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>>8902274

2nd question answers the first. your actions, thoughts, beliefs, morals, etc, all those things you use to define yourself, are, by being yours, extended to all of humanity. you are man, you define what it means to be man. welcome to existential authority.

if you seek freedom, youre implicitly stating all humanity ought to seek freedom, otherwise you wouldnt be seeking freedom. if you feel only you are worthy of seeking freedom you need to reevaluate your value system because newsflash kiddo youre not worth one iota more than any other.

when you fully realize that your choices, by making them, are statements demanding the rest of humanity follow you, you feel despair at having the entire weight of past present and future lives of man looking at you for guidance and direction. sounds a little overwhelming and perhaps despair inducing no?

if this responsibility is insufficient to elicit a despairing response youre more oppressed than you think anon.

>philosopher that places a high regard for personal freedom
>is a godless commie
What did Sartre mean by this?

>>8902332
Only in communism can you be truly free

>>8902129
Holy shit you'll trigger a lot of redpillers with this pic xD

Can't wait to see how many you catch!

Bible 2: the bibleing

>>8902146
More like:
Bible: The Reboot

>Obongo
>'Za instead of Pizza
>Boipucci

I had a dog named shamrock

>>8902072
That's pretty cool

>>8902009
It's real
ER was that kid who killed himself for attention in seventh grade except he was like 22 or something and killed six other people

>>8902009
This guy is too perfect!

Am I right, ladies?

>>8902009
could've saved a handful of lives if he just downloaded tinder like every other weeb

Every one of his books is just

>descriptions of dusty mexican plateau
>eating copious amount of beans in between riding endlessly
>spitting everywhere
>every 200 pages an elderly wise character gives a 3 page monologue about some weird thing and the protagonist goes "ok"

>>8901946
because that's what it was like, don't you understand, you mad man

>>8901946
So you've only read the Border Trilogy?

he didn't win the Pulitzer, so it's probably bad

It's YA what do you expect

It's just mediocre. I can see people really enjoying, though.

>>8901837
US may work, publishing here is big into affirmative action.

>>8901841
Most US agents seem to prefer email submissions. Does that mean I can simply email them? Will they ditch me if they realize I live on the other side of the Pacific?

>>8901841
>publishing here is big into affirmative action.
fuck off /pol/

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>>8901599
I am redpilled, so you can imagine what I think about women.

i saw this movie in highschool and thought it was the worst movie ever, completely out of touch with reality. it was surreal - unthinkable - to me how any teenager could care about poetry let alone make a secret club for reading it.

maybe the movie would make more sense to me today.

I don't think I've ever met a woman who was impressed by anyone's vocabulary

>>8901454
Mines loose and subject to change
>The Waves, Woolf
>The Door, Szabo
>The Last Interview with James Baldwin
>Gass
>Tolstoy
>Silas Marner
>Fathers and Sons
>Light in August/Absalom
>Dostoyevsky's short stuff
>Butcher's Crossing, Williams
>Silence, Endo
>The Nigger of the Narcissus, Conrad
>Chekhov
>various nyrb's
>Bible
>Wise Blood, O'Connor
>Ulysses
maybe finish Borges' complete fiction. Maybe Kafka too.

>>8901454

I read mostly classics this year so in 2017 I am going to catch up on a lot of pleb fantasy shit that I want to read.

But there are a few classics I want to read in 2017:

The Hunchback of Notre Dame by Victor Hugo
A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens
Great Expectations by Charles Dickens
In Search of Lost Time by Marcel Proust

Fantasy pleb shit I want to read:
The Summer Tree by Guy Gavriel Kay
The Wandering Fire by Guy Gavriel Kay
The Darkest Road by Guy Gavriel Kay
Tigana by Guy Gavriel Kay
Under Heaven by Guy Gavriel Kay
Perdido Street Station by China Mieville
The Scar by China Mieville
Iron Council by China Mieville
Un Lun Dun by China Mieville
The City & the City by China Mieville
Kraken by China Mieville
Embassytown by China Mieville
The Armageddon Rag by George R.R. Martin
A Game of Thrones by George R.R. Martin
A Clash of Kings by George R.R. Martin
A Storm of Swords by George R.R. Martin
A Feast for Crows by George R.R. Martin
A Dance with Dragons by George R.R. Martin

>>8901454
>January - Ulysses
>February - Ulysses
>March - Ulysses
>April - Ulysses
>May - Ulysses
>June - Ulysses
>July - Ulysses
>August - Ulysses
>September - Ulysses
>October - Ulysses
>November - Ulysses
>December - Finnegan's Wake

read something else, stupid memephagous

>>8901400
The last page or two.

>>8901400
It doesn't. It's the ordinary life of an ordinary dude and nothing really happens throughout the entire novel.
I liked it though

>>8901282
>I'm totally not a redpiller who wants another thread on /lit/ to shit on 'degenerates'

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>>8901282
Post boipucci first

>>8901303
I promise I'm not, although I don't really know how I could prove that to you. I was in a bookshop today looking for books that meet my description, and I was going to get Death in Venice but seeing as (a) I wasn't mad on the prose style and (b) it isn't an actual relationship

>>8901281
>solution
you're doing it wrong

>>8901288
That's how it's presented. It's certainly not shown as a "...and everyone is fucked forever and there's nothing you can do about it" situation.

>>8901281
Gaddis is so much better than that phony fucking transcendentalist hack

like young Snape in the Harry Potter movies where they did that one scene in the last movie where they showed him getting his shit cucked by Harry's Chad Dad

Me, because I saw so much of my douchey teenage self in him

>>8901246
I imagined Raskolnikov as Keaton Henson and Prince Myshkin as Ryan Gosling

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This is one of my favourite Baudelaire poems:

Le Squelette laboureur

I

Dans les planches d'anatomie
Qui traînent sur ces quais poudreux
Où maint livre cadavéreux
Dort comme une antique momie,

Dessins auxquels la gravité
Et le savoir d'un vieil artiste,
Bien que le sujet en soit triste,
Ont communiqué la Beauté,

On voit, ce qui rend plus complètes
Ces mystérieuses horreurs,
Bêchant comme des laboureurs,
Des Ecorchés et des Squelettes.

II

De ce terrain que vous fouillez,
Manants résignés et funèbres
De tout l'effort de vos vertèbres,
Ou de vos muscles dépouillés,

Dites, quelle moisson étrange,
Forçats arrachés au charnier,
Tirez-vous, et de quel fermier
Avez-vous à remplir la grange?

Voulez-vous (d'un destin trop dur
Epouvantable et clair emblème!)
Montrer que dans la fosse même
Le sommeil promis n'est pas sûr;

Qu'envers nous le Néant est traître;
Que tout, même la Mort, nous ment,
Et que sempiternellement
Hélas! il nous faudra peut-être

Dans quelque pays inconnu
Ecorcher la terre revêche
Et pousser une lourde bêche
Sous notre pied sanglant et nu?

I love Emily Dickinson

A bird came down the walk:
He did not know I saw;
He bit an angle-worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw.

And then he drank a dew
From a convenient grass,
And then hopped sidewise to the wall
To let a beetle pass.

He glanced with rapid eyes
That hurried all abroad,-
They looked like frightened beads, I thought;
He stirred his velvet head

Like one in danger; cautious,
I offered him a crumb,
And he unrolled his feathers
And rowed him softer home

Than oars divide the ocean,
Too silver for a seam,
Or butterflies, off banks of noon,
Leap, splashless, as they swim.

Berryman, Dream Song 29

There sat down, once, a thing on Henry’s heart
só heavy, if he had a hundred years
& more, & weeping, sleepless, in all them time
Henry could not make good.
Starts again always in Henry’s ears
the little cough somewhere, an odour, a chime.

And there is another thing he has in mind
like a grave Sienese face a thousand years
would fail to blur the still profiled reproach of. Ghastly,
with open eyes, he attends, blind.
All the bells say: too late. This is not for tears;
thinking.

But never did Henry, as he thought he did,
end anyone and hacks her body up
and hide the pieces, where they may be found.
He knows: he went over everyone, & nobody’s missing.
Often he reckons, in the dawn, them up.
Nobody is ever missing.

The School of Life on Youtube is a pretty good start desu

>>8902572
Thanks. I would prefer something that is written so that I can read it when I commute.

>>8903389
"Sophie's world"

It's a philosophy 101 course badly disguised as an anticlimactic novel.