/lit/ - Literature

>>2772464
I introspect probably more than I read. Self-analysis is a strange beast, though. It's hard to discern realization from rationalization.

>>2772370
I read up to 7 books at the same time. Any more than that is too much. I'm reading 4 at the moment.

>>2770835
I am not permanent.

(Also: Bulgakov. Master and Margarita at the very least.)

>>2770838
disregard this I can't read

Please tell me you read The Nose and The Overcoat. Please consider reading Notes from Underground.

Is this the weekly tripfag awareness thread?

>>2770443
Would you consider a newer article by the Telegraph to be more or less reputable than an older one?
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/science/science-news/9100273/Breaking-the-speed-of-light-CERNs-neutrino-e
xperiment.html

Do you have any experience in philosophy? People who haven't read Nietzsche are right that he is often iconoclastic but they forget that he is an actual philosopher and not an aphorism-machine.

If you want to jump in as quickly as possible, read an anthology on Western philosophy (like Russell's, even though Russell shortchanges Nietzsche therein), and then pick up a copy of The Portable Nietzsche. That way, you'll have a superficial grounding in philosophy -- perhaps enough to "get" a lot of Nietzsche -- and then you can digest a weighty chunk of his work as organized by a very competent Nietzsche scholar (Walter Kaufmann).

>>2770366
This anon is essentially right, but that doesn't mean you need an extensive education in philosophy to try.

>>2770317
How does it handle the tone switch-over? I assume there's no place where the background and text are the same gray.

>>2770231
I read It by King when I was 12. Does that count for anything?

>>2770178
Lolita. My sister's 11. Fuck it.

>>2770201
An organic chemistry textbook. All those fucking reaction mechanisms...

>>2769434
I'm going to the beach. I'm going to try to enjoy myself at the beach and read The Plague. Goodbye for now.

>>2769378
Perhaps "self-alienation" wasn't so good a term (it has Marxist connotations, and I haven't read Marx in years), but what I meant was that you're intellectualizing a non-intellectual part of yourself, essentially splitting yourself in two and weighing the parts against each other from the perspective of your intellectual self, which would see any basic drives or needs as reasons for guilt instead of a simpler fulfillment.

>I feel guilty about trying to feel and experience the world and be happy, as it lets down the intellectual and thinking and observing part of me.
Why isn't it okay to try to do both? Each one is already unachievable (to be perfectly happy or perfectly learned) by itself. The guilt is the problem, and you need to rework your perspective to get rid of it, maybe?

I'm sorry if this is unintelligible. I discovered that lemon juice works really well with vodka this afternoon.

>>2769393
No need to apologize. Sorry if I appeared to be an angry neckbeard who still haven't come to terms with his homossexuality.

>>2769373
To be honest, I was just being contrarian and injecting a little Derridean nonsense into the thread.

I actually agree with what you said. I just think it was silly that you felt the need to organize it into formal logic. The concept "horse" is not a horse, and all that.

You also seem prone to being offended, and that's always fun to play with.

>>2769364
You seem upset today, friend. Is everything alright at home?

>>2769362
*is. Forgive me.

>>2769349
It sounds to me like you've externalized your own mind. You need to remember that you aren't working to sate your brain; you are your brain, and your consciousness it part of it. Self-alienation is a very anxious and depressive state.

>>2769328
>mfw logical positivism

>>2769229
Do realize that he is quoting the Marquis?
Can you read?

Death by Starvation by Hegesias. Shame it didn't make it out of Alexandria.

>>2769082
>In which he is objectively wrong.
Did you see what I did there?

>>2765674
I wrote this shitty poem in a poetry comp. course like two years ago:

Life is

like walking in pouring rain
at night, already so wet that there’s nothing
to keep dry so you just keep sloshing down

the road that’s really more of a river,
sounding with the thrum of waterfalls,
and that sound makes you forget

your destination and notice the sunken,
rippling lamplight in the road and how your
clothes hang heavy like loose, stretched skin

and how your feet don’t feel like yours,
but you’re as wet as you can be so you might
as well see where this road leads.

You’re afraid of what may hide in the dark
and how long you can last in the numbing
rain. The road horrifies. Despite this, you think,

It’s kind of pretty.