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I can't stop spitting blood and I think one of my ribs are broken.
I try setting it back into place.
The shirt I'm wearing is torn to shreds.
That's the second one this week.
They're becoming more and more frequent.
I have to tell Racheal, if she doesn't already know.
I try to breathe but my chest is collapsing, I try setting my ribs back into place again.
It snaps one way or the other, but I'm going into shock.
I'm leaning into a chain link fence, hiding in the shadows.
It's happening again.
I can feel my skin ripping beneath my torn shirt but I'm used to this part of it.
Blood is leaking down my back and tickles me as it seeps into and travels past the elastic of my underwear and down my ass.
I'm still looking for something to bite down on.
I drop to my knees and cling onto the chain links, they're cutting into my fingers.
Somehow I look past my rising breath into the shadows and find a decent stick.
Perfect size to keep myself from swallowing my own tongue.
This must be what slaves felt like.
The owners never really had direct interaction with their slaves, not like this anyway.
They had overseers in charge of bullying the slaves into submission with whips and branding irons.
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Thoughts on cosmic determinism? I mean, the idea that if the universe begins with a set of initial conditions, then if we were to somehow start a second universe with the same initial conditions, then everything can only happen in the exact same way, even down to you reading this topic.
So, do we have some kind of free will, or is everything pre-determined according to how our universe began? Are there other alternatives, and what are the possible explanations for them?
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I'm looking for a book or books on postmodern literature, historically, philosophically, etc. and I don't know where to start. Also looking for a postmodern version of The Hero With A Thousand Faces, some foundation work on postmodern story elements and construction. I thought I'd ask yall, you seem to like books.
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How come people always quote the difficult, obscure passages from Deleuze and Guattari, but nobody ever mentions some of the wonderfully inspirational passages? I wish I knew they included stuff like this before I started reading them:
>Write to the nth power, the n-1 power, write with slogans: Make rhizomes, not roots, never plant! Don't sow, grow offshoots! Don't be one or multiple, be multiplicities! Run lines, never plot a point! Speed turns the point into a line! Be quick, even when standing still! Line of chance, line of hips, line of flight. Don't bring out the General in you! Don't have just ideas, just have an idea. Have short-term ideas. Make maps, not photos or drawings. Be the Pink Panther and your loves will be like the wasp and the orchid, the cat and the baboon. As they say about old man river:
>He don't plat 'tatos
>Don't plant cotton
>Them that plants them is soon forgotten
>But old man river he just keeps rollin' along
I just thought that was beautiful, and I never see people talking about how great some passages from ATP are. So I decided to share.
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Interesting thread that someone showed me.
What do you think about writers who will do anything to be commercially successful?
Certainly some practical advice for people who want to be published and hope to become a commercial writer whose works sustain them.
As we all know though, TAO LIN, is the undisputed master of the techniques shown here.
Also, another example of an author who will do anything to be sell copies and has done quite well for it
Though, I had also read something similar in a magazine I was looking at, not Wired.
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Quick overview: I started my literary pursuits a few years ago with McCarthy (Pretty Horses, Blood Meridian, The Road, Sunset Limited) and have since branched out taking preference in theological/epistemological work with a temperament of nihilism (particular interest in Russian thought on both ends). I've since come back to McCarthy, in order to finish off The Boarder Trilogy and go over again some of the more memorable prose of Road and Meridian and I'm finding them now to be lessened of substance, almost as if McCarthy favors a pagan enriched nihilism as an aesthetic in one hand while shoving his cyclopean ego down your throat with the other through the abuse of pentateuchal style and now seemingly cheap tangents only placed to mystify the reader without point.
Now I love McCarthy, still some of the most amazing prose I've come across and I love how the characters and their dialogue are integral to the environment (a style I've only seen McCarthy put forth so cleanly) and you know the mans been writing for almost half a century but can someone please enlighten me as to whether some of the more blaring inadequacies in delivering an idea are because McCarthy is something you simply "outgrow" or am I over looking a crucial detail?
>started lit with McCarthy
>came back to McCarthy to find the substance lessened
Whats /lit/s thoughts on the man? The work? His literary intentions?