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Hey /lit/, I'm slowly making my way through the Greeks, where's a good place to start with Aristotle?

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Just read this and I'm interested in reading some stuff from the other side. Are there any Persian/Asian sources of the Greco-Persian Wars?

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Are there any writers besides Borges and Calvino who are worth reading?

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BREAKING

/ARE NICK/ has published a new article at Jacobite!

I repeat:

NICK LAND HAS PUBLISHED A NEW ARTICLE AT JACOBITE

Get the fuck in here!

http://jacobitemag.com/2017/06/20/modernitys-fertility-problem/

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>Sally Rooney gets published
>Makes a fortune
>New Irish literary giant
>Nobel laureate

What's the average/lit/izen's life trajectory like?
>Post age
>What you're doing
>What you wanna do
>Life trajectory hypothesis

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>he believes in subjectivity

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What is the best translation of Aristotle's Poetics?

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>there exist mathematical statements that have no proof
>we can not be sure of consistency of scientific method
Are we just fucked and doing anything ends up on the same level as some cargo cult tribe.

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For a young man in the 21st century, J.K. Rowling embodies just about everything that he hates about his own mother, but can't outright say to her. An aging neoliberal single mother with an inflated sense of self-importance using twitter to cope with her increasing irrelevance. The sort of woman who hasn't seriously thought about any of her opinions, but feels the need to push them on to others and condescend to anybody who might think differently.

She is an archetype. Neither insightful nor funny nor controversial. She is a consummate mediocrity basking in the praise of similar mediocrities the world over who have projected their own aspirations on to her, satisfied that somebody like them is a billionaire. Her Christianity is an accessory. She takes everything that she's been taught by public school and daytime television and fashions a god out of it.

She conceives of public affairs in the nebulous terms of "love" and "hate". The fact that an action might fall outside of either of these two categories, or that something she deems "hateful" might in fact be the wiser choice has not occurred to her. Despite this, she is shockingly easy to bait into a bitter, spiteful rage. Furthermore, her generosity only extends as far as her personal comfort. At the end of the day, it's little more than virtue signalling and if social opinion undergoes some vast sweeping change then she'll fall in line.

In many ways, she's already missed the boat. Her brand of comfortable feminism has already fallen out of style. She just doesn't know it yet. The second wave man-hating sexual phobia that sees rape everywhere. Its frigidity is evident in her writing. Then the bizarre merger with proud slut queer positivity. The post-hoc declarations of characters' sexual proclivities. The rationalization of racial retconning. It's like she discovered a Harry Potter fan tumblr, followed a couple links, and incorporated whatever she saw, resulting in an incoherent schizophrenic worldview. That's probably exactly what happened.

Her name is fucking Joanne. Need I say more?

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In the past if you wanted to learn something:

>Read a book
>Study an old manuscript
>Read newspapers with long text, debates and feuds between peoples
>Go to a local discussion or committee
>Talk politics in the pub with locals and learn what is going on in your community
>Join a club
>Meet new people at school/university becoming life-long friends and develop together
>Write a journal and keep a track of your life

Nowadays:

>Sit at home watching shit TV and propaganda all day stuffing your fat face
>Images and footage cut in a particular way and removed of all context and history to give you a particular idea
>Propaganda news owned by big CEO's that can assert any agenda without opposition to make themselves richer
>Watch a shit documentary that can be summarised in a 5 minute Wikipedia article
>Podcasts take literally 2 hours to explain what a book could explain in 10 minutes with more fluidity and precision
>Societal depression arises out of bad news on tv
>One must be aware at all times of what is going on on TV/pop culture in order to fit in without learning anything new by meeting new people

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A crinkle beneath the eye of someone who passes you by on the street, crinkles we have come to recognise as the effect of a genuine smile. Pleasantries, albeit phatic, all around. Niceties are nice, and niceness is nice… And nice, nice, nice… I am nice. But fuck me, I’ll never be one of them. They’re the same as every other fucker on the planet. They get mad, they get rude, they’re mostly passive-aggressive, but as long as they can smile and ask “how’s it goin’?” when they catch you off-guard in the morning trying to fumble a couple of coins to get your coffee, they’re nice.

I wish I could be them, the guy walking down the street with his headphones on, nodding his head along to the music conspicuously and singing too, although I don’t know how audible he was, as I was sitting in a bus, on the other side of the road… I want to be him. I like the airily ignorant ramblings of the people. The lack of self-awareness, the peppiness. But if I became them, I couldn’t point out The Great Canadian Lie: They’re not nice, they just smile and ask “how’s it goin’?” a lot.
Canadian utilitarianism was at its finest when Frank couldn’t believe I wanted to buy him a coffee. We’d not seen each other this semester because of class schedules. I’m from a culture of overtly self-aware, and painfully voyeuristic people, a cynic who cultivated a sense of meta-awareness of my own predisposed cynicism, which is ingrained in most Indian youth. But Frank here was giving me some stiff competition. He only really believed I was serious about buying him that coffee when he was almost done with it, and got comfortable around me. “There’s this Egyptian girl I…” That’s my cue to cut this conversation short and leave. I don’t know if I’m nice. I lied earlier. Maybe I bought him coffee to prove to someone, you or I, I don’t know, that I am nice. But it would’ve been nicer to listen to him talk… About things. Canadians aren’t very bright. Pussy, shoes; rinse, repeat. Cutting-edge, my words, I know what I sound like. Aspiring Camus, more like Tao Lin. But this goes somewhere, I promise. Just give me some time and don’t leave me to myself. We’ll be elsewhere in twenty minutes, and I will grow on you.

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How old are you?
http://www.strawpoll.me/13241002

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Niggers, I just finished Moby-Dick and holy fuck ... How much truth is there to Ishmael's story? The way he wrote was always heavily idealistic and self-confident, and now, he of all people, is the lone survivor in this tragedy?

I think one sentence fits the book quite well: "If you think this is going to have a happy ending, then you haven't been paying attention"

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How to write a movement's manifest?

And what to do then if you are not part of a group?

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is buying books pure ideology when all books are pretty much available to be read for free online? i am torn between the joy i feel at owning books as physical objects i can write in and place on a shelf as an instant reminder of all the ideas and feelings and my memories thereof inside & a self consciousness that i'm just being a good consumer and the desire therein to liberate myself from this means of slave morality control and further assert myself through action and ambition

tldr: is there any validity to owning a book collection?