Was Ralph Waldo Emmerson the greatest American Poet?
Last thread hit bump limit.
How do you guys come up with plot ideas? I can think of certain motifs, scenes, characters, etc. for novels but motives, rising action, and just the main story really gets me. I mean what sets the entire thing into action. Really, just the conflict, to be honest family.
I think of two very unlikely people to meet and then force them into something really hot.
Last thread I was discussing with an anon what kind of conflict I could bring into a novel about a devout young man who submits to a BDSM Dom and thus has his world view and beliefs tested.
Keeping that open.
Those of you who earned degrees in literature, philosophy or lit: what are your jobs now?
What is the best cover of Orwell's 1984? You can consider this a general "Best book covers" thread as well.
The Everyman's Meditations is one of my personal favorites.
Not a huge fan of that one in particular, but most Folio books look amazing. Shame they cost a fortune for 3rd world Europoors like me.
I'm a big fan of these covers for Gravity's Rainbow.
Folio do some really great ones too, I love the Dubliners cover
Just found out via /r/books that Jonathan Franzen has announced his next project: a six-volume novel based on his life, called "MY Struggle."
What we know so far:
>Franzen feels we need an American autobiographical epic in the vein of Proust or Knausgaard and that he's the novelist to take it on. "Those Knausgaard books are popular," he says, "but all the names of the places are weird. What if instead of reading about Geir and Yngve in Bergen you were reading about Jon and Dave in Boston? That's more relatable. Everybody can relate to that."
>Franzen has the entire book mapped out. The fifth book will be "the sad and serious one where I meditate on death, particularly the death of my good friend Dave Wallace."
>This will be Franzen's masterpiece. "No doubt about it," he says. "Forget Freedom. That was child's play. This is going to make Freedom look like complete shit. Get ready for it. I may even do seven volumes just to up the ante."
Are you excited?
Hey /lit/, I have given myself one week to live.
What book do you consider a must-read before departing? I'll be choosing 2 at most, depending on the size of the book.
I have read most of the canon.
Did he finish philosophy?
What do you study, /lit/?
What's the most influential piece of literature?
The Odyssey? The Mahabharata? The Illiad? The Ramayana?
dante's divine comedy. the man was a revolutionary in literature let alone art in its entirety
I need help /lit/ , I became obsessed with reading to the point of no return. The only thing I want to do in my life is to shut myself inside my room and read the countless books in my shelf. I don't want to talk to anybody or do anything else. I've got money to survive. Do any of you had a similar phase? Do any of you have the solution to my problem?
What degree is more patrician, Classical Studies or English?
/lit/, what is the most literary sport and why is it baseball?
>You will never as comfy as me
Post your comfiest reading spots.
I died. The sycamores
along the dusty street were teased
by torrid Aeolus.
and fauns walked, and in every faun
god Pan I seemed to recognise:
Good. I must be in Paradise.
face and to the sparkling sun
showing a russet armpit, in a doorway
there stood a naked little girl.
She had a water-lily in her curls
and was as graceful as a woman. Tenderly
her nipples bloomed, and I recalled
the springtime of my life on earth,
when through the alders on the river brink
so very closely I could watch
the miller’s youngest daughter as she stepped
out of the water, and she was all golden,
with a wet fleece between her legs.
And now, still
wearing the same dress coat
that I had on when killed last night,
with a rake’s predatory twinkle,
toward my Lilith I advanced.
She turned upon me a green eye
over her shoulder, and my clothes
were set on fire and in a trice
dispersed like ashes.
In the room behind
one glimpsed a shaggy Greek divan,
on a small table wine, pomegranates,
and some lewd frescoes covering the wall.
With two cold fingers childishly
she took me by my emberhead:
“now come along with me,” she said.
Just with the slowest of pert glee,
like wings she gradually opened
her pretty knees in front of me.
And how enticing, and how merry,
her upturned face! And with a wild
lunge of my loins I penetrated
into an unforgotten child.
Snake within snake, vessel in vessel,
smooth-fitting part, I moved in her,
through the ascending itch forefeeling
unutterable pleasure stir.
But suddenly she lightly flinched,
retreated, drew her legs together,
and grasped a veil and twisted it
around herself up to the hips,
and full of strength, at half the distance
to rapture, I was left with nothing.
I hurtled forward. A strange wind
caused me to stagger. “Let me in!”
I shouted, noticing with horror
that I stood again outside in the dust
and that obscenely bleating youngsters
were staring at my pommeled lust.
“Let me come in!” And the goat-hoofed,
copper-curled crowd increased. “Oh, let me in,”
I pleaded, “otherwise I shall go mad!”
The door stayed silent, and for all to see
writhing in agony I spilled my seed
and knew abruptly that I was in Hell.
My what wondrous trips thine OP has wrought
Doth ye think that this man be the tripgod we sought?
Bought they were not
As I jot this post will I have got the dubs I have thought?
Have you ever done fanfiction?