A Thread for Posting Brutally Pessimistic Quotes by Anguished Philosophers

The Mouse

Beautiful days, mice of time,
Bit by bit you gnaw my life away.
God! Soon I will have lived
Twenty-eight years, and badly.

The Carp

Carp, how long you live
In your crowded pools!
Fish of melancholy,
Does death forget you?

The Octopus

Spraying his ink toward heaven,
Sucking the blood from those he loves,
And finding it delicious:
This inhuman monster is myself.

The Dolphin

Dolphins, you play in the sea,
But the waves are always bitter.
Do I sometimes laugh with joy?
Life is still cruel.

The Lion

O lion, unhappy image
Of sadly fallen kings,
You are born now in a cage,
In Hamburg, among the Germans.

What makes this band different from The Magnetic Fields is that any glimmer of hope is absolutely extinguished.
-- The Gothic Archies

Alas, the door of fortune does not open inwards so that one can force it by charging at it; it opens outwards and so there is nothing one can do.

The best proof adduced of the wretchedness of life is that derived from contemplating its glory.

How empty life is and without meaning. We bury a man, we follow him to the grave, we throw three spades of earth on him, we ride out in a coach, we ride home in a coach, we take comfort in the thought that a long life awaits us. But how long is threescore years and ten? Why not finish it at once? Why not stay out there and step down into the grave with him, and draw lots for who should have the misfortune to be the last alive to throw the last three spades of earth on the last of the dead?

Ha! worthy of the man himself.

Nazism, Cioran wrote, possessed "greatness." Germans had a "need for a Führer," and Hitlerism constituted "a destiny for Germany." Cioran supported a similar dictatorship for his country and believed that "only terror, brutality, and endless anxiety are likely to bring about a change in Romania. All Romanians should be arrested and beaten to a pulp; this is the only way a shallow nation could make a name for itself." "Hitler's merit," insisted the young voice of vitalist barbarism, "consists in depriving his nation of a critical spirit."

http://chronicle.com/temp/reprint.php?id=xzm8107fnyrw9nnrr3p3cwbm3mc04n21

-sorry, everyone :(

"It is the worst of all possible worlds ... if it were a little worse, it would be no longer capable of continuing to exist. Consequently, since a worse world could not continue to exist, it is absolutely impossible; and so this world itself is the worst of all possible worlds."

"There is no doubt that life is given to us, not to be enjoyed, but to be overcome - to be got over."

--Cyril Connolly

Listen to the cry of a woman in labor at the hour of giving birth. Look at the dying man's struggle at his last extremity. Then tell me whether something that begins and ends thus could be intended for enjoyment.

Of course, he has plenty of optimistic ones, too:

To dare is to lose one's footing momentarily. Not to dare is to lose oneself.

Anxiety is the dizziness of freedom.

ANON

Dolphins, you play in the sea,
But the waves are always bitter.
Do I sometimes laugh with joy?
Life is still cruel.

OMG I used to have a woodcut print that had this poem (in french) with it. I don't think I knew it was Apollinaire, but I always loved it.

No Adorno quotes?

"Writing poetry after Auschwitz is barbaric"

oooh I like that

I was curious about the regard for Cioran in his homeland:

https://i.pinimg.com/736x/45/36/9f/45369ffa1a48d1120144c62425fcb2ea.jpghttp://www.sculpture.ro/photos/1_1382548347.jpghttp://static4.evz.ro/image-gal-604/2014-11/bustul-lui-emil-cioran-in-rasinari.jpghttps://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/ro/thumb/7/79/Emil_Cioran-bust.JPG/675px-Emil_Cioran-bust.JPG

Seriously doubt this would bring him any real pleasure, but perhaps a puckish chuckle.

Top right is brutal. It's like the Eiffel tower with his head stuck on top.

https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2018/07/09/scholarly-advice-for-dark-times

From a James Wood essay about Bohumil Hrabal:

Hrabal sometimes said that he rooted his comedy in one of his favourite findings, a dry-cleaner’s receipt, which read: ‘Some stains can be removed only by the destruction of the material itself.’

Ha

Been reading Thacker's "Infinite Resignation"--and while I wasn't very impressed at first it has grown on me. Hopelessly "academic" (as that needless academic qualifier in the title gives away, even fucking resignation has to be xtreme now!), since it's as much about reading the great pessimists and thinking about pessimism as a form of thinking as it is an instance of the thing itself. Sometimes quotes from Cioran or whoever come up and they are bracing in their directness, which Thacker by contrast often places at a kind of theoretical remove--as if he's asking what it means to see the world this way rather than directly feeling it, maybe he's only tempted. Not always, of course,...though T's pessimism is very different from his (our?) heroes because it's so damn secular and prosaic...no "tears of the saints" here...Raises the question if there could be a "Book of Disquiet" for the hyper-connected 21st century...I think the disgust is there but not often those quiet solitary lost hours which seem to be the necessary environment for, say, Cioran envying the freedom of the stillborn...

Nope, 37:40 evolved into Jackie Moore - This Time Baby (1979)

Wrong thread, sorry.

Satiation is the point at which you must face the existential revelation that you didn’t really want what you seemed so desperate to have, that your most urgent desires are only a filthy vitalist trick to keep the show on the road. If you can’t replace the fear or the thrill of the chase why stir yourself to persue yet another empty kill? Why carry on with the charade?

Nothing matters very much and few things matter at all

Arthur Balfour