/lit/ - Literature

>>18373533
His take on suicide was extremely bogus.

>>18373545
No it was actually irrefutable

>>18373533
literally who

>>18373552
Zapffe refuted his bullshit by saying that all suicides are a result of being in a depressive state. By claiming that only optimists commit suicide he disrespected pessimist philosophers like Mainländer and Michelstaedter.

>>18373588
> By what aberration has suicide, the only truly normal action, become the attribute of the flawed?

that's from drawn and quartered. cioran didn't have one single opinion on suicide and did not consider himself a philosopher

>>18373588
> If there were a common, even official form of killing oneself, suicide would be much easier and much more frequent. But since to be done with it all we must find our own way, we waste so much time meditating on trifles that we forget what is essential.

>>18373626
Thank you sharing this. And sorry for ignorance. I have forgot how Cioran put many contradictory positions on same subject.

>>18373641
Top kek

>>18373657
No no no, I don't want you to agree I want to argue

>>18373669
Spoken like a true Cioran disciple

>>18373533
read two of his books and don't get the hype – nothing particularly deep as a philosophy, nothing particularly interesting about his prose/style. read it just to see what it was all about with him – didn't not enjoy reading it, just didn't see why all the hype.

>>18373807
He appeals to a certain type of person.

>>18373807
>read two of his books and don't get the HYPE – nothing particularly deep as a philosophy, nothing particularly interesting about his prose/style. read it just to see what it was all about with him – didn't not enjoy reading it, just didn't see why all the HYYYPEEEE.

>>18373533
but you forgot

> got alzheimer's and died like he lived (a bitch)

Romania is incapable of producing genius.

>>18373886
wow you owned him with another one of your clever wojacks very good

>>18373657
>Thank you ... And sorry for ignorance
what do these words mean and what would compel someone to say them?

>>18373945
>died like he lived (a bitch)
The RenegadeHe remembers being born somewhere, having believed in native errors, having proposed principles and preached inflammatory stupidities. He blushes for it . . . and strives to abjure his past, his real or imaginary fatherlands, the truths generated in his very marrow. He will find peace only after having annihilated in himself the last reflex of the citizen, the last inherited enthusiasm. How could the heart’s habits still chain him, when he seeks liberation from genealogies and when even the ideal of the ancient sage, scorner of all cities, seems to him a compromise? The man who can no longer take sides because all men are necessarily right and wrong, because everything is at once justified and irrational-—that man must renounce his own name, tread his identity underfoot, and begin a new life in impassibility or despair. Or otherwise, invent another genre of solitude, expatriate himself in the void, and pursue—by means of one exile or another—the stages of uprootedness. Released from all prejudices, he becomes the unusable man par excellence, to whom no one turns and whom no one fears because he admits and repudiates everything with the same detachment. Less dangerous than a heedless insect, he is nonetheless a scourge for Life, for it has vanished from his vocabulary, with the seven days of the Creation. And Life would forgive him, if at least he relished Chaos, which is where Life began. But he denies the feverish origins, beginning with his own, and preserves, with regard to the world, only a cold memory, a polite regret.(From denial to denial, his existence is diminished: vaguer and more unreal than a syllogism of sighs, how could he still be a creature of flesh and blood? Anemic, he rivals the Idea itself; he has abstracted himself from his ancestors, from his friends, from every soul and himself; in his veins, once turbulent, rests a light from another world. Liberated from what he has lived, unconcerned by what he will live, he demolishes the signposts on all his roads, and wrests himself from the dials of all time. “I shall never meet myself again,” he decides, happy to turn his last hatred against himself, happier still to annihilate—in his forgiveness— all beings, all things.)

>>18373956
Intriguing observation, haven't seen anything like it.