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bretty gud

>>8125030
reddit general?

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i made it through 2 paragraphs

i'm tempted to tell harlan ellison about this. he'll scream and foam at the mouth and start legal action against whoever's hosting it.

That shitty story that was also made a shitty video game ! Great

>>8124830
"Human" is a spook friend

I want to knead those thighs

>>8124837
I know, but im not sure how to phrase it better.
But yes, in other words im searching for something completely without spooks.

>people who actually read books are destroying /lit/

No, I think you'll find the opposite is true.

>>8124659
If you haven't read the entire meme trilogy you should stop posting until you have.

>>8124659

I agree with him.

However, I'd go as far as to say that Finnegans Wake should have pride of place over Ulysses.

>>8124266
There's a book festival in my city going on these weeks. I might go have a look, although I already own many books I haven't even started yet.

>>8124266

You should't have posted your finds.

You fucking suck, pleb.

>>8124322
Well I think you suck.

>>8124118
Don't even bother. Just ignore them.

>>8124118
Apperantly "The Lacanian Subject: Between Language and Jouissance" is the best place to start, Lacan is a sort of thinker where you have to understand nearly everything before you understand anything

>>8124118
Is pic related to what you are trying to understand or not?
If yes, you really shouldn't skip so far ahead as to the graph of desire without reading other texts of Lacan first, because as you can see it refers to other texts and even though he will talk about all these points during his explanation of the graph, I really doubt it will suffice.
But yea, graph is really hard and involves a lot of hard concepts, I study Lacan and I can't talk about this shit either lol.

what's the first most?

>>8123817
You should only appreciate your own culture, or your simply a cuck. Take the redpill

Depend of what culture, you mong.

>>8123618
>literature
>obsolete
Technology goes obsolete.
Art will die with the last human.

you're a faggot

>>8123634
I'm gonna fuck your mommy dead

>>8123064
it's supposed to be like that. you're too stupid to understand it apparently

>>8123064
>intelligent, perverse, and with wicked sense of humor
don't you mean nihilistic and with wicked sense of humor OP?

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>>8122976
1st for most fun in a long time

2nd for Brent Weeks and Patrick Rothfuss

Someone leak The Great Ordeal's ebook already/

>>8122303
He's not saying be like or don't be like Abraham. Just that when it comes to teleologically suspending the ethical, nobody will understand you maan

What Kierkegaard is doing is trying to reconcile faith with the idea that modernism is true.

Premise A: God is absolute
Premise B: Moral good is relative
Conclusion: God must sometimes conflict with morality.

It could be used to justify fanaticism, but Kierkegaard is talking about Christianity, which kind of forbids killing people. In fact, the suspension here would more likely be your society expects you to kill someone, and it would make moral sense, but you choose not to because of religion.

>>8122303
Yes he was, we must be fanatic in our faith or else we have nothing.

I know your works, that you are neither cold nor hot. I could wish you were cold or hot. So then, because you are lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will vomit you out of My mouth.
- Apocalypse of St. John 3:15-16

>>8116762
best served cold by joe abercrombie. its like a D and D group in a grimdark world. would make a good game.I tried some of his other stuff and did not like it. cycle of arawn is good too

omg

lit nowadays is ridiculous

>>8116782

thanks my man

>>8116791

filtered

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here's a beat-sheet I wrote for a short comic

>>8116518
Illegible

>>8116538
Phony attempt at being comic

>>8114902

i'll start:

>Sparrow Trapped in the Airport by Averill Curdy

Never the bark and abalone mask
cracked by storms of a mastering god,
never the gods’ favored glamour, never
the pelagic messenger bearing orchards
in its beak, never allegory, not wisdom
or valor or cunning, much less hunger
demanding vigilance, industry, invention,
or the instinct to claim some small rise
above the plain and from there to assert
the song of another day ending;
lentil brown, uncounted, overlooked
in the clamorous public of the flock
so unlikely to be noticed here by arrivals,
faces shining with oils of their many miles,
where it hops and scratches below
the baggage carousel and lights too high,
too bright for any real illumination,
looking more like a fumbled punch line
than a stowaway whose revelation
recalls how lightly we once traveled.

>>8114902
John Ashbury is perfect for this

The first of the undecoded messages read: “Popeye sits
in thunder,
Unthought of. From that shoebox of an apartment,
From livid curtain’s hue, a tangram emerges: a country.”
Meanwhile the Sea Hag was relaxing on a green couch: “How
pleasant
To spend one’s vacation en la casa de Popeye," she
scratched
Her cleft chin’s solitary hair. She remembered spinach

And was going to ask Wimpy if he had bought any spinach.
“M’love," he intercepted, “the plains are decked out
in thunder
Today, and it shall be as you wish.” He scratched
The part of his head under his hat. The apartment
Seemed to grow smaller. “But what if no pleasant
Inspiration plunge us now to the stars? For this is my
country.”

Suddenly they remembered how it was cheaper in the country.
Wimpy was thoughtfully cutting open a number 2 can of spinach
When the door opened and Swee’pea crept in. “How pleasant!”
But Swee’pea looked morose. A note was pinned to his bib.
“Thunder
And tears are unavailing," it read. “Henceforth shall
Popeye’s apartment
Be but remembered space, toxic or salubrious, whole or
scratched.”

Olive came hurtling through the window; its geraniums scratched
Her long thigh. “I have news!” she gasped. “Popeye, forced as
you know to flee the country
One musty gusty evening, by the schemes of his wizened,
duplicate father, jealous of the apartment
And all that it contains, myself and spinach
In particular, heaves bolts of loving thunder
At his own astonished becoming, rupturing the pleasant

Arpeggio of our years. No more shall pleasant
Rays of the sun refresh your sense of growing old, nor the
scratched
Tree-trunks and mossy foliage, only immaculate darkness and
thunder.”
She grabbed Swee’pea. “I’m taking the brat to the country.”
“But you can’t do that—he hasn’t even finished his spinach,"
Urged the Sea Hag, looking fearfully around at the apartment.

But Olive was already out of earshot. Now the apartment
Succumbed to a strange new hush. “Actually it’s quite pleasant
Here," thought the Sea Hag. “If this is all we need fear from
spinach
Then I don’t mind so much. Perhaps we could invite Alice the Goon
over”—she scratched
One dug pensively—“but Wimpy is such a country
Bumpkin, always burping like that.” Minute at first, the thunder

Soon filled the apartment. It was domestic thunder,
The color of spinach. Popeye chuckled and scratched
His balls: it sure was pleasant to spend a day in the country.

>>8114919

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Built this makeshift bookshelf last night. I find it very motivating and inspiring.

>>8114934

>GRRM

>>8114934
>Only gardens of the moon
Try harder