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>>9884742
i love eating a high-class meal, where the dishes blend fresh ingredients in ways i would not think possible. i also like cheap meals, soaked in fat and loaded with carbs.

if i only ate high-class meals, it would drain me of resources best spent elsewhere. if i only ate cheap meals, i would lose my palette and probably get fat. if i only ate raw vegetables (*cough* scientific journals), i would be healthy, but i would lose my ability to find joy in eating.

you should probably take a break from the high-brow, opie, and read something comfy like wodehouse or tolkien. variety is the spice of life.

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>>9884774
>food analogy

>>9884774
>if i only ate raw vegetables (*cough* scientific journals), i would be healthy, but i would lose my ability to find joy in eating.
>Being such a pleb you cant enjoy the deliciousness of vegetables.
Also, your analogy is extremely retarded, if I was able to eat only high-class meals for the rest of my life I'd with no doubt do it.

I thought it was funny.
I laughed a lot.
hahaha

>>9884754
hahaha

I like how the characters speak weird
It's absurd
Haha

>>9884665
Is this new in any way?

>>9884665
When we renounce learning we have no troubles.
The (ready) 'yes,' and (flattering) 'yea;'--
Small is the difference they display.
But mark their issues, good and ill;--
What space the gulf between shall fill?

What all men fear is indeed to be feared; but how wide and without end
is the range of questions (asking to be discussed)!

The multitude of men look satisfied and pleased; as if enjoying a
full banquet, as if mounted on a tower in spring. I alone seem
listless and still, my desires having as yet given no indication of
their presence. I am like an infant which has not yet smiled. I look
dejected and forlorn, as if I had no home to go to. The multitude of
men all have enough and to spare. I alone seem to have lost
everything. My mind is that of a stupid man; I am in a state of
chaos.

Ordinary men look bright and intelligent, while I alone seem to be
benighted. They look full of discrimination, while I alone am dull
and confused. I seem to be carried about as on the sea, drifting as
if I had nowhere to rest. All men have their spheres of action, while
I alone seem dull and incapable, like a rude borderer. (Thus) I alone
am different from other men, but I value the nursing-mother (the Tao).

>>9884665
>a meatship
except that it isn't, even....

posty

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The Verb to Be
By Dan Piepenbring February 19, 2015
FROM THE ARCHIVE
Andre_Breton
ANDRÉ BRETON IN 1924.

André Breton’s poem “The Verb to Be” originally appeared in our Spring 1985 issue.

I know the general outline of despair. Despair has no wings, it doesn’t necessarily sit at a cleared table in the evening on a terrace by the sea. It’s despair and not the return of a quantity of insignificant facts like seeds that leave one furrow for another at nightfall. It’s not the moss that forms on a rock or the foam that rocks in a glass. It’s a boat riddled with snow, if you will, like birds that fall and their blood doesn’t have the slightest thickness. I know the general outline of despair. A very small shape, defined by jewels worn in the hair. That’s despair. A pearl necklace for which no clasp can be found and whose existence can’t even hang by a thread. That’s despair for you. Let’s not go into the rest. Once we begin to despair we don’t stop. I myself despair of the lampshade around four o’clock, I despair of the fan towards midnight, I despair of the cigarette smoked by men on death row. I know the general outline of despair. Despair has no heart, my hand always touches breathless despair, the despair whose mirrors never tell us if it’s dead. I live on that despair which enchants me. I love that blue fly which hovers in the sky at the hour when the stars hum. I know the general outline of the despair with long slender surprises, the despair of pride, the despair of anger. I get up every day like everyone else and I stretch my arms against a floral wallpaper. I don’t remember anything and it’s always in despair that I discover the beautiful uprooted trees of night. The air in the room is as beautiful as drumsticks. What weathery weather. I know the general outline of despair. It’s like the curtain’s wind that holds out a helping hand. Can you imagine such a despair? Fire! Ah they’re on their way … Help! Here they come falling down the stairs … And the ads in the newspaper, and the illuminated signs along the canal. Sandpile, beat it, you dirty sandpile! In its general outline despair has no importance. It’s a squad of trees that will eventually make a forest, it’s a squad of stars that will eventually make one less day, it’s a squad of one-less-days that will eventually make up my life.

>>9884713
despair is decay
despair is a monster that if exposed to the sun explodes with the lust that it once thought was power. Now knows that it cannot be anything but weak. Despair rots you from the inside the opposite of power, nothing but shame, sitting in it's own filth

read Mao I first

>>9884634
Yeah i was expecting that joke.

>>9884629
Players, just finished it last week. Top tier DeLillo

>>9884387
who is this erection inducing specimen

>>9884392
it's probably a man

occasionalism is actually the correct choice

>>9884045
It's devil shit... you wouldn't understand

>>9884059
hmm

Heaven.

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Best dick joke since Big Sur.

>>9883906
get Necronomicon. It's his best stuff in one place

>>9883920
I already got this. I heard this has everything Necronomicon has, which stories were good from that book?

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>>9883906

>>9883821

There Must Be Some Mistake by Frederick Barthelme
The Collected Stories of John Cheever
The Bascombe Novels by Richard Ford
Daniel Martin by John Fowls
Revolutionary Road by Richard Yates
Other Men's Daughters by Richard Stern
The Rabbit Tetrology by John Updike
Stoner by John Williams

>>9883877
what makes you say them?

Ulysses

>>9883815
You sure? I've been wanting to read it, but i havent had the time or courage, but from the little i know about it, you're probably right.

>>9883802
>and its a bit immature
Wow, it's almost like it's for children or something.

I just want to say that I like that book

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>>9883765
Unironically my novel
that will never be published

>>9883765
Darconville's Cat
Stoner
Portrait of an Artist as a Young Man
The Recognitions (not college based but NYC)

honestly if you like farina and you haven't checked out pynchon I would change that immediately, they were homies

>take Dan Brown
Moron!

>implying the theological debates aren't the best part of the book

>>9883590
They were good, they were just irrelevant. Compare this to Bros K where the theology actually directly ties in with the characters and their motivations. The laughter debate was the only relevant one. The poverty plot line (the much larger one that took up maybe 200 pages) was almost entirely disconnected with the murder plot line.

>>9883572
>and could fit in /r/iamsosmart sometimes.
More like r/books haha. I've read Cat's Cradle and slaughterhouse 5. The former was pretty good, and got me in to reading. The latter was kind of "meh" just because it doesn't seem to capture the horrors it wants to show us. And the horrible bits are quite short. You can't really feel for people who are wandering around in Luxembourg to get caught to get sent some place better. I liked the horsey bit though, just because it was so sad. His ideas aren't great but he's a good entry level author.

>>9883599
Same thoughts
>good entry level author
What would you advise to read next?

Also, Breakfast of champions was the worst

Well, in Descartes' case, I don't think you really take that as some basic aristotelian syllogism to the added benefit it may give you to go traveling, whether physically or just literarily. I think that at this point, you've reached a point where you're confident enough that what you've read is enough to keep a livable, bearable conversation going on in your mind that reflects the world around you, and I think anything you read from here wouldn't necessarily be able to detract from that, but rather add that to it which would somehow make you feel bereft of your grounding again. If you never want to attenuate this feeling of "grown-outed ness," then by all means, don't read; but that, I think most people would paradoxically say, is defying the imperative of all patrician thought or personal discourse through literature in general, which is to always press onward, to experience and reflect on new things. You could feel in the future like this time you felt that you'd grown out of something was wasted, because of the way you feel right now getting in the way of that need, or seeming responsibility, to further your reading and find more things that can be "important" to you.

Pls respond
I have no one else to ask this stuff

>>9883628
I know I aint no Descartes
What kind of stuff should I read keeping in mind the situation in which I am. It would have to be something completly alike to the path of the western cannon

I've been much more in touch with music lately

Is if like my body doesn't want me to expose myself to more words, sometimes I just stare at the window for hours, with either an almost blank mind or the total opposite state, feeling time passing through and carrying me. I know this sounds chessy but is true.