Kierkegaard writes that Abraham's conduct was “genuinely poetic, noble, more noble than anything in the tragedies.”
Literature is obsessed with death. In a way, we write for the people who are dead in the future—those who have not yet been born. We read for the dead who have passed away.
Kierkegaard regretted that Shakespeare never wrote about Abraham. Kierkegaard regretted that Shakespeare never wrote about Abraham.
The transformation from ancient to modern means the Gods and the sacrifices we make to them are no longer visible; they assume other forms.
I feel so exhausted and brain dead. I feel so exhausted and brain dead. My eyes hurt. My throat hurts a little bit.
Reading most new literary magazines, though not all, I get the feeling that they exist just to absorb elite overproduction of humanities students. The bylines are often Ph.D. students looking to offload some of their hot takes about pop culture in a pseudo-