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[Anonymous No.18999908]

What other essential edgelord things should I consume from here. I am ready to be radicalized but nobody will hold my hand.

[Anonymous No.18999922]

[Anonymous No.18999959]

>>18999908
The book of Ecclesiastes + the book of Proverbs

[Anonymous No.19000123]

>>18999922
thanks and checked! Is this foucault book where he talks about the Panopticon?
>>18999959
Ive read a majority of the bible. I was thinking more around the area of theory.

[Anonymous No.19000139]

>>18999908
>I am ready to be radicalized
Like existentially or politically?

[Anonymous No.19000190]

>>18999908

[Anonymous No.19000196]

>>19000190
Anyone who recommends Blanchot as edgelord clearly haven’t read him

[Anonymous No.19000235]

>>19000196
Blanchot is the lord of the edge, the sovereign of the between, the writer of the outside

[Anonymous No.19000245]

>>19000235
That's Cioran

[Anonymous No.19000253]

>>19000235
You can move the goalposts all you want to fit your conception of edgelord to justify your inclusion of Blanchot, but she’s far from being edgelord as we generally understand. There’s nothing remotely edgy about writing qua death

[Anonymous No.19000265]

> radicalized
> by Nick Land
Land, Foucault, Deleuze, and Guattari are not so much a path to radicalization as they are a path to constant anxiety, schizophrenia, and probably transgenderism.

[Anonymous No.19000272]

>>19000253
>There’s nothing remotely edgy about writing qua death
Holy cope

[Anonymous No.19000358]

>>18999908
The Conspiracy Against the Human Race by Thomas Ligotti
>We did not make ourselves, nor did we fashion a world that could not work without pain, and great pain at that, with a little pleasure, very little, to string us along--a world where all organisms are inexorably pushed by pain throughout their lives to do that which will improve their chances to survive and create more of themselves. Left unchecked, this process will last as long as a single cell remains palpitating in this cesspool of the solar system, this toilet of the galaxy. So why not lend a hand in nature's suicide? For want of a deity that could be held to account for a world in which there is terrible pain, let nature take the blame for our troubles. We did not create an environment uncongenial to our species, nature did. One would think that nature was trying to kill us off, or get us to suicide ourselves once the blunder of consciousness came upon us. What was nature thinking? We tried to anthropomorphize it, to romanticize it, to let it into our hearts. But nature kept its distance, leaving us to our own devices. So be it. Survival is a two-way street. Once we settle ourselves off-world, we can blow up this planet from outer space. It's the only way to be sure its stench will not follow us. Let it save itself if it can--the condemned are known for the acrobatics they will execute to wriggle out of their sentences. But if it cannot destroy what it has made, and what could possibly unmake it, then may it perish along with every other living thing it has introduced to pain.

Das Untier by Ulrich Horstmann
>"The final aim of history is a crumbling field of ruins. It's final meaning is the sand blown through the eye-holes of human skulls."
>"[History]...the place of a skull and charnel house of a mad, incurably bloodthirsty slaughtering, flaying and whetting, of an irresistible urge to destroy to the last.”
>"The true Garden of Eden is desolation."

A Short History of Decay by Cioran

[Anonymous No.19000371]

>>19000190
Based Bataille poster

[Anonymous No.19000377]

The accfag spam is out of control

[Anonymous No.19000533]

>>19000265
>constant anxiety
Why

[Anonymous No.19000654]

>>19000253
>she