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atrophic-dystopia · 7 months
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"... I used to build dreams about you."
F. Scott Fitzgerald, "Flappers and Philosophers"
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theblackestofsuns · 8 months
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Flappers And Philosophers (1920)
F. Scott Fitzgerald
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daffodils-loverrs · 11 months
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Jackie Taylor (+ Shauna) | miscellaneous character study
F. Scott Fitzgerald, Flappers and Philosophers
Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I'm Home
Leanna Firestone, Two Week Notice
Black Wing, Twinkling
Madison Beer, Good In Goodbye
a.j., vulnerability
Rainer Maria Rilke, The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge
Caroline Polachek, Pang
Pablo Neruda, Tonight I Can Write (The Saddest Lines)
Taylor Swift, Fifteen
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kamorth · 11 months
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Just as an intro, yes this post reads VERY white. Unfortunately a lot of recent history is only accessible through white lenses and as I myself am about as white as it is possible to be, I don't have another viewpoint that I can write from with any kind of authority. My lack of experience does not negate anyone else's experiences or views.
In the 80s, being punk was how you showed disdain for conformity. NO, I DON'T Want to be Like You THE WOLRD IS SHITTY AND I AM ANGRY. They were the trash that you warned your kids to stay away from because they were dangerous and violent.
Grunge quickly followed suit with Yeah the world is shitty why do what the boring conformist bougies tell you when you can just do your own thing over here instead. They were the trash you hoped your kids got sick of but the worst parents ever suspected of them was maybe a bit of weed and some clumsy make outs, not that big a deal.
In the late 90s (my teens) it was goths. We are so sick of you and your church and shoving it down my throat with pushing for prayer in schools and Christian Pop Rock all over the billboard top 40. That kid is a witch now and You JUST Don't Get It. Depression is my baseline and the idea of being like you is the cause. We were the trash that were just indulging in a phase and would grow out of it, so we could be humored but mostly ignored (unless your parents were hard core Bible bashers, in which case you would get sent to something akin to conversion therapy - since you were also probably Queer it often was just outright conversion therapy).
Then the emos showed up and people started getting annoyed, partly because suddenly there were goths that you COULDN'T ignore for two reasons, they were LOUD about being sad and THERE WERE SO MANY OF THEM. Since they couldn't be ignored out of existence, the Western world decided to collectively bully them instead. They were the trash that was Just So Damn Cringe!
And now poverty is skyrocketing. Homelessness is a plague that has struck so many people who have committed no crime outside of bad luck. Actual fascists are in positions of power. Planned obsolescence and decades of lobbying by the oil industry in favour of petrol and plastics is destroying everything beautiful about this planet.
And Punk is back. Be ANGRY at your politicians who don't listen. Let your anger be heard so that they know you will not accept these ideas. Grunge is back. It doesn't have to be new, it just has to be functional. Work together to make a community you WANT to live in. Goth is back. Mourn for the world we were promised but never saw. Learn about belief systems that are different to the one you were raised in, ESPECIALLY if doing so pisses off your parents. Emo is back. Fuck haters. Cringe is dead. Being comfortable in your own skin means being allowed to do what YOU want, not having to exist for the benefit of someone else.
Before us it was hippies and beatniks and flappers and dadaists and before them there were the coffee shop philosophers and the point is there have ALWAYS been people who want the world to see its own flaws and fix them. I know other cultures had the same sorts of groups, like the Japanese Subekan gangs (who created the original lolita fashion trend as a way to take femininity back from being sexualized) and Islamic Sufism (an Islamic sect who practice things forbidden by stricter groups, such as singing and dancing) but I'm an armchair scholar, not an expert.
When society is broken, our numbers surge.
We are surging.
Society needs us.
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ao3-fanfic-rec · 11 months
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Flappers and Philosophers by bookishandbossy
Fandom: Gossip Girl
Dan Humphrey first meets Blair Waldorf at a party he's not invited to. He doesn't mean to write a story that's all about her, but somehow it happens. Blair Waldorf has every intention of giving an aspiring writer a sharp talking-to about the character he's based on her. She doesn't mean to get fond of him, but somehow it happens
Dan Humphrey x Blair Waldorf, <5k words, 1920s AU
Completed
Thoughts: I've never really cared about the 1920s aesthetic (i like my period dramas, just not this period), but the 1920s setting works so well for Dair, and as a commentary on how little things seem to change in the UES (I may be reading too much into a one-shot but i digress)
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eyesaremosaics · 2 years
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Favorite books?
Hmmm… that’s tough, I love a lot of books. I’m an old lady, I prefer classic literature, or historical fiction… horror fiction…. I guess if I had to narrow it down I would say:
--“Brave New World” by Aldous Huxley. Probably my all time favorite. I really resonated with the “savage” in this novel. Now more than ever…
--“Interview with the Vampire” by Anne Rice, actually pretty much all the vampire chronicles. The vampire Lestat, queen of the damned, blood and gold, the vampire Armand, pandora… tale of the body thief…
—“Frankenstein: the modern Prometheus” by Mary Shelley, I just think it’s a powerful piece of literature. Beautifully written.
—“Wuthering Heights” by Emily Brontë, the darkest love story of all time.
—“A Spy in the house of love” by Anais Nin, I love most of Anais’ work, her diaries… delta Venus…
—“The Great Gatsby” by F. Scott Fitzgerald, i know it seems pretentious and cliché—but I love virtually everything he writes. Always wished my birthday was the 24th instead of the 23rd so I could share it with him and Jim Henson😭. “The beautiful and the damned” “flappers and philosophers”… “this side of paradise”… all good.
—“Save me the Waltz” by Zelda Fitzgerald. I always thought her life was very tragic, and since she inspired so much of Scott’s work—naturally I found her a source of fascination as well.
—“the turn of the screw” by Henry James
— “the stranger” by Albert Camus
—“the bell jar” by Sylvia Plath with always hold a special place in my teenage heart.
—“the catcher in the Rye” by J.D Salinger. I love most of his stuff as well, I really feel Holden Caulfield. He knows what’s up.
—“Madame Bovary” by Gustave Flaubert
—“the Venus in Furs” by Leopold von Sacher-Masoch
—“I Capture The Castle” by Dodie Smith (1948)
—“Jane Eyre” by Charlotte Bronte (1847)
—“Dracula” by Bram Stoker (1897) classic! Read it so many times.
Harry Potter and lord of the rings I’ve read countless times.
-Great Expectations by Charles Dickens (1860), I gotta admit… I love me some Charles Dickens. This one is particularly special.
—Catch-22 by Joseph Heller (1961)
I always loved treasure island, and the Swiss family Robinson when I was a kid.
Lord of the flies has always stuck with me.
—“Slaughterhouse 5” by Kurt Vonnegut
I liked the lovely bones… flowers in the attic… I enjoyed chuck palahniuk back in the day.
Oh! I love “The Giver” by Lois Lowry.
A clockwork orange…
I love Stephen King. Pet Semetary is my favorite though.
I love “tuck everlasting” and “bridge to teribithia”.
Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier (1938) is an all time fav. Love the Alfred Hitchcock movie as well.
Silence of the lambs…American psycho…. Hell House by Richard Matheson (1971),
Coraline by Neil Gaiman (2002), can I just say—Neil Gaiman must be the most prolific writer of modern times. I love so much of his stuff. I met him once in person, he’s a sweet man.
The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde—one of the best pieces of fiction ever written. I also love how cheeky Oscar Wilde was in general. Also a libra (my team!).
“The Yellow Wallpaper”, Short story by Charlotte Perkins Gilman. Brilliant feminist piece of literature/social commentary on feminine “hysteria”.
“Go Ask Alice” by Beatrice Sparks.
“I Never Promised You a Rose Garden” by Joanne Greenberg
“Girl interrupted” Susanna Kaysen
“Fear and loathing in Las Vegas”, Hunter S. Thompson. I love reading his stuff, he cracks me up.
Too many to name, but there ya go!
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lionofchaeronea · 1 year
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Azalea, plumeria?
Azalea: What is the most recent song you listened to? How do you feel about it? I mentioned Caity Gyorgy's cover of Taylor Swift's "Love Story" in a previous answer, so I'll turn to another Postmodern Jukebox cover -- Sara Niemietz and the Sole Sisters doing "Bad Romance". It's gloriously flapper-esque. (Is that a word? It is now.)
Plumeria: Are you currently working on any creative projects? If so, what kind? These days I'm never not working on a creative project. At this particular moment I'm sketching plans for a sequence of poems inspired by the Presocratic philosophers; I'm also dipping my toe into the waters of songwriting.
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talesofpassingtime · 1 year
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Books Read 2022
The Kitchen God’s Wife, Amy Tan
The Antiquarian, Sir Walter Scott
Loving, Henry Green
The Cossacks, Leo Tolstoy
Acte, Alexandre Dumas
Jacob’s Room, Virginia Woolf
The Old Devils, Kingsley Amis
Fear, Gabriel Chevallier
Flappers and Philosophers, F. Scott Fitzgerald
The Encantadas, Herman Melville
The Eternal Husband, Fyodor Dostoevsky
The Marriage Contract, Honore de Balzac
Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?, Philip K. Dick
Therese Raquin, Emile Zola
Far from the Madding Crowd, Thomas Hardy
The House of the Dead, Fyodor Dostoevsky
Clear Light of Day, Anita Desai
Benito Cereno, Herman Melville
The Assistant, Bernard Malamud
The Charterhouse of Parma, Stendhal
The Voyage Out, Virginia Woolf
Commission in Lunacy, Honore de Balzac
Family Happiness, Leo Tolstoy
Youth, Leo Tolstoy
Les Miserables, Victor Hugo
Taras Bulba, Nicolai Gogol
Sons, Pearl S. Buck
The Atheist’s Mass, Honore de Balzac
Boyhood, Leo Tolstoy
Colonel Chabert, Honore de Balzac
The Insulted and Humiliated, Fyodor Dostoevsky
The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald
The Grass is Singing, Doris Lessing
The Purse, Honore de Balzac
The Counterlife, Philip Roth
The Emperor’s Candlesticks, Baroness Orczy
A Rogue’s Life, Wilkie Collins
A Tale of Two Cities, Charles Dickens
Mosquitoes, William Faulkner
Childhood, Leo Tolstoy
The Mysteries of Marseille, Emile Zola
The Lost Girl, DH Lawrence
One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, Ken Kesey
Prospero’s Cell, Lawrence Durrell
Fathers and Sons, Ivan Turgenev
As I Lay Dying, William Faulkner
Waiting for the Barbarians, JM Coetzee
The Grass Harp, Truman Capote
Father Goriot, Honore de Balzac
This Side of Paradise, F. Scott Fitzgerald
The Sun Also Rises, Ernest Hemingway
The Corsican Brothers, Alexandre Dumas
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The Men O'Finne
by Michele Sommerstein I see, the Men O’Finne. I saw with my own eyes, with this flapper in flare, worse, than the tyranny of the marmoset worse, than the swallow trapped in the thick tartar swamps worse, than the disembowelment of the romping platypus These druids, enslaved to the bulbous bouffant enslaved, to the crustacean trollops with their torso backwash, squirming into the crevi, of their existence and strife
Searching for the creature they called Somniferous to add what he can, to their … bouillabaisse de resistance! Take one spoon, and you too shall be doing the Charleston, the Coochie Coo with a Skexsis, eating Gelfling tapioca wondering if there is a delicatessen, that only serves croissants.
And what of the squid and crumpet marching towards you? Their feet like fate! Screaming sphincters! They will surely ask: “Are you the barracuda? The lupus who watooseyed into the buttocks with your cutlery, and ever sassy glob and charm?”
“No, I am the rump of a dustbunny, mortal and vermilion I am the frolicking wastrel, the Bruja in the rough!”
And you recall the ephemeral sphinx that once told you it was spontaneity and lies that broke the asparagus tall like trees or was it Nietzsche, and his temptous spleen spewing philosophical hairballs like a hysterical weinersnitchel, pickle and spam!
No matter The squid and crumpet are marching closer, with their Celtic leiderhosen, wiggling with persnickety Their anti feetbed weaponry, swinging like a giddy orangutan, and knoosed swine!
And the fantastical zeppelin funded by the river Styx wiggling through the clouds of Macadamia through it’s highlandic gazebos, and refined rutabaga cuisine, struck every heart of the enslaved druids as it crooned the bubonic anthem “Oh plethora! Oh plethora!”
“The crumpets and squid are marching closer, can anything help you now?” screamed the flapper aware “This must be thee large and pendulous haunting faux pas, the Dali Llama spoke of!”
No, in these times of Pneumatic Renaissance… these times of iconhood, and the dying Rococo… where the Cannibals eat the Lovecrafts the Toboggans and try to copulate it is all a mistake, indeed
Schenectady! Infamy! The squids and crumpets attack you like the epidermis, that smothers the bones And so you die in the arms of the flapper who slowly whispers “Merde…”
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chancontrarian · 9 months
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Top 'Ten' Books I Think Everyone Should Read (Fiction)
Once on a Time, The Red House Mystery, or Four Days Wonder by A. A. Milne
Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell by Susanna Clarke
Babel: An Arcane History by R. F. Kuang
The Secret History by Donna Tartt
"Fairyland" series by Catherynne M. Valente
Strong Poison, Have His Carcase, and Gaudy Night (Wimsey/Vane trilogy) by Dorothy L. Sayers
On the Road by Jack Kerouac
Rebecca (or Frenchman's Creek) by Daphne du Maurier
short stories by F. Scott Fitzgerald (Flappers & Philosophers, Tales of the Jazz Age, etc)
The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
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ericvanderburg · 10 months
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Flappers and Philosophers by F. Scott Fitzgerald - Table of Links
http://dlvr.it/SsgWcq
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scriniumplenum · 11 months
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Flappers and Philosophers: the Collected Short Stories by F. Scott Fitzgerald
I have not read all of these but have noted how they are quite variable. Some, like ‘The Sensible Thing’, hit the spot in that they strike a particular chord in the soul – perhaps what V S Pritchett means when he says a short story should be like something glimpsed in the corner of the eye – and give the sensation of something true clicking into place. Others don’t. And some, dare I say, seem…
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you me and matty being the perfect insufferable book nerd trio!!-🦚
( no bc ethan frome is one of the best books i read in school and i love it sm)
Ethan Frome, The Awakening, and maybe The Great Gatsby are my favorite American novels. My Antonia is really good too but could’ve been shorter :( I liked Fitzgerald’s short stories “flappers and philosophers” but I’m a novel girlie, I’m afraid :( I’m sure I’m missing out on great short story collections but if it’s not long and takes time to make me invest in the narrative I get frustrated lol
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rh35211 · 1 year
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1922 Life Magazine cover: "The Flapper" by F. X. Leyendecker
Frank Xavier Leyendecker
American illustrator
F.X. Leyendecker - Life Magazine Cover Art Print
Once upon a time, I dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was conscious only of my happiness as a butterfly, unaware that I was myself. Soon I awaked, and there I was, veritably myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man.
Zhuangzi, The Butterfly as Companion: Meditations on the First Three Chapters of the Chuang-Tzu
Chuang Tzu was a philosopher in ancient China, who, one night went to sleep and dreamed that he was a butterfly.
The butterfly effect is the idea that small things can have non-linear impacts on a complex system. The concept is imagined with a butterfly flapping its wings and causing a typhoon. ... Simple systems, with few variables, can nonetheless show unpredictable and sometimes chaotic behavior…
Why is it called the butterfly effect?
The term "butterfly effect" was coined by meteorologist Edward Lorenz, who discovered in the 1960's that tiny, butterfly—scale changes to the starting point of his computer weather models resulted in anything from sunny skies to violent storms—with no way to predict in advance what the outcome might be.
What is the butterfly effect metaphor?
"The Butterfly Effect" metaphor is simply meant to demonstrate that little insignificant events can lead to significant results over time. To put it another way, small variances in initial conditions can have profound and widely divergent effects on a system. Such chaotic systems are unpredictable by their very nature.
The concept referred to as the butterfly effect has been embraced by popular culture, where the term is often used to emphasize the outsize significance of minute occurrences, as in the 1990 movie Havana, in which Robert Redford, playing the role of Jack Weil, a gambler with a knack for math, proclaims to his costar, Lena Olin, that “a butterfly can flutter its wings over a flower in China and cause a hurricane in the Caribbean.”
The main philosophical effect of the butterfly effect is to remind us of this, and of the fact that under certain circumstances, a tiny change in the underlying causes can cause a ripple effect that causes dramatic changes in the result. The butterfly effect is only the most extreme example of that.
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penny23 · 2 years
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Lie to me by the moonlight. Do a fabulous story.
F.Scott Fitzgerald, Flappers and Philosophers
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qvotable · 4 years
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I won't kiss you. It might get to be a habit and I can't get rid of habits.
F. Scott Fitzgerald // Flappers & Philosophers
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