Why is Zizek so weird?
celebrities usually have complexes like that, idk
>>7452273
he is ugly
that's why he embraces vulgarity
>>7452291
>ugly
yes, discredit yourself immediately
>/lit/ is struggling to get their novel out there
>even if it's in paperback
>gets shutdown
>/lit/ shits on guy and calls him an autist because he sells
>he gets his first book he published to be republished in Leatherbound
>anons gather round with glasses to gather the tears of the frustrated
When you getting that book published anons?
I tried reading him but couldn't get into it. His type of fantasy just isn't my thing.
>>7450991
Haha, epic my friend!
>>7450991
>wasting leather that could used for proper literate
Fucking hacks,decreasing the value of books.
How many books have you people read in your life?
>>7450942
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>you people
What's THAT supposed to mean?
500 or so
im a pleb
Last one hit its bump limit. Post your writing, receive a critique.
Have fun!
I open my eyes. I'm in my living room. But this doesn't feel like my couch. Too soft. Too much room. It's a bed. A bed with black sheets. The lights are on. Everything else in the room is the same as it was when I last saw it. Except the man standing in the middle of the room. He is wearing yellow. A yellow jacket. A yellow hat. Yellow pants. Yellow shoes. He smiles.
"Have you accepted IT?"
"The job offer? How do you know about this? And no, I told her I needed time to think it over."
He looks confused. "Is it not a better job than your current one?"
"It is. But it's still a job. I'd still have bosses. People to answer to, a set schedule, customers. I don't like the job I have now, but I might just not like jobs. Who are you?"
He ignores my question and starts to take off the fingers of his left hand. It's not as gruesome as I would have thought. They come off with a slight tug. Tiny drops of blood drip from the wounds, as he tosses his fingers on the floor.
I jump from the bed, and scramble to the fingers on the floor, black sheet in hand. I gently pick up the fingers and start wrapping them in the sheet. I look up and ask, "Should I? Should I accept it? The job?".
His voice is almost sad. "Does it matter? Keep the old job. Take the new. Will you accept it?", he asks, quietly, almost as if he's talking to himself. He walks to the door and lets himself out.
I open my eyes. I'm in my living room. On my old familiar couch. There are no black sheets. Everything else in the room is the same as it was when I last saw it. Except there is no man standing in the middle of the room.
>>7450566
when picasso trained himself how to unlearn his art, i shall take the whimsy of madness and curl it to my whispy dreams, and kiss the starlight with my eyemouths.
what is the point of sublimation when there isnt a caboose to rifle through in the calumnious lessee, praddling with their tails swinging in the clockheaded breeze.
King Solomon poked his head out of the room with a rope around his neck, and the crowds looked with wonder as he mysteriously turned purple. Eventually his father came about and commanded him to be well, and all was well. Lethargic coriander seeds languished in the heat of the small jar in the cupboard, and there was no hope for them to be spread into the foamy languid tonsil soups of the crabtree brilliances.
Importune offerings left only the leveed scallions of orbital squarings in the clamp of tripoli.
those who murmur in the mud of sin, waiting for the whirlwind to come,
beg others to join in their fun,
as misery loves company.
creeds torn over on the rest of the plan, prostituting to the clapping of the crowd, the dollar, measly as it is potently portentous, blissfully unaware as the brass tacks stab into their trenchfeet, just as the spaldrings before them, they too felt as the rampant orchids blossomed, and the tuberculous stab of barnacles and whelks, prodding wastrel voices in their gullets, raping their peace.
Luring in the stamina of the campaign, the willows only sifted through a small percentage of the stench of the open sewer main upwind of the conference hall. Many of the staunch citizens approached their seats with a grimace of disgust and a gush of vomit splashing against the back of their throats, wondering what they'll have to agree to that day just to keep their fingers inside. Little did they realize that their hair cuts were in vain, and it was simply an execution of an aboriginal at the expense of the high royal society of Lieught Scleoupo. There was much revulsion at the sight of the blood of the native, which always served to titillate the impressionable revolutionaries, who had so much to prove with so little power to do it, they typically backed down from dissenting parties on a rate of 30% after that, which is tweaked magnificently later on in life when stocks are established to their social security numbers.
Palindromic allowances only bring gestures of noncommittal confirmation, and the bill passes, no new taxies without prostitution becoming a state ratified constitutional institution, where loans are distributed to the purloined homes of those who were in the unions before the civil war... well i'm getting ahead of myself, it's all on account of the newest release of the websters dictionary on the 30th of April, 1972, when the clearing house publishers awarded gretta jones her 48,396$ in small unmarked bills.
>>7450566
I feel uncomfortable criticizing English texts because I have a bad knowledge and instinct aesthetic response to the language. I can translate my own texts, but ussualy only literary, with no attention to sound and other effects. My criticism of the works here would be far from commendable.
>This is from the tragedy I am writing. The original is in Portuguese. It is a war speech (a piece of propaganda by the tyrant that is the main character of the work). Apologies for the bad English.
Make every drop of blood in your veins roar,
And that every single gland in your bodies boil in tigers:
War now grunts to you all the avail
- The assent that society and peace deny -
To unlock the deep wells of your instincts
And allow the darkness to climb them.
From the cavers of the mind unless the wolves,
Might the steel armor-plate your hearts and your brains
So that the prays of pity and the cold cheep
Of fear do not penetrate in your spirits:
That both this knots, of veins and of thoughts,
Disentangle their skeins of contradictions
And only the furious famine for victory sing on them.
Oh gods of war, that sculpt with blood
The labyrinths of human destiny,
Honor the sap with which our
Cuts do honor you, and that your records
Embroider tales of glory with the scarlet
Lines of our scars.
Our sacred texts speak of angels,
Well, to me angels are our own young lads
When in the wars they dew blood from their muscles
And drip sweat that smells of cholera.
Yes, this are my angels, the genies in front of whom
My faith knells and my deeply moved
Heart sing hymns, yes, this are my angels,
And not the storks of heaven, greasy
With butter of light and oil of stars,
Effeminate harp players
That dilute the golden eternity
Of their flaccid afternoons drinking champagne
Of ambrosia and eating bonbons of nectar,
Pinky and obese cherubs,
Raspberries that have swollen by eating to much manna bread.
We man have naked, wingless backs,
And only ambition, the fierce hunger
Allow us to fly to the heavens of the eternal.
If you meditate, what was the book you read that really explained the concept an taught you how to it in a proper manner?
Also, how do you use meditation?
Does it in someway better your life?
dhammatalks.org
Of course it betters your life. It takes a lot of sitting doing nothing though.
>half-lotus
lmao @ that pleb
this is a reportable thread. not literature related.
>>>/adv/
Does anyone know and good but cheap edition of
Le Chants De Maldoror?
h-help me p-pls
>>7448543
ebook maybe?
>>7448625
physical copy please
ITT: post your favourite thing you have ever written
You may be memeing but i like it. (This is a comment on your picture, not the favourite thing i've written). Nor was that. Nor was that. Nor was that. x∞
>>7439430
thanks it gets exponentially worse after that paragraph though
>>7439420
Such thing doesn't exist, I hate everything I have written. I'm almost finishing this notepad and already planning on burning it or throwing it away like the last one.
How do I overcome this?
What do I do now that I'm finished with this thing? I feel so lost
>>7454593
The fact that you feel lost implies that you have not developed a personal taste, even after reading these 20 books.
read good books
Pick a few authors and read more of their works. I especially like Fitzgerald.
What are good books with mediocre to bad prose? (i.e. books that have good ideas but aren't all that impressive on an aesthetic level)
>pic somewhat related
>>7454374
but the prose is good
did you read it in german?
>>7454374
You didn't read it in German did you? You read a shitty translation, you twat.
And anything by Huxely.
McCarthy, Pynchon, etc.
Have you ever read the Bhagavad Gita? If so, what did you think of it? If not, why haven't you read it yet?
>Have you read the Bhagavad Gita?
No
>Why not?
I've many other books to read
spiritual monk gave me a copy in detroit. made me promise thatd id read the entire thing. still sitting on my desk, barely read twenty pages. ill get to it one day
The main reason is because I've got other things to read
The secondary reason is that I'm never sure which is the best version/translation to read
What do you think of her writing? Never read her.
I've heard The Fountainhead is great. Is it worth it?
read it and find out
Her writing's terrible.
I'd really recommend something about a pirate captain or rogueish nobleman from Mills and Boon before The Fountainhead. Or a biography of Frank Lloyd Wright.
The prose in either would be better, and the plot the same.
>>7454235
Fountain head is great.
Anthem is OK.
Atlas Shrugged is her most well-known one, but it spells out the same message that the Fountain head does, except with a few hundred extra pages.
Would you guys recommend reading this book or something similar for someone new to serious reading? I can read just fine but don't feel I absorb as much as I'd like.
I'd avoid it personally. Just read a lot of good books, read the intros and notes that come with them. But mainly enjoy and experience the book. Don't get worried about 'the correct way to read'. You'll become a better reader with experience.
It's shit.
Get Reading Like a Writer and/or How to Read Literature.
>>7454068
I wouldn't recommend it. It's pretty old and some of the sections are useless.
For someone getting into "serious reading" (and by that I assume you mean getting into literary novels and the classics and stuff), I'd recommend pic related, which is mostly about analyzing symbolism and subtext, so you'll understand a story's themes and overall get a deeper understanding of a piece of literature.
Is he the Camus of our time?
Don't compare the sexiest existentialist there ever was with that jaded cave troll.
>>7453810
I mean that they're both popular French literary authors who engage with important ideas of and about their time in the form of accessible novels.
He seems to fill the same niche.
>>7453810
>he's probably never even read "The Map and Its Territory"
Kys my man and so on
> that face when neither Nietzsche nor Hume ever refuted, or even addressed, Aristotle
who gives a fuck about some 2000 year old olive eating pederast
Aristotle is overrated. Theophrastus would have completely obscured him in history were it not for the machinations of *ahem* certain Greek aristocrats.
Also, >>>/his/
>>7453705
I do. Who cares about you?!? Not even your mom! If you have a girlfriend, she's cheating on you. Go fuck yourself.
Damn, do you know how dumb you sound?
Why is /lit/ the only board on this site (out of the other media boards, them being /co/, /mu/, /tv/, and /v/) to have any taste in anything?
we 're inteligent people
>>7453515
Literature has the most established canon so it's easier to pretend to have taste.
>>7453518
my sides
