If the universe is arbitrary, meaningless chaos why is it intelligible?

Has anyone written an erotic novel called Pounding Ezra yet?

AESTHETICS OF ARTIFICIALITY

Life hinders the expression of life. If I actually lived a great love, I would never be able to describe it.

Not even I know if this I that I’m disclosing to you, in these meandering pages, actually exists or is but a fictitious, aesthetic concept I’ve made of myself. Yes, that’s right. I live aesthetically as someone else. I’ve sculpted my life like a statue made of matter that’s foreign to my being. Having employed my self-awareness in such a purely artistic way, and having become so completely external to myself, I sometimes no longer recognize myself. Who am I behind this unreality? I don’t know. I must be someone. And if I avoid living, acting and feeling, then believe me, it’s so as not to tamper with the contours of my invented personality. I want to be exactly like what I wanted to be and am not. If I were to give in to life, I’d be destroyed. I want to be a work of art, at least in my soul, since I can’t be one in my body. That’s why I’ve sculpted myself in quiet isolation and have placed myself in a hothouse, cut off from fresh air and direct light – where the absurd flower of my artificiality can blossom in secluded beauty.

Sometimes I muse about how wonderful it would be if I could string all my dreams together into one continuous life, a life consisting of entire days full of imaginary companions and created people, a false life which I could live and suffer and enjoy. Misfortune would sometimes strike me there, and there I would also experience great joys. And nothing about me would be real. But everything would have a sublime logic; it would all pulse to a rhythm of sensual falseness, taking place in a city built out of my soul and extending all the way to the platform next to an idle train, far away in the distance within me… And it would all be vivid and inevitable, as in the outer life, but with an aesthetics of the Dying Sun.

Hey /lit/ looking for some songs that share the same theme, and or common lines from The Passionate Shepherd to His Love by Christopher Marlowe. Any suggestions would be appreciated!

I've been reading up on the myth of KingLaomedon trying to create a complete mural of it in my mind, but there are a couple of pieces to the puzzle that are still obscured from me, and I was hoping someone here could help she'd some light if they know.

As far as I'm understanding this myth so far, it is a foreshadowing of the Trojan War, with Laomedon the King of Troy sealing the fate of its inevitable fall with his greed. The myth involves Poseidon and Apollo being taken in by Laomedon after they are exiled from Olympus for offending Zeus and made to serve him, but with Laomedons promise of a reward. Poseidon and Apollo construct the great walls of Troy, but are cheated out of their reward so they retaliate, sending a sea monster and a plague respectively. They are saved by Hercules, but Laomedon cheats him as well, so Hercules sacks Troy, kills him and all of his sons except Priam who buys his life with a golden veil.

What I want to find out is what specifically brought about Poseidon and Apollos exile. I know Apollo was banished after he and Asclepius kept bringing the dead back to life, so Zeus killed his son as punishment, which Apollo then took vengeance for by killing the Cyclops that built the thunderbolt that took Asclepius's life, earning his exile, but I don't know if this myth features the same exile.

As far as Poseidon, I have no idea why he was specifically exiled beyond generally always opposing Zeus and his rule, but I assume it was something specific. Anyone have any knowledge on this?

The Great American Novel was just released on Twitter everyone.

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This one

>Grade 12
>bell rings
>class is mingling right before it gets underway
>I'm sitting at my desk reading The Master and Margarita
>teacher walks over to me
>"Do you even know what you're reading, anon?"
>"Uhm..."
>"I read that book for a 20th century Russian lit course in grad school."
>"Okay."
I sound pretty autistic in that story but that teacher was a bitch who did nothing to help me when my studies were suffering as I was undergoing a terrible depression at that time. Otherwise I was pretty outgoing with my friends in high school.

Here's another story:
>be Christfag in Grade 11 (still am tbh)
>have to do a book report on a book of my choice
>choose Slaughterhouse-Five
>at the same time I was really infatuated with an anarchist/heavily left-leaning Christian punk band called Showbread
>be especially infatuated with their album "Nervosa."
>the book and album literally have nothing to do with each other
>be autistic
>try to tie the two together in the book report
>present it to the class
>have no idea what I'm fucking doing
>get the lowest mark in the class despite reading the (relatively) most difficult book

Does anybody have anything else worth of note? I only made this thread for fun.

Whats an good introduction book into russian literature?
Is learning to read russian recommended?

so where shall I start with Sarter's work /lit/ ?