willing to adhere to the fulfillment of a goal (for example, a vibrant culture or the phenomena you mentioned) if a pyramid of corpses is required to meet it?
The question seems perverse nor is it necessary to answer,
considering the event seems implausible.
Modicums of cruelty, perhaps, but again, I would not view the situation or any situation in such a perverse way.

>>7127692
Then why are you even posting this?
I suggest you only reply to me if you have some thing of a higher quality to say.

>>7125099
The notion of Communism evidently did not,
because it is open to interpretation,
but the reality of the USSR did cause famines and pogroms.
You seem to be spreading misinformation.

>>7107006
>IT IS AN ARTIFICIAL ENNUI, ENGENDERED BY UNNECESSARILY CONSTRAINING CONDITIONS; SUCH IS A SLAVE'S LIFE.
It sounds more as though you have unnecessarily perverted your Weltanschauung.

>A LIFESTYLE OF CONTINGENT ORDER PARALYZES THAT PROCESS
Not following the corridor you have begun walking down is the paralysis.

There is no extinction, only transmigration.
Freedom is useless in so far as it diverts.
I choose to learn to confine myself to instruments: abstractions of physiognomical characteristics in extension. This Learning takes an eternity for even one idea.

I am going to sleep now so I will not reply to any responses I may receive from you. We are at opposite ends of earth, unfortunately.

>>7095113
Yes.

>>7092657
Did you know that when you say some thing of this nature it is quite obvious that it is insincere?
When you make generalisations in this way and use rhetoric there is a very basic level of insight that is needed in order to identify its insincere nature.

Therefore, there is no point in you typing out such posts,
my suggestion is that you refrain from doing so,
but it is your own choice.
If you wish to support doctrines containing non sequitur, do so,
it is fun to read about the history of radical, misinformed political ideologies,
but not boring posts like these.

>>7092680
>just that you afterward took the shitpost you made seriously
Interesting "good cop" routine.

Fifteen Epiphanies of the Harbinger

Preface

There are no enemies, only me's I have given names and kicked around.

These songs are not entertainment, they are crusades against ennui. They are philosophical in so far as they need to be, scientific or romantic in so far as they need to be, iambic or homeric in so far as they need to be. They are names I have given to wafers of time. They are cries of despair, prayers, anxiety, insecurity and feelings of hopelessness. They are ageing pieces of paper and charcoal, ephemeral photons shot against a plastic screen and scribblings of an uninitiated child. They have known and know paralysis. They are epiphanies, overheated washing machines, potentially stale creampuffs, days, perfumes, klangs, reiterations of my spectre, asmodeic nymphs at a cafe check out and the product of trivial spasms.

They are a maze you need to search in order to find the origin of your misfortune.

I

"Move or be moved"
Ezra is the long-haired toad
in the schoolyard of reassembled Greek symbols.

To me all poets are lambs I wish to reduce.
A writer is a delayed geisha who
has learned to conceal her degeneracy
and blend with the upper classes.

II

Time is a stew perpetually
boiling. Its Geisha's tell (tall) tales. THOSE
GYPSIES! As collateral they provide
faculties of their physiognomy:
As mammary is to haut so
canto is to ink and scroll and when they
fall early, grow old and their organs
dissipate, disintegrate, like the
petal after spring, a new mistress is sought.

Fallen petals, forget your previous
notions, but keep an upright gait.
If you walk down this corridor, the
tributaries of paralysis
will be fought. What will you become when
the shell has fully filled with mucal
womb juice and the yolk of genetic
information? What genre of reserved
Blick will your Antlitz metamorphose
in a black and white photograph?

What form are you paralysed in to
inhabiting? How will your organs
interact with your surroundings and
find its place within the atomic
shroud? We are not unlike students reading
for the first time a most difficult text.

III

Ennui is a limbless sea urchin asexually
reproducing working class shrimp.

IV

Time is a catholic girl slowly
clothing herself in nakedness.
Time is a cumming whore in the shape of
a little girl. Time is a pair of
fish guts strewn across a white beach.

Time won't tell me, move its lips, to sound
the words I want to hear. Time floats in
stasis, a fat ox blocking a merchant's path,
its hairy mass fixed irretrievably
in the atomic shroud.

As a boy, time's idea was a river
bent positively yonder
on a fixed axis. The wafers
of time and her physiognomies
never saw my neural activity
in their cosmic police boxes.

V

There is an idea of a me who fervently
searches through the labyrinth
of my own solipsistic thoughtspace.
But that is a me that belongs to
the annals of the wafers of time.

[cont.]