"I woke up at 7,ate a big bowl of cereal,got dressed then went to work"
>>8071580
"I woke up at 7:00 am, ate a big bowl of cereal, got dressed, then went to work."
Now guess.
I woke up at a big bowl of cereal, ate a work, got 7 then went to dressed.
>>8071580
Woke up, ate cereal, got dressed, went to work."
"I woke at seven, ate a bowl of cereal, dressed, then went to work."
For sale. Cereal bowl. Never used.
>>8071580
K. woke up at 7,ate a big bowl of cereal,got dressed then went to work
Awake. Cereal. Work.
Seven a.m., waking up in the morning
Gotta be fresh, gotta go downstairs
Gotta have my bowl, gotta have cereal
Gotta catch my bus, gotta get to work
>>8071597
Rebecca Black?
>>8071597
fugg
"I woke up at 7,ate a big bowl of cereal,got dressed then went to work"
He woke at the seventh hour when the meridian was still cold and blue and dark and colder still and he ate his cereal like a dog and slurped like a hound and enjoyed the victuals and the repast and then he through on his muddy boots and his coat and his trousers and his bag and went off to work... Monsieur.
>>8071613
>he through on his muddy boots
>through
>>8071580
Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the cereal cupboard, bearing a bowl of store-brand bran flakes upon which a spoon and dildo lay crossed. He held the dildo aloft and intoned:
– fugg it's 7 am (ante meridiem) i gotta go get to work on nora
Cereal cums across the sky. It's been 7 am before, butt there's nuthin to compare it 2 now xD.
I am seated on the toilet, surrounded by Lucky Charms and Fruit Loops. My posture is consciously congruent to the shape of the toilet. There is a hard shit coming out of my ass, under which Uncle Charles holds a specimen cup to catch it. It is 7 am and I have committed to providing my stools to science as my tennis career has failed.
>>8071580
Lee woke in the morning hot Lafayette we are here. Cereal pouring like toddler percussion against porcelain bowl, bowels empty like dead virus, dressing later in the suit and coat against his profession, going out with the junkies and queens; working carbolic soap and rectal mucus cocks against prostates, Dr. Benway narcotizing with his Faust pony smile.
>>8071580
Been sleeping way too much gotta get up gotta get breakfast. What's going on, wheres it at. Make some calls to make it crack, lets see I need milk, cereal, and an anime with a waifu inside
Eye* aroost** at septUm***, EIGHT**** a breagh***** bolus****** of see-real*******, myg0t******** draised********* denn********** wended************ to twerk*************
* I awake, and the eye opens on waking
** Portmanteau of "arose" and "rooster," the latter's crow waking one up in the morning
*** Septem but septUM meaning in a wall!!
**** Eight comes AFTEr seven!!!!!!!!
***** Irish shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
****** Like bowl but also chewed food!!!!!!!!!!!!!
******* SEEING THE REAL is a reference to Vico's transcendental gnosticism, triggered by seeing Jesus in his muesli in 1754
******** myg0t was Joyce's griefing clan, and what Slavoj Zizek says when he "sees the real" by defeating ideology
********* Portmanteau of "dressed" and "raised" whic his a reference to getting dressed, awaking in the morning, being raised to get dressed, and Jesus' resurrection
********** denn is some German for no reason, also Joyce renovated his DEn
*********** Wended is a reference to the Wends, who are supposed to have invaded Ireland in 1054 according to a story a schoolboy once told Joyce in a grocer's
************ Joyce loved when Nora twerked and slammed farts out of her ass with every gyration
7(:00am) amiwoke (at)
in
into myself
(it is eaten) (((
) 'prior to dress, to dress
(too dressed)(
and the cereal
<<(i guess that is love)
bowl of cereal..
>>8071682
Thank you Juntaro
I (1) woke up at 7 (2) ,ate a big bowl of cereal (3) ,got dressed then went to work
1:In the Phoenician alphabet, the letter may have originated in a hieroglyph for an arm that represented a voiced pharyngeal fricative (/ʕ/) in Egyptian, but was reassigned to /j/ (as in English "yes") by Semites, because their word for "arm" began with that sound. This letter could also be used to represent /i/, the close front unrounded vowel, mainly in foreign words.
2:Seven, the fourth prime number, is not only a Mersenne prime (since 23 − 1 = 7) but also a double Mersenne prime since the exponent, 3, is itself a Mersenne prime. It is also a Newman–Shanks–Williams prime, a Woodall prime, a factorial prime, a lucky prime, a happy number (happy prime), a safe prime (the only Mersenne safe prime), and the fourth Heegner number.
3:Breakfast cereal (or just cereal) is a food made from processed grains that is often eaten as the first meal of the day. It is eaten hot or cold, usually mixed with milk, yogurt, or fruit. Some companies promote their products for the health benefits from eating oat-based and high-fiber cereals. In America, cereals are often fortified with vitamins. A significant proportion of cold cereals are made with high sugar content. Many breakfast cereals are produced via extrusion.
>>8071665
pretty good
should have fit the word insect flesh in their though
Woke up and forgot how to read the time, didn't eat any breakfast since I'm not hungry, got lost on my way to work.
Achtung fraulein mein gott ITS 7 O'CLOCK my gosh und i haven NOT even had mein big ol CEREAL bowl yet, oh no oh no oh no oh no, dress time dress time, NOT A DRESS a suit time for work, go gog go.
>>8071751
Lol that's DFW/Nicholson Baker level footnotes right there
And so it was that after the hora sexte had passed into the dimness of time, lost as even the earliest movements of the Increate at the start of our universe were lost, lauds rang out. The dry and grainy wheat culled by the autocthons from the south was readily available, but lacking in the heme which I would soon be spreading with impunity on the raised dias. I strapped the giant blade to my back and the mask which is that color deeper than black, to prepare to stand between those who have trangressed against society and the rays of the sun, a shadow upon them which would not lift until head and body were sundered. Who can say what power, real or imagined, could ever unite them again?
>>8071580
Sun, food, clothes..
Work.
>>8071751
>23 − 1 = 7
This is the mathematical learning of /lit/.
>>8072033
>/lit/ and stem
haaaaaaaaaaa
>muh poetics tho
>>8071662
Shitposting of this caliber makes me sad for the discrepancy between what your life could have been and what it is now.
>>8071582
Bukowski
"I arose around the rooster's crow, stretched my legs towards the dining hall, ate splendidly and crossed the halls to begin my schoolwork in a stupor."
>>8071582
hemmingway
salinger
>>8071662
I was listening to some jazz while reading this and it was beautiful.
>>8071751
This is a top tier post. I laughed like a madman.
>>8071580
"I woke up at 7,ate a big bowl of cereal,got dressed then went to work, and there's something terribly sad and banal about it."
I started my new night job as a medium for rich and mysterious women on Tuesday, and I wasn't yet used to waking up in the early evening to spend my night in a classy hotel all night. The woman who recruited me for this work randomly on the street, apparently because of how average I look, insisted I had no meat or fish to eat before I took on customers, so I had to make due with cereal. As I poured the contents of the box into a bowl I stared at the Armani suit she had picked up for me the day before and struggled to remember how to properly tie a tie. Finished with my late breakfast I turned on the radio by the kitchen counter so I could hear some news as I got dressed, but I forgot I never had changed it from the classical music station, and an overture by Prokofiev began as I went for my shoes. Then again it might have been Shostakovitch, I wasn't sure.
Properly attired, I left the house by the back door and walked through the back alley, a shortcut to the train-station, the day was ending and creeping up the orange sky a full-moon, and I whistled the cello solo from what I just heard. A black cat came up in front of me and stared me down. "Look at ya' all dressed up, where ya' goin'?" he said.
>>8072540
murakami
desu i've read better parodies of him...
'Twas Seven jolted and bolted but not without a Whole Grain saturated
yes, you should wake up at seven,
eat a bowl of tasty oats,
not forget to put on clothes,
not forget to use the bathroom,
go out of your lodging,
to the work you are to go
richly dressed in jeans and jacket...
>>8071613
"What are you doing there, Jake?"
"Nothing mom! Fuck off!"
Jake is pressing a copy of Ulysses by James Joyce against his computer monitor, wedging it with his keyboard, the book opened to the first page. Jake carefully types out the first sentence, then changes it to fit the meme.
"They'll find this hilarious!"
The alarm wakes me up at 7. I pop a Xanax and prepare a big bowl of All-Bran which I wolf down in front of a re-run of the Patty Winters Show. I spend thirty minutes picking out an outfit before finally settling for the same clothes I wore last night. As I head for work I notice a trail of confetti leading to the elevator.
>>8071706
Alright, this deserves a reply
Today I woke up at 7, ate a big bowl of cereal, got dressed then went to work. Or yesterday maybe, I don't know.
>>8071597
>this was 5 years ago
>>8071722
haha, is that some e.e. cummings?
>>8071706
Like
>>8071580
It was unclear whether the nightmare concluded exactly at seven, when the alarm clock translated its ringing into my dream, or it ended before, leaving me in the limbo of that one note, shifting and changing, contorting to fit the silhouttes of early morning tones, and in this aphomic purgatory I've spend the better part of the night. One way or another, the dream vanished as I woke up, lingering only as ephemeral feeling, fluid yet foreboding, a panic deja vu attack, a mute seer, knowing yet failing to tell the grave prophecy. Nude, I ate cereal; a thought crossed my mind, pour the shot of tequila into the bowl, the infamous La Sol Moribundo, but those foodstuff experiments serve only the purpose of being retold at parties as a self-myth, a myth of own's life, and could be fabricated with no effort and consequence; I ate, I drank, separate. The underwear and shirt smelt of man sweat and musty rooms, sleeping together without touching, the distance between bodies birthing the awful musk, the putridity of sexless orgy - but the washing mashine, hooked to city's power lines, was broken again, so I put it on and went outside. The way to work lay through the centre of the City, where they change asphalt every three month, as it cracks, leeching budget money - eternal workspaces, new man every week, orange clothes shifting them all into a timeless amalgam. Illegal garbage dumps loomed in the distance, crawling towards, approaching.
>>8072033
mersenne primes are 2^n -1
>>8071706
GOAT
I ate cereal today. Or maybe it was yesterday.
>>8071580
I awoke in the morn, the huge ball of fire seared me to the bone, i gathered some of the wicker basket near me, and absently crunched it to mush after leaping astride my winged horse and flew to war.
my cereal got rotten today
>>8071580
I woke up at the crack of dawn, ate some cereal(It was frosted flakes); It had milk in it, almost expired. My neighbor, just outside my window, was singing the Beetles hit classic "Here Comes The Sun" serenading me as he did every morning.
Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun,
and I say it's all right
Little Darling
It's been a long, cold lonely winter
Little Darling
It feels like years since it's been here
He just hasn't been the same since his wife died. I got dressed for work.
>>8073384
is it an awful rendition of pynch?`
>>8073391
Yes, thank you for noticing.
The sun in the window is helping me awaken. To keep it out of my eyes I stare into my cereal's milk, wishing there was more in the bowl. Soon I'll be at work wishing there was something more in me.
>>8071580
I (Kolsti Duc (meaning moral or Germany (depending on accent marks (or in their absence, context))) Nguyen (author (aka viral marketing meme hack) of Phuc Stevenson (a postman (as in both (yes, both) post-man (meaning Phuc both (both again!) transcends masculinity and acts as postmodernity's quintessence) and man of the postal services) from Mansfield (a suburb of Dallas)))) woke (as in reptiles) up (as in my dick) at (as in my city) 7 (well I actually woke up at 4:30 and then took a series of ten-minute naps between alarms until 7 (at which time I "got up" (what OP probably meant (because how likely is it that someone would actually wake up at 7 exactly (though I understand approximation was implied))))), ate (notice the numbers notice the numbers the motifs are drumming) a (but really "the," if you feel me) big (as in my dick) bowl (see two parentheticals ahead) of (here comes the payoff) cereal (Fruity Pebbles (100 for a quarter / so fire bring your water / old dude slingin mortar / man I save it like a hoarder (DUDE ____ LMAO))), got (GIT GIT GIT GIT) dressed (more like blessed (as in my dick (they come in 3s (notice the numbers notice the numbers)))) then (this parenthetical is wholly unnecessary, but tbfh no more so than the actual conjunction (is the simplicity of implicit weed dead?)) went (walked) to (notice the numbers) work (as a professional _______ go change the 7 to a [post time] (you feel me?)).
>>8071580
I woke as if by a sudden charge of sudden force, embullent, tranquiliant, ultimate; then I faced the cereal bowl, a daunting microcosm of all man's hopes and fears, and eating it as if it were though pure unadulterated abject truth I went to work, hard, mundane yet still that fountainhead of my livelihood unto the final respite of mortality as it approaches man in his mightiest of days, dark yet silently somber days, full of that lustrous desire to make once more the means by which one subsist, so that the very cycle that propounded today's meal of cereal might repeat again and again, till the day that it finally does not: there with the end might surcease the mundane, banish it, no more.
My best Faulkner impression.
>>8073395
I apologize for my rudeness, the prompt really is at fault here, it's pretty hard to fit an entire author's trademark syntax and grammar into
"I woke up at 7,ate a big bowl of cereal,got dressed then went to work"
>>8071580
I woke up at 7am, and the cereal bowls were all in the sink. I poured myself a scotch, and Jennifer came down the steps. "Do you still love me?" She says. I got dressed and went to work.
The swain awoke at dawn, Pheobus' rays predict
Large content of his fast to break: oaten,
Humble as the greatest man, bare chest hide
his robe, ride out to start his talent's labor.
>>8071582
Murakami
except he was have woken up and listened to Wagner or something idk
>>8073501
>Too bloody obvious, that's Kafka.
you can be as obvious as possible and nobody would guess anyway... even if it's classic
>>8071662
Is this a mix of Pynchon and DFW?
>>8072842
Proust?
>>8072018
Gene Wolfe?
>>8072028
I wish I knew what this was.
>>8072768
Came, you.
>>8071580
The clock told me it was 7:00 A.M. The clock lives outside of me, though, so it's impossible to be certain as to whether or not it exists. Same with the cereal I might have eaten later. After which, I went to "work", which is clearly an abstraction that only exists in an ill mind. All memes are nothing to me.
>>8072842
This is actually good.
I woke up at 7, wondered why breakfast foods are breakfast foods and why we dont eat curry for breakfast, got dressed and went to high school to my cancer ridden BF.
>>8073568
Ιωάννης Χλωρός, προφανώς.
In Vienna, in August if the year 1922, rare book dealer Giovanni Verde made me the offer of a particular rare text, by an anonymous author. This text, written in English but teeming with colloquialisms, relates the morning ritual one unnamed narrator, who awakens at seven o'clock; eats a bowl of cereal and subsequently goes to work.
The following is a verbatim transcript of that document.
>>8073579
Boar-haze.
CAN'T SLEEP CAN WAKE UP NO MORE NOT NOW / MUST GO DOWN YOU GO DOWN LET'S GO DOWN ON EACHOTHER / IT'S YOU AND ME BOWL I'LL EAT YOU LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER / WRANGLE CLOTHES LET ME SIT ON YOU SO I CAN PULL SHIT OVER MY FEET / BLACK TOES SHARPEN MY FEELINGS / OUT DOORS / IN CAR / WORK / DEATH LEAVE ME ALONE
>>8073579
Borges?
I am a sick man, a case of frayed nerves or so my doctor says. "A man of science and reason" you will say. Only a fool lives beyond the age of 40. How tiresome it is to live in a damp corner of the city, to wake up at 7 am, eat a big bowl of cereal, get dressed and go to work everyday at my loathsome age.
>>8072679
at first i had american psycho in mind but i don´t remember any confetti
>>8071706
>Wended is a reference to the Wends, who are supposed to have invaded Ireland in 1054 according to a story a schoolboy once told Joyce in a grocer's
>>8073565
Some miserable cunt
>>8071580
I get up when I want except on Wednesdays
When I get rudely awakened by the dustmen
I put my trousers on, have a cup of tea
And I think about leaving the house
>>8071580
"I awoke next to the hearth. Daylight had seeped through the window for some time now and I could feel the pangs of hunger from my spiritual companion in my stomach. We must get ready for the morning hunt in order to quench this hunger. I arose from the hearth."
>>8073554
It couldn't have been more obvious
>>8071706
>myg0t was Joyce's griefing clan, and what Slavoj Zizek says when he "sees the real" by defeating ideology
fucking kek
>>8073579
>Giovanni Verde
Well played, anon.
>>8073626
Dosto?
>>8073839
thx bby ;)
Detective Juan Hidalgo de la Fuente was a Brazilian anti-drug enforcement agent dedicated to his job and trying to improve Brazil. He cut his teeth fighting favela drugpins in their underground fight bars as an undercover brawler. During this time he developed his technique in gun-fu. Japanese influence on Brazil was notable, but guns had replaced katanas because Brazilian steel was from deep in Amazonian jungles and often mined by tranny huehue tribesmen, so it was impure for use in swords. Juan learned to dual wield sawed off Nagants in these favelas fight clubs. Eventually he went rogue and became King of the Slums. Being King means you get to fly the plane full of drugs. His brother, Pablo Francisco de la Fuenta, was trained in AR-style gun-fu. Video shows Juan Hidalgo being tracked down and his plane destroyed by Pablo, but it does not capture the Brazilian standoff that followed on that dusty road, where sawed off dual wielding Mosin Nagants and AR15 fought to determine the greatest assault weapon of all of Brazil. No real sense how long I've been awake, I set my cereal bowl down nestled in my underwear drawer, pulled on some sweatpants, and trudged back outside for another trip to the benzo factory. His legacy could not long evade me.
>>8073860
whoever this is meant to be they must be terrible
Je me suis levé à 7h00 avec une sale gueule de bois et l'anus qui gratte... Connerie de prurit ! Ça m'a fait pensé à Gilou qu'était mort d'un cancer au colon il y a un mois. Pauvre Gilou ! J'arrêtais pas de lui dire moi à ce rouquemoute qu'il fallait qu'il se calme sur le tutu. Seulement lui il pensait que je lui débinais ça pour l'énerver, ferme la Ferdinand qu'il me disait et ses doigts brunis frottaient le zinc pour ramasser les bouts de tabac qu'il avait fait tomber. Et puis il mort comme ça. Je lui avais dit moi...
J'ai versé le lait sur mes céréales mais j'avais plus faim. Ça vous coupe l'appétit comme ça de penser aux copains qui sont clamsés. Surtout que Gilou et moi on avait pas mal éclusé tous les deux. On était bleubite quand on avait pris notre première cuite ensemble. Ça fait des liens forcément. Alors voir ces petits bouts de chocolats flotter mollement dans du lait pas frais ça m'a fait penser aux tumeurs à Gilou. Alors j'ai décidé d'aller bosser sans manger, de toute façon je m'étais pas désapé hier soir. J'avais dormi dans ma blouse qu'était pleine de pus maintenant parce que je la lavais plus. J'ai foutu mes grolles et je suis parti sans réveiller Pauline qui était venue dormir ici parce que son père la secouait un peu quand il rentrait tard.
>>8073860
uhh... Clancy?
The clock rang at 7 o'clock,indeed I was awake.I had a jolly fine breakfast of cereal and then off I went to my workplace.
For some reason I woke up at seven in the morning. Nasty business. I quickly gathered my clothes from the floor and used this small moment of respite to scarf down a bowl of Lucky Charms. Time to get back out there.
YOU wake up at SEVEN AM in order to get the proper health and nutrition, meanwhile CHAD wakes up at MIDNIGHT and eats a BIG BOWL OF CEREAL. You do everything to get DRESSED for WORK, but CHAD does ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. It's all about ALPHA MALE GENETICS that get him his job, and no matter how good you DRESS, it'll never compete with his HEIGHT, FACE and FRAME.
>>8071580
Fuck me cunt, it's 7am, had to be on site at threw on me hi vis, wolfed down some weet bix and jumped in the hilux, hopefully Davo the pisshead is late too otherwise I'll have to shout smoko
>>8073840
you win
>>8073386
Finnigan's wake
Sunrise found me sitting on my ass, eating a large bowl of sickly sweet, brightly colored cereal. The more I ate, the hungrier I grew, and my hunger sent me plodding to the kitchen for more cereal. This cycle continued until the sun was high. I then resolved to remain in my breeches for the rest of the day, as I had long sworn off ever working again.
>>8071580
>I woke up at 7,ate a big bowl of cereal,got dressed then went to work"
I woke up early, at 7, and ate a big bowl of cereal before getting dressed for work.
>>8074222
Great, have a (you)
>>8071580
Breakfast
A T 7 A M starING
intothe
void
>>8071580
7 AM. Cereal. Work
I do this to pass the hours, only to pass the hours.
if u get this u a real nigga.
>>8071580
The kid woke up at seven, the morning redness reflected off his cereal as he ate, he picked up his coat off the floor and went out looking for work.
When I woke up it was dark outside. I saw a flood of people walking outside my window, young women walking their babies, men in suits on their way to the job. Their expressions grim, all of them head down with nothing resembling a smile. The kids shouted from across the apartment. Linda was still asleep. It irritated me that she could sleep for so long now. Once I pointed this out to her and was met with an hostile attack. She had a big rant, questioning me for telling her how to live her life.
I got dressed and went to the bathroom. Poured some water over my face and looked in the mirror. I was met with still something of a hostile expression. My eyes looking tired and worn-out. I grabbed my toothbrush, took the tube which was almost empty, squeezed out the last of it and put it on the brush which I moved to my mouth. A taste of mink. Then I went to the kitchen where the kids where already seated. I grabbed three plates and put them on the table. I sat down and took some cereal.
Eat, I said.
Monica refused. She shook her head and when she saw my expression she laughed.
Eat, I said again.
Then, in a flash, she put her hand on the plate, grabbed a cereal and threw it at me. I was furious. I stood up and screamed at her.
What are you doing? Are you insane? I shouted.
She started crying and ran out of the room.
Then I heard Linda shouting and footsteps from the living room.
What is going on? she shouted.
Goddammit I thought. That it should be so fucking hard to live a normal existence. Couldn't I, just for one tiny moment, get some peace? Some quiet? I grabbed my coat, put on my headphones, played Talking Head's "Remain in Light" and walked out of there.
>>8074215
What about the other?
Dawn hit me like a ton of bircks. When the clock struck seven I dragged my weary legs out of bed and made my way to the kitchen. A quick glance at the pantry told me it would be cold cereal again today. I prepared a large bowl of the stuff and ate it willingly, making sure to drink every last drop of milk at the bottom of the bowl. Without a moment to lose I put on my uniform and started on my way to the factory, neglecting to brush my teeth.
>>8073929
Dr. Destouches? Pas mal, tu l'as!
>>8074317
For a while (first paragraph) I thought this was Bukowski. What is it though?
>>8075121
Now this gotta be Bukowski. Who else writes shit like that?
>>8075252
I was going for Steinbeck
>>8075278
It's Bolano, although more thematically than stylistically.
>>8072842
Nabokov?
>>8074207
The fact that he actually guessed actually suggests he loses
>>8075232
Exactement.
Merci.
When I woke up at 7 the following morning, all I could think about was rye gross injustice I had suffered at the hands of those mean boys. Its just wasn't fair. Those boys were getting blowjobs from beautiful blond coeds while I was eating a bowl of cereal in misery. I went to my new job with reluctance that morning. Work should be beneath someone as magnificent as myself. It just isn't fair!
>>8075246
Knausgård!
Although I read it in Swedish so I don't know how the style is in english. Perhaps it's different
>>8074317
Hemingway is my guess
>>8075306
I've always stuck with more traditional poetry and I have trouble finding the point of such use of punctuation. Any hint on how to interpret it?
Year 2050, cultural marxism is the hippest new doctrine in town
"Jesus fuck, why is it morning already". John is a tarry person. Every morning for as long as he can remember, if he could, he is surprised that the world has not ended. He fancies himself the main star of The Matrix.
John is a normal person, as normal as robots can be. "Where did I put my thongs; I need to be sexy for Todd today." Todd is a trans-sexual name. John is loco for sissy boys. "I think I'll go with my steampunk outfit today, and for my hat.. cat ears - or do I feel like a bunny today?" John is a massive faggot.
"..now where did I put that milk.. oh right, I did that enema with Nancy the other day". Nancy is Johns pet pony. Nancy loathes enemas. "Oh well, I'll just eat my bag of dicks raw. Wew, lad - look at the time! Better get going." John went to work. He works for the government.
>>8075373
well not all of his poetry is written in that manner. his syntax is usually fucked-with in order to "ambiguate" the meaning. Nothing he writes is REALLY that punctuation heavy, I made it more hyperbolic it for the thread's sake.
here's one of his most extreme examples, see for yourself:
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YM&WC
(of sort of)
A soursweet bedtime
-less un-
(wonderful)
story atrickling a
-rithmetic o-
ver me you & all those & that
"I may say professor"
asleep
wop "shapley
has compared the universe
to a
uh" pause
"Cookie
but" nonvisibly smi-
ling through man
-ufactured harmlessly accurate
gloom "I
think he might now be inclined to describe
it rather as
a" pause "uh"
cough
"Biscuit"
(& so on & so unto canned
swoonsong
came "I wish you good" the mechanical
dawn
"morning")& that those you
i St
ep
into the not
merely immeasurable into
the mightily alive the
dear beautiful eternal night
>>8075418
Well that looks quite interesting, but I can't say that I understood half of what was going on. Even the first line baffles me. It makes me assumes that a bit of the text is missing or it reminds me of what you would hear while sticking and unsticking rapidly your fingers in your ears, but then I don't understand the need for the parenthesis which wouldn't be audible.
Where would one start with E.E Cummings or with more experimental poets?
Has he ever wrote about his poetry?
Hark!
Tis now a very hung'red boy am I
Awake at once with naught but morning light
Now shall I break my fast
And eat such staple foodstuffs as have nourished champ'ions auld
Soft, now to my wardrobe.
Forsake not mine faithful garb
Let never the hook of slothdom entrap this fair count'nance
Let me be sharp - not uncomfortable
I shall wear jeans to work, but darkish ones
My waist and gut strain in dismay;
But I top the carriage with leaking emotion,
As Causal Friday shall yield my promotion.
>>8075486
> It makes me assumes that a bit of the text is missing
I get that a lot with his poetry. He messes with sounds to make an ambiguous meaning all the time.
I haven't read any books about his poetry, nor even much of his poetry collections. I only have a collection "100 Selected Poems" which is really great. Read "anyone lived in a pretty how town", it's by far his most popular poem, and for good reason. Here's him reading it:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DTuClB9Xh6w
Other good entrances into 20th century experimental poetry are William Carlos Williams and Gertrude Stein (who loved to be even more ridiculous than cummings).
>>8071593
Nice
>>8075350
eliot rodgers
>>8071597
Rebecca Black all up in here
>>8075614
thanks anon
>>8071583
joyce a la finnys wakie time
>>8071682
mr hitchens itt
The woods blew strong with winds across the plains as some biblical scene and some western words enhanced with a thesaurus described them under a sky the shined with falling angels to illuminate the earth of something out of revelations or some obscure western generals journal that I am basically plagiarizing. What's a comma?
![lisp[1].jpg](https://i.imgur.com/LIQSxj8.jpg "lisp[1].jpg")
>>8075373
that 'poem' rather looks like a program written in lisp
>>8075534
shakespear?
>>8073494
and also the cereal was spaghetti and he went to a wagecuck Tokyo job and stared at his missing wife's dresses hanging in the closet for 30 minutes before getting dressed and also cats
>>8073555
Yes
each bowl of cereal fouler
>>8071580
>Come this way, yes right this way into my humble abode. Inside this kitchen of wonders there is a man, indeed a man of thirty-seven years, eating a stupendously large bowl of shredded wheaties. He struggled contemptuously with the bleakness of the reconstituted pencil shavings, then went to his room. We follow this man into his room, and what does he do? He puts on his pants, before our very eyes! He pulls the blue acid-washed jeans snug against his mottled member and then marches out the door, into the great beyond. But what a depressing land it is...
>>8076701
*struggles
*goes into his room
fug
and lo we brothers viddied us a fine vase of crunchie wunchie and donned SWAT diapers
>>8071706
five star post
Is there anything more satisfying to a man than to wake up in the odd hours of the morning, to have his breakfast of oats and cream and to be on his way, after rumination on his tasks of the day, and his purpose, with a clear head following the embrace of solitude? Is a man not unready to start his day without this brief moment? He needs this time to do his most precise and concentrated work, which he advances to when ready.
>>8071593
well meme'd, my friend
>>8076517
Dryden and/or D'Avenant
>>8071706
>Joyce loved when Nora twerked and slammed farts out of her ass with every gyration
>>8077086
good taste tee bee 8ch
>>8071580
I awoke at 7. Ate a bowl of consumer food, got dressed to work mechanically at job I hated. To buy shit I didn't need. I know thus because Tyler knows this.
>>8077182
weak
>>8071593
nice meme
>>8071580
7 AM WAKING UP IN THE MORNING
GOTTA BE FRESH GOTTA GO DOWNSTAIRS
GOTTA HAVE MY BOWL GOTTA HAVE CEREAL
>>8071722
/g/od do you people even code?
>>8071580
I was awaken by my orderly at 7am who had prepared for me a nice little dish of cereal. I ate it with water and afterwards had a cigar. Lieutenant Helmut joined me for a moment and we discussed last nights events, and agreed that we would instead try an alternative route to the English lines. I wish we discussed further afterwards but he would die from a shot through the eye before evening. I grabbed my pistol and walked out of my dugout to send a report to battalion headquarters.
>>8075292
Thanks. I need to read more Bolaño then.
>>8077066
hm, how would one say shakespear from dryden
>>8077472
Jünger
>>8076471
Terrible parody. I spit at it and ride on, biblically.
>>8071580
I got five authors in this thread without having read anything by them. Thanks, /lit/! The more time I spend here, the less I need to read actual books!
>>8071706
Magnificent, well done.
I woke up at 7, ate a big bowl of cereal, got dressed and then went to school. On my way there I reflected upon my breakfast. How did cereal get stuck with breakfast exclusivity? You can put soup or stew in a bowl without anyone freaking out, but once you put some un-boiled grains in there, boom, its a breakfast.
I did always eat cereals for breakfast though, I picked my favorites based on flavor and not color though, just like I pick my friends. Not because they're pretty, because that would be like picking cereal based on color. I've gone through a lot of cereal types in my life, and even though I've had 48 dicks in my bowl I still enjoy the whole wheat crunch of the Cheerios these days.
The necessaries of life for man in this climate may, accurately enough, be distributed under the several heads of Food, Shelter, Clothing and Fuel.
>>8071706
>e. e. cummings
brilliant
>>8071580
I woke up at 7. Ok kid. Dad? Yeah. Did you eat cereal? Yeah. The fawning haze of morning succumbed to the burnt of the sun god their steps slowed to a stop and the smell of week long cadavers ruffled them with a scent of unknown.
>did I do good lit?
It was a bright cold morning and the clocks were striking nineteen.
Then I ate some cereal and went to work :)
(you might not know this one)
The anonomongoose woke up feeling like heaven at eleven minutes after seven. Filled a big bowl with cereal and poured in milk. it ate with a crunch a crunch crunch, and with a lick a lick lick. After filling its belly it was feeling a bit heavy. it put on a coat and tie, went to its car to drive to its workplace and try to earn some money, so it can buy tomorrow's cereal and milk.
>>8078006
michael rosen
>>8071751
made me laugh desu
>>8071580
At daybreak Zeus Cronides brought a storm upon the camp, waking Eribotes the Lesser. He set off to the ships, where he would find comfort in a meal of bread and wine. As he left his tent, he was confronted by Trimodes, one of Agamemnon's men. The Achaean thrust his spear into Eribotes the Lesser, piercing upwards through his throat and out through the back of his skull. The Trojan fell to the ground. Darkness veiled his eyes.
>>8076511
sure does, that's what I thought as well.
too bad I never did learn lisp and read SICP properly.
>>8072679
Chuck?
>>8075486
>E. E. Cummings
>not e e cummings
Apply yourself please before you post again on this board
>>8071580
>7am woke up
>ate big bowl of cereal
>got dressed
>went to work
now guess
>>8078541
Anonymous?
I woke up earlier than usual, at seven in the morning. My breakfast was a bowl of cereal, milk, eaten with a spoon, I read the writing on the box like everyone always does. Was I doomed to read words on the side of cereal boxes forever? Perhaps I was part of the generation that did this. Read the bland copy on the cereal box ritualistically every morning, went to bed with the implanted motifs of a corporate entity in my head.
"Are you getting dressed?" Martinissia asked.
"What's the point of getting dressed anymore. All my clothes are made of synthetic fibres sewn together strand by strand. Clothes made of cotton, wool. Real materials harvested from real things. These don't exist any more. They're nothing but a fantasy of the past."
"I just like to buy clothes, I think. Buying something tangible. Turning the symbol of money into something real."
I took the car to work.
As Kellog did it, the corn flake
Blander than the juice, trust at the youth
And consumed easily inside, as though to protect
What it advertices. A few veins, old bones
Fur, pleated muscles, a inginial ring ring together
In a movement supporting the colon, which contracts
Tense and relaxed like the mouth
Excepto that it is in repose. It is what is
Sequestered. The radio transcript said "We are in a recording studio
with the pop group The Tremeloes.
The engineer says: "Two, three…"
The band practice the chorus of Silence Is Golden.
Suddenly, an almighty CRUNCH interrupts the song. Someone is
eating in the studio – the engineer.
The Tremeloes carry on.
SFX: CRUNCH!!!"
>>8072679
Noice, but needs more namedropping.
>>8075404
Moldbug
>>8073984
r9gay/10, well done. Could use some more USELESS CUNT-HOLES and CUUUCCCKKK spamming.
>>8077945
1984
7. Always 7. 6.59 is too early, 7.01- too late; I feel like filth in both cases.
I've had hunger issues since I tried commiting suicide - since then, I always eat a ig breakfast, dinner and supper, not to talk about munchies. Today, it's a big bowl of good old cereals.
Work is where the fun begins. Otherwise, why would I go there in a suit? Funny, aren't I? Ok, ready to go - same shit, different day.
My big bowl of cereal died this morning. Or maybe yesterday morning, I can't be sure. The telegraph from the home says: GET DRESSED GO TO WORK.
>>8079549
are you even trying.
>>8077728
Bingo
>>8072842
Fernando Pessoa!
Nice meme anon
Woke up at seven. Ate a big bowl of cereal. Spat. Got dressed. Then went to work.
>>8071597
Black? One of the greatest artists of our time.
He sat and ate his cereal slowly, in no rush to get to work, he suddenly realized he objectively judged his train of thought as though it were someone else's. He saw sadness in the fact that this realization would change nothing as he went through his day, as he had done many times before. He sighed quietly, stood and left.
>>8071706
>>8083152
He already said it was Bolaño.
>>8072182
Oscar Wilde?
>>8073300
McElroy, even though I haven't read him.
>>8083180
Oh I didn't notice.
He specifically mentioned dreams twice which Pessoa does all the time
Also a complaint about money, referencing some Spanish city, describing a city with details.
Besides the nude part and the alcoholism it's very Pessoa
One morning, when I woke from troubled dream, I found myself transformed into a man. I was laying on my back, and if I lifted my head, I would be able to see my white belly. It wasn't a dream. How about I sleep a little bit longer and forget all that nonsense. However, it wasn't an option. I had to eat my cereal, put on my clothes and go to work. What a strenuous career it is that I've chosen!
Today I am a woeful commentator! I arised at seven as I had since the early sun in my home kingdom accustomed me to, ate a voluminous heap of cereal, I noticed the reflection of our friends' cards in the azure bowl on the mahogany table where I sat, trying to spot Sybil through the windows however the trees' leaves blocked my sight. After I finished and clothed myself from my wardrobe, I departed for the day.
>>8076712
>fine vase of crunchie wunchie
The nightly respite from his body's craving of the Substance1 concluded at 7 in the morning, when Anon woke with a guttural moan. He poured first the Nestle 1% Partly Skimmed Milk, then topped the bowl off with a hearty smattering of Kellogg's Corn flakes. The bowl was, decidedly, above the average size of Anon's usual breakfast2. After eating the hearty bowl of cereal, he proceeded to get dressed in the same outfit as the day before. Taking a minute to fight away the routine morning withdrawal nausea, Anon gathered the courage to leave his abode to go to his menial job3.
1 Anon has had a habitual Xanax addiction for the past 3 years, and his prescription had just run out the previous night in a benzodiazepine-fueled 'script binge.
2 Anon only ate breakfast 3 days out of the week.
3 Cleaning toilets at a local night club for $8 an hour.
"I rolled out of bed about noon, ate a big bowl of cigarette butts, got smashed, then wrote a poem about it"
>>8071662
>Stealing the entire meme trilogy less than 10 posts into the thread.
For shame, anon
>>8073573
Lol so many days after, I come back to tell you that you are correct
>>8071580
I woke up at seven.
>You woke up?
I did.
>You did. At seven?
Yes. Then I ate some cereal, got dressed and went to work.
>Sorry, you ate what?
Cereal. A big bowl of.
>You eat a lot of cereal.
I like cereal.
>I know
>>8073626
Kundera?
>>8083196
>>8078994
DeLill
One morning, at 7am, I found to have been transformed overnight into a big bowl of cereal. I got dressed and went to work.
I roused near the seventh hour of the day, arriving just after dawn had warmed the earth. An obvious turmoil made itself known in my abdomen, surely the product of a lengthy stimulant binge; my body demanded intake. Soreness rode deep in my muscles, a symptom of my aforementioned affliction, as I clamored towards the center of the home. The air still and stiff as if it had been considered an antique integral to the structure itself, I struggled to suck it into myself, only exacerbating the weakened condition that held my mind and self hostage to its terms. After an arduous and tiresome search, I'd located an amount of oat and grain cereal alongside a pitcher of fresh cream (a beastial bellowing that rang itself through the walls and my skull tipped me to its freshness). The mixture turned itself around my mouth, and I could feel the tightness in my jaw; I had been in a fight the night prior, and an errant finger sent to probe confirmed the fact with a sharp pain. The bowl emptied into my mouth with a series of desperate and unashamed slurps. My time there over, I climbed out of the same window I had climbed into. The sun glinted off my badge as my lead-filled limbs twisted and shoved my weight through the portal. Arranging my coat and hat to appear less disheveled, I wandered my way into town, already searching for the next bounty.
>>8076777
This reminds me of Kafka's vignettes but the rhetorical questions suggest Melville?
Hard to say, but this is a good one.
