Weltschmerz denotes the kind of feeling experienced by someone who understands that physical reality can never satisfy the demands of the mind. It is also used to denote the feeling of sadness when thinking about the evils of the world—compare empathy, theodicy.

The modern meaning of Weltschmerz in the German language is the psychological pain caused by sadness that can occur when realizing that someone’s own weaknesses are caused by the inappropriateness and cruelty of the world and (physical and social) circumstances. Weltschmerz in this meaning can cause depression, resignation and escapism.

—  Wikipedia (Weltschmertz)
Mal du Siecle and Weltschmertz

Mal du Siecle is closely related to Weltschmertz (though the latter seems to have started a little earlier). The most famous sufferer of Weltschmertz is Goethe’s Young Werther. Both conditions seem to generally occur in sensitive gentlemen who become very sad or passive because they do not feel at home in the current society.

Mal du siècle, which can be roughly translated from French as “pain of the century”, is a term used to refer to the hopelessness, sadness, disillusionment, and melancholy experienced by primarily young adults of Europe’s late 19th century, when speaking in terms of the rising decadent movement. This may also simply be termed the “ennui”.

Mal du Siecle is a mood of melancholy and pessimism associated with the poets of the Romantic era that arose from their refusal or inability to adjust to those realities of the world that they saw as destructive of their right to subjectivity and personal freedom—a phenomenon thought to typify Romanticism.

The sufferers of Mal du Siecle felt that the world was now dominated by money and fame, and older aspects, for example honor and beauty, were therefore lost.

Weltschmertz is related to Melancholism, of which Friedrich is a famous protagonist.

Source: http://19thcentury.wordpress.com/2008/05/04/mal-de-siecle-and-weltschmertz/

Undo every grateful worry and masturbate to clingfilm flurries

I was trying to
Hold it all together,
But I failed;

When the rain came down
And the bodies they hopelessly flailed,

The brain
Fell apart
And
Availed, keeping
So everly watchful & stale
Like century dyke mould (England, angelica,
And no-flowing water through
Sole-dad, my
Cherubs,
America,)

Find me,
Fond of me,
That’s just what
Jesus
To God, to Jove, you say
They said
To me,

And made it
And made it, admit it, it
Made me,
It made (a man of me)
so
fucking
mad, and it
And it, and it,
Admit it, it also had had
Me
so fuck
King
An
Gry,

And I think

Therefore, in lawful-ness,

am, although

It’s all

Lawless

(Physics
Is light
Through
My eyes,)

Sadly
Pinned
To the
Ground,
Though we scream and we
Squirm all around.

Pigs on a petridish.
Worlds within worlds and each
Sound and we
God how we
Scream.

(No avail)

algorytm chorobowy.

Lubisz kogoś? Tak. Nie. Idź dalej. Tak.

Śmierdzi? Tak. Nie. Idź dalej. Nie.

Pociąga Cię? Tak. Nie. Idź dalej. Tak.

Lubisz z nim przebywać? Tak. Nie. Idź dalej. Tak.

Denerwuje Cię? Tak. Nie. Idź dalej. Nie.

Wstawia mleko do dobrej przegródki w lodówce? Tak. Nie. Idź dalej. Tak.

Rozwala skarpetki po domu jak pieprzony zając wielkanocny swoje jajka? Tak. Nie. Idź dalej. Nie.

Gratulujemy! Prawdopodobnie jesteś zakochany(to taka choroba). Witamy w stanie tak marnym, że nawet Schopenhauer by tego lepiej nie wymyślił. Od tej pory przestaniesz normalnie jeść, spać, a nawet oddychać w zamian za czarną rozpacz oraz cudowne uczucie agonii w godzinach wieczornych. Będziesz tanim/ą groupie(bo przecież nie chodzi o żadną ważną osobę tylko o chłopaka/dziewczynę z sąsiedztwa) i będziesz zbierał/a papierki z kosza na śmieci po jej/jego zjedzonym Prince Polo. Od tej pory wzrosną Twoje wydatki na alkohol i papierosy, bo przecież jesteś jebanym utracjuszem od kiedy zrozumiałeś co znaczy słowo „pornografia”. A teraz wracaj tępaku/czko do zacierania śladów po psycho fanatycznych wymiotach pochodzących z Twojego mózgu, bo widocznie tego chciał Pan.

Kurwa. 

Nadciągają Walentynki. Święto kiedy nie można nawet postać w kawiarni i którego świętowanie mi nigdy nie wyszło. Jedyny plus to okazjonalne słodycze w kształcie serduszek. 

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