“Chaos is rejecting all you have learned, Chaos is being Punk.”
In 1937, Cioran ditched his parent’s house and his home country Romania to go to Paris and spread Punk ideology. He crossed the French border illegally with the help of a couple of Țuică shots. Noroc!
Nothing makes a man more courageous.
Cioran formed a Punk posse in the suburbs of Paris and he believed that one does not inhabit a country; one inhabits a language. Consequently he started writing aphorisms in French in the form of Graffiti on church walls and governmental buildings. One of his Graffiti wrote…
“Accepting the absurdity of everything around us is one step, a necessary experience: it should not become a dead end. It arouses a revolt that can become fruitful.”
Camus was amidst the crowd in “Le Charcutier Aoun” for around three hours looking for cheap cooking oil. It was the 1940s and French food rationing was more stringent than that of any other occupied country in Western Europe in the Second World War.
Conditions in Vichy France under German occupation were very harsh, because the Germans stripped France of millions of workers (as prisoners of war and “voluntary” workers), and as…
“Life is a business that does not cover the costs.”
Throughout his life, Schopenhauer spent most of his mornings hung-over at coffee shops.
Coffee in the morning, liquor in the evening.
Genius by day, junkie by night.
It was a Tuesday morning of the year 1814 in Gottingen; Schopenhauer arrives at Rotes Café and orders his regular Doppio without sugar. His black coffee, coat, and philosophy go well together. However, something was off that day, he could feel it in his gut, was it the bad weather? the bad Wi-Fi? or merely the state of being? He sat for hours…
“We learn from history that we do not learn from history.”
Why don’t people learn from history?
There is an assumption in this previous question that should be questioned: “Is history worth learning from?” or “Can we actually learn from history?”
Let’s take the example of war, after each war we research what we did right and wrong in the project in order to implement the conclusions on the next war, always to find that the next war is so different from the previous one; that we can only implement part of the conclusions and encounter new challenges, strategies, and…
“Music has taken a bad turn; these young people have no idea how to write a melody, they just give us shavings, which they dress up to look like a lion’s mane and shake at us… It’s as if they avoid melodies, for fear of having perhaps stolen them from someone else.”
Wagner walks into a CD store as Taylor Swift’s new hit “Look what you made me do” was blasting out of the speakers. Wagner’s face instantly turned into a frown. However, he proceeded to the clerk for assistance, “Hello, do you have anything around here that has melody?”…
“What is peculiar to modern societies is not that they consigned sex to a shadow existence, but that they dedicated themselves to speaking of it ad infinitum, while exploiting it as the secret.”
One Monday morning, the postman is walking through the neighborhood on his usual route. This postman happens to be Michel Foucault. As he approaches one of the homes he noticed that a bunch of cars were in the driveway. His wonder was cut short by Albert, the homeowner, coming out with a load of empty Champagne and liquor bottles. “Wow Albert, looks like you guys had one…
“Eating shit is all very well, but you can’t always eat the same shit. So, I try to get hold of some new shit.”
Lacan on Eating Shit: The function of what we call a cultural trend is to mix and homogenize. Something emerges and has certain qualities, a certain freshness, a certain tip. It’s a fad. The said cultural trend kneads it until it becomes completely reduced, despicable, and communicates with everything. It has to be said that this is not satisfactory, despite everything. Not for reasons to do with any internal necessity, but for commercial reasons. When it…
“Shall I compare thee to an insta model?”
Shall I compare thee to an insta model?
Thou art curvier and more natural.
Thick thighs do shake the insta algorithms of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the selfie from heaven shines,
And often is your gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimmed.
But thy eternal beauty shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st,
So long as men have insta and eyes can truly see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
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“My money is in the hands of strangers.”
On the 1st of November 1907, Kafka was hired at the Assicurazioni Generali, an insurance company, where he worked for nearly a year. Unfortunately the company was cutting down on costs and getting rid of employees, and that’s how Kafka stopped working at Assicurazioni Generali. On the 15th of July 1908, he was suspended from work. Two weeks later, and luckily, he found a job in Amsterdam at the Worker’s Accident Insurance Institute. Kafka eventually got an acceptance letter for his work visa to go to the Netherlands.
One month later, Kafka…
“People label themselves with all sorts of adjectives. I can only pronounce myself as ‘nauseatingly miserable beyond repair’.”
After spending the whole morning sitting on the toilet and browsing Instagram, Kafka was fed up, so he put his phone aside, flushed, and got off the toilet to realize that his legs were numb at this point. After avoiding a near death situation from falling in the bathroom and hitting his head in an unfavorable angle, Kafka walked to his sunny balcony, sat on his old wooden chair and proceeded to open Instagram again. Then he stopped himself, walked into the…
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