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Is the illiad just an over-glorified action movie in the form of a poem? Couldn't Homer skip some of the spear chucking?

>pic unrelated

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>read a "classic" novel
>its usually about some fag struggling with feels
>its usually long and meandering
>shrug, pretend like you enjoyed it, move on with life

>read philosophical work
>its usually about some fag's completely subjective conjectures about the nature of reality and things in it, even though he has no actual proof and there are thousands of equally respected works with opposite viewpoints
>shrug, pretend like this idiocy made you smarter, move on with life

>read a science fiction novel
>its usually about colourful, imaginitive futuristic worlds, creatives technologies, mindbending ideas, unique stories, memorable characters and exciting look at ourselves through the twisted mirror of human imagination
>enjoy your time with the book, and keep it as a warm memory

Why are you still wasting time on boring shit that dulls the mind, /lit/?

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can you please help me interpret this?

Please remember me, happily
By the rosebush laughing
With bruises on my chin, the time when
We counted every black car passing

Your house beneath the hill and up until
Someone caught us in the kitchen
With maps, a mountain range, a piggy bank
A vision too removed to mention

But please remember me, fondly
I heard from someone you're still pretty
And then they went on to say that the Pearly Gates
Had some eloquent graffiti

Like 'We'll meet again' and 'Fuck the man'
And 'Tell my mother not to worry'
And angels with their great handshakes
But always done in such a hurry

And please remember me, at Halloween
Making fools of all the neighbors
Our faces painted white, by midnight
We'd forgotten one another

And when the morning came I was ashamed
Only now it seems so silly
That season left the world and then returned
And now you're lit up by the city

So please remember me, mistakenly
In the window of the tallest tower
Call, then pass us by but much too high
To see the empty road at happy hour

Gleam and resonate just like the gates
Around the Holy Kingdom
With words like, 'Lost and found' and 'Don't look down'
And 'Someone save temptation'

And please remember me as in the dream
We had as rug burned babies
Among the fallen trees and fast asleep
Beside the lions and the ladies

That called you what you like and even might
Give a gift for your behavior
A fleeting chance to see a trapeze
Swinger high as any savior

But please remember me, my misery
And how it lost me all I wanted
Those dogs that love the rain and chasing trains
The colored birds above there running

In circles round the well and where it spells
On the wall behind St. Peter
So bright on cinder gray in spray paint
'Who the hell can see forever?'

And please remember me, seldomly
In the car behind the carnival
My hand between your knees, you turn from me
And said the trapeze act was wonderful

But never meant to last, the clowns that passed
Saw me just come up with anger
When it filled with circus dogs, the parking lot
Had an element of danger

So please remember me, finally
And all my uphill clawing
My dear, but if I make the Pearly Gates
I'll do my best to make a drawing

Of God and Lucifer, a boy and girl
An angel kissin' on a sinner
A monkey and a man, a marching band
All around the frightened trapeze swinger

is it about suicide or the death of a relationship?

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How is suicide not the ultimate answer to nihilism, existentialism, pessimism, materialism, and positivism? Why don't godless, directionless people just, you know, acknowledge their wretchedness and rest in piece?

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is this piece of literature good?

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how can any literature possibly capture picrelated? It cant. The medium has inherent limitations.

I can admit that Im an ugly fuck who wishes I had this life. can you?

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Did I get memed?

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>The brittle is the subjective entity existing for itself but it must deploy the difference of the concept. The point becomes the line and posits itself as an opposed extreme to the line; the two are held by their middle term and point of indifference in their antithesis. This syllogism constitutes the principle of shaping in its developed determinacy, and is, in this abstract rigour, magnetism.

>Magnetism is one of the determinations which inevitably became prominent when thought began to recognise itself in determinate nature and grasped the idea of a philosophy of nature. For the magnet exhibits in a simple, naive way the nature of the concept. The poles are not particular things; they do not possess sensory, mechanical reality, but rather an ideal reality; the point of indifference, in which they have their substance, is the unity in which they exist only as determinations of the concept, and the polarity is an opposition of only such moments. The phenomena revealed by magnetism as merely particular are merely and repeatedly the same determinations, and not diverse features which could add data to a description. That the individual magnetic needle points to the north, and thus to the south as well, is a manifestation of general terrestrial magnetism: in two such empirical magnets the poles named similarly repel each other, whereas the poles named differently attract. And precisely this is magnetism, namely, that the same or indifferent will split apart and oppose each other in the extreme, and the dissimilar or different will posit its indifference. The differently named poles have even been called friendly, and the similarly named poles have been called hostile.

>The statement, however, that all bodies are magnetic has an unfortunate double meaning. The correct meaning is that all real, and not merely brittle, figures contain this concept; but the incorrect meaning is that all bodies also have this principle implicitly in its rigorous abstraction, as magnetism. It would be an unphilosophical thought to want to show that a form of the concept is at hand in nature, and that it exists universally in its determinacy as an abstraction. For nature is rather the idea in the element of being apart from itself so that, like the understanding, it retains the moments of the concept as dispersed and depicts them so in reality, but in the higher organic things the differentiated forms of the concept are unified as the highest concretion.

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What is an atheist/materialist alternative to or critique of existentialism?

Most people that don't believe in God seem to revert to some kind of existentialism when pressured

pls no christian bait

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What do you believe is the meaning of life?

>tfw I think I have depression

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Why are obvious frauds treated as heroes in the literary world?

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What was the name/blog of that kid who was writing essays with lots of nested brackets? i think he also had some poems

also are there any other interesting /lit/ artists?

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Just finished Ulysses and gosh that was a ride

Pick what I read next /lit/

Choices are: The Brothers Karamazov, JR, or War and Peace

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Why did old books have such long titles? I'm talking about stuff like Benjamin Franklin's "Early to Bed, and Early to Rise, Makes a Man Healthy, Wealthy, and Wise, Or, Early Rising, a Natural, Social, and Religious Duty" and Daniel Defoe's "The Life and Strange Surprizing Adventures of Robinson Crusoe, Of York, Mariner: Who lived Eight and Twenty Years, all alone in an un-inhabited Island on the Coast of America, near the Mouth of the Great River of Oroonoque; Having been cast on Shore by Shipwreck, wherein all the Men perished but himself. With An Account how he was at last as strangely deliver'd by Pyrates".

There are a bunch of other examples, but book of that time seem to all have very long titles.

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I've never finished a book, other then when I was forced to, How do you do it anon?