/lit/ - Literature

The sultriness of the air delivered a worse castigation than a straightforward broiling of the blazing sun. Like an oven, the audience and the arena itself were absorbed into a dizzying, migraine-inducing boiling mass of invisible steam, with the heat so cruel it caused undulations on the air. Their bodies dehydrated, mouths dry, light tunics drenched in the relentless perspiration, clothes clinging to their bodies in darkened semi-transparency as if they had come from a heavy rain. All this time the Colosseum erupted into howling thunderous roars and vociferations, the voice of the legion, pulling towards the collectivist baritone of sound that enters your ears as if undulating all the way inside in the ups and downs of voices that come and go in volume and intensity, but retaining the common element of loudness. They echoed and manifested in waves, echoing from each other's litany of their shouts and chants or from the way the sound traveled and responded through the building? It was hard to tell for sure. But they blared and screeched in debauched contortions, rounds and rounds like locusts, which have no leader but still move in ranks as the book of Proverbs alerts, an amalgamam of flailing threshing appendages and unhinged jaws, gaping and releasing noise. They were a body, but belonging to something else, rather a hivemind than a cursed spectre, a psychic incorporeal abomination, yet still akin to demonic possession, one that had no body but still had physical demands, necessities, of the most horrid famine, lusting for nourishment that can afflict a large animal. It was thirsty for blood and for flesh, its clamoring for violent death always hiding behind the perilous delicate shroud, the easily tearable cloak of reality, and once a small group threaded next to each other it was enough to depress the surface of the veil, as their voices started to speak as one and they started to manifest violent desires, eyes glued towards one scapegoat, the pleasure of the physical satisfaction of appetite, the sustenance of this abstract, mystic beast, came in the physical satisfaction that succeeds the physical exertion that men go through, once screaming and flailing and expending the last of their energy in frenzied explosive spasming. The drunken haze of a flood of dopamine into the brain that relieved the body and the mind, with a happy peasant in a conjecture of sitting and laying on his seat, the very image of gratification.

>>19395703
>Sentience
Is alive and has a mind to some extent.

>Sapience
Considered "intelligent" or "intelligent life".

>Self awareness
Is alive and capable to understand the concept of "being alive".

>lucidity
Being sane, having a "clear" and cohesive state of mind.

>>19309587
Getting desperate to stay competitive in the market of commercial entertainment like television, film, music and other mediums that are easier to consume in a fast-food kind of way, they need to rub their tits on a window right in front of you to grab your attention.

>>19310331
Everything is more corporate owned and controlled these days. Literature tries to stay commercial by focusing on marketable genre fiction like fantasy, YA, sci-fi, romances for moms, maybe mystery, maybe true crime. Films have become an endless stream of drumfuck action comedies with little one-liners and a CGI smorgasbord after another in the wave of capeshit films we've been getting, and on top of that a million remakes and reboots and souless animated films because corporates are incapable of creativity and actual genuine spontaneous desire to create. Music is generic, derivative, formulaic industry plants and industry plant wannabes. Generic hot girl popstars and rappers that become increasingly interchangeable, sound the same, look the same, act the same. Videogames have become too bloated in production costs, hundreds of millions of dollars, more than a thousand people working, more than 5 years of production, they gotta play it cool and safe by delivering more of the same bullshit.

All in all, commercial entertainment kills itself in its own ouroboros. It wants to make money desperately by playing it to safe and lowest common denominator formulaic trends, but in doing so it kills creativity and actual passion for creation, which kills quality, which kills sales. It's a Catch-22 like that,

>you can't have your cake and eat it too
This phrase is still being said today but to anyone who's none the wiser it wouldn't make a lick of sense because why wouldn't you have a cake and eat it too? Is there an alternative to this phrase?

Why do english onomatopoeia sounds/look worse than jap,korean, almost any other language?