/lit/ - Literature

[Anonymous No.11589729]

What are the finest examples of writers dissing other writers?

[Anonymous No.11589838]

Leibniz correspondence with Clarke, basically accusing each other of heresy in hopes of getting the other one nae nae'd by the spanish inquisition

[Anonymous No.11589846]

Tolkien and C.S. Lewis debating about allegories.

[Anonymous No.11589861]

>"I finished Ulysses and think it is a mis-fire. Genius it has, I think; but of the inferior water. The book is diffuse. It is brackish."

-Virginia Woolf

[Anonymous No.11589876]

Celine on Sarte

[Anonymous No.11589883]

>>11589876
Post quotes. French ones will do too

[Anonymous No.11589887]

> I don’t read much; I don’t have the time. So many years already lost in so much foolishness and prison! But people press me, abjure me, badger me. I must, it appears, read a kind of article, the “Portrait of an Anti-Semite’ by Jean-Baptiste Sartre (Temps Modernes, December 1945). I browse through this long homework assignment, glance at it, it’s neither good nor bad, it’s nothing at all, a pastiche...a kind of “Copycatwriters”... ....This little J.B.S. read “L’Étourdi,” “The Tulip Lover,” etc. He was caught up in them and can’t escape...Still in high school, this J.B.S.! Still with his pastiches, with his “copycatworks”... Céline’s style too... and many others...“Whores” etc... “Replacement heads”... “Maya.”.. Nothing too serious, of course. I have a few trailing behind my ass, these “Copycatwriters”... what can I do about it? Suffocating, hateful, half-baked, traitors, half-bloodsucker, half-tapeworm, they don’t do me any honor, I never speak of them, and that’s all. Children of the shadows. Decency! Oh, I don’t wish little J.B.S. any harm! There where he is his fate is cruel enough! Since we’re talking about a homework assignment I would give him a seven out of a possible twenty and let’s not talk about it anymore... But on page 462 the little turd shocks me! The damned rotten asshole! What does he dare to write? “If Céline supported the socialist theses of the Nazis it’s because he was paid.” And I quote. Yes! This then is what this little dung-beetle wrote while I was in prison risking a hanging. Filthy little bastard full of shit, you come out from between my ass cheeks to soil me from outside! Cain anus ptooey! What are you hoping for? That they murder me! It’s obvious! Here! Let me squash you! Yes!... I see his photos, those bug eyes...that hook...that slobbering leech...he’s a cestode! What won’t he invent, this monster, so that they assassinate me! Barely out of my caca and he denounces me! What’s best is that on page 451 he has the venom to warn us: “A man who finds it natural to denounce men can’t have our notion of honor. He doesn’t even see those for whom he is a benefactor with our eyes; his generosity, his kindness is not like our kindness and generosity: it isn’t possible to localize passion.”

[Anonymous No.11589889]

>>11589887
> In my asshole where he can be found we can’t ask of J.B.S. too see clearly or to explain himself simply. J.B.S. it seems has nevertheless foreseen the solitude and obscurity of my anus...J.B.S. obviously is talking about himself when he writes on page 451: “This man fears every kind of solitude, that of the genius as well as that of the assassin.” Let’s understand what this means...Based on the weeklies J.B.S. only sees himself in the skin of a genius. For my part and based on his texts, I am forced to see J.B.S. only in the skin of an assassin, and even more, of a fucking police informant, cursed, hideous, a pain in the ass, rumor monger, a donkey in glasses. Here I am getting carried away! It’s not appropriate for my age or condition!... I was going to close here...disgusted, that’s all...I think it over...Assassin and brilliant? We’ve seen this before...After all...Maybe that’s the case with Sartre. An assassin he is, he wants to be one, that’s understood, but brilliant? Brilliant tiny turd of my ass ? Hmmm?...That remains to be seen...yes, to be sure, that could blossom...make itself known...but J.B.S.? His embryo eyes? His mean and petty shoulders? That fat little gut... and philosopher!...that add up to a lot of things...It seems he freed Paris on bicycle. He played around... at the Theater, the City [1], with the horrors of the era, the war, torture, irons, fire. But times change, and there he is growing, swelling up enormously, J.B.S.! He can’t control himself anymore...he no longer knows himself...from the embryo he is he’s becoming a creature...the cycle...he’s had enough of toys, cheating...he’s running after ordeals, real ordeals...prison...expiation... the stick, and the biggest of all sticks, the stake... J.B.S. becomes destiny.... the Furies! No more bagatelles... He wants to become a true monster! Now he’s yelling at De Gaulle.

[Anonymous No.11589892]

>>11589883
https://www.marxists.org/reference/archive/sartre/comment/celine.htm

[Anonymous No.11589893]

>>11589889
What a way of doing things! He wants to commit the irreparable! He insists on it! The witches are going to make him crazy, he came to tease them, they’ll never let him go...Tapeworm of a turd, fake tadpole, you’re going to eat the mandrake! You’ll be promoted to a succubus! The illness of being cursed evolves in Sartre...Old illness, as old as the world, that all of literature of literature is rotted with...Wait, J.B.S. before committing the ultimate mistake! Palpate yourself! Realize that horror is nothing without the Dream and without Music... I clearly see you a tapeworm, but not a cobra, not a cobra at all...no good at the flute! Macbeth is nothing but a Punch and Judy show, and that on a bad day, without music, without dream... You are wicked, filthy, ungrateful, hateful, pig-headed, and that’s not all J.B.S.! That’s not enough... You have to dance!...I could be mistaken, of course... I couldn’t ask for more.. I’ll go applaud you when you finally become a true monster, when you’ll have paid them, the witches, what you have to, their price, so they transmute you, blossom you, into a true phenomenon. Into a tapeworm that plays the flute.

[Anonymous No.11589903]

>>11589893
What a way of doing things! He wants to commit the irreparable! He insists on it! The witches are going to make him crazy, he came to tease them, they’ll never let him go...Tapeworm of a turd, fake tadpole, you’re going to eat the mandrake! You’ll be promoted to a succubus! The illness of being cursed evolves in Sartre...Old illness, as old as the world, that all of literature of literature is rotted with...Wait, J.B.S. before committing the ultimate mistake! Palpate yourself! Realize that horror is nothing without the Dream and without Music... I clearly see you a tapeworm, but not a cobra, not a cobra at all...no good at the flute! Macbeth is nothing but a Punch and Judy show, and that on a bad day, without music, without dream... You are wicked, filthy, ungrateful, hateful, pig-headed, and that’s not all J.B.S.! That’s not enough... You have to dance!...I could be mistaken, of course... I couldn’t ask for more.. I’ll go applaud you when you finally become a true monster, when you’ll have paid them, the witches, what you have to, their price, so they transmute you, blossom you, into a true phenomenon. Into a tapeworm that plays the flute.

[Anonymous No.11589915]

>>11589903
Didn’t you ask me directly and through Dullin, through Denoël, beg me “under the boot” to please come down and applaud you! I didn’t find you either danceable or fluteable, a terrible vice in my opinion, I confess... But let’s forget all this! Let’s only think of the future! Try to have your demons inculcate the flute in you! The flute before all! Later on for Shakespeare, high schooler! ¾ of flute, ¼ of blood... ¼ suffices, I assure you... but first yours before all the other blood! Alchemy has its laws... the “blood of others” doesn’t please the Muses... Let’s think... even so you had your little success at the Sarah under the boot with your “Flies”... Can’t you now find three little acts, quickly, for the occasion, in a hurry, “The Informants”? A retrospective little revue... We’ll see you there in person, with your little buddies, sending your detested colleagues, called “Collaborators,” to the penal colonies, to the firing squad, into exile... Would this be comical enough? You, of course, strong in your text in the starring role...as a mocking and philosophical tapeworm... It’s easy to imagine a hundred of the most farcical coups de theatre, happenings, and developments in the course of a fairy tale of this kind... and then in the final tableau one of those “general massacres” that would shake all of Europe with mad laughter! (It’s about time!) The most joyous of the decade! They’ll still be pissing, bungling at the 500th performance! And even beyond... (The Beyond! Ha, ha, ha.) The assassination of the “signatories,” all shooting each other!... Yourself by Cassou... The latter by Eluard! The other by his wife and Mauriac! And so on until the last one!... Can you imagine!... The hecatomb of apotheosis! Not to mention the flesh, of course!... A great parade of superb, naked, waddling girls... the orchestra of the Grand Tabarin...The jazz band of the “Builders of the Wall"...“Atlanticist boys"... assistance guaranteed...and the great orgy of ghosts in luminous double exposure... 200000 assassinated, prisoners, cholera, unworthy...and women with their heads shaved! Dance the farandole! Heaven’s orchestra seats! Chorus of the “Hangmen of Nuremberg"...And in the tone you see more-than-existence, instantaneist, massacrist... Ambience set by hiccoughs of death throes, noises of colics, sobs, metal...“Help!"...As background noise: “Hurrah machine!"...You see? And the main attraction, at intermission: auction of handcuffs. And a drink of blood at the snack bar. The absolutist Futurist Bar. Nothing but real blood! By the glass, raw, certified by hospitals... from that very morning! Aortic blood, fetal blood, hymenal blood, blood of the executed!.. For all tastes! What a future! For J.B.S.! What miracles you will do when you will blossom as a True Monster! I already see you out of the asshole, playing the flute, a real little flute! Marvelously!...already almost a real artist!

[Anonymous No.11589929]

>>11589729
BEE's Twitter. I wish he'd unload on Dave Eggers, that little faggot. Ellis has taken a couple swipes at him, once backhandedly referring to him as being part of a dull, saccharine movement of contrived earnestness cribbed from DFW, whom Ellis also loathes (though I do not).

[Anonymous No.11589963]

deleuze's letter to a harsh critic

[Anonymous No.11590073]

>>11589915
This is more of a spergout than a diss

[Anonymous No.11590091]

http://flavorwire.com/200745/the-30-harshest-filmmaker-on-filmmaker-insults-in-history/amp

[Anonymous No.11590403]

>>11589729
Not dissing, but Clarke and Asimov were top banters


>After finding out someone onboard had been reading one of Clarke’s novel at the time a passenger plane crashed, Clarke sent the news to Asimov, adding if only the man had taken an Asimov novel, hemight have died peacefully in his sleep.

>Asimov, of course, replied that thedeath was, at least, a “merciful release” from reading Clarke.

[Anonymous No.11590828]

>>11589963
post it

[Anonymous No.11590869]

Faulkner on Hemingway: "He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the dictionary."
Hemingway: "Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words?"

[Anonymous No.11590877]

Nabokov dissed a ton of authors. There's a long piece of his on why Dostoevsky is bad.

[Anonymous No.11591421]

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43828/don-juan-dedication

"Suck my fuckin dick" - Byron

[Anonymous No.11591461]

>>11589861
The irony being that her pseudo-joyce rubbish is inferior in every way

[Anonymous No.11591464]

Half of Demons is just Dostoyevsky dissing Turgenev

[Anonymous No.11591683]

>>11589729
The Torrents of Spring was written by Hemingway to mock Sherwood Anderson and get out of his contract.

[Anonymous No.11591820]

Henry Fielding writing Shamela, a total roast parody of Sam Richardson's Pamela.

[Anonymous No.11591860]

>>11590869
The virgin Faulkner:
>Needs a dictionary to write
>Uses big words to compensate for small emotions
>Hates punctuation with a burning passion

The chad Hemingway:
>Has never touched a dictionary in his life
>Knows big emotions don't come from big words
>Once wrote an entire story with six words and three punctuation marks

[Anonymous No.11592052]

March 3, 1971
Woody Creek, CO

Dear Tom…

You worthless scumsucking bastard. I just got your letter of Feb 25 from Le Grande Hotel in Roma, you swine! Here you are running around fucking Italy in that filthy white suit at a thousand bucks a day laying all kinds of stone gibberish & honky bullshit on those poor wops who can’t tell the difference . . . while I’m out here in the middle of these goddamn frozen mountains in a death-battle with the taxman & nursing cheap wine while my dogs go hungry & my cars explode and a legion of nazi layers makes my life a goddamn Wobbly nightmare…

You decadent pig. Where the fuck do you get the nerve to go around telling those wops that I’m crazy? You worthless cocksucker. My Italian tour is already arranged for next spring & I’m going to do the whole goddamn trip wearing a bright red field marshal’s uniform & accompanied by six speed-freak bodyguards bristling with Mace bombs & when I start talking about American writers & the name Tom Wolfe comes up, by god, you’re going to wish you were born a fucking iguana!!

OK for that, you thieving pile of albino warts. You better settle your goddamn affairs because your deal is about to go down. “Unprofessorial,” indeed! You scurvy wop! I’ll have your goddamn femurs ground into bone splinters if you ever mention my name again in connection with that horrible “new journalism” shuck you’re promoting.

Ah, this greed, this malignancy! Where will it end? What filthy weight in your soul has made you sink so low? Doctor Bloor was wright! Hyenas are taking over the world! Oh Jesus!!! What else can I say? Except to warn you, once again, that the hammer of justice looms, and that your filthy white suit will become a flaming shroud!

Sincerely,
Hunter

[Anonymous No.11592138]

Anything Nabokov has ever said in an interview.

[Anonymous No.11592143]

Twain absolutely ripped into Fenimore Cooper

[Anonymous No.11592145]

"I remember the astonishment I felt when I first read Shakespeare. I expected to receive a powerful aesthetic pleasure, but having read, one after the other, works regarded as his best: "King Lear," "Romeo and Juliet," "Hamlet" and "Macbeth," not only did I feel no delight, but I felt an irresistible repulsion and tedium... Several times I read the dramas and the comedies and historical plays, and I invariably underwent the same feelings: repulsion, weariness, and bewilderment. At the present time, before writing this preface, being desirous once more to test myself, I have, as an old man of seventy-five, again read the whole of Shakespeare, including the historical plays, the "Henrys," "Troilus and Cressida," "The Tempest", "Cymbeline", and I have felt, with even greater force, the same feelings,—this time, however, not of bewilderment, but of firm, indubitable conviction that the unquestionable glory of a great genius which Shakespeare enjoys, and which compels writers of our time to imitate him and readers and spectators to discover in him non-existent merits,—thereby distorting their aesthetic and ethical understanding,—is a great evil, as is every untruth."
Tolstoy on Shakespeare

[Anonymous No.11592252]

>>11592145
>Russian man who writes doorstopper soap operas for aristocrats, and learned 19th century English as a second language (from Russian people no doubt) doesn't understand 17th century English plays in written form
wow shocking
Shakespeare is canceled everybody

[Anonymous No.11592271]

>>11590869
BIG if true

[Anonymous No.11592276]

Nothing will ever top Mac Flecknoe

[Anonymous No.11592291]

>>11590869
hemingway is a big guy

[Anonymous No.11592313]

>>11589729
Machiavelli dissing Plato

[Anonymous No.11592327]

nietzsche dissing socrates

[Anonymous No.11592358]

>>11592291
4U

[Anonymous No.11592370]

>>11589861
To the Lighthouse blows portrait out of the water

[Anonymous No.11592381]

Lord Byron's Don Juan. He also gives shoutouts to his homies.

[Anonymous No.11592383]

>Bentham is a purely English phenomenon. Not even excepting our philosopher, Christian Wolff, in no time and in no country has the most homespun commonplace ever strutted about in so self-satisfied a way. The principle of utility was no discovery of Bentham. He simply reproduced in his dull way what Helvétius and other Frenchmen had said with esprit in the 18th century. To know what is useful for a dog, one must study dog-nature. This nature itself is not to be deduced from the principle of utility. Applying this to man, he that would criticise all human acts, movements, relations, etc., by the principle of utility, must first deal with human nature in general, and then with human nature as modified in each historical epoch. Bentham makes short work of it. With the driest naiveté he takes the modern shopkeeper, especially the English shopkeeper, as the normal man. Whatever is useful to this queer normal man, and to his world, is absolutely useful. This yard-measure, then, he applies to past, present, and future. The Christian religion, e.g., is “useful,” “because it forbids in the name of religion the same faults that the penal code condemns in the name of the law.” Artistic criticism is “harmful,” because it disturbs worthy people in their enjoyment of Martin Tupper, etc. With such rubbish has the brave fellow, with his motto, “nuila dies sine line!,” piled up mountains of books. Had I the courage of my friend, Heinrich Heine, I should call Mr. Jeremy a genius in the way of bourgeois stupidity.

[Anonymous No.11592487]

>>11592052
>Doctor Bloor was wright!

[Anonymous No.11592489]

>>11592383
>Ultimately they all want English morality to prevail: inasmuch as mankind, or the "general utility", or "the happiness of the greatest number", no! the happiness of England would best be served; they would like with all their might to prove to themselves that to strive after English happiness, I mean after comfort and fashion (and, as the supreme goal, a seat in Parliament), is at the same time the true path of virtue, indeed that all virtue there has ever been on earth has consisted in just such a striving. Not one of all these ponderous herd animals with their uneasy conscience (who undertake to advocate the cause of egoism as the cause of the general welfare —) wants to know or scent that the "general welfare" is not an ideal, or a goal, or a concept that can be grasped at all, but only an emetic — that what is right for one cannot by any means therefore be right for another, that the demand for one morality for all is detrimental to precisely the higher men, in short that there exists an order of rank between man and man, consequently also between morality and morality. They are a modest and thoroughly mediocre species of man, these English utilitarians, and, as aforesaid, in so far as they are boring one cannot think sufficiently highly of their utility. One ought even to encourage them: which is in part the objective of the following rhymes.

anglos btfo

[Anonymous No.11592752]

>>11592327

Calling him ugly and doubting he was Greek. Top bantz

[Anonymous No.11592866]

This whole book.

[Anonymous No.11592875]

>>11590091
Most of these are very boring attacks. 4chan tier "he's a fucking retard" banter

[Anonymous No.11592881]

>>11590828
So I’ll move onto your other more cruel and hurtful criticism, when you say I'm someone who's always just tagged along behind, taking it easy, capitalizing upon other people's experiments, on gays, drug-users, alcoholics, masochists, lunatics, and so on, vaguely savouring their transports and poisons without ever taking any risks. You turn against me a piece I wrote where I ask how we can avoid becoming professional lecturers on Artaud or fashionable admirers of Fitzgerald. But what do you know about me, given that I believe in secrecy, that is, in the power of falsity, rather than in representing things in a way that manifests a lamentable faith in accuracy and truth? If I stick where I am, if I don't travel around, like anyone else I make my inner journeys that I can only measure by my emotions, and express very obliquely and circuitously in what I write. And what do my relations with gays, alcoholics, and drug-users matter, if I can obtain similar effects by different means? What's interesting isn't whether I'm capitalizing on anything, but whether there are people doing something or other in their little corner, and me in mine, and whether there might be any points of contact, chance encounters and coincidences rather than alignments and rallying-points (all that

[Anonymous No.11592884]

>>11592881
crap where everyone's supposed to be everyone else's guilty conscience and judge). I owe you lot nothing, nothing more than you owe me. I don't need to join you in your ghettos, because I've got my own. The question's nothing to do with the character of this or that exclusive group, it's to do with the transversal relations that ensure that any effects produced in some particular way (through homosexuality, drugs, and so on) can always be produced by other means. We have to counter people who think "I'm this, I'm that," and who do so, moreover, in psychoanalytic terms (relating everything to their childhood or fate), by thinking in strange, fluid, unusual terms: I don't know what I am--I'd have to investigate and experiment with so many things in a non-narcissistic, non-oedipal way—no gay can ever definitively say "I'm gay." It's not a question of being this or that sort of human, but of becoming inhuman, of a universal animal becoming—not seeing yourself as some dumb animal, but unraveling your body's human organization, exploring this or that zone of bodily intensity, with everyone discovering their own particular zones, and the groups, populations, species that inhabit them. Who's to say I can't talk about medicine unless I'm a doctor, if I talk about it like a dog? What's to stop me talking about drugs without being an addict, if I talk about them like a little bird? And why shouldn't I invent some way, however fantastic and contrived, of talking about something, without someone having to ask whether I'm qualified to talk like that? Drugs can produce delire, so why can't I get into a delire about drugs? Why does your particular version of "reality" have to come into it? You're a pretty unimaginative realist. And why do you bother reading me, if that's how you feel? Arguments from one's own privileged experience are bad and reactionary arguments. My favorite sentence in Anti-Oedipus is: "No, we've never seen a schizophrenic."

What, in sum, does your letter contain? Nothing about you, except the one bit I like. Lots of gossip, "things people say," where you deftly confuse what they're saying and what you're saying. And maybe that's what you set out to produce, a sort of self-contained jumble of echoes. It's a mannered letter, rather disdainful. You ask me for something you can publish, then say nasty things about me. My letter, given yours, seems like a self-justification. Wonderful. You're not an Arab, you're a jackal. You're doing all you can to turn me into what you complain I'm becoming, a little celebrity, ra ra ra. I can do without your help, but I do like you—to put an end to the gossip.

[Anonymous No.11592908]

14 Sept 1915
Dear [Bertrand] Russell,

I'm going to quarrel with you again. You simply don't speak the truth, you simply are not sincere. The article you send me is a plausible lie, and I hate it. If it says some true things, that is not the point. The fact is that you, in the Essay, are all the time a lie.

Your basic desire is the maximum of desire of war, you are really the super-war-spirit. What you want is to jab and strike, like the soldier with the bayonet, only you are sublimated into words. And you are like a soldier who might jab man after man with his bayonet, saying ''this is for ultimate peace." The soldier would be a liar. And it isn't in the least true that you, your basic self, want ultimate peace. You are satisfying in an indirect, false way your lust to jab and strike. Either satisfy it in a direct and honorable way, saying "I hate you all, liars and swine, and am out to set upon you", or stick to mathematics, where you can be true—But to come as the angel of peace- no, I prefer Tirpitz a thousand times in that role.

You are simply full of repressed desires, which have become savage and anti-social. And they come out in this sheep's clothing of peace propaganda. As a woman said to me, who had been to one of your meetings: 'It seemed so strange, with his face looking SO evil, to be talking about peace and love. He can't have meant what he said.'

I believe in your inherent power for realising the truth. But I don't believe in your will, not for a second. Your will is false and cruel. You are too full of devilish repressions to be anything but lustful and cruel. I would rather have the German soldiers with rapine and cruelty, than you with your words of goodness. It is the falsity I can't bear. I wouldn't care if you were six times a murderer, so long as you said to yourself, "I am this." The enemy of all mankind, you are, full of the lust of enmity. It is not the hatred of falsehood which inspires you. It is the hatred of people, all people of flesh and blood. It is a perverted, mental blood-lust. Why don't you own it.

Let us become strangers again, I think it is better.

D. H. Lawrence

[Anonymous No.11592940]

>>11592908
who was in the wrong here?

[Anonymous No.11592961]

>>11592875
That just makes them so much better. These self proclaimed “great” directors throwing petty insults at each other.

[Anonymous No.11592975]

>>11592908
Did somebody say, SINCERE!?

[Anonymous No.11593210]

>>11592489
Holy shit. Utilitarism BTFO. How does he manage to always be so right about everything?

[Anonymous No.11593216]

>>11592052
This is fantastic, though Wolfe is the superior writer.

[Anonymous No.11593221]

>>11593216

[Anonymous No.11593334]

>>11591860
>>11590869

[Anonymous No.11593481]

For Whom

[Anonymous No.11593523]

>>11592291
>>11593481

[Anonymous No.11593538]

>>11593481
The bells

[Anonymous No.11593559]

>>11592908
What did Bertrand Russel do that was so evil?

[Anonymous No.11593795]

>>11589887
>>11589889
literally
>*snnnnniiiiiiffffffffffff*...oh yes my dear....*sssnnnnnnnnnnnniiiiiiiiffffffff*....quite pungent indeed...is that....dare I say....*sssssssnniff*...eggs I smell?......*sniff sniff*....hmmm...yes...quite so my darling....*sniff*....quite pungent eggs yes very much so .....*ssssssssssssssnnnnnnnnnnnnnnniiiiiiiffffff*....ah yes...and also....a hint of....*sniff*....cheese.....quite wet my dear....*sniff*...but of yes...this will do nicely....*sniff*.....please my dear....another if you please....nice a big now....

[Anonymous No.11594851]

>>11592138
this lmao

hemingway
> A writer of books for boys. Certainly better than Conrad. Has at least a voice of his own. Nothing I would care to have written myself. In mentality and emotion, hopelessly juvenile. Loathe his works about bells, balls, and bulls.

pound
>Definitely second-rate. A total fake. A venerable fraud.

sartre
>Even more awful than Camus.

[Anonymous No.11595034]

>>11593334
Excellent

[Anonymous No.11595257]

>>11592881
>what do you know about me, given that I believe in secrecy, that is, in the power of falsity, rather than in representing things in a way that manifests a lamentable faith in accuracy and truth?
what the fuck did he mean by this? Was he admitting that his writings are purposefully obfuscated and he doesnt believe in accuracy and truth?

[Anonymous No.11595273]

>>11591860

The same dynamic as:

>I am educated and have degrees in English and Chemistry
vs
>I'm street smart

[Anonymous No.11595274]

>>11592884
>And why do you bother reading me, if that's how you feel?
this is the most failingly statement in an argument

[Anonymous No.11595297]

>>11593334

>drinks hot toddies to warm his weak constitution

haha, that's pretty good!

Just change that Faulkner only drinks when he's not writing, and you'll have the perfect virgin faulkner.

[Anonymous No.11595315]

>>11592940
DH lawerence,

>heyyy you decimated my and my friends flimsy philosophical outlooks with your superior philosophical mind... you meanie!!! it hurts!!! you make us look like fools!! if you wanted peace... if you were a nice man you just let us all be happy in our ignorance!!! Hmpfh!!!

[Anonymous No.11595328]

>>11592489
He sounds like Neetzsche near the end there. Good post.

[Anonymous No.11595338]

>>11595257
I want someone to answer this

Doesn't Deleuze literally say "you can't know me anyway lol, I write obscure shit"?

[Anonymous No.11596373]

nurp?

[Anonymous No.11596709]

>>11590869
based and redpilled

[Anonymous No.11596809]

>>11590869

>Sit your $10 words down before I make change.

[Anonymous No.11596841]

>>11595338
Why are you surprised?

[Anonymous No.11596985]

>>11595315
>>11592908
Lawrence is talking to him as an artist, one with a supreme sexual charge for life - not as a philosopher. It makes sense he would hate Russel for his cold logic in everything.

[Anonymous No.11597013]

cervantes shit on avellaneda

[Anonymous No.11597019]

>>11596985
>talking to him as an artist...not as a philosopher
Philosophy is and is about, right and wrong: and he appears to be speaking at him as if he believes he is wrong

[Anonymous No.11597061]

>>11596985
he was being very assumptive, very projective, very inventive.. hes trying to get under russels skin, he wants to make the cold hard rational philosopher feel something, hes trying to shame him, because he believes he thinks or he is offended that he believes russel may gain joy or pleasure in his rigorous philosophical take downs and decimations: youre wrong thats wrong part 3 section 4 is wrong logical fallacy 435 826 error youre wrong here this is wrong have you considered you are wrong here is how you are wrong

lawerence is saying, you say you are a pacifist and all that yet your mode of philosophy largely contains the act of destruction, of dismaying, of embarrassing others, of contesting, bettering, marking with red ink

lawerence is bothered by the possibility that as russel puts on the attitude of a kind simple old man, as lawerence may be aware of his work, and think admittedly that he is smart, that his smartness and his work, equals a smugness and a belief that he is better than everyone, so how dare he stand for peace and humanity when in his mind from his work and thoughts and extreme criticality, equals the belittlement of the majority of simple lowly muddle brain humans of earth.

if youre going to be a harsh strict elitist philosopher, dont pretend to be buddybuddy with the dumby masses, but be brave enough to wear the truth of yourself on your sleeve and in public, and stand tall and proud in public and decimate all the average retards.

[Anonymous No.11597120]

>>11592908
>>11596985
I dont think I can read a dh lawerence book after reading this: seems to be based entirely off superficialities, jealousy, and falseguessing:

>As a woman said to me, who had been to one of your meetings: 'It seemed so strange, with his face looking SO evil, to be talking about peace and love. He can't have meant what he said.'