> not humbert and dolly
> mfw
So what is the most important literary couple /lit/?
>>7362131
Katje and Blicero
What makes you go to those cancerous websites?
>>7362131
God and Man
What are the essential books of the Bible?
Revelations is fun.
The Acts of Peter and the Twelve Apostles
Allogenes – The Foreigner
The Apocalypse (Revelation) of Adam
The (First) Apocalypse (Revelation) of James
The (Second) Apocalypse (Revelation) of James
The Apocalypse (Revelation) of Paul
The Apocalypse (Revelation) of Peter
The Apocryphon (Secret Book) of James
The Apocryphon (Secret Book) of John
Asclepius 21-29
Authoritative Teaching
The Book of Thomas the Contender
The Concept of Our Great Power
The Dialogue of the Savior
The Discourse on the Eighth and Ninth
Eugnostos the Blessed*
The Exegesis on the Soul
The Gospel of the Egyptians*
The Gospel of Philip
The Gospel of Mary
The Gospel of Judas
The Gospel of Thomas
The Gospel of Truth*
The Hypostasis of the Archons – The Reality of the Rulers
Hypsiphrone
The Interpretation of Knowledge
The Letter of Peter to Philip
Marsanes
Melchizedek
On the Anointing
On the Baptism A
On the Baptism B
On the Eucharist A
On the Eucharist B
On the Origin of the World*
The Paraphrase of Shem
Plato, Republic 588A-589B
The Prayer of the Apostle Paul
The Prayer of Thanksgiving
The Second Treatise of the Great Seth
The Sentences of Sextus
The Sophia of Jesus Christ
The Teachings of Silvanus
The Testimony of Truth
The Thought of Norea
The Three Steles of Seth
The Thunder, Perfect Mind
The Treatise on the Resurrection
Trimorphic Protennoia – Three Forms of First Thought
The Tripartite Tractate
A Valentinian Exposition
Zostrianos
Book of Job.
Best value for money E-Ink E-book Reader?
Kindle (5)'s pretty good. Easy to use. Cheap. Long battery life. Comes with dictionary.
>>7362133
This desu. I'm waiting for the Christmas sales to buy a replacement for my 5.
can someone tell me how this works? i read the wikipedia page briefly, but i do not quite understand exactly how it works. i have seen people reading such books before on the airplane etc. and to me, it looks like a regular paper-page with a plastic frame around it, but is it like a glass screen similiar to an iphone or something like that? (sorry if english is bad, not an english person).
For German books, should I read the Dutch translation or the English one.
Usually I go for English but I read that Kafka doesn't translate well into English, and Dutch is of course closer to German.
If you can't read German, your first language.
>>7362055
My English is pretty much on par with my Dutch, I have only really read Enlgish books so far.
I just have the feeling that English translations are somehow superior, I base that on nothing though.
>>7362059
I'm not much, but I'd guess that there are a lot more people putting the effort into translating Kafka into English than Dutch. Something good has to come out of that.
Is "Beyond Good and Evil" a good book to start reading Nietzche?
>>7361918
start with the greeks
>>7361918
Yes. I did and it was perfectly understandable.
lol
Confessions thread.
>I have a crush on DFW
>>7361801
you forgot 'I am a necrophile'
>>7361801
>dfw no df
>>7361996
I love the alive him
Hi /lit
I have been browsing awhile and read some of your recommended books
-moby dick(amazing)
-lolita(very good)
-1984(average)
-a clockwork orange(shit)
-the picture of dorian gray(good)
-treasure island(very good)
-choke(good)
-the invisable man(good)
-ulysses(absolute utter shit)
However these are all just stories.
Im ready for something deeper.
I want something that goes deep into art and the philosophy behind it. What is art? How can it have such an effect on me? etc
also im not interested in the history of art, more the emotional effect it has on me and why.
What does /lit recomend?
I want something that goes deep into art and the philosophy behind it. What is art? How can it have such an effect on me? etc
also im not interested in the history of art, more the emotional effect it has on me and why.
What does /lit recomend?
>>7361746
>oh cool this guy seems to have decent ta-
>ulysses(absolute utter shit)
nevermind then :)
I want something that goes deep into the pussy and the uterus behind it. What is the pussy? How can it have such an effect on me? etc
also im not interested in the history of the pussy, more the emotional effect it has on me and why.
where's the english pdf version of this book?
implying a eurasian unitarian would want his book translated into the language of the enemy
welcome to geopolitics freak
bump~
Dugin is based as fuck.
Fuck America and its fag empire.
Why is experimental literature so frowned upon in the literary community? I absolutely agree that ultimately your words have to stand by themselves, but what's wrong with adding some accentuations to make read even better? Things like typographic manipulation, font choice, use of white space, lack of punctuation--these things (if done right) can tremendously boost one's reading experience without detracting from the prose itself.
Why the fuck is everyone so against it? There's so much untapped potential here and people are dismissing it solely because of "muh traditionalism." It's fucking ridiculous.
>>7361677
I like Danielewski though.
I like the idea, but haven't seen it used well.
Every work considered a bench mark of literature is experimental.
It is frowned upon because amateurs try their hand at it and end up sucking. Most of the time. Also 90% of the population do not want to read experimental, it just does not sell. Only after a experimental gets big will it sell, which again, for new authors is a HUGE gamble. Etc.
Of course if you mean some kind of huge step in experimental literature. Like how it is structured outside of the prose, like you say white space and the like. It just is very, very hard to do well. And then the presentation is very different, it is no longer sold as a 'book' per-se. Or whatever.
But in general, I totally agree with you. It would be very interesting if someone or a group were to come along and have the ability/resources, to experiment with how a book is structured (fonts/space/etc).
How does this work as a system of thought?
Choose death whenever it presents itself...but at the same time don't die a worthless death? How is that even possible on whatever metaphorical battlefield he's talking about?
You are to beta to understand most likely
>>7361676
Not an authority on this by any means, but if I remember correctly, often the death the book refers to is in Japanese the 'Ego Death', so as to mean you need to be humble senpai.
You are a tool for you lord. Live as if you are dead so that if you must die for him you can do so without effort. You do not get to choose death as in I'm going to choose to have pancakes for dinner. You have to die when the circumstances call for it.
I have no idea what you mean when you talk about metaphorical battlefields, it was pretty straight reading.
>mfw I realize that my depression is stemming from me purposely making myself depressed so that I can suffer enough to have something to say in my book
How often do you go out and experience stuff?
I've had fantastic time with couch-surfing, if that helps.
That suffering you make yourself do is comfy known suffering, not some sort of overcoming fears, for example.
Depression is this generation's war wounds. Everyone wants a fucking medal for it
>>7361652
that's very insincere of you OP
![Albert_Camus,_gagnant_de_prix_Nobel,_portrait_en_buste,_posé_au_bureau,_faisant_face_à_gauche,_cigarette_de_tabagisme[1].jpg](https://i.imgur.com/hI7Mw5g.jpg "Albert Camus, gagnant de prix Nobel, portrait en buste, posé au bureau, faisant face à gauche, cigarette de tabagisme[1]")
The /lit/ essentials is filled with too many old white men
Can we get some recs for African and people of color authors here?
Pic related is all that I really know so far
>>7361583
jodete.
>>7361583
White people are better at being africans than africans even, is there anything we can't do?
Is anybody interested in reading about five thousand words of the beginning of something I'm working on? It's just for fun, I swear.
>>7361554
Just post it Hat
edshr ottoa ah t fryy pthtts taan that mammaenl ilenkidada
Oh Christ no—Margot Weard, court stenographer for the Calgary Courts Centre, slapped the last key and realized that it didn't seem to mean anything at all. How could it? The way the words were, almost as if the springs were stuck for good. Immediately raising a hand, her middle finger projecting slightly forward because that was just how it went when she spread them, Margot interrupted the proceedings. Her bun was pulled back so tightly that it sagged, drooping like an old nose to the collar of her common, unfashionable pant suit. A paper bag crinkled in the gallery. There was something in the air. Maybe a breakfast sandwich. Or a hashbrown.
—Sorry, your Honour.
—Weard?
—Yes, there’s something wrong with the stenograph.
—Eh?
—I'm sorry, you're Honour. My stenograph. The buttons are sticking.
She pressed one and it stuck the way she said it would.
Hoarse Honourable Dan leaned forward and peered from under his bifocals and over the birch paneling of the court’s bench, his boozy, boiled nose slipping through the adjustable nose pads of his Browlines. Forgetting the recent installation of the first bulletproof bench in Canada, a practise adopted from American federal courtrooms, Dan bumped his head against the glass, disturbing dust and the pomp of his office.
Dan was an old egg with old, nearly failing organs and he was yoked to a middle aged and very difficult Taiwanese lady who gave excellent head but didn't cook very well. He’d found her online through some oriental dot com bubble site that had long since gone under after a well publicized venereal scandal. Dan’s wife was named Jasmine and he hadn't loved her since I don't know, maybe last Christmas but maybe longer, maybe never. It was just that she could be such a cow. Yesterday it was the program on the television. Too much white people stuff. HBO is so sad. I role the funny men. This morning it had been something about his very well maintained gutters or a possibly dying tree or a broken machine in the basement or the yard hat he didn't know how to fix or even what it did. “Jesus, go ahead, put on that ugry wig. Show it to someone that respects you. I wirr carr a man that knows how.” Dan had reached for her elbow. “No, fuck you, soft man,” returning to a product review on her iPad. She spent her days hiding from her white, elderly neighbours, making purchases and teasing delivery boys with her soft skin and acceptable English.
Dan glanced at Margots tight, motherly bosom and breathed heavily. It wasn't so much that he'd been bothered by the interruption. It was just that she was supposed to type. It was how she had put her hand up. She was the room, he thought. Rooms don't have hands. She was the room and she was made of birch and why couldn't she just go along with it and type.
His long lips opened.
—Margot, I’m sorry, but I don't know what a xenograph is. I'm a judge. You’ll have to ask someone else. He addressed the gallery. Does anyone here know how to fix a xenograph? No, I don't know what it is either. I'm sorry, Miss Weard. There's nobody available to fix your xenograph. Now if we could…
They closed again, curling tightly. He thought about his wife, his life.
An almost silent Asshole and whispered dicks dripped possibly unheard from a dry, anonymous mouth while several frowning brows turned outside towards the halatious sundog seen through the outer pane’s hoarfrost. They saw what looked like a boy falling from the sky but it was probably just a bird. A few dared to glance back at the judge through his bulletproof chamber and considered what it would be like to be as old as Dan. Is it difficult to wash wrinkles? What happens when you can’t get out of the bathtub? Is it just a matter of waiting for something that you won't remember? How much do you forget? Some folks were still looking outside, over the foothills and towards the crags of the Canadian Rockies. God damn I think that was a boy. They checked their phones and hoped everything was okay. Those sitting closest to the window ruminated over the dried flies and bumblebees that lined the frame of the woven wire screens. Had they always been there? Why do they dry out like that? Does the window cook them, maybe buzzing too close and too often to the magnified sun. At the other end of the room, the sister of the accused swiped to refresh. She was deaf and volunteered at the Good Listeners Society, a text-based suicide relief service for the phonetically challenged, stutterers, lispers, and the like. The smell of hashbrowns flared nostrils and the whiff of a common thought channelled through the famished and the fearing. Who could that be and What if they get caught and Didn’t they read the sign—No Food.
What are some books that will teach me how to insult and sound classy while doing it?
>>7361532
that is not a book.
>>7361514
Shakespeare has a fucking 'your mom' joke in it
I submitted this prose poem for a course at a community college. How fucked am I?
He wonders if he could get away with pulling the fire alarm. Perhaps one of his friends would be willing to call in a bomb threat. “I could send Greg a text.” he thinks to himself. No…too drastic. He sneaks a glance at his watch as a parent drones on about her preferences for the curriculum. He hates her face for no particular reason. If she was any thinner she wouldn’t exist. But, Jesus, her tits are massive. She must have at least thirty percent of her body weight in her bra. He prays to various deities for quick release from this torture by way of spontaneous combustion. Nothing. Except for shrill demands to keep violent conflicts out of the history books coming from the twig woman. How is she still talking? Can someone call the clock on her? He contemplates making a run to the box of Kleenex across the room so he can crop dust every single sadist who decided to attend this meeting. He cannot imagine a finer use of Chipotle’s cuisine. He feels a pressure emanating from his colon that blends with spite and a distorted sense of justice. This is it. He forcefully breathes in and out through his nostrils as if attempting to clear his nasal passages. He slides his unsubstantial plastic chair back and stands up. As he walks toward the box of tissues he assesses his gastrointestinal situation. The time is nigh. He blows his nose in the paper infused with lotion and heads back towards his seat. His somatic nervous system masterfully orchestrates the precise relaxation of his external anal sphincter which made the horrendous act inaudible. No one ever saw it coming.
>>7361446
tl;dr
cool picture tho. I just wanted to post it because im getting into dwarf fortress.
>>7361446
>showing someones day to day mundane thoughts for no artistic value
>toilet humour
>mysoginy
>teenage boy protagonist
What are you even trying to make the reader feel besides bored?
>>7362500
>bored
you nailed it
