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>Every misanthrope, however sincere, at times reminds me of that old poet, bedridden and utterly forgotten, who in a rage with his contemporaries declared he would receive none of them. His wife, out of charity, would ring
at the door from time to time….
Was he right?

>> No.13634905
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>>13634892
which old poet is he referring to?

>> No.13634931

>>13634892
People don’t like people who don’t like people

>> No.13634934

>>13634931
Must be why people don't like me.

>> No.13634943

>>13634934
You're not a person, more of a flatworm.

>> No.13634945

>>13634892

What the hell is he even going for with this gloss. I'm going to be a terrible bore and wonder about it for a few lines.

Our figure is supposed to undercut the archetype of the misanthrope, somehow-this is implied by the setup. The first decscription of him fits that of the misanthrope. It's the sentence fragment which is mysterious. (Here, confusingly split into green and black text, a simple goof it seems.)

Suppose our bitter poet lays in bed and refuses to get up and admit the caller (his wife). Then he remains a misanthrope, and the gloss has not delivered the punchline that it intimated in its setup. Or OTOH suppose that he admits her. Then he has some sentimental weakness against his philosophy (he does care for at least one person, a little), and the setup has been vindicated. And then another species of cases: he knows that it's his wife calling, or he doesn't (it's just someone ringing), and then takes either action. Suppose he doesn't know who it is, and admits them. Then this is both a hypocrisy and a narcissism.

I detect some self-insert in this. Cioran lived quietly in his hovel, and rejected all accolades following the Rivarol (these spurned prizes may stand for the poet's rage with his contemporaries), but did have a gf, somehow.

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>>13634943
HOLY BASED BATMAN

>> No.13634998

>>13634892
Cioran is a bit like 4chan, the only people he despises more than normies are the edgelords who pose and posture and flaunt their hatred of normies.

Misanthropes are defined by their aversions; Cioran execrates anyone who is defined by anything at all. Which is why he reveres religious mystics seeking ego-death and ridicules ideologues of any stripe. His ideal state is absolute nothingness - not death, but the 'purer' nothingness before birth. He's the OG antinatalist.

>> No.13635005

>>13634998
>Cioran execrates anyone who is defined by anything at all
>He's the OG antinatalist.

Don't you see a notable antinomy between these two things?

>> No.13635068

>>13635005

Not him, but the joy of nihilism is that you don't have to care or defend against the inconsistencies of your thoughts. A banality, but pertinent: everyone is a hypocrite on some level.

Cioran stated (words to the effect) that he was not writing "a project", he was simply writing as a form of personal therapy. To quote a man from a very edgy movie: "just his mind, poured out on paper".*

*Somerset, in Se7en. The villain in the film is a very edgy misanthrope, but his own hypocrisies are exposed during the ride that he takes in the car with the detectives.

>> No.13635162

>>13634892
this sounds like Cioran

>> No.13635283

>>13634931
That's not what is implied here. He means that you become a misanthrope after you've been rejected and abadoned (for whatever reason) by your fellow men and therefore rage against them even though they have long forgotten about you in the first place.

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>This very second has vanished forever, lost in the anonymous mass of the irrevocable. It will never return. I suffer from this, and I do not. Everything is unique - and insignificant.

>> No.13635374

>>13634945
>but did have a gf, somehow.
and she killed herself after his death, too

>> No.13635375

>>13635368

DUDE ALL THOSE MOMENTS WILL BE LOST LIKE TEARS IN RAIN LMAO SUBJECTIVE INDIVIDUAL QUALIA ARE SPECIAL AND FLEETING I AM A DEEP PHILOSOPHER LMAO

>> No.13635382

>>13635374

I was unaware of this [citation needed].

He would have been disappointed in her, I think. I think Boue had something to do with editing the Cahiers, beyond that she's equally mysterious.

>> No.13635383

>>13634892
literally who

>> No.13635437

>>13635382
A Dutch article from a journalist who has visited the couple on several occasions and who introduced his work to the Dutch spreaking world talks about it isomewhat in depth:
>Throughout his life, Cioran has recommended suicide as a rewarding escape when life can no longer be sustained. He himself died in a clinic. It went relatively quickly. I can still see him sitting in the garden, huddled up, with a cap on, beneath which eyes asked for an embrace, looking pityingly, "Should it end like this?" None of the nurses knew his work, and while in another hospital in Paris some of his wisdom had been applied to the walls, in his words to elevate the miserable fate of the patients to a great experience.

>Simone managed Cioran's legacy with the generosity of a widow who has always been in the shadow: she decided what was still publicized and argued with journalists who wanted to claim, exploit, or, to blame a single, Cioran. Her well-intended crusade was not successful, she was too meek for that, despite her pride.

[...]

>For a moment I was struck by the fact that Simone died in a way that Cioran always praised; that she did not wait for the moment when her body would have given up. Still, I wasn't that surprised either. It is a phenomenon how after the loss of a loved one one is inclined to act as he or she advocated, even though he or she did not live up to it.

>And yet ... just swam into the sea ... How far would she have swum? How tired and cold did she have to worry about drowning? And what have been her last thoughts? ,, Cioran! Cioran! "" Beautiful, caring, humorous, sad Simone; brave simone.

>> No.13635475

>>13635437

I see, thanks for that. Still, as we know, there was no point: she was too late.

>> No.13635495

>>13635475
>she was too late.
How so? What do you mean?

>> No.13635533

>>13635495
I assume It's a reference to a Cioran quote
>It is not worth the bother of killing yourself, since you always kill yourself too late
>>13635475
There's an interview with her in French if you're interested. I supposed you could run it through a translator
https://emcioranbr.org/2012/09/14/simone-boue-norbert-dodille/

>> No.13635590

>>13635533

Yes, that's what I was referring to. Thanks for the further stuff as well.

One of my next reading projects will be to read all the major French stuff (Arcade translations) as well as the early edgy Romanian stuff which is available. I was sort of mapping this out using another "fansite" for reference like 6 months ago but tired of the exercise at the time. I have a copy of Trouble with Being Born but haven't done it yet. The only work I've actually read is "All Gall is Divided". That fucker taxed my vocabulary like it hasn't been in several years.

>> No.13635734

>>13635533
>>It is not worth the bother of killing yourself, since you always kill yourself too late
Is it too late because you already was born?
Also, do you think I could read his aphorisms in french as a first text in the language since it isn't his first tongue either?