/lit/ - Literature

>>12013918
i see your point but have you ever considered blow-up pools? there's containment, if you will, of ekstasis in the crumbs: the piddled settlers all gasp at livestock! can Nitchze even level a dynamo? perhaps clouds were right when they braved...

why is the act of suicide seen as so reprehensible? isn't it just the elimination of all thought? isn't that what we all desire?

just saw a production of No Exit last night and it got me wondering... which author or director do you hope is in charge of your afterlife?

personally, I'd want a Tarkovsky afterlife.

Can an interest in metafiction ever be fatal?

Does metafictional or metacognitional thinking lead to suicidal thoughts? I've been living so long with suicidal thoughts that it's basically a meme and I know asking here is just begging for people to say "just kys" but I'm curious. Is a suicide a literary event? We're all basically just a walking collection of stories... what happens when the big story (YOUR LIFE) ends? Everyone has a different idea of what death will bring, no one really knows. People in my life say it's just the end, nothing to worry about but I constantly obsess with it and I'm beginning to think that it's my love for metafiction that caused this suicidal ideation. Like, what happens when you just finally say "fuck you" and blow yourself to the creator... we've all lasted for so long and we'll continue to go as far as our government allows us... but what's waiting behind that curtain? Forgive me for the blog post.

post vocaroos of you reading poetry or prose.

https://vocaroo.com/i/s191egeTTzQG

forgive my shitty voice, i'm a bit sick.

Anecdote of the Jar
BY WALLACE STEVENS
I placed a jar in Tennessee,
And round it was, upon a hill.
It made the slovenly wilderness
Surround that hill.

The wilderness rose up to it,
And sprawled around, no longer wild.
The jar was round upon the ground
And tall and of a port in air.

It took dominion everywhere.
The jar was gray and bare.
It did not give of bird or bush,
Like nothing else in Tennessee.

post vocaroos of you reading one of your favorite poems. forgive my voice, i'm sick.

https://vocaroo.com/i/s191egeTTzQG

Anecdote of the Jar
BY WALLACE STEVENS

I placed a jar in Tennessee,
And round it was, upon a hill.
It made the slovenly wilderness
Surround that hill.

The wilderness rose up to it,
And sprawled around, no longer wild.
The jar was round upon the ground
And tall and of a port in air.

It took dominion everywhere.
The jar was gray and bare.
It did not give of bird or bush,
Like nothing else in Tennessee.

There's a video out there of a man drinking a glass of water, then shooting himself in the head. Why did he drink the glass of water?

fresh oc