>Every misanthrope, however sincere, at times reminds me of that old poet, bedridden and utterly forgotten, who in a rage with his contemporaries declared he would receive none of them. His wife, out of charity, would ring
at the door from time to time….
Was he right?
Every misanthrope, however sincere, at times reminds me of that old poet, bedridden and utterly forgotten...
Tyler Lopez
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Adrian Perez
which old poet is he referring to?
Ian Johnson
People don’t like people who don’t like people
Hudson Reyes
Must be why people don't like me.
Jose Taylor
You're not a person, more of a flatworm.
Mason Collins
What the hell is he even going for with this gloss. I'm going to be a terrible bore and wonder about it for a few lines.
Our figure is supposed to undercut the archetype of the misanthrope, somehow-this is implied by the setup. The first decscription of him fits that of the misanthrope. It's the sentence fragment which is mysterious. (Here, confusingly split into green and black text, a simple goof it seems.)
Suppose our bitter poet lays in bed and refuses to get up and admit the caller (his wife). Then he remains a misanthrope, and the gloss has not delivered the punchline that it intimated in its setup. Or OTOH suppose that he admits her. Then he has some sentimental weakness against his philosophy (he does care for at least one person, a little), and the setup has been vindicated. And then another species of cases: he knows that it's his wife calling, or he doesn't (it's just someone ringing), and then takes either action. Suppose he doesn't know who it is, and admits them. Then this is both a hypocrisy and a narcissism.
I detect some self-insert in this. Cioran lived quietly in his hovel, and rejected all accolades following the Rivarol (these spurned prizes may stand for the poet's rage with his contemporaries), but did have a gf, somehow.
Luke Jenkins
HOLY BASED BATMAN
Lucas Sullivan
Cioran is a bit like Yea Forums, the only people he despises more than normies are the edgelords who pose and posture and flaunt their hatred of normies.
Misanthropes are defined by their aversions; Cioran execrates anyone who is defined by anything at all. Which is why he reveres religious mystics seeking ego-death and ridicules ideologues of any stripe. His ideal state is absolute nothingness - not death, but the 'purer' nothingness before birth. He's the OG antinatalist.
Jaxson Cox
>Cioran execrates anyone who is defined by anything at all
>He's the OG antinatalist.
Don't you see a notable antinomy between these two things?
Justin Cox
Not him, but the joy of nihilism is that you don't have to care or defend against the inconsistencies of your thoughts. A banality, but pertinent: everyone is a hypocrite on some level.
Cioran stated (words to the effect) that he was not writing "a project", he was simply writing as a form of personal therapy. To quote a man from a very edgy movie: "just his mind, poured out on paper".*
*Somerset, in Se7en. The villain in the film is a very edgy misanthrope, but his own hypocrisies are exposed during the ride that he takes in the car with the detectives.