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selections from Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

“She’ll come back and be a serious Americanah like Bisi,” Ranyinudo said.

They roared with laughter, at that word “Americanah,” wreathed in glee, the fourth syllable extended, and at the thought of Bisi, a girl in the form below them, who had come back from a short trip to America with odd affectations, pretending she no longer understood Yoruba, adding a slurred r to every English word she spoke. (78) Continue reading

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selections from the second volume of Parerga and Paralipomena by Arthur Schopenhauer

SCHOPENHAUER. Essays and Aphorisms. Penguin Classics. Translated with an introduction by R. J. HOLLINGDALE. Continue reading

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chronicle of a saturday walk in the city

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selections from Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami

If a pistol appears in a story, eventually it’s got to be fired. Continue reading

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one word band names

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commonplace of Candide

ON BOREDOM In the end everything in life grows wearisome. (109) ON FREE WILL “Kiss your feet, Monsieur l’Abbé!” said Candide, “I do not understand such jokes.” Thereupon some deaf-mutes who had come from court with the abbé entered the … Continue reading

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today is saturday

in which the Hero imagines a most unfortunate suicide and soundtrack. Continue reading

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happy as the shit

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Philoctetes [archive]

the Attic tragedies are awesome. anyone who enjoys thinking about gender, gods, language, fate, free will, relationships, madness, suicide, and probably everything else that people have ever discussed since the dawn of discussion should absolutely read Aeschylus, Sophocles, and Euripides. approaching with three different styles, these artists, after immersing themselves in their own humanity, explode themselves into the art form we call ‘tragedy.’

if only people weren’t so goddamn irritating in the class.

“i really liked Philoctetes. More than Odysseus.”

“i think that, like, we’re supposed to be sympathetic with Ajax.”

“Athena is so malicious, i think that she’s notori–”

WHAT! how dare you offend the gods? especially Athena! i pray that Philoctetes smites you with the keenest arrow from his magic bow to punish you for your careless display of insolence.

here are my notes from class:

AS IN LIFE, I DON’T REALLY CARE WHO IS SYMPATHETIC WITH THE MAIN CHARACTER OR HIS OR HER SUPPORT IN TRAGEDY. THE ONLY OPINIONS THAT COULD EVER POSSIBLY INTEREST ME ARE THOSE SELF-REFLECTIONS WE SO OFTEN FIND IN THE SOLILOQUIES OF SHAKESPEARE. IF I WANTED TO KNOW WHAT YOU THOUGHT OR FELT OR SUPPOSED, I MIGHT HAVE ASKED YOU. TAKING A CLASS WITH YOU IS NOT ASKING YOU. I WANT TO SEE WHAT DEAD PEOPLE AND THEIR IMAGINARY FRIENDS CALLED TRUTH AND I WANT TO LAUGH AT THEM BUT ADMIRE THEM FOR TRYING. AT LEAST THEIR ELOQUENCE NEARLY CONVINCES ME. YOUR SPUTTERING IN ALL IT’S CLEAN SLOP SHININESS HURTS MY FRAGILE EARS.

i suggest we all pour out libations to the fairest goddess of them all. Continue reading

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Ajax [archive]

last night i played some cards with Maddy, Xanthe, and Caitlin at their apartment in Kolonaki. at first we played this game called spoons. fast-paced and hilarious, but not really a card game. i don’t remember the name of the second game we played, but it was definitely a card game. it was like somebody fucked with hearts a little bit and then gave it a tumor of a game to play before the actual hearts game. does that make any sense? good, because the game makes no sense to me either. the points system was all fucked up and i had no idea what was happening to us, but Xanthe and i definitely kept losing. i will kickass next time. after leaving their apartment, i met up with Elaina for a couple beers and talks. the following is not unrelated to our most important discussions.

in Sophocles’ Ajax, Tecmessa asks the Chorus:

If someone posed the question, which would you choose:
To grieve your friends while feeling joy yourself,
Or to be wretched with them, shares alike?

i say: for whom should i rather labor than myself?

following Ajax’ suicide, the end of the tragedy involves a quarrel between Ajax’ brother, Menelaus, Agamemnon, and Odysseus. Odysseus ends up convincing the royal brothers to let Ajax’ brother give his kin a proper funeral, but not before a heated and philosophical debate. at one point, Odysseus asks Agamemnon, “For whom should I rather labor than myself?”

i don’t know. Continue reading

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