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Cohle, in True Detective quotes,
'I think human consciousness was a tragic misstep in evolution, We became too self aware, Nature created an aspect of nature separate from itself, We are creatures that should not exist, by natural law, '
It is one of the most talked about quote from the season, however what is not talked about is what follows, which is, his partner, very normally, shrugging off this idea as awful.


This human tendency of being unable to relate with the realities of life and then enwrapping it with shallow meanings in the guise of happiness and countenance is also a very depressing thought, which is hardly shrugged off.


Cioran also has a similar distaste for consciousness,
'Consciousness is much more than the thorn, it is the dagger in the flesh, '
and
'Salvation Whatever diminishes the kingdom of consciousness and compromises its supremacy, '

The title of Cioran's masterpiece is questioning the question which arises with the gift of life 'the trouble of it', And Cioran answers it perfectly,

These collections of aphorisms, quite blatantly despairing through the existence of man and his quest of importance and meaning, explains the dread of it all, perhaps pointing towards an existence of nonexistence, by just being.


"You are against everything that's been done since the last war," said the very uptodate lady,
"You've got the wrong date: I'm against everything that's been done since Adam, "

I would need every quote to completely justify the infinite magnitude of brilliance carried throughout the book,

Also, one of the most outstanding thing was that it was a very easy read, quite unexpected given the heavy meanings the two hundred pages carried,

This was my first dialogue with Cioran and I will definitely keep visiting it, It's like Meditations for the depressed,

I mean, I'm a cynical pessimist with depressive tendencies myself, but this is ludicrously overthetop, It's nearly to the point of comedy, Certainly something can be said of the Buddhist exercise of meditating on the deadif you end up appreciating life as a result, This is so relentlessly pessimistic that it's a challenge to overcome the author's bleak inertia, For example:

Man gives off a special odor: of all the animals, he alone smells of the corpse,

or

What I knew at sixty, I knew as well at twenty, Forty years of a long, a superfluous, labor of verification,

And it goes on like this,

out of, There are some good aphorisms and some insightfully witty statements in here, but it's so strung out for so long that as a whole it's unpleasant and overall uncomfortable to read.
Bildiğimiz Cioran hislenmeleri. Eğer bu okuduğum sonuncu kitabı olmasaydı başka kitabını okumayabilirdim, Gerçekten ya ben Cioran'ın neye nasıl tepki vereceğine fazlasıyla koşullandım, cümlenin sonunda ne geleceğini biliyorum ya da gerçektenkitabıyla tüm derdini zaten anlatmış ve ondan sonraki yazdıklarıyla tekrara düşmüş diyebilirim.


Kitabın içeriğiyle ilgili söyleyebileceklerim ise Ölüm, Doğum gibi temalar üzerinden yaşamla direkt bağ kurmanın veye kuramamanın incelikli dertlenmeleri ve keskin söylemleri yer almakta.


Zamanla ve Sanatla alâkalı altını çizdiğim bir çok yer de mevcut,

Sırasıyla, Burukluk, Tarih ve Ütopya, Çürümenin Kitabı, ezeli Mağlup, Var Olma Eğilimi, Gözyaşları ve Azizler ve Doğmuş Olmanın Sakıncası Üstüne okuduğum kitaplarıydı.

Burukluk gerçekten Cioran'ın kafasının içerisindeki keskinliği tam olarak anlattığı üst düzey bir kitaptı,

Çürümenin Kitabında yine Felsefeye ve dünyaya dair gözlemlerini çok iyi harmanladığını düşünmekteyim,

Tarih ve Ütopya'da Cioran'ın dönemsel bakış açısını özellikke Fransaya ve Romanyaya karşı neler hissetiğinde dair tarihsel bir süreçte değerlendirmeleri yer almaktaydı.


Ezeli Mağlup kitabında ise ondan önce okuduğunuz ve Cioran'ın eğitiminden hayatına, aile yapısına kadar inanışlarını da ! kapsayan çok pencereli bir söyleşi mevcut.


Cioran'ı tanımış olmanın okuma sürecimde beni çok etkilediğini düşünüyorum, Bana farklı bakış açıları ve tersten düşünebilmeyi bir kere daha gösterdi, Olumsuzdan olumlu çıkarabilme gücü veya olumsuzu olduğu gibi kabul etmenin erdemi üzerine kurduğu binlerce cümleyi sanırım uzun yıllar düşüneceğim,

Saygılar لسيوران معزة خاصة لكل من يقرأه فهو الطعم المر بعد كل بهجة من يخبرك انها زائلة بل و ربما انها لم تكن الا وهما من الاساس يترك دائما فيك شعورا بالمرارة و التشفي علي السواء يجعلك تدرك حقيقة الامر و تفاهته و السخرية العميقة في عظمته و تعقيده

بأختصار سيوران هو الي بيطفحك الحقيقة

ملحوظة ليا اكتر ما هي للكتاب انه صعب يتفهم كله مره واحدة هو نصوص ففي نصوص بتخشلي بسرعة و في نصوص هتحتاج ابقي اثقل و اكتر مرمرططة و درايه عشان افهمها فلو اقدر في المستقبل اشتري الكتاب و ارجعلة كل شوية هيبقي احسن بس كدة يفترض ألا نؤلف الكتب إلا لنقول فيها ما لا نجرؤ على البوح به لأحد. It is a dark, rainy night: one of those nights, To find something to best suit this atmosphere, I open this book, which Ive been meaning to read for a while, I lie down in bed, and play the perfect companion for this reading session: Chopins Preludes and Nocturnes, Here, I have successfully fetishised melancholia, But to understand and appreciate Cioran, the reader needs to occupy this very atmosphere: an aesthetic fetishism of melancholy,

I open the book to the tune of Chopins haunting Nocturne No,, and face the equally terrifying realisation that I am reading someones diary: someone who writes thoughts that I have thought before, thoughts that I abortively considered but never properly grappled with, and thoughts that I know I will think in the future.
This book is a collection of depressive epigrams that would appear comical to a reader in daylight, in work, seeking “learnings” from their selfimproving hobby of reading, But lie down in bed at night with this, only on one of those nights you recognise and have lived through before, and you will find a replenishing balm for the tormented soul, a friend who understands those nights more than you ever will.


Chopin's music is alternately slow and soothing, and fast and maddening, Much the same for Cioran, whose epigrams can range from oneliners that make me question entire ways of thinking, to pointless opinions on things he has read, Somewhere, I get lost in his writing and in Chopins music, I encounter familiar ideas of antinatalism, efilism, idealism, pessimism, and all the other isms on which I occasionally construct selfidentity, But I also encounter the unfamiliar, the dream, and the partlyfamiliar three types of thought mentioned above,

The music stops, I listened to Chopin for nearly three hours, I read this book, transfixed over my laptop, like a madman, It has stopped raining, and it is now the time where we magically lie down and descend into nonexistence every night, But really, the night is already over: it's no longer one of those nights, My reading is incomplete: I only finished threefourths of this book, I will probably finish the remaining quarter tomorrow morning, But it wont be the same, because the night is over,
" أن لا نولد هي بلا منازع افضل صيغة ممكنة إلا انها للأسف ليست في متناول أحد"

لقائي الثاني مع سيوران بعد المياه كلها بلون الغرق.
الكتاب ممتع جدا رغم كآبته وسوداويته.
ولكنه يدفع القارئ للتمعن والتفكير بكل سطر فيه. .
لا يمكنني الاقتباس منه فكل ما ورد فيه صالح للاقتباس.
You know, I used to love this book, and having started to reread one day due to an insomnia outburst that left me incapable of sleeping, long after I had renounced philosophical pessimism, I am honestly struggling to express how garbage it is, how embarrassed I feel for ever having liked it, and the amount of secondhand embarrassment I feel for the amount of people around me, in such pessimist circles, that considered Cioran to be in possession of some sort of "deep truth" that most people would not admit to.


I could write an indepth review of this, explaining in detail why it's irredeemable garbage with nothing good about it except for a handful of decent never good, and specially never insightful! however, such a thing would take a lot more effort than this little tome deserves.
So let's just give some disparaging remarks on it, shall we

First, being a book of aphorisms, there are only two merits that this book can have: how insightful it is, and how well written it is.
Well, for all reading enthusiasts out there, I am glad to announce that Cioran belongs in the bin in both aspects,

Intellectually, what Cioran has to offer here can barely even be called philosophy, and trust me, I am no lover of philosophy, All we have here is a bunch of gloomy thoughts, many of which say nothing at all, many of which directly contradict each other, many of which are just trivial and inane pap presented with an embarrassing degree of selfimportance.


Cioran is the worst example of the braindead levels of stupid, philistine "middle class melancholic" not being a worker, a wage earner, being an aesthete with some insomnia, all that he cares about is about gloominess truth, insight, everything worthwhile we seek when reading someone else's opinion on something is sacrificed on the altar of "what is the gloomiest position I can possibly hold in this topic" Cioran is thus an aestheticist, meaning that how something sounds, how aesthetically pleasing it is for him, is what determines what position he will hold at any given point not its truth value.


Like all middle class melancholic philistines, Cioran thinks himself very unique: he understands the misery of things better than anyone, he is the most tortured soul around, he isn't part of the stupid rabble that actually participates in civil society and the State, no no no! He is far above such petty things, only dark and gloomy uncomfortable truths matter to this "rebellious genius"!

That an adult man can write:

"According to the Cabbala, God created souls at the beginning, and they were all before him in the form they would later take in their incarnation.
Each soul, when its time has come, receives the order to join the body destined for it, but each to no avail implores its Creator to spare it this bondage and this corruption.


The more I think of what could not have failed to happen when my own souls turn came, the more I realize that if there was one soul which more than the rest must have resisted incarnation, it was mine.
"

Without realizing how absurdly selfimportant it sounds "Yes, my suffering is so unique that, of all the people that ever existed, undeniably it is I who loathe life the most, who resisted incarnation the most!", it is frankly embarrassing.


I tried to write notes on this, however, because the entire book is nothing but tepid, mindless statements, vomited unto the reader forshort pages, it just became me making fun of Cioran's pretentious, unbelievably narcissistic nonsense.
For some examples, the notes for:

"In periods of sterility, one should hibernate, sleep day and night to preserve ones strength, instead of wasting it in mortification and rage.
"

Just read:

"Most people, unlike the poor ohsounderprivileged and tortured Mr, Cioran, do not get to just "sleep day and night" to preserve their strength the expenditure of their strength is necessary for their survival, for that is what the selling of laborpower is, and most people can only survive through that.
. . It is one of the clearest examples of Cioran's class, which shines through in every tepid, impotent aphorism of this dreadful book, and of how utterly clueless he is of the world outside himself, this little abstract gloomy world that exists solely inside his head and of the readers stupid enough to agree with him, where he can narcissistically bitch and moan in writing all day without knowing any suffering besides that of the idiotic middle class melancholic.
"

Chapteris easily the worst chapter which is saying a lot for it is about politics, and boy is Cioran a fucking idiot with no conception of how anything works besides voluntarist clichés that even Schopenhauer would have found impotently and embarrassingly adolescent.
My favorite note from this chapter came on the following aphorism:

"What spoils the French Revolution for me is that it all happens on stage, that its promoters are born actors, that the guillotine is merely a decor.
The history of France, as a whole, seems a bespoke history, an acted history: everything in it is perfect from the theatrical point of view, It is a performance, a series of gestures and events which are watched rather than suffered, a spectacle that takes ten centuries to put on, Whence the impression of frivolity which even the Terror affords, seen from a distance, "

Where I wrote:

"The whole of the French sanscullotes and bourgeois revolutionaries apologizes, dear Mr, Cioran, that people were excited for literally the biggest event in human history, which was the beginning of the age of revolution in Europe, which

swept away centuries of feudal bondage, that some theatricality was had! Not genuine enough for you as the idle, frivolous chatter of upperclass gentlemen is, eh"

For Cioran, philistine contrarian for the sake of being contrarian, what is frivolous is true greatness, and worldhistoric events that changed the whole world are frivolous of course, other people are too stupid to notice that, unlike our "genius" Mr.
Cioran!. No aphorism in the book expresses this contrarian fauxsuperiority better than this:

"Montaigne, a sage, has had no posterity, Rousseau, an hysteric, still stirs nations, I like only the thinkers who have inspired no tribune of the people, "

So, what about style

Well, if what little I have posted here has not made it clear, Cioran is a hack writer par excellence.
The only thing to be found here is dark Romantic clichés that were always bad writing and already considered hacky more than a century before this book was written.
Not content to be stupid and philistine, Cioran's mind also seems to be ruled exclusively by the most tired clichés available in such literature, which makes reading the book a similar experience to trying to endure a teenager on discord venting to you forhours straight in what he thinks is a "poetic" fashion but in what is in reality an embarrassing deluge of selfabsorbed, narcissistic selfpity.


THE AMOUNT OF TIMES that Cioran just repeats the same stylistic format is just insane per example, sentence that are just "To do something" and nothing else, Per example:

"To have committed every crime but that of being a father, "

"To get up in the morning, wash and then wait for some unforeseen variety of dread or depression,
I would give the whole universe and all of Shakespeare for a grain of ataraxy, "

"To walk along a stream, to pass, to flow with the water, without effort, without haste, while death continues in us its ruminations, its uninterrupted soliloquy"

"To claim you are more detached, more alien to everything than anyone, and to be merely a fanatic of indifference!"

Among many, many others.


Some people say "Yeah Cioran's philosophy is basically nothing but gloomy feelings and it isn't even consistent, it contradicts itself all the time, but his prose is pretty beautiful, he's a great stylist.
" With the explanation I have given above, I reply to that with a simple "Fuck you" because this is hack writing of the worst, most adolescent sort, This is hot garbage. This makesShades of Grey feel like Lolita, This is several magnitudes worse than a not inconsiderable percentage of fanfiction written by teenagers with no literary background whatsoever, It is so bad that, should someone defend it to me, no matter how good their opinions on literature normally are, how better they understand it than me, I would immediately think less of all their judgements in literature.


In conclusion, I will just repeat myself Cioran does it nonstop in this book so I don't think any reader of his will mind : and say that I am frankly embarrassed of ever having been into something like this.
It is cringe of the worst sort, nothing but middle class aestheticism, moping, written in a puerile style that consists of nothing but braindead "dark" Romantic clichés, legitemiately some of the worst aphoristic styling I've ever seen and so easy to do that I did it as a teenager all the time.

This book is a complete and utter embarrassment, I would cringe to death if I published something that was so attached to my name as this is with Cioran's however, it can never be even close to as embarrassing as the people that think that Cioran reached some "deep truth" here, or people that think his gloomy style is anything but shabby Romantic clichés that even ghostwriters for medievalthemed romance novels for teenage girls and shabby action thrillers for teenage boys would laugh at.
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