How does one become articulate, like a writer?
Read, isolate yourself completely from outward influences. it works like shooting or music, practice makes perfect, practice practice practice. If you stay away from hearing accents, or words spoken, or words written in any way other than the author you wish to emulate, you will lose all progress quickly. my suggestion is isolate and read read read read read. read until your thoughts are written by the author himself, then read some more. it will never be permanent, but after some months, you will be able to save some...
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what are some of the interesting works you can find in archive.org?
Did he live by his own philosophy?
I am not sure if i should post this here or rather on /fit/, so be free to send it to the trash if it does not belong on this board.
I am looking for some manuals for fighting with smaller opponents, as i am a 1.97m 94 kg guy and i have seen various manuals and techniques that help smaller, weaker opponents beat up taller, stronger opponents, but never ones that help the bigger guy fight the smaller guy (i am not looking to go out and start fights, i am just looking out of curiosity mixed with a bit of fear).
Is this worth picking up? Saw it at a second hand shop for 2 dollars and was wondering if it is worth the time
Where do you hear/learn about new pieces of literature apart from on /lit/?
Does anyone subscribe to any literary magazine, online or otherwise?
Are there any forums around that compare in anyway to the more or less, reasonable community of /lit/?
I've never found anything that doesn't resemble the communities of /r/books or the DFTBA John green crowd..
Are we really so unique?
Just read Fitzgerald's Iliad, do I stick with him for the Odyssey and Virgil's Aeneid?
I already have Shrewing's Odyssey is that good enough, or should I continue my faith in Fitzgerald?
Have you ever woken up from a dream so amazing or terrifying that you thought it had to be brought to life?
Post some stories about dreams you thought about putting into books or drawing out, or did.
Not explicitly but I imagine that the lurker-poster ratio is like 20:1 if not more and that it's those sort of nuggets of sincerity sifted through all the disaffected shitposting that keeps this place interesting enough to lurk despite itself. Or at least that's my justification for often getting no responses.
/lit/, what are some good book on the Vietnam war?
Does anyone know a good site (tracker / DDL) where I can get audiobooks, german ones specifically?
Also since I'm here now, I can check bib for ebooks anyone might want/need, just please don't post lists with two dozen titles.
So it turns out drinking is a great way to write angry and sad chapters of books.
Last night I got wasted on whisky by myself for Burns Night and wrote the best diatribe I've ever written. I can't for the life of me remember writing it but reading it this morning impressed me. I must have churned out 1,500 words of eloquent anger in a couple of hours.
How do you use writing to justify your addictions /lit/?
Historical Fiction set in 1929 around the evacuation of the Scottish Isle of St Kilda. The moment where the main character (Finn, 15 year old) realises it was his own people that agreed to the evacuation.
Pls be nice anon.
By the way, I'm aware it reads somewhat like unedited stream-of-consciousness but I thought that added to the raw emotion that the character was feeling.
The only editing I did was grammar.
What did he mean by this?
>literally the creation of the third reich
that's the purest misinterpretation of Nietzsche and complete bullshit.
I'm no expert and somebody will probably tell you better but: I'd pay close attention to words culture and morality. Together with his thoughts about 'present day' culture, education, together with his views about tragedy and greeks and so on.
it's ironic. it should be clear to anyone who knows Nietzsche that a situation where the desires and projects of the "race" override the "conflicting" wills of the individual is toxic. this is why birth of tragedy is his most important book: it is a meditation on and celebration of conflicting desires, and a damnation of the will to coalesce represented by Socrates and in the notion of the Greeks as a "pure race"
Notions of Proximity
Hypersurface architecture considers both the fluidity of information and the malleability of form or material as one, integrated and emergent design strategy
Hypersurface considers architecture as a node in a feedback-loop, as an element in a larger exchange. To achieve this, one needs to situate a concern within the middle of things and consider the emergent effects-outward. This tactic is utterly different from our typically linear problem solving methods. To make the shift to emergent or middle-out processes requires a theoretical shift.
What are the absolute freaks of literature.
Poetry, noveles, shortstories, theater or just written crap.
I don't care, give me some names.
Urs Alleman, he wrote a book (stream of consciousness) that I can't even mention here because mods
i think it is just a stream of consciousness of a dog
generally today's fiction rated well on goodreads such as "15 days without a head", "The egg said nothing" etc, return to surrealism and absurdity
and of course William Peter Blatty
Also, Georges Bataille (story of the eye)
Octave Mirbeau (the torture garden)
Carlton Melick III (Satan Burger)
Chuck Palahniuk is fun if you like pulpy shit.
>"The sea was angry that day, my friends - like an old man trying to send back soup in a deli."
Sunset found her squatting in the grass, groaning. Every stool was looser than the one before, and smelled fouler. By the time the moon came up she was shitting brown water. The more she drank, the more she shat, but the more she shat, the thirstier she grew, and her thirst sent her crawling to the stream to suck up more water.
'He found a line and pulled on it, fighting toward the hatch to get himself below out of the storm, but a gust of wind knocked his feet from under him and a second slammed him into the rail and there he clung. Rain lashed at his face, blinding him. His mouth was full of blood again. The ship groaned and growled beneath him like a constipated fat man straining to shit'