/lit/ - Literature

Part of a research paper I've submitted, what does /lit/ think? Can post more.

To be clear, there are natural divisions within fields of study, a surgeon need not know how to calculate the length of a spiral based on its angle. However just as Euclidies could not envision a three-dimensional curve in math’s, we too have become blinded on how we cannot deconstruct everything without humans as the core issue to be taken into consideration and the interactions between the deconstructed subjects. This holds especially true for Social Sciences in comparison with Natural Sciences since we deal more with humans who are complex creatures and cannot be examined from a singular point of view. You cannot examine language as a bubble. Language exists in a complex structure of intersections between all the social sciences since it serves as our medium of communication.

To elaborate on my last point, it is a failure on the regard of academics to not see the damage we have caused to our own fields of study by examining it through the lens of any one particular subject. More often than not I will read a study or a research paper examining a piece of literature in order to determine its validity from a Marxist standpoint or from a Feminist lens or from any singular point of examination, whether it be an attempt at quantitative or qualitative analysis, and ignoring the myriad of other attributes associated with the text. By slicing up the text, its examination serves such a myopic vision that anything is assessable in order to prove any point as long as the examination is rigorous enough. Everything written is in support of freedom of speech, everything written is oppression for people who speak, mankind has always oppressed women, men have died in wars and have been rewarded with nothing but platitudes. Anything is provable and everything is up for grabs.

Okay /lit/ I wanna get into poetry, what is an essential poetry book.

Guess who's sitting in central London, feeling sad about being an ugly subhhuman and seeing Chads and Staceys everywhere, drinking coffee, and has no passions in life?

Guess who will be in his home city next week, feeling sad about life, seeing less Chads and Staceys, sitting in his car, drinking coffee? Guess who will feel like a loser for not being in London even though the business of London never motivated him one bit and he will only be back at his parents' house for Christmas?

>read 20 pages of war and peace last night and got to about page 405 out of 1000
>book is just ok so far
>suddenly have the realisation that the book may amount to nothing and isn't going anywhere and I'll get to the end and think, "So what?" and then look online and see the pseuds saying that the placement of commas had profound Hegelian significance and other bullshit about the tides of history and "Great men???"
>read 2 chapters of On The Origin Of Species this morning, including one titled Natural Selection
>feel happy reading a non translated book and one by a genuinely smart guy instead of a pseud philosopher or fiction writer
>feel happy that in the introduction he says he will take a swing at topics that still come up in /pol/ bait topics which was amusing
>feel happy reading "The Original Works" (Tm)
>but feel bad because the book is kind of boring and could be summarised in 20 pages at most
>feel bad because reading "The Original Works" (Tm) is pushed by pseuds who want to pretend that sitting in an armchair reading lots of pages is as intellectually worthwhile as taking a tough university course or doing actual scientific or intellectual work- humanities has detached itself from actual intellectualism and its closest intellectual relative is mentally ill continental philosophy / leftism bullshit and one of their in-group signalling mechanisms is reading lots of books and pretending that this gives the same understanding or requires the same rigour or difficulty as the practice of science or anything that must make falsifiable predictions

Once I finish those two books I will stop reading for pseud cred. This feeling that I have to read a load of boring old books and pretend they were profound is like carrying a weight on my back 24/7

And related to this post, about 20 minutes ago I went in to the Trafalgar Square art gallery but when I saw the sign pointing to the main inner area with paintings by Michaelangelo and Raphael and so on I decided to not go in because to pretend I care or could appreciate or that the appreciation wasn't part of a pseudointellectual in group signalling competition would have been unbearably pseudy. I was so ashamed to even be there. The normies in there looked mostly like 99.9 % brainless subhuman frauds or just frauds.

>woke up at 9 am
>another aimless weekend in London
>can't be bothered to get out of bed
>been browsing 4chan for 2 hours

So how do I get over my wasted youth, lack of female attention ever, no social experiences ever since I was 18, incredibly unhappy and lonely time at university and afterwards, becoming the ugly loser nobody talks to after one day at work, bitterness due to all the above and knowledge that Chads and Staceys have much easier lives than me and I will always be judged harshly for being ugly?

It seems that day to day living has become a herculean task when carrying the weight of this. I'm not stupid enough to rationalise any of this away.

tldr: How do I stop worrying about all the stuff I feel like I have to do?

Yesterday as I was reading war and peace to rid myself of the guilt of not having read it, I had the epiphany that I should read lots and lots of books to give my life some sort of aim and make myself more interesting. I imagined all the books I could read in a year if I read more than 100 pages a day. Then when I woke up on Tuesday I thought this was dumb and was a consumerwhore activity and I needed time for other stuff.

I am going through some parts of a maths textbook to feel less dumb about now knowing fairly basic stuff and it feels like doing stuff for a check list rather than out of real interests. Then I saw an online Stanford course on machine learning which is probably time consuming but I feel like I need to do that or else I'm dumb / missing something as well.

What is worrying is that I currently have a lot of free time and I'm wasting it. God knows how I'll feel when I have gone full wagie and have zero free time

My everythingstential crisis is particularly intense this morning.

Can you recommend even one (1) book that freely admits and builds upon any of: the arbitrariness of all axioms; living as an ugly male in this era that we live in; the easiness of all normie lives; the intellectually bankrupt nature of non stem academia; the death of novels and their colonisation by academia and pseudointellectuals; and so on?

>another weekend in London as an ugly subhhuman
>woke up at 9 am
>bought coffee during my binge yesterday so I can drink it at home instead of overpaying at coffee shops
>drink coffee and browse internet on my phone from 9 to 12
>wonder whether I should throw away the coffee and tell myself I'll give it up or keep it because I'd have to spend more if my willpower fails by tomorrow
>go to gym
>only just left my flat to walk around and feel sad about life

What do I even do today? I am planning to maybe eat at McDonalds to reward myself in advance for giving up coffee and eating nothing for the past 24 hours.

Remember when I'd post like this during summer? I had many more daylight hours to feel sad in. And there were Staceys everywhere. Now it's all in my head. There are barely any hours before it gets too dark to do anything.