/lit/ - Literature

>>17787435
>Shakespeare wasn't a poet

>Wagner is not related to literature.

>>16649533
>It's just a magic ring

>>16423456
Maybe not in the way you're thinking of it.

>>16280409
Habhab.

>>16241157
Habhab.

>>16172639
>what's context?

>>16156437
Habhab he funny!

>>16156449
No.

>Any books that support my ideology solely based on memes and tweets?
>I won't read them though, I just want to namedrop them outside of my echo chamber to appear smart.
>What do you mean this doesn't belong on /lit/? I asked for books!

>>15912885
>>15912965
>architecture doesn't relate to dwelling

>>15891785
>implying nothing means no-thing
Disingenuous I rate this post. Literally no better than Kantianism.

>>15881798
>modernisic metre = reactionary marxist
Very big brain here.

>>15881773
>this happens in the Anna Karenina introduction that means he must be reading Anna Karenina

>le ben shapiro hip hop isnt music

>>15744019
>>15744291
>I don't know what the firmament is

>>15694018
>Plato as he probably doesn't even know what a fallacy is.
People actually think this.

>>15603984
>Entropy is the same thing as information.
Retard.

>How would a low information starting condition be proof of God's fine tuning.
For life to exist he is saying.

>>15552385
Habhabjabhaha!

>>15545443
Haha

u- uneyeonecally?

>>15461947
Habhab he's a npc!

>>15435812
Habha!

>>15417755
Anon don't take this personally but:

YOU'RE LITERALLY A RETARD WITHOUT ANY OUNCE OF CREATIVE LIBIDO IF YOU CANNOT APPRECIATE THE GENIUS OF THE LAST DAYS OF SOCRATES.

Maybe try to rethink your own intelligence, and that 1.NO, you are not just a sudden light of genius in the clouds of century's; 2. YES, all of Plato's works and specifically these three The Last Days of Socrates are the works of a genius; And 3. MUTUALLY, you could either be a retard or just youthful and arrogant without a basing in which to understand it.

>>15368731
IMAGINE BEING SUCH A RIDICULOUS(I AM LAUGHING AT YOU) BUGMEN WHO CANNOT COMPREHEND SUCH OUT-WARNING FREQUENCY OF A DISTRIBUTING LIFE, THE VERY JUDGEMENT ETERNAL WHICH REIGNS YOU OR I, ME LIKE HORSES-; A PROUD STALLION AM I, AND YOU... A BUGMAN! HAH! HAH! HAH! I LAUGH! THIS MAN THINKS HIMSELF INSANE, OR AT LEAST ME THINK, HE DOES NOT THINK, HE HAS NO FORMS WITH WHICH TO REACH AND GRAB; SO AN ARMLESS CREATURE I NAME HIM, HAILING TO THE ENDS OF EVERYDAY "AS SUCH", "I AM A MONSTER"... "AS-SUCH!" HAH!

STRECK! STRECK! STRECK!

I HEAR THE MOUNTAIN CALL, HE INSERTS HIMSELF INTO DEATH AND LIFE =: ABOVE THE CLOUDS LIFE, AND BELOW IT TURMOIL DEATH. EITHER WAY HE IS A BARRIER, (THE BARRIER?) AND YET-- PARDON ME I REALLY MUST LAUGH-- *HAH!* THE MOUNTAINOUS PARTING OF THE BRAVE SOULS DANGERS, LIKE A CRUCIFIX OF LIGHT, YOU... YOU! *HEEHEEHE* SEEM TO SUPPOSE, DIFFICULTLY TO BELIEVE AS ANY GOOD MAN!: THAT SOCRATES WAS WRONG... ?

A LIFE THAT FLICKERS,
OH BUT, SOCRATES WAS WRONG...
A DEATH THAT BITTERS,
OH BUT, SOCRATES WAS WRONG...
A REDEEMER THAT REDEEMS,
OH BUT, SOCRATES WAS WRONG...
AND SO A DREAM THAT DREAMS!
OH BUT.... ? HOW SHALL I SAY,
COMPARE THEE TO A JAR OF MORNING PROFANE...
OH BUT, A SOCRATES WAS WRONG... ?
A DEVIL THAT CHEECKS....


OH, WOE SO DREADFULLY!:-- LET ME TELL YOU A SECRET, THAT, IN MY AUSTRALIAN GUMNUT COTTAGE HERE;
THAT LIFE IN ITS INNERMOST APPREHENSION IS SYMBOLIC-- YOU ARE SYMBOLIC YOU FOOL! AND LET US HOPE A PURE ONE, TO MAKE A WAGNERIAN TRUE!

AHDUN AHDUN AHDUN, *BUMB* *BUMB* *BUMB* OHHHHHHHHHHHH

Shining in the rosy light of morning,
the air heavy
with blossom and scent,
full of every
unthought-of-joy,
a garden invited me
and, beneath a wondrous tree there,
richly hung with fruit,
to behold in blessed dream of love,
boldly promising fulfilment
to the highest of joy's desires,
the most beautiful woman:
Eva in Paradise.

In the evening twilight, night enfolded me;
on a steep path
I had approached
a spring
of pure water,
which laughed enticingly to me:
there beneath a laurel-tree,
with stars shining brightly through its leaves,
in a poet's waking dream I beheld,
holy and fair of countenance,
and sprinkling me with the precious water,
the most wonderful woman,
the Muse of Parnassus!

Most gracious day,
to which I awoke from a poet's dream!
The Paradise of which I had dreamed
in heavenly, new-transfigured splendour
lay bright before me,
to which the spring laughingly now showed me the path;
she, born there,
my heart's elect,
earth's loveliest picture,
destined to be my Muse,
as holy and grave as she is mild,
was boldly wooed by me;

in the sun's bright daylight,
through victory in song, I had won
Parnassus and Paradise!

>Kant's ethics was unfounded