What's the conclusion (regarding how to act in life) one would draw from Schopenhauer "will".
If the will of the world is a thing and every individuals motivation is just an aspect of it.. okay but what consequences does this idea have at all for the individual?
If I try to answer this, it seems like he just wants a strategy of avoiding something bad.
Why is he so obsessed with suffering? I think he is. Why so negative? Is that stuff applicable to the West today?
everything is the aspect of will not just "motivation" your eyes your mouth your fingers, the will to do each of the things they do, it has to do with the kantian thing-in-itself is beyond experience, schopenhauer's will is that thing
for schoepenhauer all things including life is just expression of this will, you can't escape it nor can you satisfy it
>>7664709
so it's meaningless to humans, isn't it?
Hi, /lit/, I know this will go under appreciated. But I would just like to say that I love this board and those posters that take their time to contribute to threads. This is the only board that doesn't make me depressed or gives me the vague sense that something very wrong is going on. It has also opened my eyes to how much there is yet to experience, and that makes me happy about the future. Thanks faggots.
>>7663961
*shoves you against a locker* hey! y-you're alright anon
we're harsh on each other here but I think its all for the better
>>7663961
Man, 4chan has really one to shit if you think /lit/ is comparatively ok.
/lit/ used to be even better than this.
RIP archives
I'm writing off the cuff because of severe writers block towards a project I'm working on. Would like to know if you guys like this style of writing.
Tell them I was happy. Tell them I lived a fulfilling life and had no regrets. Tell them I wrote something inspiring and beautiful and poetic or something. It would be pathetic if my death was embarrassing as my life. - unedited suicide note
When I go out into a crowd. I feel all their eyes scan across me. I see their face twist and contort in disgust. As if they already know what type of shitty person I am without taking the prescribed six months of knowing me to figure it out. What the fuck happened? I was finger banging solid sixes yesterday then I passed out in a vodka fueled stupor and awoke in a panic thirty pounds heavier worried about all the things I've already fucked up. Scared to death of things already set in motion set in stone. I've tried to outrun the grinding millstone that I set in motion years ago with the constant steady string of bad decisions but its catching up ready to crush whatever soul and flickering dreams I cling to. Two years to the big three O. Two more years of failed investments and relationships. Two more years of bad television and masturbation. Two more torturous years till I'm officially dead inside. I'm learned enough to understand that we humans hit agemarks on our journey to the grave where we pick up habits that we kinda fall into. Like being obsessed with pokemon and riding bikes and blowing frogs up with firecrackers or listening to edgy shitty music and trying to touch boobs or being able to touch boobs and then wanted to stick your dick between them or sipping beer and taking a hit from a poorly rolled joint made of printer paper to killing a thirty rack and ripping dabs from space age contraptions. Then comes the coke and the sad whores who have kids but still want to party and at moment as you're getting blown by the prom queen who now looks like a leather bag ran over by a tractor trailer, a blowjob that is basically paid for in coke mind you, you begin to understand that your life that was once a circus had turned into a fucking horror show and there's no goddamn exit in sight.
At that moment you go soft in disgust and she keeps suckin because she wants that white lightening you begin to look back at all those bad moves and wrong turns. All those good girls you treated like shit and all those smuts you treated like goddamn goddesses. All those times you ignored the pleas of your parents to go to college. That one time or two or three times you fucked a fat chick. The time where being in love freaked you the fuck out and you literally snorted and drank and screamed a stable relationship away. That time where you drank too much and woke up upside down in your car and then went on to tell the cops to eat your dick. And as I think of these grand fuckups my dick shrivels up inside myself and the raggedy whore between my legs is desperately sucking at the hole in my crotch trying to suck my groundhog out of its prairie den. Now I get angry and I need to hit something so I push the living vacuum off my crouch and she starts crying because she thinks her payment of booger sugar won't be coming and I tell her I'm going to slap her around for a bit and after I'm done she'll take the entire eightball and get the fuck out of my shitty one bedroom apartment. She stops crying and she smiles and at its peak just when too much teeth begin to show I start the slappin and she stops smilin. I'm reelin out viscous wallops to her head and face and neck and tits and she's back to crying now. She puts her hand out and softly begs me to stop but a deals a deal so I slap her hand away and go even harder. Open hands become fists and smacks become dull thuds and she takes each one like a champ because this isn't her first rage filled rodeo for coke and it certainly won't be the last. I stop hitting her when my sobs are louder and stranger than hers and like an emancipated bruised and bleeding ghoul she scurries to the glass top and takes the bag of coke and leaves me to my deep seeded issues.
Now I'm a manager at applebees and life couldn't be better. Two years from now will be my big three O and when that happens I'll be celebrating with a shotgun in my mouth. Merry christmas happy new year go fuck yourself.
protip: if you have to selfbump 4 times it's trash
Can genre fiction be looked at critically and as Capital-L Literature? Is it just a select few novels within the framework of genre fiction or can it be any?
Why are you letting yourself get infected by /lit/ memes.
There's as much shit "literary" fiction as there is garbage genre fiction that the distinction is ultimately superficial. There's only good and bad fiction.
>>7662379
>why are you guys talking about aesthetics don't you know everything is just atoms
>>7662374
If you can make an interesting argument for the worth of a piece of fiction, go for it. just be aware that for the vast majority of genre fiction, it will be an uphill climb, not only because academia in general will be working against you (though this is starting to thaw out), but the work itself will be absolutely insipid in large percentages.
>college prof
>"anon don't write like that, it's corny, pseudo intellectual, self-gratifying, and cheap"
>"but let me tell you about this famous author who wrote exactly like you do, and why he's hot shit."
Fuck academia
Anon learns about context and why it is important.
>this retard thinks he is hot shit
>he is not
LMAO
>actually be a college prof
>"anon, don't write that. a^2 + b^2 = (a+b)^2 is clearly false in general"
>but let me tell you about how I think it should go and this really great idea I had about how I could write that equationthe student in question was operating in a finite field of prime order
can't we have a single infinite jest thread without shitty memes?
what do you think about the book?
and but so I think it was terrible. here is why [1] [2]
[1] too long. too many footnotes.
[2] author killed themselves
preddy gud
garbage book, hack author, bloom was right
Is the Will to Power worth reading? I know some of the history behind it, how its just his notes which his sister put together and used to make him le official Nazi man. But how would you rank it in terms of importance in Nietzsche's work?
>inb4 nothing he wrote was worth reading
>>7660882
>edited by Kaufmann
Nietzsche was a staunch Nazi, and libcuck Kauffman (Jewish cultural marxist btw) tries to make him out as some sort of progressive liberal to help breed out whiteness.
Don't fall for it.
How badly was this thing fucked by those editors? Was an original never recovered?
You can skip the book if you read about it.
I've seen the essential right-wing reading list before, but does /lit/ have one for left-wing. And if not, could I get some essential left-wing reading lists?
Fuck off
depends on how left
>>7664673
I don't want to start a /pol/ thread, I just want a list of books.
Just finished reading Fellowship
Was it any good?
It was shit and you thought that it was a book for children
>>7661816
I don't know you fucking retard, why don't youtell us since you just read it?
what a coincidence i just read the two towers.
was it a book?
>2016
>not listening to pic related while writing
What is that, some kind of Holst for plebs?
>pluto
>holst
>not scriabin
>not mahler
Learning Latin seems easy enough. Why arent you doing it?
>>7659761
in retrospect daria is not that good as I first thought
Id rather play with me cock
>>7659761
>implying I'm not forced to do so for my major's program
On a scale of 1 to 9, how suitable is the Russian language for the literary life?
>>7664268
0/9
Exhausted a century ago
Only interesting because the productive Russian spirit, in the 19th century, was the sparks and fire that resulted when the monolithic West and Old Russia grinded up against one another
Instead of birthing something from that fire, Russia descended into Chinese barbarism, and the minds that had kindled the original sparks were absorbed into the West
>>7664268
This literally looks like if Christians had Asian-style sacral buildings.
Which actually they are - Asian. Hm.
What does /lit think of this book?
>literally autism the book
nice
he looks like a qt
>the inner voice of a thirteen year old boy with autism
Good for him, but I won't read it
It's okay. Regurgitates the obligatory amount of motivational ideology. Very short, not much to it.
Haven't read all of it yet but so far it's the best thing I've ever read. Anyone feel the same? is anything better?
>>7663144
Never heard of it before but it seems interesting, what do you like about it?
>>7663144
I read it about two years ago, but it's stuck with me pretty heavily. There's something about Bolaño's writing, a certain flavour of melancholy and disentchantment that sits beneath (or hangs above) the text. Definitely my favourite author, and Savage Detectives is his best, though I need to see if it holds up on re-reads (I think it will). It sounds cliché'd as all hell, but I can't put a Bolaño novel down when I start one. Except maybe Monsieur Pain, that did nothing for me.
Have you gotten to the part where Belano meets with the literary critic at the beach? Not gonna spoil it for you, but if you've read it, you'll which part I mean. That scene has been haunting me for the last two years.
Bolaño power Ranking (the ones I've read at least)
>The Savage Detectives
>2666
>The Third Reich
>Antwerp
>Nazi Literature in the Americas
>Distant Star
>Amulet
>Monsieur Pain
>>7663159
Bolaño is great, but don't fall for the Mariachi Pynchon meme, they are not similar at all. I found his prose to be very clear and even quite simple at times, even when it is poetic. But that might be due to Wimmer's and Andrews' translations (it is here that I admit I don't speak Spanish and had to read him in English).
See for yourself.
>“It was raining in the quadrangle, and the quadrangular sky looked like a grimace of a robot or a god made in our own likeness. The oblique drops of rain slid down the blades of grass in the park, but it would have made no difference if they had slid up. Then the oblique (drops) turned round (drops), swallowed up by the earth underpinning the grass, and the grass and the earth seemed to talk, no, not talk, argue, their comprehensible words like crystallized spiderwebs or the briefest crystallized vomitings, a barely audible rustling, as if instead of drinking tea that afternoon, Norton had drunk a steaming cup of peyote.”
>>7663144
>Is anything better
Everything by Gass, Gaddis, Hawkes, McElroy, and Orlovitz.
What is it that makes literature superior to other mediums?
Don't pretend it isn't.
it's older, and there's more of it, so there's a higher absolute number of good literature vs other, younger media
in general, words and spoken language are our most direct and heavily developed means of symbolic expression and representation
it's the same reason we talk to each other and have conversations rather than dancing about and painting together
It takes discipline to both create & consume it.
It can be enjoyed by anyone, anywhere (assuming literate) no matter who they are.
It conveys information with a density that other art forms simply cannot do.
It can simultaneously teach & promote intense, visceral emotive states.
It requires a depth of imagination & visualization other mediums do not.
