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I am new in English lit. In Russian, we have proza.ru or samlib.ru, (240 000 authors) where you can read stuff by new authors for free. They are the ones who are still unpublished unknown and probably never will be.
What about English?
Or are enlish minded people to stingy to offer the public their writings, except 12y.o. anime fanfic shit quality faggot authors?
What kind of novels do you find on these Russian sites?
Nice try, breck. You will never steal my enlightening, Orwellian and Kafkaesque novella. /lit/, you'll have to wait...
>>7882467
newb tier shit, but that's okay
I want to get into poetry.
Tell me about some good poets.
I like
>Basho
>Bodidharma
>Neng
>Dogen
>Tagore
>>7882388
Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,
Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What leaf-fring'd legend haunts about thy shape
Of deities or mortals, or of both,
In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd,
Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone:
Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave
Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;
Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,
Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve;
She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,
For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed
Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu;
And, happy melodist, unwearied,
For ever piping songs for ever new;
More happy love! more happy, happy love!
For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd,
For ever panting, and for ever young;
All breathing human passion far above,
That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy'd,
A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.
Who are these coming to the sacrifice?
To what green altar, O mysterious priest,
Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies,
And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
What little town by river or sea shore,
Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel,
Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn?
And, little town, thy streets for evermore
Will silent be; and not a soul to tell
Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.
O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede
Of marble men and maidens overwrought,
With forest branches and the trodden weed;
Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought
As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral!
When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st,
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know."
'nuff said.
>>7882388
4chanlit.wiki.com/poetry
>>7883891
4chanlit.wikia.com/poetry
Just finished pic related and loved it to bits. Where should I go next? I was thinking about picking up books that focus more on a specific period (I really liked the egyptians, renaissence and XX century parts of the book). But maybe it's better to delve into more introductory works that focus on only one of the arts (sculpture of architecture were barely discussed in depth), since I'm still very new to art history.
Does /lit/ have any recommendations on books about history of art or art in general? Treaties on aesthetics are welcome too for the sake of discussion, although not really what I'm looking for.
Art as Experience by John Dewey.
Gotta read it slow though, I got the audiobook and there are big chunks that I was completely uncertain on
Even though it isn't really what you're looking for, Tolstoy's essays on art are pretty good.
>>7882412
>>7882429
These both sound great and I really like aesthetics (hence why I want to get more into art history), but I'm looking at something that will enhance my understanding of works of art. As in, identifying what are the intentions of the artist, the style and technique, the differences between various periods and schools...
I guess I'm still looking for introductory texts, as I feel a bit overwhelmed by all of it.
Just finished this book. Anyone wants to discuss? Also, Lem general
>>7882355
haven't read the book , but tarkovsky's film is better.
>>7882364
No, the novel is better
should i pay for a jstor account or is there a better way to get their stuff for free? I have a job so it wouldn't really be a big deal if I had to pay.
sci-hub.io
now go away
>>7882354
go to a university library, download pdf to flashdrive for free
university library and ask if they have computers for the public to do independent research
JSTOR sucks anyway
This book was not good. Disappointed I heard really good things.
>>7882285
This book was trash. It would've been good if it was less than twenty pages and not written by Dave Eggers.
>>7882292
I don't understand why people write things like this. A Brave New World and 1984 are still perfectly readable and relevant. I understand modernizations of films but it's not look books as a medium became better to read in the modern day.
>>7882285
i thought it was good the way 1984 was good... decently fun read and aggressively making its point again and again (and again and again...)
wish more people read it.
Weird things you think only you do with books.
When I was a child I was a very avid reader - Harry Potter, Judy Blume, all kinds of stuff. But I eventually developed this very strange habit of tearing off the corners of pages and eating them...
My copy of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone has bites taken out of nearly half the pages. How to Eat Fried Worms suffered the same fate. I don't even remember if I swallowed the paper, but chewing on the overused pages was such a weird comfort to me. Just the top corners, though. Nowhere else.
I also doodled in the last few pages of any books I got because I thought the blank pages were for you to add illustrations.
Yeah, you're the only person that does those things.
yeah well I used to roll them into cones and insert them into my asshole, the first paper page being gradually stretched by the other cones, until my anus was forced wide open by the piled cones of book paper
>>7882077
Dude I do not still do that.
I haven't eaten a book since I was like... ten.
>>7869333
> Talking the bait to an alleged New Sun movie adaptation
Recommendation Charts:
>Fantasy
Selected: http://i.imgur.com/3v2oXAY.jpg
General: http://i.imgur.com/igBYngL.jpg
Flowchart: http://i.imgur.com/uykqKJn.jpg
>Sci-Fi
Selected: http://i.imgur.com/A96mTQX.jpg
General: http://i.imgur.com/r55ODlL.jpg / http://i.imgur.com/gNTrDmc.jpg
>What are you reading right now?
>If a Wolfe novel was adapted how much of a massacre would it be?
>Would it lead to academic recognition of Wolfe is done properly?
>>7880746
I call this the Brandon Sanderson effect.
The first book in every one of his series are sober introductions to the world. He presents the separate threads of different characters, and then slowly winds them together into what will appear to be a compelling story. Every setting is unique and interesting in it's own way, with their own little twists on magic systems. He's a great worldbuilder, and really draws your interest into it.
Then, in the second book, he reveals that the whole thing was just an anime crossover fanfiction all along. Har har, good one Brandon! You got me again!
Stormlight Archive was absolutely the fucking worst in this. I thought the first book was fantastic. The last section of the second book completely ruined the series for me. One moment, we're running along at a normal pace through a lovely world with interesting characters, next minute
>TALKING SOUL EATER WEAPONS LOL
>KALADIN IS ACTUALLY GOKU LOL, LETS GIVE HIM A SUPER SAIYAN FIGHT
>THE KNIGHTS RADIANT ARE ACTUALLY POWER RANGERS AND THE STORMFATHER IS ZORDON, LOL
>I KNOW YOU HATE HIM BUT SZETH ISN'T ACTUALLY DEAD, LOL. HE'S ACTUALLY AN EVIL SUPERNATURAL COP NOW! WATCH HIM GET INTO CRAZY ANTICS WITH HIS PARTNER, EVILDUDE MCDONGLOVER!
>OH, YOU MIGHT HAVE MISSED IT, BUT I JUST KILLED THE MAIN VILLAIN OF THE LAST BOOK AND A HALF IN ONE SCENE! LOL!
>REMEMBER THAT CUTE PAINTER GIRL YOU PROBABLY HAD A CRUSH ON? SHE HAS PTSD AND A GIANT SWORD, LOL! I LOVE LITTLE GIRLS WITH BIG SWORDS, DON'T YOU?
>LET'S JUST MAKE ALL OF THE MAIN CHARACTERS POWER RANGERS, LOL, WOULDN'T WANT ANYONE FEELING LEFT OUT. TALKING SWORDS FOR EVERYONE!
>REMEMBER THOSE COOL MOUNTAIN DOJOS FROM DRAGONBALL? LET'S JUST THROW ONE OF THOSE IN THERE.
>ALSO, IT'S BASICALLY SET IN THE WORLD OF WARCRAFT UNIVERSE, LOL. SORRY IF I DIDN'T MENTION THAT BEFORE!
Look at that face. Tell me you wouldn't punch that face if you saw it.
>>7882080
I'm glad I never read him. I'm generally distrustful of series longer than War and Peace because I believe the author has nothing meaningful left to say after a certain number of pages in a single work.
>>7882082
The Blade Itself is a pretty terrible novel, I can hypothetically see why you'd like the first few WoT. At least it has some kind of warhammer type of quality with lots of info on fictional worlds.
Not good, not bad, just alright. I'm several hundred pages in, and it's about 800 pages long. Too much emotional bits (which aren't emotional) and not enough interesting prose, I think. But not too bad. It was good taking things from NYC to Las Vegas, since it's an interesting place, and the West Coast is good.
Anyone read this?
I don't read female "writers" and I think my life is better for it
I would totally like a vigorous femdom handjob from a younger Dona Tartt as she criticises my writing.
>>7881979
>those freckles
if you post more qt grills you can continue this shit thread
Where should I start with Kierkegaard?
Kierkegaard is a spook
Kierkegaard is a gook
In the trash
This nubile young boy approaches you, he's never had a strong male role model in his life and is sensitive, gentle, emotionally open and sexually curious. Though he wears a mask of stern seriousness and cynicism around some, this belies his inner free spirit. He asks you to show him your willie zur macht as he gently brushes his hand against your package. He bites his lip and looks up to you with hope in his eyes.
What do you do?
>>7881760
punch him and call him a fag in front of everyone
I spook him
What do you think of this reading list, /lit/?
>all dune but no destination void
>asimov
>aristotle
>no Harry Potter
dropped
>>7881608
> all dune
>it's an 'all stories at the same, muh hero's journey' writing manual
>>7881437
>two thousand and sixteen years since the birth of our lord and saviour jesus christ
>reading writing manuals
>>7881440
I want to be a screenwriter. Anything I write has to at least superficially conform to this shit or some talentless cunt working as a script reader will have a paint-by-numbers critique of my work that makes no sense to any cultivated person but is enough to put the kibosh on anything.
>write clearly
>use simple words
>this is when you properly use a semicolon
Writing manuals are a bunch of bullshit; they only want to make you write like a and for plebs.
Please post the link to the discordapp.com group chat please. I forgot to bookmark it
>>7881299
only if you proves to be russian like the rest of us
>>7881328
its alexander, please let me in :(
>>7881299
https://discord.gg/0ssJKGTbo2pwEiQC
Hey /lit/, can we have a thread where we post passages of prose (or poetry I guess) which make you feel like pic related?
I'll start:
>"Circumambulate the city of a dreamy Sabbath afternoon. Go from Corlears Hook to Coenties Slip, and from thence, by Whitehall, northward. What do you see?—Posted like silent sentinels all around the town, stand thousands upon thousands of mortal men fixed in ocean reveries. Some leaning against the spiles; some seated upon the pier-heads; some looking over the bulwarks glasses! of ships from China; some high aloft in the rigging, as if striving to get a still better seaward peep. But these are all landsmen; of week days pent up in lath and plaster— tied to counters, nailed to benches, clinched to desks. How then is this? Are the green fields gone?"
And another one, from Faulkner:
>It ran in his knowledge before he ever saw it. It looked and towered in his dreams before he even saw the unaxed woods where it left its crooked print, shaggy, huge, red-eyed, not malevolent but just big—too big for the dogs which tried to bay it, for the horses which tried to ride it down, for the men and the bullets they fired into it, too big for the very country which was its constricting scope. He seemed to see it entire with a child’s complete divination before he ever laid eyes on either—the doomed wilderness whose edges were being constantly and punily gnawed at by men with axes and plows who feared it because it was wilderness, men myriad and nameless even to one another in the land where the old bear had earned a name, through which ran not even a mortal animal but an anachronism, indomitable and invincible, out of an old dead time, a phantom, epitome and apotheosis of the old wild life at which the puny humans swarmed and hacked in a fury of abhorrence and fear, like pygmies about the ankles of a drowsing elephant: the old bear solitary, indomitable and alone, widowered, childless, and absolved of mortality—old Priam reft of his old wife and having outlived all his sons.
The Peregrine is nothing but divine prose
>Cold air rises from the ground as the sun goes down. The eye-burning clarity of the light intensifies. The southern rim of the sky glows to a deeper blue, to pale violet, to purple, then thins to grey. Slowly the wind falls, and the still air begins to freeze. The solid eastern ridge is black; it has a bloom on it like the dust on the skin of a grape. The west flares briefly. The long, cold amber of the afterglow casts clear black lunar shadows. There is an animal mystery in the light that sets upon the fields like a frozen muscle that will flex and wake at sunrise.
>>7881280
Dope. I checked out the goodreads summary:
>From fall to spring, J.A. Baker set out to track the daily comings and goings of a pair of peregrine falcons across the flat fen lands of eastern England. He followed the birds obsessively, observing them in the air and on the ground, in pursuit of their prey, making a kill, eating, and at rest, activities he describes with an extraordinary fusion of precision and poetry. And as he continued his mysterious private quest, his sense of human self slowly dissolved, to be replaced with the alien and implacable consciousness of a hawk.
I have to read this now. Thanks, anon.
