Re-framing the gist of what happened
Earlier i attempted to wax eloquent about this magisterial happening, but it was too damn profound to summarize. I think i can do it now.
I came to a fork in the road, one led to the common avenues of literature that i already have plenty of, and the other led to the high brow.
I chose the high brow.
It all comes down to the grooves that have already been formed. Ever since say in school when i chose the obvious superior talent of Prince over The Backstreet Boys (who did a concert in Toronto lately, not that i keep up to date, i just happened to be watching the news at the time and this bit is to supply a flourish of detail). Since then it's only increased and the summit was 2005 to 2011, when arthouse cinema was my badge of honor, to this day, like an idiot i feel a sense of uber pride when i reminisce about Fellini and company.
Now within this dramaturgy, for the last long while i've been feasting on populist literature. I wanted books like printed movies. And i still want that, but choosing Malina by Ingeborg Bachmann signalled a return, a homecoming to the high brow. Can you feel the drama here, the victorious pathos filled change of events??!!!
In the immediate aftermath i was shocked to not be able to think of what there is here that would constitute as bedfellows with Malina. And surely not much on the kindle. And that is where the reading's being done, because my lamp is turned away from where i read, simple as that, if i turned it around, well the warm ambient glow of the kindle would be extinguished, and the lamp is situated at a height and angle that i actually have to arise from the seated position in other to turn it off and on, with it turned away i can turn it off without getting up, but i keep it on, because i use my right arm too much, and the wiring wouldn't suit the lamp being on the left side, plus there's no flat surface there. But i digress.
The intense sensation now is like building a library of high and lofty works, but not just because they have that reputation, but that they're of particular interest to me. Here are some of what constitutes so far
Proust - in Marcel Proust one reads the most brilliant sumptuous prose ever crafted, in a nice long work that for many is only beneficial when they're old. To read and savor it all and re-read it at least 2 or 3 times is one thing i must accomplish before the inevitable.
Anais Nin - there is over 50 volumes on the kindle and physically, a year or so i got into her, but i just got sidetracked big time. The thing about Nin i treasure most is that she lived as if in a dream to a point where most wouldn't. The lengths she went to are awe inspiring, and for some is a demerit. But i love her, she knew some super interesting people like the Theatre of Absurd guy Antonin Artaud. And her use of psychology is almost as spellbinding as Buddhism.
Nietzsche & Cioran & The French Moralists - i group these all together, today i added back Chamfort and Vauvenargues on Kindle Unlimited, it was like 5 or more years since i had them and eerily when i opened them up they went to where i had left off!!!! In Human, All Too Human Nietzsche lists off 6 or so French Moralists he highly esteems, of those i still need to add La Rochefoucauld, Fontenelle, La Bruyere and Montaigne. There are other Moralists worth getting too like Balthazar Gracian, even going back further to Marcus Aurelius and Epictetus. Goethe and Schopenhauer's aphorism apply, and can't forget Pascal.
A big purchase perhaps in the future will be the collected works of CG Jung, but i'd so much prefer a massive eBook bundle of the Princeton Kierkegaard Writings.
Electronically there is very little in the way of high brow fiction, one though that Malina's making me want to get to is the lesbian modernist classic Nightwood by Djuna Barnes. And i'd like to really give a select number of authors a real heave ho that i have cheapo eBook collections of, like Ernest Hemingway, Virginia Woolf, Dostoevsky, Tolstoy, Mark Twain. There's also some poets and Emerson and Thoreau sitting there, patient as Axel Rose for me to get to them.
Point is i need more high brow fiction that adheres to my tastes which are still in it's infancy. I love things that feel like practical realistic philosophy like Pessoa, Robert Musil, Kafka, Robert Walser and Clarice Lispector, all and so much more need to be begun afresh. So little time my friends, so much to read, and it's not a race, it's for the mental furnishings and actions that will be benefitted.
I came to a fork in the road, one led to the common avenues of literature that i already have plenty of, and the other led to the high brow.
I chose the high brow.
It all comes down to the grooves that have already been formed. Ever since say in school when i chose the obvious superior talent of Prince over The Backstreet Boys (who did a concert in Toronto lately, not that i keep up to date, i just happened to be watching the news at the time and this bit is to supply a flourish of detail). Since then it's only increased and the summit was 2005 to 2011, when arthouse cinema was my badge of honor, to this day, like an idiot i feel a sense of uber pride when i reminisce about Fellini and company.
Now within this dramaturgy, for the last long while i've been feasting on populist literature. I wanted books like printed movies. And i still want that, but choosing Malina by Ingeborg Bachmann signalled a return, a homecoming to the high brow. Can you feel the drama here, the victorious pathos filled change of events??!!!
In the immediate aftermath i was shocked to not be able to think of what there is here that would constitute as bedfellows with Malina. And surely not much on the kindle. And that is where the reading's being done, because my lamp is turned away from where i read, simple as that, if i turned it around, well the warm ambient glow of the kindle would be extinguished, and the lamp is situated at a height and angle that i actually have to arise from the seated position in other to turn it off and on, with it turned away i can turn it off without getting up, but i keep it on, because i use my right arm too much, and the wiring wouldn't suit the lamp being on the left side, plus there's no flat surface there. But i digress.
The intense sensation now is like building a library of high and lofty works, but not just because they have that reputation, but that they're of particular interest to me. Here are some of what constitutes so far
Proust - in Marcel Proust one reads the most brilliant sumptuous prose ever crafted, in a nice long work that for many is only beneficial when they're old. To read and savor it all and re-read it at least 2 or 3 times is one thing i must accomplish before the inevitable.
Anais Nin - there is over 50 volumes on the kindle and physically, a year or so i got into her, but i just got sidetracked big time. The thing about Nin i treasure most is that she lived as if in a dream to a point where most wouldn't. The lengths she went to are awe inspiring, and for some is a demerit. But i love her, she knew some super interesting people like the Theatre of Absurd guy Antonin Artaud. And her use of psychology is almost as spellbinding as Buddhism.
Nietzsche & Cioran & The French Moralists - i group these all together, today i added back Chamfort and Vauvenargues on Kindle Unlimited, it was like 5 or more years since i had them and eerily when i opened them up they went to where i had left off!!!! In Human, All Too Human Nietzsche lists off 6 or so French Moralists he highly esteems, of those i still need to add La Rochefoucauld, Fontenelle, La Bruyere and Montaigne. There are other Moralists worth getting too like Balthazar Gracian, even going back further to Marcus Aurelius and Epictetus. Goethe and Schopenhauer's aphorism apply, and can't forget Pascal.
A big purchase perhaps in the future will be the collected works of CG Jung, but i'd so much prefer a massive eBook bundle of the Princeton Kierkegaard Writings.
Electronically there is very little in the way of high brow fiction, one though that Malina's making me want to get to is the lesbian modernist classic Nightwood by Djuna Barnes. And i'd like to really give a select number of authors a real heave ho that i have cheapo eBook collections of, like Ernest Hemingway, Virginia Woolf, Dostoevsky, Tolstoy, Mark Twain. There's also some poets and Emerson and Thoreau sitting there, patient as Axel Rose for me to get to them.
Point is i need more high brow fiction that adheres to my tastes which are still in it's infancy. I love things that feel like practical realistic philosophy like Pessoa, Robert Musil, Kafka, Robert Walser and Clarice Lispector, all and so much more need to be begun afresh. So little time my friends, so much to read, and it's not a race, it's for the mental furnishings and actions that will be benefitted.
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