#DavidFosterWallace

[lascopadelsistema]

[iatls]

How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.

[justanotherfuckingusername]

#davidfosterwallace #breviintervisteconuominischifosi #einaudieditore #einaudi #belloehmachefatica #linfernoèdescrizione #libri2023 #bookstagram #bookstuff #bookphotography #booklovers #bookaddict #leggere #lettura #MeOrWhatever https://www.instagram.com/p/CpIKySHIIkX/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[intellectures]

Begnadete Literatur

Besser spät als nie. Endlich kann man die hellwache Prosa der amerikanischen Kultautorin Joy Williams entdecken. Nach den aufregenden »Stories« ist nun ihr Debütroman »In der Gnade« in der Übersetzung der Autorin Julia Wolf erschienen. Read the full article

[blinkaring]

ADOLESCENCIA DE NEGACIÓN VIDEOENSAYO SOBRE TEENS OF DENIAL

"ADOLESCENCIA DE NEGACIÓN" YA DISPONIBLE EN YOUTUBE, ESTRENANDOSE AHORA. VAYANVAYANVAYAN ES LA MEJOR WEA QUE HE HECHO Y ME HA PROVOCADO UNA GIGANTE ANGUSTIA EXISTENCIAL POR MESES PORFAVOR GRACIAS.

La adolescencia, es sin lugar a dudas, uno de los momentos más complejos de la vida humana. Explorar las problemáticas humanas generadas durante este periodo nos ayuda a reinterpretar nuestra propia existencia y nuestra relación con el mundo. Teens Of Denial de Car Seat Headrest es un álbum conceptual que explora la historia de Joe y cómo este crece y evoluciona a través de canciones de rock independiente que indilguen en su psique y emociones intimas en relación al mundo moderno y su entorno, expresado por Will Toledo. En este vídeo, vemos el álbum desde la mirada de la vida en lugares como Santiago de Chile o latinoamerica en general en la era actual y cómo eso nos afecta a nosotros y a nuestros pares y que hacer ante un mundo tan desastroso como el nuestro.

#video #blinkaring #videoessay #carseatheadrest #teensofdenial #youtube #videoensayo #youtubechile #indierock #santiago #santiagodechile #providencia #chile #thedenialofdeath #denialofdeath #ernestbecker #davidfosterwallace #labromainfinita #infinitejest

[enfieldtennisacademy]

pete wentz on the cover of #davidfosterwallace and it’s somehow not my doing

[agrpress-blog]

Questa è l’acqua Ci sono due giovani pesci che nuotano ... #DavidFosterWallace https://agrpress.it/questa-e-lacqua/?feed_id=3172&_unique_id=65d8ac27a99df

[mindpose]

“We're all lonely for something we don't know we're lonely for. How else to explain the curious feeling that goes around feeling like missing somebody we've never even met?”

― David Foster Wallace

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#davidfosterwallace #aesthetic #artwork #artist #art #paintings #lonely #life #quote #quotry #words #author

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[kimmccreight]

Signed up to read INFINITE JEST with @center4fiction. Starts in a week. Because what says “I’m on a book deadline” more than signing up to read 1,000 page book just for fun? In my defense, I didn’t know how long it was (I know, I know). Hey, you could join me if you want—via zoom or in person! This is not a marketing ploy, but the cry of a desperate woman. If you need me, I’ll be the one at the back of the class asking every week: BUT WHY IS IT SO LONG? I expect to be VERY popular. 📚 #davidfosterwallace #infinitejest #authorlife #authorsofinstagram #writerlife #writer #writersofinstagram #bookcommunity #bookclub #bookclubofinstagram #reading #readersofinstagram (at Brooklyn Writers Space) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClpD_jFr2MY/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[bill-yuan-writes]

Took nearly a year, but here we are, at the end of Infinite Jest. Never read someone as astute as Wallace when it comes to observing the disturbed human psyche, from the everyday to the extreme. As though he knew these psyches personally, intimately. Made me wince and squirm. The plot line has no beginning or end, but rather loops around itself infinitely in a Sierpinski gasket (according to DFW himself), into the intricate net of which we are dropped. To me, Hal’s line is ingenious structure wise, especially after the order of subsidized time is disclosed. While Gately’s trajectory is one of the most darkly funny things I’ve ever read, and, like every cast in this encyclopedic novel, the addicts are hysterically comedic and sarcastic. Lastly, the most beautiful structure is revealed in the possibility that James Incandenza’s Infinite Jest is no other than the very one we’re reading. Meta to the highest degree. A pain to read, and a read to enjoy. Infinitely jesting with the endless possibilities hidden between the masterful words of #davidfosterwallace. . . . #infinitejest #greatreads #darkhumor #hysterical #bookstagram #novel #fiction #comedy #tragedy #bookrecommendations https://www.instagram.com/p/Ci8zH3FOqNE/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[backpacksnstuff]

I finished THE BOOK! I hadn’t read any reviews or guide books, online debates about “what the author meant” before I started, and I believe this is how it should be read, so you’ll find no spoilers here. Also, THE BOOK wants to be read slowly (you’ll thank me later😉). DFW wanted the story to be sad and it truly is but also fun and entertaining and you don’t want to stop reading it. I absolutely understand people who finish THE BOOK and then immediately start it over again. The book about addiction (among other things) turns out to be very addictive 🙃 I didn’t start it over again (though I will, in the future) but I can’t stop thinking about it, reliving it, reflecting on the beginning and the ending; I miss the characters, too 😭 Strange and unique experience…I wish it hadn’t ended. #bookstagram #instabooks #instabookstagram #whattoread #whattoreadnext #whatimreading #postmodernliterature #postmodernism #infinitejest #davidfosterwallace #mustread #mustreadbooks #americanliterature #americanauthors (at Tallinn, Estonia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CQy-No3LtR1/?utm_medium=tumblr

[intellectures]

Literaturkritik oder Bookstagram

Die Literaturkritik kämpft gegen die Windmühlen der Wirtschaftlichkeit in einer sich verändernden Medienlandschaft. Sendeplätze, Seiten und Honorare werden gestrichen, die Vielfalt der Kritik gerät in Gefahr. Über den Zusammenhang von Schreiben und Ökonomie. Read the full article

[thaddeusoneil]

Big thanks to my partner in the dance @benjlee in the final of the inaugural @osprey_open. Enjoyed disappearing into the game with you my friend. “The transtatistical aesthetics of serious tennis… The true opponent, the unfolding boundary, is the player himself. Always and only the self out there on the court to be met, the competing boy on the nets other side: he is not the foe: he is more the partner in the dance. he is the excuse or occasion for meeting the self. As you are his occasion. Tennis’s beauty’s infinite roots are self competitive. You compete with your own limits to transcend the self in imagination and execution. Disappear inside the game: breakthrough limits: transcend: improve: win.” ~ David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest #davidfosterwallace #tennis (at Bellport, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/CSE2Q7KLTnu/?utm_medium=tumblr

[0nlyanightmare]

Everything I’ve ever let go of, has claw marks on it - #DavidFosterWallace https://www.instagram.com/p/CGtHGiQBQwoDKTpDE3UNGv8pjysIEXK5w3MMZo0/?igshid=jf6e7nyrm4js

[alaspoorwallace]

David Foster Wallace

YEAR OF THE DEPEND ADULT UNDERGARMENT

[...] [DFW, Infinite Jest, 14c]

Katherine Gompert seemed to come out of her dark reverie for a moment. She stared full-frontal at the doctor for several seconds, and the doctor, who'd had all discomfort at being stared at by patients trained right out of him when he'd rotated through the paralysis/-plegia wards upstairs, was able to look directly back at her with a kind of bland compassion, the expression of someone who was compassionate but was not, of course, feeling what she was feeling, and who honored her subjective feelings by not even trying to pretend that he was. Sharing them. The young woman's expression, in turn, revealed that she had decided to take what amounted for her to her own gamble, this early in a therapeutic relationship. The abstract resolve on her face now duplicated what had been on the doctor's face when he'd taken the gamble of asking her to sit up straight. 'Listen,' she said. 'Have you ever felt sick? I mean nauseous, like you knew you were going to throw up?’ The doctor made a gesture like Well sure. 'But that's just in your stomach,' Kate Gompert said. 'It's a horrible feeling but it's just in your stomach. That's why the term is "sick to your stomach." ' She was back to looking intently at her lower carpopedals. 'What I told Dr. Garton is OK but imagine if you felt that way all over, inside. All through you. Like every cell and every atom or brain-cell or whatever was so nauseous it wanted to throw up, but it couldn't, and you felt that way all the time, and you're sure, you're positive the feeling will never go away, you're going to spend the rest of your natural life feeling like this.’ The doctor wrote down something much too brief to correspond directly to what she'd said. He was nodding both while he wrote and when he looked up. 'And yet this nauseated feeling has come and gone for you in the past, it's passed eventually during prior depressions, Katherine, has it not?’ 'But when you're in the feeling you forget. The feeling feels like it's always been there and will always be there, and you forget. It's like this whole filter drops down over the whole way you think about everything, a couple weeks after —’ They sat and looked at each other. The doctor felt some combination of intense clinical excitement and anxiety about perhaps saying the wrong thing at such a crucial juncture and fouling up. His last name was needle-pointed in yellow braid on the left breast of the white coat he was required to wear. 'I'm sorry? A couple weeks after— ?’ He waited for seven breaths. 'I want shock,' she said finally. 'Isn't part of this whole concerned kindness deal that you're supposed to ask me how I think you can be of help? Cause I've been through this before. You haven't asked what I want. Isn't it? Well how about either give me ECT [29] again, or give me my belt back. Because I can't stand feeling like this another second, and the seconds keep coming on and on.’ 'Well,' the doctor said slowly, nodding to indicate he had heard the feelings the young woman was expressing, 'Well, I'm happy to discuss treatment options with you, Katherine. But I have to say right now I'm curious about what you started it sounded like to me to maybe start to indicate what might have occurred, something, two weeks ago to make you feel these feelings now. Would you be comfortable talking to me about it?’ 'Either ECT or you could just sedate me for a month. You could do that. All I'd need is I think a month at the outside. Like a controlled coma. You could do that, if you guys want to help.’ The doctor gazed at her with a patience she was meant to see. And she gave him back a frightening smile, a smile empty of all affect, as if someone had contracted her circumorals with a thigmotactic electrode. The teeth of the smile evidenced a clinical depressive's classic inattention to oral hygiene. She said 'I was thinking I was about to say you'll think I'm crazy if I tell you. But then I remembered where I am.' She made a small sound that was supposed to be laughter; it did sound jagged, dentate. 'I was going to say I've thought sometimes before like the feeling maybe had to do with Hope.’ 'Hope.’ Her arms had been crossed over her breasts the whole time, and though the room was overheated the patient rubbed each palm continually over her upper arms, behavior one associates with chill. The position and movement shielded her inner arms from view. The doctor's eyebrows had gone synclinal from puzzlement without his awareness. 'Bob.’ 'Bob.' The doctor was anxious that his failure to have any idea what the girl was referring to would betray itself and accentuate her feelings of loneliness and psychic pain. Classic unipolars were usually tormented by the conviction that no one else could hear or understand them when they tried to communicate. Hence jokes, sarcasm, the psychopathology of unconscious arm-rubbing. Kate Gompert's head was rolling like a blind person's. 'Jesus what am I doing here. Bob Hope. Dope. Sinse. Stick. Grass. Smoke.' She made a quick duBois-gesture with thumb and finger held to rounded lips. The dealers down where I buy it some of them make you call it Bob Hope when you call, in case anybody's accessed the line. You're supposed to ask is Bob in town. And if they have some they say "Hope springs eternal," usually. It's like a code. One kid makes you ask him to please commit a crime. The dealers that stay around any length of time tend to be on the paranoid side. As if it would fool anybody who knew enough to bother to access the band on the call.' She seemed decidedly more animated. 'And one particular guy with snakes in a tank in a trailer in Allston, he —’ 'So drugs, then, you're saying you feel may be a factor,' the doctor interrupted. The depressed young woman's face emptied once more. She engaged briefly in something the staffers on Specials called the Thousand-Meter Stare. 'Not "drugs," ' she said slowly. The doctor smelled shame in the room, sour and uremic. Her face had become distantly pained now. The girl said: 'Stopping.’ The doctor felt comfortable saying once again that he was not sure he understood what she was trying to share with him. She now went through a series of expressions that made it clinically impossible for the doctor to determine whether or not she was entirely sincere. She looked either pained or trying somehow to suppress hilarity. She said 'I don't know if you'll believe me. I'm worried you'll think I'm crazy. I have this thing with pot.’ 'Meaning marijuana.’

[...] [DFW, Infinite Jest, 14d]

[luisbond]

“Entrevistas breves con hombres repulsivos” - David Foster Wallace . . Una recopilación de cuentos de todo tipo (relatos largos y cortos, fragmentos de diálogos, “escenas de vida”) en los que Wallace juega con las estructuras narrativas al mejor estilo de Paul Auster, George Perec o Roberto Bolaño, y con un realismo demoledor que recuerda a Raymond Carver. Historias muy duras donde se explora lo peor de la condición humana con maestría y un cinismo único. Súper recomendado. . Si quieren leerlo (o conseguir otros libros de #DavidFosterWallace o de otros autores así de increíbles), deben darse un paseo por @libreriaestudioslacastellana . . . . #FosterWallace #EntrevistasBrevesConHombresRepulsivos #DeBolsillo #Book #Read #Escritor #Writer #Bookstagram #BookLover #BookWorm #BookNerd #Shortstories #Bookstagrammer #ReadersOfInstagram #ReadMoreBooks #ReadingTime #Reader #Lector #Cuentos #Libros #BookReview #QuéLeer #Recomendación #BookAddict #InstaBook #Literature #BookLove #BookAholic #Stories (at Caracas) https://www.instagram.com/p/B9P70F_n_pM/?igshid=1t57qiceyor34