What are some general thoughts on greentext prose?
Obviously 4chan has developed a particular style of writing (pic related).
It's practical for an image board. There's nothing else to it.
Fragmentary phrases in a storyteller format. Nothing new.
Is an extensive vocabulary really all that important for a work to be considered good? I feel as if the only thing that matters is that the author clearly illustrates to the reader what he intends to express. If drawing dicks all over the page is the best way to do that, is it really bad? I see alot of readers get anal about this. Yeah, its nice when its there but is it NECESSARY. What do you think?
>>7613420
My idea is that choosing one word over another is style, anon.
Do you think literature, or Art in general, was made to illustrate something? (genuine question)
Hemingway.
>>7613420
It's not the most important, no. But the English language ought to be used, and if you can recall a word that saves you a couple of words, use it. Just don't be grandiloquent. :)
What good books take place in a snowy setting? I want to get them finished before its spring again
snow country
top comfy
>>7613233
I can only repeat this OP. It's probably exactly what you're looking for.
farthest north by fridtjof nansen
it's the captain's memoir of this
>https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nansen%27s_Fram_expedition
Have any of you read the Verity translation of the Iliad? If so, what did you think of it?
I've only read Fagles before, but a few people have recommended it to me over the last couple of weeks
It's very concrete and clear but not poetic. Though maybe it has a kind of deadpan poetry.
>>7613080
literally prose shaped like verse.
literally.
just read Lattimore OP.
Or Peter Green's new version.
Is there any sort of computer program that's good at creating randomized prose based on text you input? I've been looking for a less time consuming way of using the cut-up technique.
oh wait did it turn out that of those christ hating fedora atheists turned out to be an undercover kike?
my diary tbhdesuwa
>>7612315
I'll read it anon
it's okay
What's going to happen to sci-fi if the liberal media embraces the expunging of books where potential political analyses can be elucidated
academic liberals scour literary works
genre fiction is not in the realm of "liberal" panderers
>>7612201
That is a big question for that you would have to ask anyone who could become a potential author or lover of literature. besides liberals don't allow the destruction of art....
>>7612257
Yeah, only the conformity of it.
Hey /lit/,
I can't fucking write a story. Like, I can not literally write a fucking story. Whenever I try, I find that the story is basically worthless. I just started trying to write them. Unfortunately, they suck.
My goal is to eventually write a 60 page screenplay.
Do you have any good books to read or any websites or things that you have personally used that have helped you become a better writer?
I am currently watching the videos at this link: http://filmmakeriq.com/2011/03/free-complete-screenwriting-course-from-university-college-falmouth/
however, I am having trouble with seeing how these exercises will help me tell a story. The first exercise is weird, then the person decides to show me this thing about David Lynch and how he gets ideas, but I swear that the guy is mentally unstable and the only reason that he gets ideas is because he is so fucked up in the head, which I am not. I do not think that I am as fucked as he is.
So yeah... can you help out?
>>7612121
She looks better when she's dirty to be honest.
Read more, work on capturing what you're trying to say, work on your voice, and write constantly.
Just fucking practice. Practice for literally 10 years, then you might get good.
You have enough taste to recognize that you're currently shit, this is the only reason you may, potentially, get good.
Is it possible to read when on acid? Have you done it? If so how was it?
>>7611518
I have not done acid, but I would imagine it's nigh impossible.
While I did not try reading, when I took an eighth of shrooms I looked for a documentary and watched about an hour and a half of a movie before I realized it was a completely different movie from the one I originally wanted and it took me that long to figure it out.
The only thing they had in common was the title, and I'd seen the documentary before.
So my guess, is even if you could focus on reading, which I doubt, you probably wouldn't remember it after you came down very well.
But, it could very well be moving or beautiful, I have no idea.
My suggestion is try and read something you've read previously. Just my 2 cents
Once. It was fantastic, but I think it depends on what you're reading.
First I was looking at an illustrated book on different types of horses. There was a brief description of each horse with a picture on the opposite page. I was mostly looking at the pictures and it was nice.
Then I read the entirety of Vonnegut's Timequake in one go. That was amazing, but I think because the book lent itself well to an acid trip. The premise was that the world had suddenly gone back some number of years in time and everything was happening a second time. Everyone was aware that it was the second go-round but couldn't change anything. Everyone was just kind of in a trance until the moment arrived where time had been set back, at which point almost everyone failed to come out of their trance-like state where they were sort of letting everything just happen to them, with disastrous results. It wasn't difficult to follow (like everything Vonnegut) and was pretty "trippy" itself, so that's why I think it was such an enjoyable experience.
>>7611524
ignore this lightweight
ive read on shrooms
I've been reading a lot of Calvino. Like, a lot. A book a day almost. I can't stop. I'm reading and re-reading. I've never done this with an author before.
Any advice? Any other authors I may like in this sort of way? It's hard to explain. Something about the way he crafts stories is overwhelmingly appealing to me. His stories aren't overly complicated, they aren't hard to read, but in some way they all seem to inspire feelings deep inside of me that I just haven't gotten from most literature.
I mostly read old books. Calvino is probably the only post-ww2 author I really love, so I'm probably open to a lot of options.
If you feel that way about Calvino I have nothing to suggest.
Borges and the oulipo movement have obvious similarities to his work. I'd also recommend some Dino Buzzati and maybe some folktales. ETA Hoffman also wrote a buncha fairy tales but also some meta fiction so you might enjoy that
>>7610729
Thank you. I hadn't heard of Buzzati, and I have Labyrinths sitting on my shelf but haven't yet read.
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re-submitted thank fucking god
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are all the stories about being warm
>>7607298
That was Ideology's idea. No one knows.
Shouldn't all poetic translations be literal? If the music of the poetry can't be maintained anyways, then why not at least maintain the words? Why am I reading the music of the translator?
>>7613518
There are many poetic works that can't or shouldn't be translated.
What a translator of poetry should do is "remake" the poem in the language he wants it to be translated.
Practically, creating another poem.
Translations can be many things. They can be interpretations which are different on purpose.
They can be literal, which can work, but it can't in all languages. They can be semi-literal, in that they aim for accuracy, but have a slight licence to change things to make them suit the language.
>>7613532
drop trip faggot
Apologies in advance, I wouldn't usually ask this here but I can't find anything helpful.
I recently bought the editions of Anna Karenina shown in the pic - it is translated by Rochelle S. Townsend. Just wondering whether this is a decent translation and if it's not then what's better?
Also what translation to read general
The books are nice.
But I would try one of the new translations, Rosamund Bartlett, or Marian Schwartz. There is also a revised Maude's I think. I read the P&V version. It was still an incredible book so I don't think you can go too wrong.
So I'm writing this novel and could use some insight into women hygienical habits, do they still use bidets? You know, to wash down there? How often do they need to do that?
I need my novel to be as realistic as possible please help.
I don't know where else to ask, I don't talk to women much, was even raised motherless.
>>7613178
Go to /soc/ they will tell you all the disgusting things girls do.
The guys here don't know and the girls are civilized enough not to talk about it.
>>7613178
pretty sure they slap some bleach on a toothbrush and scrub the crust out of their vagine with it
I get my toyboy to eat me out.
Post your favorite passages from any books. Passages that touched you like no other books have.
Book of Disquiet, Section 39
>All of a sudden, as if a surgical hand of destiny had operated on a long-standing blindness with immediate and sensational results, I lift my gaze from my anonymous life to the clear recognition of how I live. And I see that everything I've done though or been is a species of delusion or madness. I'm amazed by what I managed not to see. I marvel at all that I was and that I now see I'm not.
>I look at my past life as at a field lit up by the sun when it breaks through the clouds, and I note with metaphysical astonishment how my most deliberate acts, my clearest ideas and my most logical intentions were after all no more than congenital drunkness, inherent madness and huge ignorance. I didn't even act anything out. I was the role that got acted. At most, I was the actor's motions.
>All that I've done, thought or been is a series of submissions, either to a false selft that I assumed belonged to me because I expressed myself through it to the outside, or to a weight of circumstances that I supposed was the air I breathed. In this moment of seeing, I suddenly find myself isolated, an exile where I'd always thought I was a citizen. At the heart of my thoughts I wasn't I.
>I'm dazed by a sarcastic terror of life, a despondency that exceed the limits of my conscious being. I realize that I was all error and deviation, that I never lived, that I existed only in so far as I filled time with consciousness and thought. I feel, in this moment, like a man who wakes up after a slumber full of real dreams, or like a man freed by an earthquake from the dim light of the prison he'd frown used to.
>This sudden awareness of my true being, of this being that has always sleepily wandered between what it feels and what it sees, weights on me like an untold sentence to serve.
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>>7611587
>It's so hard to describe this feeling of really and truly existing and of one's soul being a real entity that I don't know what human words could define it. I don't know if I have a fever, as I feel I do, or if I've stopped havingthe fever of sleeping through life. Yes, I repeat, I'm like a traveller who suddenly finds himself in a strange town, without knowing how he got there, which makes me think of those who lose their memory and for a long time are not themselves but someone else. I was someone else for a long time - since birth and consciousness - and suddenly I've woken up in the middle of a bridge, leaning over the river and knowing that I exist more solidly than the person I was up till now. But the city is unknown to me, the streets are new, and the trouble has no cure. And so, leaning over the bridge, I wait for the truth to go away and let me return to being fictitious and non-existent, intelligent and natural.
>It was just a brief moment, and it's already over. Once more I see the furniture all around me, the pattern on the old wallpaper, and the sun through the dusty panes. I saw the truth for a moment. For a moment I was consciously what great men are their entire lives. Their entire lives? I recall their words and deeds and wonder if they were also successfully tempted by the Demon of Reality. To know nothing about yourself is to live. To know yourself badly is to think. To know yourself in a flash, as I did in this moment, is to have a fleeting notion of the intimate monad, the soul's magic word. But that sudden light scorches everything, consumes everything. It strips us naked of even ourselves.
>It was just a moment, and I saw myself. I can longer even say what I was. And now I'm sleepy, because I think - I don't know why - that the meaning of it all is to sleep.
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Athene deceived Hector with her words and her disguise, and led him on till he and Achilles met. Hector of the gleaming helm spoke first: ‘I will not run from you, as before, son of Peleus. My heart failed me as I waited for your attack, and three times round Priam’s city we ran, but now my heart tells me to stand and face you, to kill or be killed. Come let us swear an oath before the gods, for they are the best witnesses of such things. If Zeus lets me kill you and survive, then when I’ve stripped you of your glorious armour I’ll not mistreat your corpse, I’ll return your body to your people, if you will do the same for me.’
Swift-footed Achilles glared at him in reply: ‘Curse you, Hector, and don’t talk of oaths to me. Lions and men make no compacts, nor are wolves and lambs in sympathy: they are opposed, to the end. You and I are beyond friendship: nor will there be peace between us till one or the other dies and sates Ares, lord of the ox-hide shield, with his blood. Summon up your reserves of courage, be a spearman now and a warrior brave. There is no escape from me, and soon Athene will bring you down with my spear. Now pay the price for all my grief, for all my friends you’ve slaughtered with your blade.’
So saying he raised his long-shadowed spear and hurled it. But glorious Hector kept an eye on it and, crouching, dodged so the shaft flew above him, and the point buried itself in the ground behind. Yet Pallas Athene snatched it up and returned it to Achilles, too swiftly for Prince Hector to see. And Hector spoke to Peleus’ peerless son: ‘It seems you missed, godlike Achilles, despite your certainty that Zeus has doomed me. It was mere glibness of speech, mere verbal cunning, trying to unnerve me with fright, to make me lose strength and courage. You’ll get no chance to pierce my back as I flee, so, if the gods allow you, drive it through my chest as I attack, dodge my bronze spear if you can. I pray it lodges deep in your flesh! If you were dead, our greatest bane, war would be easy for us Trojans.’
So saying, he raised and hurled his long-shadowed spear, striking Achilles’ shield square on, though the spear simply rebounded. Hector was angered by his vain attempt with the swift shaft, and stood there in dismay, lacking a second missile. He called aloud to Deiphobus of the White Shield, calling for his long spear, but he was nowhere to be found, and Hector realised the deceit: ‘Ah, so the gods have lured me to my death. I thought Deiphobus was by my side, but he is still in the city, Athene fooled me. An evil fate’s upon me, Death is no longer far away, and him there is no escaping. Zeus, and his son, the Far-Striker, decided all this long ago, they who were once eager to defend me, and destiny now overtakes me. But let me not die without a fight, without true glory, without some deed that men unborn may hear.’
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>>7611609
>With this, he drew the sharp blade at his side, a powerful long-sword, and gathering his limbs together swooped like a high-soaring eagle that falls to earth from the dark clouds to seize a sick lamb or a cowering hare. So Hector swooped, brandishing his keen blade. Achilles ran to meet him heart filled with savage power, covering his chest with his great, skilfully worked shield, while above his gleaming helm with its four ridges waved the golden plumes Hephaestus placed thickly at its crest. Bright as the Evening Star that floats among the midnight constellations, set there the loveliest jewel in the sky, gleamed the tip of Achilles sharp spear brandished in his right hand, as he sought to work evil on noble Hector, searching for the likeliest place to land a blow on his fair flesh.
Now, the fine bronze armour he stripped from mighty Patroclus when he killed him covered all Hector’s flesh except for one opening at the throat, where the collarbones knit neck and shoulders, and violent death may come most swiftly. There, as Hector charged at him, noble Achilles aimed his ash spear, and drove its heavy bronze blade clean through the tender neck, though without cutting the windpipe or robbing Hector of the power of speech. Hector fell in the dust and Achilles shouted out in triumph: ‘While you were despoiling Patroclus, no doubt, in your folly, you thought yourself quite safe, Hector, and forgot all about me in my absence. Far from him, by the hollow ships, was a mightier man, who should have been his helper but stayed behind, and that was I, who now have brought you low. The dogs and carrion birds will tear apart your flesh, but him the Achaeans will bury.’
Then Hector of the gleaming helm replied, in a feeble voice: ‘At your feet I beg, by your parents, by your own life, don’t let the dogs devour my flesh by the hollow ships. Accept the ransom my royal father and mother will offer, stores of gold and bronze, and let them carry my body home, so the Trojans and their wives may grant me in death my portion of fire.’
It goes something like, "If philosophy were in agreement with common sense, then we wouldn't have need of philosophy." I want to say it can be attributed to Deleuze, but with or without Guattari I cannot say. I may be way off the mark, however. I think it was in response to some criticism or the other. Thanks in advance to any philosophically versed anons willing to lend a brain.
>>7610973
bumping
>>7612499
>american
>literature
pick one
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