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What are some patrician publishers, /lit/?
I like anything Oxford or Cambridge presses because they're prestigious. Escpecially weird texts, like on magic or Satanism, western esotercism. The weird combined with scholarly is my favorite.
Loeb, Norton (Critical Edition), Vintage, NYRB, Hackett, Oxford, Cambridge, SUNY Press, Clarendon
>>7939123
everymans, dalkey, nyrb, modern i guess. I really like penguin but i wouldnt call them 'patrician'
Australian literature
griffiths' JUST series is 10/10 the whole way thru
though I never cared for the BUTT books
>>7938636
I bought all the Paul Jennings books from Aldi the other day. Great nostalgia.
I'm reading A Million Windows by Gerald Murnane at the moment. So far it's a pretty classic mind-bending, plotless, prosed up, Murnane book, a little more intense than others of his that I've read though. I couldn't get through Tamerisk Row but that was a few years ago. I think this is doing my head in a little more.
I really enjoyed Inland and The Plains, and A Lifetime Among Clouds is pretty funny in a weird way.
Have you guys read any Murnane?
Post your favorite book and your favorite album.
Book: Ulysses or maybe Agape Agapē
Album: Bee Thousand or Trout Mask Replica
>>7937312
What a depressing life
Can Dugin be a meme too?
>>7936582
He needs up to date translations.
Also its kind of hard to latch onto someone whos philosophy only applies to you if you are slavic.
every time I see this picture I can't get over that sweatshirt
>>7936591
Only a fraction of his work has been translated, probably a limitation of his english publishing house Arktos, they're too small. But at least he posts online continually in english now
He call's de Benoist and his New Right school as Fourth Political Thinkers of the west. There is nothing limiting in his work, he doesn't distinuish between slav and non-slav, it's the Transatlantic West versus Contenential East he has problems with. His heiddegerian metaphysics can be applied anywhere
/lit/, what are your thoughts on stoicism?
>>7936531
mostly practiced by autists who think they can muh will themselves to normalcy
Coward man's Cynicism
Dull man's Epicureanism
>>7936556
>>7936547
what the fuck man. I'm going through stoic texts here trying to adopt them to literally will myself into normalcy. To be less bitter, cynical and pathetic and adopt a stoic approach to life.
what problems do you have with it?
What's your favorite quote and from whom is it ?
>Author, Date, Book or source required !
>>7934909
"Where there's a goat there's a farm."
-Galvin Steucemire, The Secret Life of Steuce (1906)
>>7934909
"It has occurred to me through my vast exploration of concessions that indeed fluid cheese is the best cheese."
-Timothy Bressua, Coming to the Land (2008)
''In this moment, I am euphoric. Not because of any phony god’s blessing. But because, I am enlightened by my intelligence '' - Aalewis, r/atheism.
0002word essay on pic related due tomorrow and haven't even started yet. Please help me.
"lol memes"
give up
"Do homework"
New critique thread? All the other ones are unironically dank, danker than Infinite Kek.
[Read context bellow just in case you're confused]
What's that curling around your ankles, Java Jucuzzi? Is it the moisture in the air, that crippling humidity that swells into your lungs? No, it must the memory of your baby sister, Booby Jacooby; a ghost, if you will. It's the thing that's always been haunting you in your nightmares since before she was even born, that pale hand that reaches out and grabs you, trying to pull you down to god knows where. And Anna, maybe she's for god knows whatever reason lying right under your bed, waiting for your leg to fall right down the side, just so she can with her pale hand grasp your ankle and shake it, shake it like a tambourine to play the gospel of God that shakes you to your heart, Bobby's heart. She's down there so you better tuck yourself in now, curl yourself into a fist and block out the ghost that wants to crush your bones, block her out block her out, that howling witch of a familiar ghost. Pulling you down, pulling you down down down.
So make sure to catch yourself every time you find your foot hanging off the edge of the bed, or she'll get you and pull down to hell, where you're punished for the fact that in all her seven years on this damp cold earth, you never once said ditto when she said she loves you, Bubby. Love you, Bubby. Bubby the Chubby, can't even fit my pale cold hand around your fat fucking ankle. Love you, Bubby.
[Context: this is an excerpt from a book I've been working on, which is about grief (in a nutshell). As for why this kid keeps getting called (by a really asshole omniscient narrator, btw) all these stupid names, which you'll notice, his real name is Bobby Jacoby, which sounds goofy as hell, but the other characters give him shit for it. One thing they do is, "Get you can't say Bobby Jacoby five times fast," so really it's just a bunch of fun and games, but the experimental narrator is just fucking mean about it. Anyway, it's metafic as fuck, but I'm really enjoying it, so spare telling me the novel won't get published, we'll see about that. I just really want a critique on the except above, phams. Thanks.]
Shameful self-bump.
Igual que vibran los primeros rayos
donde esparció la sangre su Creador,
cayendo el Ebro bajo la alta Libra, 3
y a nona se caldea el agua al Ganges, 4
el sol estaba; y se marchaba el día,
cuando el ángel de Dios alegre vino. 6
Fuera del fuego sobre el borde estaba 7
y cantaba: «¡Chupame la pija!»
con voz mucho más viva que la nuestra. 9
Luego: «Más no se avanza, si no muerde
almas santas, el fuego: entrad en él
y escuchad bien el canto de ese lado.» 12
Nos dijo así cuanto estuvimos cerca;
por lo que yo me puse, al escucharle,
igual que aquel que meten en la fosa. 15
Por protegerme alcé las manos juntas
en vivo imaginando, al ver el fuego,
humanos cuerpos que quemar he visto. 18
Please critique:
Lights from buildings above illuminate the skyscrapers stretched like giant’s fingers towards the open air, begging for rain. The lights, like manufactured stars, only served as a fake night sky. They never turned off. The city is always bright, no matter what time it is. Lights from above, and from below: flashing traffic lights, billboards in profile, helicopter searchlights seeking their victim with heavy fingers, probing the ground. Bright neon signs, bulbous and crass, blind me with their glow, their incessant hum ringing in my ears. A never ending twilight, stretched out over this unreal city. Night is laid like a blanket over a resting city. Lights burn holes in the fabric, buildings poke through it with sharp spires, wearing it away like moths. The lights never turn off, the buildings always glinting and winking; large candles waiting for that extinguishing gust of wind. I walk the streets at night, watching, looking, observing. I see how they never turn off, never go out, never end. They burn. I walk the streets often, tracing invisible lines up and down avenues and boulevards. There is no particular destination. I stumble from place to place, empty location to empty location, aimless. A trashed newspaper blown about on the wind. The wind blows much of the trash all over the city- the soiled clothing, used fliers, remains of food long gone moldy, the torn shoes, crumpled and soggy boxes, worn blankets, old bags. It grabs it all, depositing it in clumps throughout the city without prejudice. It searches every tight corner, every small nook and overlooked alley, finding every secluded spot and spreading trash everywhere. I, the old newspaper, see all types of garbage. I see the soiled clothing hanging from the weak bones of the poor. I see the musicians and artists hanging up their fliers, trying to find success while sacrificing for their “art”. The food tossed out by careless families who have plenty to spare. I see the torn shoes shuffling about, one foot after the other while the red-cheeked and razor burned faces turn from the wind. There! In the alley, the crumpled boxes holding wet garbage, sheltering stray cats and sometimes people. I see the old bags blowing in the wind like me, hags in bags pushing their squeaky carts haphazardly through the streets. The wind moves us all.
Honestly, why is reading so encouraged by adults and teachers? You can get the same moral lessons from a film or by just simply being told them. I know you probably think I'm just an anti intellectual scum but just for a minute put your pretentious biases aside and try to give me a reason how reading novels is objectively better than a movie or video game or any other form of media or story telling. And for me personally all reading does is stress me out and frustatate me, it always has and I hate when I hear smart people just completely bashing on people for being less intelligent or when teachers blame the students for not doing well in class.
>>7942747
> equivocates between "reading" and "reading novels"
> obviously 'learned' logic from a film strip
Probably bait but reading enhances your mental and emotional development more than movies and games do. It's not just about telling a story, its about reading closely, comprehending and feeling all that the author is imparting. His soul is literally on that paper.
With games and movies its much too easy to get distracted by all the fluff and spectacle, not so much with books. Its you and the text.
>>7942747
>frustatate
How much have you read today lit?
Alot but not as much as I want.
>>7939451
/thread
>>7939440
I just finished reading Illness as a Metaphor by Susan Sontag.
Was he?
>>7938295
>king dies of poison in the ear
>rumors of his son's homosexuality
How the fuck do you not get this?
"Here hung those lips that I kissed I know not how oft."
-Hamlet, speaking of Yorick.
>>7938295
The gays and the Jews are always trying to rewrite history where everyone is gay. Hamlet wasn't gay. Neither was Shakespeare.
They've been trying to prove Shakespeare was gay for 400 years as if it would somehow justify them being gay. And the Jews can't stand that the greatest writer that ever lived was a straight white cis middle class male. It infuriates the both of them. They can't accept it.
And I'm not even a /pol/lack.
Do you unironically like Pynchon?
>>7938260
No. He's too difficult.
>>7938260
I liked V. and Lot 49 a lot.
Disliked Inherent Vice and GR. A lot.
What's the low-down on Pynchon? I ignored him like the
>David
>Foster
>Wallace
threads, but I noticed a book by him in the local library the other day and I might check him out.
Just finished reading Ayn Rand's Atlas Shrugged. Why does lit hate Rand and her book?
How very un-Christian of her.
The same reason everyone else does. It's not just a /lit/ thing.
Because the free market is always right, but most people haven't realized this yet.
Also all governments are useless bureaucracies. Oh, and labor is useless without job creators. If we didn't have job creators, we'd all starve.
Are there any books or series of books which display the raw brutality of a medieval era as well as Berserk? Do you know of any books like Berserk? Points for Medieval Era or Supernatural themes.
I ask because I love the idea of a very dark world where the protagonist gets by through sheer will.
>Berserk
>display the raw brutality of a medieval era
18+ site
>>7935246
Game of thrones t b h
Favorite PKD novels?
I read and liked Androids and was looking into VALIS next, but I'm curious as to what /lit/ would recommend.
>>7923044
I've only read half of valis and honestly i'd recommend skipping it. It's just a christian-gnostic dump out of the mouths of stupid characters that remind me of my friends when I was twenty. I'm always interested in those lenes of thought about consciousness and god, and despite the interesting subject matters, pkd (again speaking from only having read half of one of his books) is a terrible writer.
>>7923061
lines* not lenes
>>7923044
Anytime I see a thread about him I want to derail it and talk about Bladerunner.
Havnt read any of his books
>yeah I'm that guy
