/lit/ - Literature

[Anonymous No.12599556]

why are we here /lit/

just to suffer?

[Anonymous No.12599569]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LbLVvWH0ZEE

[Anonymous No.12599572]

>>12599556

>tfw want to be antinatalist and pessimist but found that book to hard to read

I couldn't understand half the sentences.

[Anonymous No.12599573]

Apparently you're here to play a sisyphuscian role making these threads every day, but it's self imposed

[Anonymous No.12599589]

>>12599572
Ligotti is puffy literature. His vocabulary is too large for his own good really.

[Anonymous No.12599613]

>>12599572
its basically jsut filling out Peter Wessel Zapffes' "The Last Messiah" (freely available online) with some scientific studies and literary analyses.

its worth the read just for the incredible one-liners and mic drops:

>“No other life forms know they are alive, and neither do they know they will die. This is our curse alone. Without this hex upon our heads, we would never have withdrawn as far as we have from the natural—so far and for such a time that it is a relief to say what we have been trying with our all not to say: We have long since been denizens of the natural world. Everywhere around us are natural habitats, but within us is the shiver of startling and dreadful things. Simply put: We are not from here. If we vanished tomorrow, no organism on this planet would miss us. Nothing in nature needs us.”


>“Also worthy of mention is a clique among the suicidal for whom the meaning of their act is a darker thing. Frustrated as perpetrators of an all-inclusive extermination, they would kill themselves only because killing it all is closed off to them. They hate having been delivered into a world only to be told, by and by, “This way to the abattoir, Ladies and Gentlemen.” They despise the conspiracy of Lies for Life almost as much as they despise themselves for being a party to it. If they could unmake the world by pushing a button, they would do so without a second thought. There is no satisfaction in a lonesome suicide. The phenomenon of “suicide euphoria” aside, there is only fear, bitterness, or depression beforehand, then the troublesomeness of the method, and nothingness afterward. But to push that button, to depopulate this earth and arrest its rotation as well—what satisfaction, as of a job prettily done. This would be for the good of all, for even those who know nothing about the conspiracy against the human race are among its injured parties.”

>“This is the tragedy: Consciousness has forced us into the paradoxical position of striving to be unself-conscious of what we are—hunks of spoiling flesh on disintegrating bones.”

[Anonymous No.12599628]

>>12599613
> its worth the read just for the incredible one-liners and mic drops:

agree so much lmao

maybe its just because i was zogged for the first part but they get better and better towards the end. like the diatribes about shit

[Anonymous No.12599641]

>>12599628

If you hadn't read Zappfe's essay before, you absolutely have to. The meat of Conspiracy, boiled down to absolute terror:


So there he stands with his visions, betrayed by the universe, in wonder and fear. The beast knew fear as well, in thunderstorms and on the lion’s claw. But man became fearful of life itself – indeed, of his very being. Life – that was for the beast to feel the play of power, it was heat and games and strife and hunger, and then at last to bow before the law of course. In the beast, suffering is self-confined, in man, it knocks holes into a fear of the world and a despair of life. Even as the child sets out on the river of life, the roars from the waterfall of death rise highly above the vale, ever closer, and tearing, tearing at its joy. Man beholds the earth, and it is breathing like a great lung; whenever it exhales, delightful life swarms from all its pores and reaches out toward the sun, but when it inhales, a moan of rupture passes through the multitude, and corpses whip the ground like bouts of hail. Not merely his own day could he see, the graveyards wrung themselves before his gaze, the laments of sunken millennia wailed against him from the ghastly decaying shapes, the earth-turned dreams of mothers. Future’s curtain unravelled itself to reveal a nightmare of endless repetition, a senseless squander of organic material. The suffering of human billions makes its entrance into him through the gateway of compassion, from all that happen arises a laughter to mock the demand for justice, his profoundest ordering principle. He sees himself emerge in his mother’s womb, he holds up his hand in the air and it has five branches; whence this devilish number five, and what has it to do with my soul? He is no longer obvious to himself – he touches his body in utter horror; this is you and so far do you extend and no farther. He carries a meal within him, yesterday it was a beast that could itself dash around, now I suck it up and make it part of me, and where do I begin and end? All things chain together in causes and effects, and everything he wants to grasp dissolves before the testing thought. Soon he sees mechanics even in the so-far whole and dear, in the smile of his beloved – there are other smiles as well, a torn boot with toes.

[Anonymous No.12599669]

>>12599641
easy on the schopenhauer, pete

[Anonymous No.12599886]

>>12599641
just read it, yeah very good & succinct

if youre in it to learn the principles, all the pieces really are just in that essay. cathr really is just an extended commentary on it

[Anonymous No.12599893]

Everything... is everything. Try listening to a single good artist and then come back to literature

[Anonymous No.12599897]

>>12599556
Yes, and that isn't a bad thing. Anti-natalists are pussies.

[Anonymous No.12599976]

>>12599897
Cope