/lit/ - Literature

>>4588504
So, do you have a mental disability, or it's just that you don't know what "taste" means?
How is appreciating the immanence of things, tasting it, a pseudo-intellectual (or intellectual at all) matter?
Keats surpassed all the Romantics for the very reason that he was the only one who was able to avoid thinking, to silence himself.

>>4570998
>So what are you? A deconstructivist postmodernist?
What do you think? You have the same taint as the marxists, and you don't even recognise the fact that you have borrowed every critical tool from the far left. It is because of people like you that discussing politics has become profoundly distasteful. Can you imagine that some activities in life are outside of the sphere of politics? Most probably not, your mind is so very skimpy.

>a worker in China is about as free as a slave in Ancient rome
This is not true. I have been to China, have you? Do you make those generalisations out of youtube videos you watch, while in your home, and philosophise complacently about the new world order?

>the Chinese worker is only allowed to exist in his condition because in liberal societies does the demand for his "labor" originate.
Cut this bullshit crap. You know nothing of Chinese society and its intrinsic materialism, there nothing "liberal bourgeois" in the Chinese work ethic, but that would blow your mind, since you seemingly cannot escape your manichean views.

>>4366885
pas ma tasse de thé heidegger; en revanche BERGSON gros, BERGSON. c'est la quintessence de l'art moderniste, tout le trip d'Eliot et de Proust, en passant par Beckett, tout y est.
1. Le ciel vous appartient mettez-y un prix disent-ils ces imbéciles le ciel vous appartient mon cul encore trois minutes et le troupeau dans mon beau vaisseau c’est comme si je leur disais aux moutons le gazon vous appartient ça ne veut rien dire le ciel il m’appartient moi brave panurge gentil jésus allez-y affluez nombreux chacun aura sa place les derniers comme les premiers mais quand même tout le monde y presse et on se serre on se bouscule on se bave dessus et en passant puisque que vous y êtes ne vous retenez pas versez votre poison sur ceux en première classe ceux qui ont payé le coussin prolétaires que vous êtes ce n’est pas bien grave mes mignonnes vous aimerons quand même elles sont payées pour ça ça et vous dire bonjour guten tag how do you do la vida es un sueno mais au fond elles ne vous aiment pas c’est moi leur bourru des cœurs en parlant d’anatomie y’en a une qui traverse la portière je la sens pas voilà qu’elle est verte comme ève qu’elle souille pas plus mon beau vaisseau avec son ventre ventru celle là mes mignonnes où sont mes mignonnes volez donc vers votre capitaine volage donnez à la grosse ses calmants ou on va nous faire une scène de ménage du xanax vous avez du xanax mes derniers ont saupoudré le steak frites pour voir davantage de couleurs dans la vie je me demande quel goût a le ciel au ralenti est-ce qu’il est sucré abruti ou bien fade jour comme les nuages fade air france le ciel vous appartient mettez-y un prix crucifiez-le toujours.

>>4320815
The Hollow Men is one of his easiest poems to understand, you've got issues, man.
The biblical references absolutely hit the mark, especially when the topic he deals with here is the impossibility of knowledge, and the mind-action dualism. Also the references are all the more frightening as he couples them with nursing rhymes and children songs.

>>4320842
>eh, Eliot is okay
u wot m8
Also, you failed to analyse the poem. I put it in to mock your belief that you can match "the idea" and "the reality"; "the conception" and "the creation"; "the emotion" and "the response".
You seem to think that poetry is like a cooking recipe. It's a sickening thought.

>>4243502
Read Sartre's review of The Sound and the Fury if you're interested. He compares Faulkner to Proust in light of their metaphysical views of the world. Both of them dwell heavily on the past. While the past acts as a curse in Faulkner, for Proust it's different; the individual subject doesn't quite exist in Proust. Even though in both cases, the past is a very painful motivation, for Proust the past is there to show you that you no longer are; that you can never be an "individual person" or an "individuality", you change over time and are always detached of yourself, always lost --in this way, love is a joke and the only way to make it real is to fix to into words. "Time, that cancer" writes Beckett.
Once again, read Beckett's Proust, it's nice. You can also try Deleuze's Proust & Bergsonism.

>>4191347
way too angsty for me bro. have you read plath's lady lazarus?

>>4191321
no offense, but what you are describing to me in this poem sounds kinda pretentious

>anyway, my latest

A new shade in the ceiling
Bright blue wax cracks
Two smoky twins give
And break
Puffs of his half dreams

New colours old ceiling
Insidious waves seeping
In wings
Of violet sails
On rainbow benzo He weeps

New tastes to the old feelings
The dancing of this ceiling
(I count: nine circles moving)
And he says: I am homesick
And he says: Tonight she is leaving


O Merry Sailors of America
Ain’t life a long and wondrous thing?

>>3839639
Yup. I'm more frustrated with this one, but don't really have the strength to rewrite it. Pardon d'avance.

Song for Icarus

To the blond sun melting,
Blazing with lively lust,
His crisp heliotropic lips,
Whistle the old adolescent words.

Under the great leonine clouds,
His smile –in the absinthe eyes,
Or the mischievous voice, sates
The lovers with mellow dreams.

But at night, naked in the lamplight,
Deep in his purple-stained dead sleep,
Icarus weeps.

On my arms lay his blue bones.
Heatless, it shivers for a caress. My Icarus,
I fancy the way you hate the night.

>>3805481
no, you simply don't know them because you are uneducated.
writers such as Rabelais or Flaubert had a tremendous influence on English literature, especially modernism. Same goes for Baudelaire, Rimbaud, Valéry, or Céline. And Proust? Proust was one of the most admired writer among the literary circles of the early 20th.
Next time, try keeping your biased vision to yourself.

>>3797754
>waiting for godot
>surrealism

surrealism is an european movement in literature and painting that has a lot to do with symbolism & modernism. it mocks the rational and positivist view of the society and posits that some parts of human life are deeply unfathomable and unquantifiable. in writing, it favours chance and random encounters (flanerie is a major theme of those modernists), as well as uncanny associations (cf. aragon's poem on la blondeur). you should watch Le Chien andalou if you're still confused.

And beckett has nothing to do with surrealism, simply because beckett's writings are deeply apolitical.

>>3701910
Yes.
His wager doesn't matter though, think of it more as in Kierkegaard's leap of faith. Besides, Pascal's aphorisms are pretty fantastic, he is, with Montaigne, the most thorough and insightful French thinker.

>>3671794
10-12ish? After some puerile existential phases.

>>3666348
The comparison between Rousseau & Augustine appears most of the time contrived.

The City of God serves to justify the sudden rise to power of what used to be the Christian sect, and explain why a Christian should take part in the human affairs.
The Social Contract may seem secular at first, but in Profession de foi du vicaire savoyard Rousseau clearly states that no society can function without faith. Indeed, he was in favour of the death sentence for the unbelievers.
The importance of religion in the social contract is that religion is one of the most cohesive factor in society, and to reach a 'general agreement', you need anything that can hold the society together.

Cowboy bebop.

>>3561619
stylistically speaking, céline is WAY above sartre. Granted Les Mots is pretty good, but there's just no comparison with Voyage / Mort à crédit. Sartre's use of French language was interesting though classical, while Céline reinvented language.

For Valéry, just jump into his poems, no particular order. Perhaps Cimetière Marin.