/lit/ - Literature

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>given to an intuition, although not to sensible intuition
Perhaps this can also explain modernity as an occult locus, the intuition isn't simply an intuition to a non-sense -- but to nonsense, in all its Wittgensteinian negativity. Croaking Artaud poetry from the asylum of social conventions, the Outside plays with our desire for the bizzare, the unintelligable; Lovecraft and Shoggothic insurgency put on superheated cybernetic critique and fed back into itself to a zero point of K, or the extant collapse of intensities dragged across the body without organs.