What (if any) musicians could be considered poets?
>>7808947
Leonard Cohen was a poet before he picked up a guitar. Some decent stuff I suppose.
fuck
>"Woman has hitherto been treated by men like birds, which, losing their way, have come down among them from an elevation: as something delicate, fragile, wild, strange, sweet, and animating—but as something also which must be cooped up to prevent it flying away."
Am I completely misinterpreting what he wrote, or did Nietzsche actually say something nice about women?
Nietzsche liked women.
>>7808882
'the perfect woman is a higher type of human than the perfect man, and also something much more rare'.
>>7808900
The nonexistent is extremely rare tbqh
ITT: Tropes you're tired of in fiction that need to die
>Old knowledge is always more powerful or superior to modern knowledge
Every fucking fiction series I've ever read has had this. Even sci-fi. Somehow, characters always have to go searching after some forgotten knowledge or item that was more powerful than anything they have in the present day. That's not how technology works in real life at all. Fiction seems to love the idea that technology is declining rather than increasing, even though that's never happened since the Black Plague.
>anyone who sneers or is unpleasant when they are first introduced turns out to be evil
That one's not as universal, but I've still found it in almost all fiction I've read. Anyone who's described with scornful or mean-spirited body language when they're first introduced almost inevitably turns out to betray the protagonists or be on the evil side in some way in most fiction. That's not how human nature works at all.
>>7808872
I'm assuming you're talking about like popular fiction? "The Chosen One" has been a crutch for bad-writers who don't know how to explain why the fate of the universe is in the hands of some kids/teens for too long now.
>>7808872
Sounds like genre fiction problems to be honest.
you should read pride and prejudice and be amazed, op
Who are the best five living authors around now in your opinions?
McCarthy, Pinecone and Gass
They will all probably die pretty soon
Salman Rushdie, Will Self, Kazuo Ishiguro
>>7808864
WILL SELF HAHAHAHAHA
I just started reading this, why is every character's dialogue so fucking stilted?
Nobody in this book talks like a human being, and they all talk the same way. Even the narration is stilted.
>>7808762
Every writer has strengths and weaknesses. DeLillo's terrible at naturalistic or noticeably varied dialogue.
>>7808766
It's fucking awful though, why do people like this?
>>7808779
I can't speak for everyone, but I found the idea of it highly amusing. The dialogue was a flaw, but I didn't care enough to be bothered by it.
If this kind of stuff really irks you, DeLillo's not for you.
>"The woman indulges in literature just as she indulges in a small sin: as an experiment, in passing, looking around to see if anybody notices it — and to make sure that somebody does."
Did Nietzsche predict female booktubers?
why the fuck is this board obsessed with gender so much? it's worse than /pol/ and jews
goddamn fucking go back to /r9k/ if you just want to complain about women. just because you post a pic of an writer doesn't make your permavirgin complaining lit related you goddamn manchild
>>7808670
based as fuck
>>7808670
yes, women do things for attention, get over it jesus baka senpai
Are you guys familiar with anthroposophy? I've only just encountered it through Owen Barfield, who was influenced by Steiner (Barfield's Saving the Appearances was probably the most intriguing explanation of Christianity I've encountered)
Yeah let's talk about Anthropology and Stirner OP.
>>7808662
this is not stirner
Neanderthals were the ultimate spooks and I think Stirner understood that deep down, despite ascribing to a very Homo erectus worldview
Ray Monk uses Hilary Putnam's death to burn Roger Scruton
It's only funny if you know the context behind it though.
who is roger scrotum
why is a monk trying to use heat to inflict wounds upon him
how does this 'hilary' figure tie into all this ruination
Scruton wrote some pro-Tobacco pieces while working for a Cigarette company.
"HAHAHHAHAH HE IS WRONG ABOUT EVERYTHING NOW!!1"
It's really wonderful to see hack intellectuals like Monk STILL grasping at straws like this.
I started reading Gravity's Rainbow and in it pynchon, at least so far, uses more flowery language than McCarthy in Blood Meridian. So why is it that a common complaint about McCarthy is that he uses people prose, but not about Pynchon? Not that I think either really do. Is it just because McCarthy describes pretty landscapes?
What the fuck is "people prose"
>>7808597
Purple prose
>people prose
>try to read philosophy
>be a native english speaker but essays are not that easy to understand, feels like i'm not understanding it completely
>reading pic related
>feels like reading philosophy
how do i become a better reader?
i can read popular modern fiction (e.g. game of thrones) and nonfiction (e.g. guns, germs and steel) very easily, but some books actually seem harder to read (e.g. philosophical works)
increase your vocab, duh.
you have to work your way up by reading gradually more difficult works, you can't just jump in the deep end and expect to understand every reference in ulysses if all you've read is game of thrones. borges is very esoteric and reference-heavy.
>>7808550
>>7808560
Sorry, OP, but these two jokers are wrong. You have no hope and should probably quit reading forever. In high school, I went straight from reading pleb genre fiction in junior year to Gravity's Rainbow/difficult meme books in senior year with no progression whatsoever. Reading difficult books is a skill that you're born with so you either have it or you don't. Stop trying to be something you're not and go read Rothfuss/Green or never read again.
>he posts on an English language forum but reads translated english-written novels
>his first language is portuguese
>>7808452
may as well just be
>not english
the most beautiful language
Por muito tempo achei que a ausĂŞncia Ă© falta.
E lastimava, ignorante, a falta.
Hoje nĂŁo a lastimo.
Não há falta na ausência.
A ausĂŞncia Ă© um estar em mim.
E sinto-a, branca, tão pegada, aconchegada nos meus braços,
que rio e danço e invento exclamações alegres,
porque a ausĂŞncia, essa ausĂŞncia assimilada,
ninguém a rouba mais de mim.
>>7808494
>beautiful language
>all those accents
Non.
When will we make the 2016 Top 100 Books list?
>>7808435
We shouldn't.
>a farewell to arms above to the lighthouse
>yfw the OP of that thread literally chose 92 through 100
we should have more than 3 votes next time to avoid this shit
Where the Thomas Wolfe folks at? I'm interested in Of Time And The River, is it fine to jump right into that or should I read Look Homeward, Angel first?
You should pack up and move to Asheville, best city on earth.
I used to post about him here a lot.
I recommend starting with Look Homeward, Angel since it's the first book in chronological order of the life of the character he depicts.
I also recommend his short story collection From Death To Morning. in 2011 I mentioned a story from that collection called "No Door" in a group discussion where the group comprised of some fifteen people plus the professor in charge. Shortly after mentioning it, when the class were talking amongst themselves, a cute half-Turkish girl (who looked white, but had a vaguely Mediterranean look on account her of full red lips, thick black hair and dark brown eyes) beckoned my attention and asked me what the name of the story was that I had mentioned. I repeated the title and she wrote it down in her writing pad. After one of these group discussions had ended in subsequent weeks I was walking towards the exit of the building when she called out my name from behind me and asked, in a casual tone, whether I was walking back to campus and informed me, after I told her that I was, that she would walk with me. Immediately after we had exited the building she took out a laminated flyer from her backpack and handed it to me and briefly told me about a theatrical production in which she was to play a negro housemaid, for which the flyer was an advertisement, and told me, again in a casual tone, that I should come along. Due to my inability to maintain a detached, hardened disposition while in a relatively intimate situation with an individual to whom I am attracted I began to ball up my fists in my jacket pocket and suppress every potential line of conversation supplied by my subconscious. Rather than rely on the sort of instinctive words and humour which are most genuine and thus most likely to make people laugh or be entertained by your frank expression, I instead mumbled a few words about something that really wasn't very funny, to which she replied with what I felt and still feel was an affected enthusiasm, perhaps intended to inform me through her behaviour that she was attracted to me and had been for some time. We crossed the street and while I walked across she half-jogged ahead of me and then, once I had reached the opposite side, apologized for being hyperactive. On our walk to campus we passed a group of people she knew, and my instinct was to keep walking several steps and stand at a distance from them, half-turning and taking a step or two away from her, unsure whether she had forgotten about me and not wanting to humiliate myself by remaining there and having her friends, some of whom looked over towards me as she spoke, to consider me pathetic for being delusional enough to think I had "a chance" with this girl.
She then said goodbye to them and returned to me and we walked to campus where her co-actors from the theatre department wore green tshirts with slogans across them in white print and handed out the same flyers I had received earlier. I said goodbye and made my way to the library to return some books. On leaving the library I turned left and walked along a rather narrow sidewalk on my way home. Looking up I saw the girl and two or three of her co-actors walking along the sidewalk towards me, presumably to hand out some flyers inside the library or somewhere else on campus nearby. I am unsure whether she saw me but for whatever reason my instinctive reaction on seeing her was to frown intensely, lower my face to the ground, arch my back into something of a hunchback, and dart along a narrow side-path which allowed me to avoid passing her by. The semester soon ended and I did not have a further opportunity to talk to this girl. In the following year of college she was in another class of mine, though as before I was rather repulsed by the several wristbands she wore from various sponsored events associated with the college. Having no friends at this point, I usually arrived at this class early, took my usual place at the far side of the room, and waited for her to arrive in the hope that she would sit somewhere where I could occasionally look at her, if only to fuel my imagination and the elaborate daydreams I had constructed over numerous weeks in which she and I were the loving protagonists. One class she arrived wearing a white woolen jumper with the sleeves pulled up her wrists a little, and a few semi-curled strands at the back of her dark hair, which she wore up in a "bun", falling onto her pale neck. This was to be the last time I ever saw her, and I regret to this day that I lacked the courage, or enthusiasm, or energy, or mental wellbeing, or confidence to make my affection for her known.
So far it's basically lol yams which it what other people had warned in previous threads. There are also small bits of cucking thrown in here. This is for my World Literature class but I'm ready to write a summary based on just what I've read so far plus some secondary sources. The level of nostalgia he seems to have towards 3rd world barbarism makes me sick.
A shit ton of wrestling. Does it get any better or what is the deal?
it's just Heart of Darkness from the African perspective
>>7808650
Well I knew that since our teacher had us read large amounts of HoD. It's just so banal and trance like whereas I got a real sense of excitement from reading Conrad.
RIP
wow... too young.....
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