/lit/ - Literature

>>18285867

>>17952679
Wrong.

>2021
>capitalism

>>16830898
To be fair, you have to have a very high social and emotiono-spatial awareness to understand accelerationist memes. The symbolic neologisms are extremely subtle, and without a solid grasp of technocapital most of the personality fetishizing will go over a slow viewer's head. There's also Land's neoretrofeminist fashion sense, which is deftly woven into his twitter images - his vapormemes draw heavily from radical gendermemeism and jungle rhythms, for instance. The fans understand this stuff; they have the socio-intellectual capacity to truly appreciate the depths of these quantified quoteseedbombs, to realize that they're not just profound - they say something deep about NONMEMEING. As a consequence people who dislike Nick Land memes truly ARE idiots - of course they wouldn't appreciate, for instance, the meaning in Land's self-exit hyperstitional meme gentrification, which in itself is a cryptic reference to the leftist inability to meme through an intelligence of an even lesser ability to meme. I'm smirking right now just imagining one of those hyperaddlepated simpletons scratching their heads in confusion as Nick Land's prepostironic memes unfold xerself from the future noumena. What fools... how I pity them. And yes by the way, I DO have a "SinoAesthetics" folder. And no, there is no bigger folder on my hard drive. It's for Capital's eyes only - and even it has to demonstrate that it's memes will survive the blockchain. Now lets talk about why we love Nick Land.

>>16736899
"I wiped the blade against my jeans and walked into the bar. It was mid-afternoon, very hot and still. The bar was deserted. I ordered a whiskey. The barman looked at the blood and asked:

‘God?’

‘Yeah.’

‘S’pose it’s time someone finished that hypocritical little punk, always bragging about his old man’s power…’

He smiled crookedly, insinuatingly, a slight nausea shuddered through me. I replied weakly:

‘It was kind of sick, he didn’t fight back or anything, just kept trying to touch me and shit, like one of those dogs that try to fuck your leg. Something in me snapped, the whingeing had ground me down too low. I really hated that sanctimonious little creep.’

‘So you snuffed him?’

‘Yeah, I’ve killed him, knifed the life out of him, once I started I got frenzied, it was an ecstasy, I never knew I could hate so much.’

I felt very calm, slightly light-headed. The whisky tasted good, vaporizing in my throat. We were silent for a few moments. The barman looked at me levelly, the edge of his eyes twitching slightly with anxiety:

There’ll be trouble though, don’tcha think?’

‘I don’t give a shit, the threats are all used up, I just don’t give a shit.’

‘You know what they say about his old man? Ruthless bastard they say. Cruel…’

‘I just hope I’ve hurt him, if he even exists.’

‘Woulden wanna cross him merself,’ he muttered.

I wanted to say ‘yeah, well that’s where we differ’, but the energy for it wasn’t there. The fan rotated languidly, casting spidery shadows across the room. We sat in silence a little longer. The barman broke first:

‘So God’s dead?’

‘If that’s who he was. That fucking kid lied all the time. I just hope it’s true this time.’

The barman worked at one of his teeth with his tongue, uneasily:

‘It’s kindova big crime though, isn’t it? You know how it is, when one of the cops goes down and everything’s dropped ’til they find the guy who did it. I mean, you’re not just breaking a law, your breaking LAW.’

I scraped my finger along my jeans, and suspended it over the bar, so that a thick clot of blood fell down into my whisky, and dissolved. I smiled:

‘Maybe it’s a big crime,’ I mused vaguely ‘but maybe it’s nothing at all…’ ‘…and we have killed him’ writes Nietzsche, but—destituted of community—I crave a little time with him on my own.

In perfect communion I lick the dagger foamed with God’s blood."

>The left can't me-