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>>8901198
To the Lighthouse
Book of Disquiet
American Pastoral
Fear and Trembling

>>8901198
1 - My Diary Desu
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>>8901106
His writing has always been cheap sensationalist fantasy, why would today be any different

the inception of this thread is very proof that he is indeed a genius

although a genius on what terms? I do not know.

Everyone knows he's a hack. I just want to know if he's still a virgin.

>>8900926
I like his critique of capitalism. Not so much his alternative.

Also, are you the same /pol/ retard who keeps making these threads where you talk like a black man and want to talk about liberalism, leftism, women, etc?

Yes. I also think this thread will go to shit in no time.

>>8900938
So you like to complain but in the end do nothing?

>>8900949
>So you like to complain but in the end do nothing?

I am a 4channer, lad.

Jean Verte

>>8900901
Huh?

>>8900901
I'd add Juan Verde

New York Times, The Atlantic, Harper's, The New Yorker, New York Review of Books, New England Review, London Review of Books

>Subscribe to the Economist (weekly) and New York Review of Books (once every 2 weeks)
>Become obsessed with reading every issue cover to cover before the next one comes
>Hardly have any time left for reading books
Who else knows this feel

>>8900813
>>8900853
>>8901007
Do you guys buy your magazines in person or do you order them online?

>i'm a fucking moron, therefore everyone else must be a moron because i can't understand them

great thread

>>8900589
he wrote slightly stiffly, but if you speak German, the terminology is very intuitive - of course he was one of the guys who thought there's some grand further content in the words through made up etymology, so the necessity of his terminology is debatable, but he's not deliberately obtrusive, that's pretty clear.

He's also not shallow, his systems of examinations are quite densely developed.

He did basically just describe depression a lot of the time though.

>>8900589
go fuck yourself, you incapable pedestrian piece of shit

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I thought it would be some innocent girly classic.

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>>8900402
>Un scholar très seul
>La femme perdue
>Comme c'est existential!
>L'homme á la bibliotheque
>Je résous son système, hon hon hon!
>Le cafè
>L'anomite, l'existentialism!
>Les garcons à la biblio
>Sacrébleu, c'est un homo l'homme!
>Je dois le aider, alors (?!)
>Sacrilège!
>Fin

Literally made me nauseous

>>8900402
>no book has ever made a lasting impact on me

Am I too cynical, or just retarded?

>>8900379
Bob Dylan

>>8900379
I love ae. My ex gifted me Confield for Christmas once, she was good.

Daniil Charms, he doesn't fuck around.

>>8900379
Litechre

Literally all of his ideas have been disproven, along with that guy who claimed that Roe v. Wade caused the crime rate to drop. Anyone who has taken first year statistics would be able to disprove these pop-sci idiots.

>>8900203
>all of his ideas have been disproven
Link, faggot. Also Taleb is a professional statistician

>>8900194
certainly not /fa/
>those shoe-things

>>8900182
It is my man. Neitzche wasn't a nihilist , he just believed morals didn't start from any objective standard like someone like Plato would say. When Neitzche says we should put greatness and strength before our happiness he is speaking about the fulfilment of creating your own virtue, which isn't easy. To do so you would have to place many things before your own happiness.

>>8900386
but what is the point of doing it if it sacrifices your own happiness?

>>8900650
what's the point of happiness if you sacrifice greatness and strength?

These questions don't have succinct answers because you don't have an arbitrator for what 'the point' is in general. It's an aesthetic choice, which is the only way life's worth living.

>>8900104
Post their best prose.

>>8900251
(1/2)
>Je voudrais savoir quelles nostalgies, quelles cristallisations poétiques, quels châteaux en Espagne, quelles constructions de langueur et d’espoir s’échafaudent dans la tête de l’apprenti, à l’instant qu’au début de sa carrière il se destine à être coiffeur pour dames, et commence de se soigner les mains. Enviable sort vulgaire, il dénouera désormais tout le long du tour l’arc-en-ciel de la pudeur des femmes, les chevelures légères, les cheveux-vapeur, ces rideaux charmants de l’alcôve. Il vivra dans cette brume de l’amour, les doigts mêlés au plus délié de la femme, au plus subtil appareil à caresses qu’elle porte sur elle avec tout l’air de l’ignorer. N’y a-t-il pas des coiffeurs qui aient songé, comme des mineurs dans la houille, à ne servir jamais que des brunes, ou d’autres à se lancer dans le blond ? Ont-ils pensé à déchiffrer ces lacis où restait tout à l’heure un peu du désordre du sommeil ? Je me suis souvent arrêté au seuil de ces boutiques interdites aux hommes et j’ai vu se dérouler les cheveux dans leurs grottes. Serpents, serpents, vous me fascinez toujours. Dans le passage de l’Opéra, je contemplais ainsi un jour les anneaux lents et purs d’un python de blondeur. Et brusquement, pour la première fois de ma vie, j’étais saisi de cette idée que les hommes n’ont trouvé qu’un terme de comparaison à ce qui est blond: comme les blés, et l’on a cru tout dire. Les blés, malheureux, mais n’avez-vous jamais regardé les fougères? J’ai mordu tout un an des cheveux de fougère. J’ai connu des cheveux de résine, des cheveux de topaze, des cheveux d’hystérie. Blond comme l’hystérie, blond comme le ciel, blond comme la fatigue, blond comme le baiser. Sur la palette des blondeurs, je mettrai l’élégance des automobiles, l’odeur des sainfoins, le silence des matinées, les perplexités de l’attente, les ravages des frôlements. Qu’il est blond le bruit de la pluie, qu’il est blond le chant des miroirs !

>>8900251
>>8900501
(2/2)
Du parfum des gants au cri de la chouette, des battements du cœur de l’assassin à la flamme-fleur des cytises, de la morsure à la chanson, que de blondeurs, que de paupières : blondeur des toits, blondeur des vents, blondeur des tables ou des palmes, il y a des jours entiers de blondeur, des grands magasins de Blond, des galeries pour le désir, des arsenaux de poudre d’orangeade. Blond partout : je m’abandonne à ce pitchpin des sens, à ce concept de la blondeur qui n’est pas la couleur même, mais une sorte d’esprit de couleur, tout marié aux accents de l’amour. Du blanc au rouge par le jaune, le blond ne livre pas son mystère. Le blond ressemble au balbutiement de la volupté, aux pirateries des lèvres, aux frémissements des eaux limpides. Le blond échappe à ce qui le définit, par une sorte de chemin capricieux où je rencontre les fleurs et les coquillages. C’est une espèce de reflet de la femme sur les pierres, une ombre paradoxale des caresses dans l’air, un souffle de défaite de la raison. Blonds comme le règne de l’étreinte, les cheveux se dissolvaient donc dans la boutique du passage, et moi je me laissais mourir depuis un quart d’heure environ. Il me semblait que j’aurais pu passer ma vie non loin de cet essaim de guêpes, non loin de ce fleuve de lueurs. Dans ce lieu sous-marin, comment ne pas penser à ces héroïnes de cinéma qui, à la recherche d’une bague perdue, enferment dans un scaphandre toute leur Amérique nacrée ? Cette chevelure déployée avait la pâleur électrique des orages, l’embu d’une respiration sur le métal. Une sorte de bête lasse qui somnole en voiture. On s’étonnait qu’elle ne fît pas plus de bruit que des pieds déchaussés sur le tapis. Qu’y a-t-il de plus blond que la mousse ? J’ai souvent cru voir du champagne sur le sol des forêts. Et les girolles ! Les oronges ! Les lièvres qui fuient ! Le cerne des ongles ! Le cœur du bois ! La couleur rose ! Le sang des plantes ! Les yeux des biches ! La mémoire : la mémoire est blonde vraiment. À ses confins, là où le souvenir se marie au mensonge, les jolies grappes de clarté ! La chevelure morte eut tout à coup un reflet de porto: le coiffeur commençait les ondulations Marcel

Hi, I'm a slut

>>8899737
Hi slut, I'm dad.
WHERE DID I GO WRONG ;_;
Also I didn't think her poem was all that bad, for a slam poem. Had some decent moments.

>>8899748
"Blowjob eyes" was magnificant

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>>8899467
>open Infinite Jest.pdf
>ctrl+f: discernible talent
>0 results
mfw

>>8899467
Actual results: 0. Bloom is senile.

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>open OP's thread
>ctrl+f "original content"
>0 results

mfw

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>>8899402
This image forgets that Derrida's books contain anything but clearly communicable ideas.
Good luck next time, analytic plebs

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contrarian for /lit/ but i think derrida's time will come again. not right now b/c SJW plague but at some point when we realize all of the market-driven ideological propaganda that turns the wheels of our scenic disasterland tour runs on myth and ideology.

derrida's not sexy now for 2 reasons. 1, b/c poststructuralism goes hand in hand with globalization. and 2, because globalization is the enemy, alt-right mythology (or analytic STEMfaggery/technophilia/whatever) seems like the answer. ok

people dislike JD because he didn't supply any easy solutions. we want easy solutions because life is scary. so /lit/ likes to make him a scapegoat but what really grinds gears is that he wouldn't have given a fuck

i'm not a derrida apologist and i've shit on him plenty. but he's only an easy target if you think he wasn't aware of the fact that modern humans are always looking for linguistic solutions that only reproduce the problems inherent in language and representation

the west handed itself over body and soul to capitalism, but the real magic is done by advertising, text, and myth and derrida knew it. he knew that there was no correspondence between text and reality but that doesn't stop people from blaming him for pointing this out. if you go to your doctor and he gently implies that you are a fat fuck it doesn't mean he's a bad doctor. it means he can't stop you from destroying yourself with another cheeseburger.

derrida just wanted to break the spell he thought needed to be broken. but we're still addicted to the magic of text because we're afraid of the alternative, which is free-floating in zero-G. and we should be.

so that pic suggests that he BTFOd himself but all it means is that he was on to something. language isn't able to clearly communicate ideas. it doesn't stop people from trying, but they only reproduce themselves

>>8899501

this made me interested desu

suggested reading to get started on derrida?

I don't even have a picture of the character before the author describes it. It's just a concept with a name attached to me.

>>8898938
Why is this a problem?

Why is it a problem?