amen. throw him in a steam engine room at the bottom of a boat and have him shovel coal for weeks at a time. then give him a room beneath a prostitutehouse so he can learn what the garden of eden really looks and sounds and smells like. He'll be a master writer after a few years of that.
Whenever I come across an account, or an opus, that looks like this, I glance over it, instantly acknowledging its ontology, then reflexively teleport out of it.
Seneca
Portrait of the artist as a young man
I'm an incel and I always walk with my old french copy of La Rochefoucauld's Maxims, its power helps the normie scum understand they're beneath me.
If you are an incel you are the one beneath them, hideous and dysgenic piece of shit.
Check’d
The Asbestos Diaries.
«SENSITIVE YOUNG MAN»? YOU DO NOT NEED «BOOKS»; YOU NEED PHYSICAL EXERCISE, AND A CREATIVE HOBBY, AND, PROBABLY, TESTOSTERONE.
being sensitive is good for a poet
SENSITIVITY IS COMMON TO ALL SENTIENT BEINGS, FROM HUMANS, TO ANIMALS, AND VEGETABLES; BEING A «SENSITIVE YOUNG MAN» IS BEING PUSILLANIMOUS.
characteristically dull way of imagining things.
robert graves called sorley (to his credit) an abnormally sensitive young man.
>characteristically dull way of imagining things.
I AM NOT IMAGINING ANYTHING; I AM POSITING FACTS.
>robert graves called sorley (to his credit) an abnormally sensitive young man.
AND?
philosophize about mankind and you brush aside individual uniqueness, which a poet cannot do without self-damage
>AND?
"and?" ...
You are a flamboyant namegay telling others they need testosterone.
Francis Bacon credited his genius to his uncommon sensitivity.
NON SEQVITVR.
it's nevertheless a very good point i'm making. and it's rather a beautiful point.
YOU HAVE NO «POINT»; YOU ARE NOT ARGUING ANYTHING.
¡Ay, la ironía!
amen. throw him in a steam engine room at the bottom of a boat and have him shovel coal for weeks at a time. then give him a room beneath a prostitutehouse so he can learn what the garden of eden really looks and sounds and smells like. He'll be a master writer after a few years of that.
Grow up homosexual. Your 30 yrs old.
Yes, and?
Poetry and 19th century fiction
Loving - Henry Green
In Search of Lost Time
All of Thomas Bernhard's novels
and maybe Sophocles' Electra
The best of us
Thought it was reviewbrah from the thumbnail.
The Red and the Black
I have this and atomised by Houellebecq sitting on my nightstand, which should I read first and why?
Journey to the End of the Night
what do you have in mind in terms of style or setting?
>nostromo
>the sailor that fell from grace with the sea
>prologue to Zarathustra
What every "sensitive (superfluous) young man" should have framed in his home.
Whenever I come across an account, or an opus, that looks like this, I glance over it, instantly acknowledging its ontology, then reflexively teleport out of it.
Try sissy hypnosis vol.88