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capitalism tries its best to make anything that involves buying and selling cool. books aren't quite as cool as video games or movies, though, because those products funnel the profits towards corporations and not individual humans.

because it's easier to transmit text over a serial line than it is to force digitized sound down it. this leads to the death of oral tradition.. no, wait, that was Caxton and Gutenberg.

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>Youre such a good reader Anon
>Teach me Anon senpai
>Read to us please, nyoro~
>Come to my dorm room later and talk about literature with me *wink*

Yes yes yes, its finally happening. I've waited so long for this day.

>>7487600
"No,"

I think there's an added bit of artistry with McCarthy in that it's never unclear who is talking or what is happening. But potentially there would be, which makes quotations easier. I think his artistry has to stand in relation to the typical convention. He's purposefully and knowingly doing it.

Why do they pretend to like anything?

>>7484444
A fine sense of irony. The real question is why men sincerely like Bukowski?

>>7484445
bitchez, man. bitchez and hoes.

>reading IJ
>woman commends me for being able to hold up such a large book for such a long bus ride
>th-th-thanks?
>spaghetti
>it was all a wet dream

>>7479643
I imagined the woman as an old woman, as if she were calling you a strapping young man, which made this funnier.

I relate

>reading anywhere
>You aren't really reading, you're skimming.
>No way are you reading every word.

>Pressure to appear to read slower builds, quietly wait ten seconds before turning page

Start with the Greeks.

>>7492113
I search the greeks and first link is https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greeks_(finance).
???

Never heard of it. Watch Oedipus the King.

>>7491655
>redpill
You /pol/tards really have a hard-on for that pleb movie made by a tranny and his bro, don't you?

Ignoring the "redpill", Dugin definately is worth a look. He's often called a fascist by western academia, but Neo-Eurasianism is much more complicated and in my view it does transcend the simplistic left/right paradigm. You can find many of his translated essays on archive.com and his lectures on youtube. He's less practical than the European New Right though, and definatley more crazy than de Benoist who he often collaberates with

Just another faggot retard cuck disability-riddled cocksucking jerko spack wanker who deserves to eat a knuckle sandwich every now and then. Oh boy oh boy.

pynchon

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>>7491041
This one understand why someone would be sad, however, doesn't the realization that life only has the meaning you give it and you are not tied by anything except what you tie yourself to make you feel liberated ?, I mean I know I could just grab my things and walk straight north without giving notice to anyone, I could but I don't want to because I enjoy my life I find that really relaxing :^)

>>7491067
oh sorry, didn't notice the picture, not related in any way c:

moby dick

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>>7490829
Fleet tactics and coastal combat by Wayne Huges

Someone on reddit (inb4 >reddit) made fun of me for liking Military Doctrine and theory books but I don't know, you might like them !

>Ayn Rand
Everything else is excusable, but this is simply too much.

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>>7490520
>American Harry Potter

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Needs more Amy Acker autobiography

W. Shakespeare

>>7490466
I was reading that he invented over 1700 words

>invented words

just let that sink in

it's because it's become reddit-tier, and the worst part is that most people here think reading infinite jest and pynchon gives them the authority to be pretentious.

TOP KEK.

>looks around
>anime thread
>two harry potter threads
>several shitty obvious baits
>two "i want girls" threads

It's not pretentious, it's shit

You wouldn't understand

Thanks for that flash of insight.

>>7489908
no probs fαm

>>7489868
Saint Agustine comes to mind.

Neitzsche isn't a good place to start.

Read a history of Philosophy first.

Magee's Story of Philosophy is good.

>>7487348
Too general and light of an overview of Nietzsche, bad translation, and an awful place to begin with philosophy as a whole.

To start I recommend 'a History of Western philosophy' by based Sir Bertrand Russell

Death Fugue by Paul Celan

Black milk of daybreak we drink it at sundown
we drink it at noon in the morning we drink it at night
we drink and we drink it
we dig a grave in the breezes there one lies unconfined
A man lives in the house he plays with the serpents he writes
he writes when dusk falls to Germany your golden hair Margarete
he writes it and steps out of doors and the stars are flashing he whistles his pack out
he whistles his Jews out in earth has them dig for a grave
he commands us strike up for the dance

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night
we drink in the morning at noon we drink you at sundown
we drink and we drink you
A man lives in the house he plays with the serpents he writes
he writes when dusk falls to Germany your golden hair Margarete
your ashen hair Shulamith we dig a grave in the breezes there one lies unconfined.

He calls out jab deeper into the earth you lot you others sing now and play
he grabs at the iron in his belt he waves it his eyes are blue
jab deeper you lot with your spades you others play on for the dance

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night
we drink you at noon in the morning we drink you at sundown
we drink you and we drink you
a man lives in the house your golden hair Margarete
your ashen hair Shulamith he plays with the serpents

He calls out more sweetly play death death is a master from Germany
he calls out more darkly now stroke your strings then as smoke you will rise into air
then a grave you will have in the clouds there one lies unconfined

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night
we drink you at noon death is a master from Germany
we drink you at sundown and in the morning we drink and we drink you
death is a master from Germany his eyes are blue
he strikes you with leaden bullets his aim is true
a man lives in the house your golden hair Margarete
he sets his pack on to us he grants us a grave in the air
he plays with the serpents and daydreams death is a master from Germany
your golden hair Margarete
your ashen hair Shulamith

I serve the base
I was an ace
I carry her
In my face

Pls r8, no bully

The idea of Order at Key West

She sang beyond the genius of the sea.
The water never formed to mind or voice,
Like a body wholly body, fluttering
Its empty sleeves; and yet its mimic motion
Made constant cry, caused constantly a cry,
That was not ours although we understood,
Inhuman, of the veritable ocean.

The sea was not a mask. No more was she.
The song and water were not medleyed sound
Even if what she sang was what she heard.
Since what she sang was uttered word by word.
It may be that in all her phrases stirred
The grinding water and the gasping wind;
But it was she and not the sea we heard.

For she was the maker of the song she sang.
The ever-hooded, tragic-gestured sea
Was merely a place by which she walked to sing.
Whose spirit is this? we said, because we knew
It was the spirit that we sought and knew
That we should ask this often as she sang.

If it was only the dark voice of the sea
That rose, or even colored by many waves;
If it was only the outer voice of sky
And cloud, of the sunken coral water-walled,
However clear, it would have been deep air,
The heaving speech of air, a summer sound
Repeated in a summer without end
And sound alone. But it was more than that,
More even than her voice, and ours, among
The meaningless plungings of water and the wind,
Theatrical distances, bronze shadows heaped
On high horizons, mountainous atmospheres
Of sky and sea. It was her voice that made
The sky acutest at its vanishing.
She measured to the hour its solitude.
She was the single artificer of the world
In which she sang. And when she sang, the sea,
Whatever self it had, became the self
That was her song, for she was the maker. Then we,
As we beheld her striding there alone,
Knew that there never was a world for her
Except the one she sang and, singing, made.

Ramon Fernandez, tell me, if you know,
Why, when the singing ended and we turned
Toward the town, tell why the glassy lights,
The lights in the fishing boats at anchor there,
As night descended, tilting in the air,
Mastered the night and portioned out the sea,
Fixing emblazoned zones and fiery poles,
Arranging, deepening, enchanting night.

Oh! Blessed rage for order, pale Ramon,
The maker's rage to order words of the sea,
Words of the fragrant portals, dimly-starred,
And of ourselves and of our origins,
In ghostlier demarcations, keener sounds.

>>7486561
Legitimately beautiful. As a holder of a Bachelors in a STEM field, I found it to be really very accurate. Cline is a master storyteller.

>>7486561
stop

As an engineer I found this to be a lovely bit of Nostalgia. as a 90's kid I remember playing these videogames in my youth and this book brought back all those memories and hit me right in the feels. 5/7 cannot recommend enough.