/lit/ - Literature

>>10317188

The documentary on him and his granddaughter was quite good

>>5655108

Is Ficciones a good place to start with Borges?

Going to make use of the free trial of Amazon Prime while it's there, figured I'd ask you asshats for ideas, what else should I consider adding to my list for ordering?
Got Twilight of the Idols, The King in Yellow, Zhuangzi, The Society of the Spectacle and Exterminator! so far.

'Sup /lit/,

I need resources on sociolinguistics. Preferably, something introductory on the field. I need it for my analysis of language in dystopian novels.

Thanks in advance.

Pic unrelated.

>>4610521
I don't know about fulfillment, but I know about contentedness.

To lead a content life, you ought to acknowledge your death IN MODERATION.

A person who dwells too frequently on their mortality errs to the same extent as someone who lives ignorantly, recklessly, with delusions of immortality, never stopping to consider, yes, they are going to die, and it will (almost certainly) be in less than forty-thousand days.

from a play in verse
The crawling night has come to waking eyes –
Red eyes that search out lights in the dreams of fools,
Cast out on oceans’ grief quenching, lying land.
Waking finds stars’ slow wane, the dimming sight,
Sun’s sister, passing day’s night, dimming moon
More black than yellow, a reflecting rock,
But seeing not, I follow blind dark thoughts
Where mind’s ship drops, sinks, to the deep waters...
No prophecy, no fate, no single eye,
I speak it now: the thread is cut, Argos!
Argos, this land, the soil spilled bloody earth!
No monarchy here, citizens, alone,
Fall and then winter next, all kingless lands
Lacking and waiting for the King...
But no such story ends in joyful summer,
It pales in moonlight’s weakness rather.
My bed wet dewed by loss of friends to war,
By the lost leader, my lord, who left us
With empty beds, emptied of warmth, all gone —
Except me, condemned to watch — emptied land
Of braver men than me, passed to watch seas
And coming night, the waning of sunlight.
Some citizens now come, I must look out,
I would not see through watery, dark eyes.

I saw that ep of KotH once and was just blown away. It was really late at night and I was tired, but it felt rather surreal--I just didn't expect something as deep from a KotH ep.

Introvert. Shy, quiet, when in groups people comments sarcastically that they are tired of hearing my voice.

I'm good at small talk tête à tête with people I like, though. And alcohol helps at parties.

>>3526107
>irritating especially when he goes about saying that authors that do not bring into their work the ultimate questions of death

eh, basically (since heidegger articulated it for us) we all agree that our ownmost possibility towards our own unique death---which cannot be taken from us, i.e. our ownership of it is conditional to our existence---is the perhaps the most important thing that we can speak or think of.