#angry young men

[feminismisstillahatemovement]

Gotta say, it's not just 18-25, but well-done to this guy for spitting the facts like this in such a concise way.

#angry young men

[alchemisoul]

"...the Outsider is a man who cannot live in the comfortable, insulated world of the bourgeois, accepting what he sees and touches as reality. `He sees too deep and too much,' and what he sees is essentially chaos...he is the one man who knows he is sick in a civilization that doesn't know it is sick."

- Colin Wilson

#colin wilson #the outsider #angry young men #philosophy #author #quote #westworld #michael crichton #sci fi #scifi #sci fy #sci fantasy #science fiction #dystopian fiction #satire #Akecheta #gnosticism #gnostics #gnosis

[vintagemiserie]

i need a hero

#angry young men #my art #artists on tumblr #love putting the aym tag on things as if it is a real piece of media instead of the comic in my brain

[laku-incarnate]

No poet or writer is going to spend time trying to destroy the society he lives in. If it is rotten, his works will reflect it without effort, and it will destroy itself.

(Alan Sillitoe, Through the Tunnel, 1965)

#Alan Sillitoe #Through the Tunnel #Mountains and Caverns #angry young men #Loneliness of the Long-Distance Runner #Writer #Novelist #Nottingham

[mereinkling]

On the Anniversary of C.S. Lewis’ Death

Today, on the sixtieth anniversary of C.S. Lewis’ passing, I offer you a special gift. Well, not a modest gift from my own pen, but a link to an insightful obituary, written by one of Lewis’ students. The author of the obituary, John Wain, one of Britain’s “angry young men,” is critical of some aspects of Lewis’ work that are most appreciated by others. Yet his unique perspective is…

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#Angry Young Men #C.S. Lewis #Charles Williams #Death #Inklings #Life #Obituaries #Thanksgiving #Writing

[nicklloydnow]

“Half an hour later, the sun rose above the eastern horizon; its warmth was as delightful as a caress. As he sighed with relief and pleasure, he experienced an overwhelming sense of pure wellbeing. It was accompanied by a curious sensation, as if something inside him was dwindling and contracting to a point. As this happened, the pleasure became almost intolerable, and he had to close his eyes to prevent himself from being swept away by it.

As he did this, the feeling of inner-contraction came to a halt, leaving him in a condition of deep calm such as he had never experienced in his life. It was then that he became aware of the thought processes of the wolf spider on the other side of the road. Its awareness was also as still as a candle flame on a windless night. A man who stood in that draughty sentry box would experience boredom and impatience. The wolf spider would have regarded such feelings as a kind of mild insanity. It knew that it had to wait there until its relief arrived, and impatience would have been irrelevant. The sun filled it with a drowsy delight; yet its underlying vigilance remained unaffected. To his surprise, Niall realised he experienced no hostility or fear towards the spider; only a friendly sympathy with a strong overtone of admiration.

The warmth caused a pleasant tingling sensation in his bare shoulders and the calves of his legs, and this again seemed to lift his mind like a wave and move it gently towards some deep source of peace. Now it was as if his hearing had suddenly been sharpened a hundredfold, and as if he could hear a kind of whispering sound. For a moment, this puzzled him; then he identified its source. It was coming from a great elm tree standing fifty yards away along the riverbank. With a shock, he realised that the elm was alive: not simply alive in the negative sense of burgeoning wood and leaves, but in the sense of a being of flesh and blood. The tree was waving its arm in welcome to the sun, and exuding a feeling of gladness that had a totally human quality. All its leaves were rippling with pleasure as they absorbed the golden light, as if they were children shouting for joy.

Now that he was aware of the 'voice' of the tree, Niall began to recognise a still deeper undertone of communication. It took him some time to realise that this was coming from the earth beneath his feet. He had to make a mental effort to deepen his inner calm still further; as he did this, he could sense waves of energy rippling past him, like the ripples on a pond when some child has thrown a stone into the water. The tree was receiving this energy and was, in turn, transmitting its own personal response. Suddenly, Niall understood why the city was surrounded by green hills and woods. They focused the waves of energy that flowed through the earth and gave back their own vital response. The result was that this city of concrete and asphalt was pervaded by an aura of living energy. Now he could understand why the wolf spider could wait so patiently for hour after hour. It was not, as he had assumed, simply that spiders are born with the gift of patience; it was because it was aware of itself as a part of this pulsating pattern of vitality.

What intrigued Niall was the sheer intensity of this vital pulse. Now he had become aware of it, it reminded him of the rhythmic bursts of rain-carrying wind he had experienced in the storm at sea: curtains of rain blowing across the boat in explosive gusts. But unlike the wind, whose gusts were due to the motion of the ship in the waves, these surges of vital energy produced an impression of purpose, as if generated by some intelligent agency. For a moment, he even speculated whether its source might be the Spider Lord himself.” (pages 295 - 296)

#wilson #colin wilson #spider world #desert #tower #fortress #spider #fantasy #existentialism #books #philosophy #angry young men

[axolotlclown]

I suppose I'm a little late to the party, but I needed time to collect my thoughts.

Here's the thing, everyone's caught up on Caiti's age and whether she consented. To me, that isn't anywhere near the point. Her being so young is certainly creepy and strange, but not the point.

Here's the first thing, though less important than the next. As an adult, it is blaringly clear how irresponsible these "adults" were. Two grown ass men supplying alcohol to underaged girls in a hotel room. They were up drinking until 6am. They were one noise complaint away from getting the cops called.

Second thing. While underage drinking in the US is fairly normal, 18 is still pretty young here. Also, publicly admitting to supplying alcohol to an 18 year old is crazy, but not the point.

18 year olds can't compete with grown adults when it comes to alcohol. They don't have the same tolerance. There never should have been any "one upping."

No one should have gotten that drunk. The fact that there was a girl leaving, vomiting in her hand is fucking ridiculous. When someone, regardless of their age, is drinking too much too quickly, you cut them off and give them water. This is how college parties are run. Once you start wobbling a little too much, your speech is slurred, and you stop being a person, someone gives you water and walks you home.

And nobody walked her back to her hotel room?? Two grown men. I don't give a shit how tired you are. You always walk a girl home. Who the fuck raised you??

I am an adult man in college. I have been around a lot of different men. I have hung around men that behave like this. Let me promise you this: they got those girls drunk like that on purpose. They both wanted something. When they didn't get it, they just let the girls go. They were never interested in their safety. They were never interested in who they were.

And let me promise you this: there's never just one girl. And any well brought up man would have cut them all off and sent them on their way. There is way more to this situation than lets on.

And of course George never asked for her consent. It was never a question. They brought those girls back to that hotel room with the thought that they'd get something out of it. To George, he heard 18 and thought, "oh cool, she's legal."

I see this happen all the time in college. Usually men don't grow out of all of it, but they usually grow out of begging like a shitty dog in some random girl's DMs. To hear a grown ass man, 26 years old, behave like a fucking 19 year old sophmore in college is pathetic. I'm not interested in giving pathetic men any more time.

Also, love and light to Caiti, she looks like she's 16. "I didn't know she was 18!" First off, doesn't matter. Second off, I would've guessed she was a minor, so I know you checked first. Or else you're even dumber than the fucking college kids. Damn.

#in a few days im sure ill have a less angry post about it all #remember men #it is your responsibility to look after the women around you #cut them off give them water and walk them home #if a girl doesnt wanna fuck you whatever #dont let your ego get so bruised youll put a women is danger #are you out of your fucking mind??? #anyway #anyone trying to claim that caiti is lying isnt seeing the point #these men put young women in danger because theyre pissed they didnt get laid #danger that they themselves put together #this isnt a debate #thats fucked up #also #if a woman is so drunk shes not acting like herself anymore #use some fucking critical thinking #can she consent? #fuck no dipshit #if you need to get a girl wasted to get laid #maybe you just have the charisma of fucking ball sweat #take the L and go home #yall fucking exhaust me jesus #thoughts of dante #caitibugzz #georgenotfound #gnf #dream #dreamwastaken #oh that bitch isnt exempt either btw #hes trying to say what happened was ok

[laniusbignaturals]

Bill Calhoun exists to pad out the parallels between Joshua and Edward by acting as a Friend From His Old Life, ala Daniel. And Daniel is a paternalistic wolf in sheep’s clothing who (unconsciously) wraps up his colonial exploits in themes of care and growth, offsetting Joshua’s open hostility. Daniel is also a character of color, albeit a mishandled one in an inappropriately racialized story. Bill tends to be depicted as black in fancontent, maybe because people pick up on that parallel. The key difference is that he exits the narrative as soon as the Legion is founded. So in my mind, it benefits to look at Bill’s characterization less as a coda to a pre-existing system of oppression, and more as an examination of the kind of person we expect to get involved in those systems, and the disastrous results that those expectations lead to. A bad victim, if you will - another member of the Followers who experienced a huge, violent trauma at a disturbingly early age, the same way Edward did, but unlike him is considered too unpleasant, burdensome, misguided and dangerous to be nurtured out of it. Someone who was never quite afforded the same amount of concern and grace as was given to blonde haired, square jawed, “gifted” young (white) men like his buddy. The soon-to-be dictator. Fun!

#and that’s why the angry young man trope is full of white people #cus all the angry young black men are dead. #legionposting #bill calhoun #edward sallow #fallout new vegas #thoughts #joshua graham #daniel fnv #Daniel #caesar’s legion

[black-rose-writings]

It's that time of the year again - time to argue with my mom about why I'm uncomfortable participating in the "symbolic violence against women "for their own good"" holiday.

#irl stuff #čumblr #české velikonoce #czech easter #možná kontroverzní #going home for easter for the first time in a couple of years #because I'm not gonna have another opportunity to visit for the rest of the semester #I hate easter #egg decorating is okay I guess #but 'pomlázky' make me see fucking red #worst holiday #one of the many things I will be an angry SJW about #'it's not violence it's making you young and beautiful' shut the fuck up mother #the boys see it as violence #they see it as being allowed to hit girls #the grown ass men are encouraging them to see it as violence #nobody cares about the stupid superstition #they want to hit girls and get snacks for it #and booze once they're old enough #and by old enough I mean 15 #I hate it

[magentagalaxies]

i'm a woman but only in the way where sometimes a male musician from the late 90s/early 00s decides to write from a woman's perspective but that's not immediately clear until they say "i'm a woman" in the lyrics and you immediately google whether the musician is trans and the answer is no but you've already decided to relate to the song in a trans way anyway

#this post is about 2 songs: ''your woman'' by white town and ''fifty eight'' by the customers #obsessed with that second song lately tbh it unlocked secret emotions in me lmao #''some men do right / and some men do wrong / but i'm a woman and i'll do what i want'' #''i've got some big ideas now / just like when i was young / i'm gonna find ya‚ kill ya‚ move on'' #like. no idea if this was the song's actual intent but it resonates with me in the sense of allowing yourself to be angry on behalf of your #younger self who wasn't able to feel anger back then‚ and even more than that being angry enough that you're like ''i will destroy them'' #but recognizing peace doesn't come from ''killing them'' it comes from moving on and not having to worry about them anymore #anyway i literally only found that song bc i'm making a playlist where ever song title is a number #and between this and ''29'' by demi lovato it's become a weirdly cathartic playlist regarding one specific person

[alchemisoul]

"Hard times create strong men. Strong men create good times. Good times create weak men. And, weak men create hard times."

- G. Michael Hopf, Those Who Remain (The New World #7)

#colin wilson #the outsider #angry young men #the robot #the peak experience #g. michael hopf #authors #writing #philosophy #quote

[vintagemiserie]

testing out a workflow for my comic!

#my art #artists on tumblr #comic art #comic #original comic #digital art #csp #angry young men

[laku-incarnate]

John Wain (1925-1994)

#John Wain #Oxford #poet #novelist #Angry Young Men #Hurry On Down #The Movement #Professor of Poetry #realist #Young Shoulders #Shakespeare #Professing poetry

[deadmans-corpse]

thinking about Lawrence and Mark in a strange love hate relationship with a painful amount of tension, all the other accomplices cringe and cry when ever they see it. (amanda bully's them both about it (she finds it hilarious))

#saw #mark hoffman #lawrence gordon #idk the ship name #old angry gay men in an even worse relationship #they are so dumb #amanda young #john is debating on putting them in a trap together or something

[dilfpassing]

if u finish reading the catcher in the rye and walk away going “ugh holden caulfield is such a spoiled rich kid” i am going to scream so loud into your face that your eardrums explode

#did you read the fucking book #sorry i just cried over holden caulfield in real life and im making myself angry #its just so upsetting to me how a so clearly empathetic traumatized abused kid who is so lost and overwhelmed by life gets so little #sympathy from most audiences #people want to approach it with the mindset that holden caulfield is acting like hes the saddest worst off person on the planet #and they judge the book by saying his position isnt the lowest on the totem pole so his complaints are invalid and not worth anyones time #and thats not... the point... of the book....... #holden is supposed to represent basically young men with ptsd who have no idea how to process their trauma or emotions #people with trauma who act in self destructive ways because theyre suicidal and lost #people who have been hurt so badly that the thought of others losing their innocence is enough to drive them to tears #holdens dream is to keep others from experiencing the hurt he feels #he fumbles his way through life because he doesnt think hes worth anything #hes such a deeply empathetic character and i just. GRAAHH.......

[thisismynamenowxpoetry]

I'm five

Mother tells me not to follow men

Mother tells me not to get in a van

Mother tells me don't leave her side

I'm seven

Mother tells me

If a man approaches

Say my dad's strong

Which is funny

To seven year old me -

I don't have a dad,

Men are bad

I'm ten

My friend tells me everyone has a dad

My mother looks at her

Says "not everyone"

I'm twelve

I have TikTok

What is rape?

Why do we fear men?

I'm thirteen

I'm walking the dog

I get cat-called

At the park.

My mum's in the car,

I tell her,

She sighs,

It was bound to happen

I'm fourteen

I know why my mum flinches whenever rape is mentioned

But I don't say anything

I'm fifteen

I'm walking to the bookstore

A car of boys roll their windows down

Say something

Laugh

Oggle

I'm fifteen

Men say it's not their fault

But I've been taught

To fear them

For as long as I've lived.

#poetry #poets on tumblr #writer #writeblr #young poets #spilled words #spilled ink #angry poetry #female poets #i hate men #who reads hashtags #original poem #ThisIsMyNameNowPoetry