/lit/ - Literature

>>16560911
>I have a theory that Mishima knew that his coup was destined to fail.
Well, that's why the suicide was rehearsed.

>"It's the problem of scholars, even artists: Our words have no power. We think we are changing the world – particularly on the left," he said, and paused. "You accept your symbolic castration – that your writing will take time to have a modest influence on your contemporaries." In other words, he accepts the compromises necessary to live a normal life, with an income, collegial support, home and family.

>Yet Kaczynski's writings and life have intrigued Apostolidès by emphasizing "the relationship between writing and killing, ink and blood."

>"From a cynical perspective, I write books without killing anyone – my writing will have no impact. The only way I can be listened to is to associate my writing to something." That is, "either your own blood or someone else's."

>For instance, he cited Japanese writer Yukio Mishima, whose meticulously planned seppuku in 1970 triggered an avalanche of interest in his works.

>Kaczynski is following in these footsteps, rejecting the petit bourgeois alternative that Apostolidès has knowingly embraced and instead "linking blood and ink."

>If Apostolidès' contention seems eggheaded, consider a Jan. 8 New York Times article on the Jordanian doctor who killed nine people, including himself and seven CIA officers, in a suicide bombing in Afghanistan: "My words will die if I do not save them with my blood," he posted pseudonymously on a blog before his death.

>"My articles will be against me if I don't prove to them that I am not a hypocrite," the posting read. "One has to die to make the other live. I wish I could be the one to die."

Anything by pic related.

Take note. Mishima is peak LGBT literature for both the heterosexual and the LGBT non heterosexual. In the case of some male heterosexuals, Mishima elicits such strong passions among them, such that they may discover they are nonbinaries. I found that I was psychologically attracted to the minds of great men such that I felt like I could only ever love a man, yet I was torn, because I was only physically aroused by women and never felt a need to see a woman for longer than an hour. This was how I discovered that I was in fact nonbinary, and thus part of the LGBT community and that I was deserving of special treatment on behalf of society.

Let's take this a step further.

>One of the most startling paradoxes inherent in writing is its close association with death. This association is suggested in Plato's charge that writing is inhuman, thing-like, and that it destroys memory. It is also abundantly evident in countless references to writing (and/ or print) traceable in printed dictionaries of quotations, from 2 Corinthi-ans 3:6, 'The letter kills but the spirit gives life' and Horace's reference to his three books of Odes as a 'monument' (Odes iii. 30. 1), presaging his own death, on to and beyond Henry Vaughan's assurance to Sir Tho-mas Bodley that in the Bodleian Library at Oxford 'every book is thy epitaph'. In Pippa Passes, Robert Browning calls attention to the still widespread practice of pressing living flowers to death between the pages of printed books, 'faded yellow blossoms/ twixt page and page'. The dead flower, once alive, is the psychic equivalent of the verbal text. The paradox lies in the fact that the deadness of the text, its removal from the li'ing human lifeworld, its rigid visual fixity, assures its endurance and its potential for being resurrected into limitless living contexts by a potentially infinite number of living readers (Ong 1977, pp. 230-71)

>>15082779
Mishima is certainly deserving of one. He's the peak human being, a noble of the soul. How can you not want to follow or even aspire to be such a man? What saddens me is that there are no men like him anymore. All the role models we now have are materialist celebrities, envoys of the dollar and banes of the spirit.

One manlet sickly emotionally unstable asian boy with a world stacked against him, transformed himself, rejected comfort and acceptance for his art and cause. The world just doesn't make these people anymore.