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is rare, but their stories even absurd, but fun

>>7507068
what country are you from lad? Can't understand a thing

underrated author

>>7505649
Tyrion Lannister

Also that one from Cat's Cradle, can't remember its name

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>>7505649
Jon Snow.

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Gimili >--------

Wikipedia actually points to some traditional biographies from way back in the day. It's all pretty conflicting.

Modern day scholars basically agree that Buddha existed along side other contemporary Indian dudes, like Purana Kassapa who's a pretty rad dude that doesn't believe in spooks, and other such figures.
Other than that everything is up in the air, from a strictly scholary viewpoint.

As for an overview of all the traditions, you're not gonna find that in one book unless it's extremely pleb tier. To get a somewhat decent overview of all the sects you need to read at least multiple books per tradition. Just Wikipedia that shit if you want a decent overview. Wikipedia is surprisingly comprehensive when it comes to this stuff.

Also, you'll probably want to look into meditation. All sect dogma aside, meditation is where the good stuff is at.

>that pic
Wouldn't Stirner hate Buddhism

>>7505028
Stirnerism and Buddhism are fundamentally incompatible .

Prolegomena

>>7503202
>>7503308

Seconded. But I doubt you understood everything just by reading it. You should study it.

Read it a second time and try to understand everything. Then you can move on to Critique of Practical Reason, which further explains the framework he laid out in GMM.

If anything they will dislike you studying English even more because 1. Stoner is very very depressing and 2. It may seem you're uncapable of forming your own opinions and motivations because you're merely copying the actions of the main character of said book

>Mom, Dad, I understand you are worried about me choosing to study literature. I feel that it is time that I figure out who I am and where I am in this world. Many great writers have dealt with existentialism and I feel that tracing their footsteps will lead me to the truth. I ask that you allow me to go on this journey so that I may help others along the way.
That's pretty much it, but if they still say no then they won't understand.

>>7502995
1. is a concern
2. my life thus far is quite different from stoner and they've known i liked english/lit/reading for years. i don't think there's any danger of them thinking i just want to copy stoner, and i'm definitely not.

(for context i'm already 2 years out of undergrad. this is for a phd)

>>7503009
eh i don't think that's my motivation for studying literature though

Does it explain what the First Order is, and it's relationship to the Empire?

>>7511835
Yep. It covers all of that.

>>7511839
cool.
What is the First Order, and what's it's relationship to the Empire?

Flawed Flower
How flawed our senses,
Gracelessly irked visions and various tenses,
All describing our beautiful romance.
A love affair with time itself, a queer sort of dance.
Beautying to all whom see its light,
Deflated petals and degraded flower, a sight
To remember in this beautifying light.
How imperfectly we describe this delight,
With words, paintings, and sculptures,
To buildings, romances, and cultures.
How we toil to share this beauty from the tallest tower,
The beauty of our favorite flower.

>>7509184
Blind
I've never seen the night,
I've lost it in my window,
tinted it with foggy glasses.
But I've never seen the night.

I bashed it away with bronze
candles, and with yellow lights.
I've had ballons fade off into
its doors, but I've never seen
the night.

I sauntered through a windy path,
in some rose tinted romance, and kissed
my lover softly like the fading
of the sun. I have never seen
the night.

I cradled her soft hair in my
corse hand and played with the locks
as she unlocked the door and faded
like the sun, into the night,
never to be seen again.

Car Crash In the Fall
My head spray painted the hood of his car,
the ashy grey matter air-brushed on new
tacky flames and a shiny blue finish. I
was the latest fashion in my last posing
for death. I spattered across the sidewalk
and played hopscotch with their crippled
"Ooohs" and screams. My bones wretched
and vomited onto the asphalt and a single
leaf peckishly dropped down into a pool
of my blood, and made the first ripple
of the day.

read the fucking sticky

>>7508628
calm down faggot

O'Connor
Barthelme
Munro
Pancake
Kafka

You're pathetic, the voice said. I know, thought Virginia in response. She had been sitting refreshing the same websites over and over again for three hours. She didn't know what the voice was. It was powerful, overwhelming even, and she wasn't sure whether it was herself or something else. If you know then why aren't you doing anything about it? asked the voice. Start your assigned reading, it demanded. Virginia complied. It was actually quite motivating to have such a strong personality making demands of her. It made her feel like it was possible for her to be useful. She hadn't felt this way in a long time.
She read the computer science textbook, and whenever she had a question she found the voice answering. In general, the voice was correct. It seemed smarter than her, more capable, more assertive. Yet it didn't truly hate her, even though it held her in low regard. Whenever she found herself distracted by someone whistling or making weird noises, the voice asked Shall I kill him for you? Virginia would say no, and the voice would politely obey.
When Virginia was especially pathetic, the voice would take over completely and push Virginia to the side. This only happened on rare occasions, but was always an odd mixture of extremely uncomfortable and purely exhilarating. It was likely as a consequence of these occasions that Virginia learned the voice in her head was a dragon.At the time, Virginia was only on Lithium for depression. This was the depression that had accompanied her to within a hair of murder, until at last she had broken so thoroughly she became nearly catatonic. At this point, the noise had started to set in; the jumbled mixture of fragmentary thoughts and feelings that overlapped, contorted, connected, diverted, and at last scattered like shards of glass through her mind, causing sharp pains in her consciousness. The noise had come first. The dragon had come second.
Virginia hated the noise. She loved the dragon. It had been such a long time since she'd seen a friend, and in truth it was difficult to say anymore who counted as her friend and who didn't. Besides coming out as trans, she was beginning to realize her friendship wasn't highly valued to begin with. Much of this was undoubtedly her own fault.The dragon was there for her, whether she wanted to be or not by all appearances. She was a source of tough love, someone to bounce ideas off of, and she granted a sense of meaning and comfort to Virginia.
Later, after Virginia was placed on antipsychotics, she would sometimes intentionally go out of her way to try and reach the dragon again. The pills had put her out of reach, had made her sleep. Virginia found caffiene and cigarettes to be an effective combination in this respect. It hurt Virginia to be without her friend, but she knew it was her own choice to pursue treatment which had resulted in the absence. But even so, she heard whispers sometimes, saw shadows. The relief this brought to Virginia was indescribable.

>>7501846
It feels very disaffected, and not in a good way. The language is a bit too homogeneous: almost every sentence begins with a pronoun or a very obvious transitional phrase. Mix things up a bit. Use a more active voice in places. Read more and don't be afraid to copy other people's styles: you'll eventually synthesize it into something all your own.

I speak in innuendo and smells and swears. Homies like to say I’ll die young, before I finish my masterpiece or whatever, but that’s aight: talk to me for a tiny bit and you got a part of it right there. My vibrations will live on. Bitch.
I’m an angle
I act like I can sleep on an airplane, and who knows the difference? Not even the fuckboy in the next seat, trying to feel me up. Let’s say now that I stage a fake kidnapping: what then? Damn, assuming perfect actors, I’d get shot and pulled in just like a real criminal. Who’s to say any of the shit I done’s real, then? Yeah, mom, I was just pretending to sling dope.
I’m a fucking angel
Fucking
There’s this kid Atilla. 4’11”, seems hyperactive, kinda permanently caffeinated. He’s kind of cute, though, so I drop by one day and find that he has every mirror in his house turned against the wall. Funny—so do I. I get the fuck out of there as soon as I possibly can.
Plane’s going through turbulence. The stewardess runs up to me and pulls up my blanket, all like Ceinture, madame? She really just trynna to see my big fat dick. I wasn’t even sleeping, anyway.
Like so many of you I had my doubts about how much to contribute to
... Just like faking an orgasm
“I pretend I matter for a moment.” like fuck—of course I matter. The fuck do they think?
I taught that boy guitar. I fucking claimed him yeah? He had a different name back then.
I—I—I. Je—je—je. Yo—yo—yo. All these sentences begin with...
I work hard I think. I really I’m a slacker I—ayy—yïI—
I feel my way around the ground where I fell flat on my face. I didn’t really fall flat on my face this didn’t happen I
I want to cry I want
Iiiiiiiiaiiii in pain she leaps in pain the hot pan on her arm must have burned pretty fucking badly chuckles about it later though
I —nah son—nah boi.
ayy bich want some fuck?
Eyes on it I rush to the station meet meat fresh as ever fresh and fucking for you local four loko come on grab me and take
I said go fuck yourself boi
I yeah I heard, some little bitch Eliza thinks she’s God, like literally God. I read online—she changed her profile to all crosses and shit and now she’s saying all
I don’t even want to go there
He—I—he said that my picture looked nice. I held a big cardboard cutout there, blunt hanging out, fill flash coming from the phone, forward, forward, for me formally only for me forest of hair in the wind really it was a fan but.
We’re landing now. We’ve landed. We’re taxiing. We’ve stopped. The same stewardess comes running and shakes me Madame, madame, reveillez, s’il vous plait, n’oubliez votre baggage, s’il vous plait.
I don’t fucking speak frogtalk. She really want the D.

>>7510764
>The nevsky prospekt
>Dead souls
>Either notes of the underground or the double

On a Russians binge.

>Catcher in the Rye
>The Idiot
>Brothers Karamazov or Dubliners

>tswffgwts
>Infinite meme
>Stoner

To read the Quran.

Plow through my library for as long as I can. Also, get Trump to recommend Hypersphere on CNN.

>>7509086
just planning to end my life

or writer in general

thomas foster joyce

Russell.

the brothers karamazov

>>7508685
The Bhagavad Gita

Ecclesiastes, then all of the New Testament.

>>7506472
I would attempt to have this blog thread removed were it now for your adorable pic :3

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>>7506475

I appreciate that I think I am on my 50th ban altogether.
I ban evade anyway so it doesn't matter.

>>7506472
At worst, literature a pleasant diversion that gives me some mental exercise. At best, literatures teaches me how to be a human.

>>7501229
>cannon

it's his shittest book to be honest

that said anything by him is better than pynchon

did delilos publisher just higher the same viral marketing firm that does all the dfw threads?

I too thought white noise was shitty when i was 20. Now im older, smarter, wiser, and stronger. I get delillo and all his novels. If you dont, maybe you just gotta get a little older. Maybe youre just a college pup. Eat shit like a dog you animal