/lit/ - Literature

Tao Te Ching.
The great mystery refuses to be explained. Even those who live claiming no meaning feel as if they're being laughed at, a joke, and feel the dread.

I don't know what the meaning is. But I also know it perfectly well -- it is the empty mind, the child, the happy idiot, and the intellectual man killing himself in existential crisis.

What is the highest level prose of someone simply expressing their feelings? Not a story, but describing simple existential experiences, perhaps like walking down the street, or feeling lonely. The only book I know which succeeds in this is The Book of Disquiet.

Looking for books where the author is trying to say something unnamable, like Pessoa, who talks about gardens of abandoned gestures, houses inside of his head where old ladies knit, and an imaginary shore over the skyline of a storm. I wish that there were whole stories dedicated to this sort of surreal dream like stuff.

I'm kind of surprised that there aren't more stories that run on a very ethereal dream logic besides Pessoa and Kafka. One could say Dante, but that's very structured and logical in it's own way.

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