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He's an edgy pseud

>>8127635
he's the definition of an edgy pseud.

>>8127639
he's the epitome of the definition of an edgy pseud

he should undergo mental treatment to relieve him of his suffering. Then when he has been cleared of all psychological dysfunction he should be beaten to within an inch of his life

Needless to say, the reason for punishment is because such slave has threatened that which isn't his anymore, his life, and thus is akin to having tried to kill someone's cattle

>>8127351
Wouldn't the beating revert the psychological treatment?

John Clare: I Am

I am—yet what I am none cares or knows;
My friends forsake me like a memory lost:
I am the self-consumer of my woes—
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes
And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossed

Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life or joys,
But the vast shipwreck of my life’s esteems;
Even the dearest that I loved the best
Are strange—nay, rather, stranger than the rest.

I long for scenes where man hath never trod
A place where woman never smiled or wept
There to abide with my Creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept,
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie
The grass below—above the vaulted sky.
A tragic poem made all the more tragic by the circumstance in which it was written In a Victorian madhouse.

The Sleeper - Poem by Edgar Allan Poe

At midnight, in the month of June,
I stand beneath the mystic moon.
An opiate vapor, dewy, dim,
Exhales from out her golden rim,
And, softly dripping, drop by drop,
Upon the quiet mountain top,
Steals drowsily and musically
Into the universal valley.
The rosemary nods upon the grave;
The lily lolls upon the wave;
Wrapping the fog about its breast,
The ruin molders into rest;
Looking like Lethe, see! the lake
A conscious slumber seems to take,
And would not, for the world, awake.
All Beauty sleeps!- and lo! where lies
Irene, with her Destinies!

O, lady bright! can it be right-
This window open to the night?
The wanton airs, from the tree-top,
Laughingly through the lattice drop-
The bodiless airs, a wizard rout,
Flit through thy chamber in and out,
And wave the curtain canopy
So fitfully- so fearfully-
Above the closed and fringed lid
'Neath which thy slumb'ring soul lies hid,
That, o'er the floor and down the wall,
Like ghosts the shadows rise and fall!
Oh, lady dear, hast thou no fear?
Why and what art thou dreaming here?
Sure thou art come O'er far-off seas,
A wonder to these garden trees!
Strange is thy pallor! strange thy dress,
Strange, above all, thy length of tress,
And this all solemn silentness!

The lady sleeps! Oh, may her sleep,
Which is enduring, so be deep!
Heaven have her in its sacred keep!
This chamber changed for one more holy,
This bed for one more melancholy,
I pray to God that she may lie
For ever with unopened eye,
While the pale sheeted ghosts go by!

My love, she sleeps! Oh, may her sleep
As it is lasting, so be deep!
Soft may the worms about her creep!
Far in the forest, dim and old,
For her may some tall vault unfold-
Some vault that oft has flung its black
And winged panels fluttering back,
Triumphant, o'er the crested palls,
Of her grand family funerals-
Some sepulchre, remote, alone,
Against whose portal she hath thrown,
In childhood, many an idle stone-
Some tomb from out whose sounding door
She ne'er shall force an echo more,
Thrilling to think, poor child of sin!
It was the dead who groaned within.
Edgar Allan Poe

I hate being love sick.
Sick of love, yet wallowing in the sickness.

It’s just another girl.
Nothing different here.
She's with someone
They’re always with someone.
Or something.
Or someplace.

It’s so hard to focus when you’re struck
Even still when it’s been so long
Even still when what you want isn’t what’s available
Even still, I have to go on.

This note is private
No one can see this
No one should see this
A man is a man who acts
Who does what's needed
Who does right by others first

This note?
This note is selfish
This note is reassurance
This note… This note must not go on

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>thinks shakespeare is still important

>>8127226
>thinks there was no room for sui generis after Shakespeare

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>>8127235

>thinks one can participate in greatness by attacking it

>>8127031
Prove him right first, then we'll talk.

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>Scientism and the never-ending quest to pit philosophy and science against one another

>>8127077
upvoted my man, i cringed when i read those first few words of his book without anything to confirm it

>>8127010
When it comes to Dostoevsky always Pevear and Volokhonsky

>>8127021
Stop trolling, dumbshit.

I've been researching Dostoevsky translations recently, and I've discovered a lesser known translation by Kyril Zinovieff and Jenny Hughes that I think is the best I've found. Check it out on Amazon.

Before I found their translation I was going to go with either David Magarshack or Michael R. Katz.

I dropped Anna Karenina after realizing Levin was a Tolstoy insert

>>8126990
You'll be disappointed to find that every main character in Ballard's books are Ballard himself.

>>8127043
It's fine in Empire of the Sun, given that it's basically a fictionalised autobiography of his childhood. Just not so much in his fantasy novels.

Went to see some of the Empire sites when I lived in Shanghai. His house was gutted, is now a fancy restaurant. Pain to find.

The camp is now Shanghai Middle School, also a pain in the ass to get to from what I remember, though the metro lines might accommodate that area more by now. A lot of the buildings he describes are still there, but sadly the block he lived in was torn down a few years back.

Pretty cool following the little tour of shanghai he gives during the passage where he's cycling. You need to know the colonial Street names, but it's straightforward enough. He also describes the scene on the Bund with pretty precise detail, if you read that chapter while sitting on the Bund you can see exactly where he's talking about because he locates incidents by the buildings.

>>8126857
>satanist asking non satanists for satanist book recommendations
I smell an edgy teen

That one Lavey book, Nihilism, Nietzsche, all while listening to Evanescence

>>8126857
The one about Crowley being a secret agent.

I fade in and back out of it myself. Once it's come to you it's there to stay and is assuaged only by busy periods of life when there's no time and it's useless to contemplate such things.

>>8126790

I still haven't

please help me. everything seems cold and dead

>>8126790
When I realized the term Nihilism is an entirely empty designation that only people with poor philosophic literacy take seriously

>>8126785
No

>>8126785
no

Yes read it, but be aware it's fantasy YA shit

>>8126716
Its funnier but Hitchhikers Guide had a more intelligent universe

>>8126716
I watched up until the episode where his clones nearly kill Mort. Maybe it was the end of Season 2.

It's actually good stoner sci-fi, nothing life changing or something to be taken seriously, but light bullshit with some thinking behind it. Kind of reminded me of Hypersphere. I think one of the creators browses 4chan, he mentioned trolling /tv/ in an interview. The show have that slightly WASPy autismo tinge to it that memes have conditioned me to like.

Are the rest of the episodes good? Some were funny, some were really weak. Do they continue to develop each episode's premise or sci-fi cliche inventively, or are they running out?

>>8126833
There's only two seasons and I'm pretty sure that's not an actual episode your describing there friend. Maybe you should actually pay attention to things and you'll like them more.

>>8126667
>quads of by one

I am currently reading an omnibus of the first two books

>>8126688
Where are you atm?
First two are one of the best books I've ever read, masterpieces.

>>8126627
>What made the English so special, so appealing to the Krauts?

shared love of beer and violence
they're both the chavs of Europe

>>8126691

t. Poland

>>8126627
If you're American think of Manifest Destiny and consider that every country with an empire had a similar thought process "Oh look we're playing at being Romans and we're really good at it! Thanks God!".

It could also be an idea to look into Geopolitik and how Germany was trying to beat (in a way) the US, Russian and British super powers through a unified Europe. The EU is a similar project.

And that Kaiser Wilhelm was educated in Britain and took a lot of the cultural capital back with him. That's all the sort of context you need for comments like that.

(OP cont.)

The thing about Shakespeare is that every single one of his characters is the wittiest, most brilliant human being on planet earth. Every single last one. They're all geniuses. They're all so fucking stagey. How can people stand it?

That's my real beef with Shakespeare.

(OP cont.)

People say Shakespeare was this brilliant character writer or some bollocks. It's plainly obvious he could only write one character: himself. Just so happens "himself" is this unbelivably brilliant and protean genius.

(OP cont.)

And what the fuck is up with all the puns? They drive me up the fucking wall.

>>8126454
No, I'm not some sort of autist.

>>8126454

I use perfect punctuation to intimidate people because I am severely autistic.

I've never owned a mobile phone and thus never sent a text, thus I've never ended a sentence with a period in a text. QED