#Houellebecq

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Houellebecq

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[dolletteamine]

need to read houellebecq soon. im thinking serotonin, submission or whatever.

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[velvetkisses28]

I went to a French bookstore and mispronounced Houellebecq so they took me to the back and everyone took turns kicking me with their Doc Martens on and then they shot me dead

[nicklloydnow]

“The surface of the planet today is covered in a chain-linked mesh of associations that join together to form a man-made network of irregular density.

Through this network, society's lifeblood circulates. The transport of people, of merchandise, of commodities; multiple transactions, sales orders, purchase orders, bits of information, all pass each other by; there are also other, more strictly intellectual or affective exchanges that occur. This incessant flux bewilders humanity, engrossed as it tends to be by the cadaverous leaps and bounds of its own activities.

But in a few spots where the network's links are weakly woven, strange entities may allow a seeker, one who "thirsts for knowledge," to discern their existence. In every place where human activity is interrupted, where there is a blank on the map, these ancient gods crouch, huddled, waiting to take back their rightful place.

As in the terrifying interior Arabian desert, the Rub-al-Khalid, from whence a Mohammedan poet named Abdul Al-Hazred was returning around the year 731 after ten years of utter solitude. Having grown indifferent to the practices of Islam, he devoted the year that followed to writing an impious and blasphemous book, the repugnant Necronomicon (several copies of which escaped the pyre and traversed the ages) before being devoured by invisible monsters in broad daylight at the Damascus market square.

As in the unexplored plains of Northern Tibet, where degenerate Tcho-Tchos lope around in adoration of unnameable deities they qualify as "the Great Old Ones."

And as in the huge expanses of the South Pacific, where the paradoxical trails of unexpected volcanic convulsions at times produce utterly inhuman sculptures and geometry which the abject and depraved natives of the Tuamotu archipelago worship, crawling forward on their upper bodies.

At the intersections of these channels of communication, man has erected giant, ugly metropolises where each person, isolated in an anonymous apartment, in a building identical to the others, believes absolutely that he is the center of the world and the measure of all things. But beneath the warrens of these burrowing insects, very ancient and very powerful creatures are slowly awakening from their slumber. During the Carboniferous age, during the Triassic and the Permian ages, they were here already; they have heard the roars of the very first mammals and will know the howls of agony of the very last.

Howard Phillips Lovecraft was not a theoretician. Jacques Bergier clearly understood that, by introducing materialism into the heart of fear and fantasy, HPL created a new genre. It is no longer a question of believing or not believing, as in certain vampire or werewolf tales; there is no possible reinterpretation, there is no escape. There exists no horror less psychological, less debatable.” - Michel Houellebecq, ‘H. P. Lovecraft: Against the World, Against Life’ (1991) [p. 57 - 59]

[avereunsogno-62]

Vivere senza leggere è pericoloso,

ci si deve accontentare della vita,

e questo comporta notevoli rischi.

M. Houellebecq

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The Elementary Particles

Michel Houellebecq

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[zmkccommonplace]

Houellebecq's success is symptomatic of civilisational self-hatred. He tells us that we are weak, and pathetic, and corrupt, and we applaud him for it, without becoming any stronger, nobler or more honest with ourselves.

Letter writer to the Critic magazine

[grandpasessions]

I was in a bad mood, and I poured myself a big glass of vodka without waiting for him while devouring slices of artisanal black pudding; you really can’t do anything about people’s lives, I said to myself, neither friendship nor compassion nor the intelligence of situations is of any use: people manufacture the mechanism of their own misfortune, they wind it right up and the mechanism goes on turning, ineluctably, with the odd mistake, a few errors when there’s sickness in the mix, but it goes on turning to the end, to the final second.

Serotonin M. Houellebecq

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Houellebecq

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[bocadosdefilosofia]

«La publicidad es la última tentativa hasta la fecha. Aunque su objetivo es suscitar, provocar, ser el deseo, sus métodos son, en el fondo, bastante semejantes a los que caracterizaban a la antigua moral. La publicidad instaura un superyó duro y terrorífico, mucho más implacable que cualquier otro imperativo antes inventado, que se pega a la piel del individuo y le repite sin parar: “Tienes que desear. Tienes que ser deseable. Tienes que participar en la competición, en la lucha, en la vida del mundo. Si te detienes, dejas de existir. Si te quedas atrás, estás muerto.” Al negar cualquier noción de eternidad, al definirse a sí misma como proceso de renovación permanente, la publicidad intenta hacer que el sujeto se volatilice, se transforme en fantasma obediente del devenir. Y se supone que esta participación epidérmica, superficial, en la vida del mundo, tiene que ocupar el lugar del deseo de ser.»

Michel Houellebecq: El mundo como supermercado. Editorial Anagrama, págs. 68-69. Barcelona, 2005

TGO

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[loslibrosdefede]

Michel Houellebecq - La posibilidad de una isla https://www.loslibrosdefede.com/MLA-1378588930-michel-houellebecq-la-posibilidad-de-una-isla-_JM