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Can I get the best Manifestos of all time? Just read My Twisted Life in it's entirety and it blows my mind that people like this exist.
How long until its western canon if it already isn't.
Do you think Bloom has read it?
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Is anyone on /lit/ a lawyer or currently going through law school? What books, that you've actually read, helped your analytical abilities and actually contributed to your success in a notable way? On the subject, is law school worth it? A lot of people tell me it's not but i really enjoy it. It's honestly a passion. It's all I read about, I stopped reading fiction awhile ago, a-am I doing it right?
I'm applying to law school now and I've heard
"dont do it"
"first year is so hard it'll make you wanna quit, only the hardcore motherfuckers are in it the whole 3 years"
"there's a bubble and too many people with law degrees and they work shit jobs"
"you'll never get rich, just spend the rest of your life in the office"
it all depends on the kind of person you are OP, yes having a large amount of money is something I will be working for, but I'm in your shoes...i truly fucking love law, interpretation, etc..
you live the way the life YOU CHOOSE to live and you can do it many different ways...the way i look at it is:
sure there could be a chance i won't be a millionaire etc like hollywood bullshit tells us, but at least i KNOW i will be happy practicing law and if i get rich in the process or even make enough money to be comfortable then that would be just fucking great!
then again, i am some random replier, take my advice if you'd like...just don't let 4chan /lit/ be the one to tell you what to do, just let it influence you at the least.
>>7850838
Thank you for the advice anon, where were you thinking of applying?
>>7850852
thats classified
Hi /lit/.
I got back into reading a few months ago and it was a really great decision, I feel like I'm always learning new things and it's great. I mostly read non-fictions (cinema theory, I read a few Plato dialogues, Marcus Aurelius' Meditations, a bit of classic poetry or novels.
Problem is, I feel like I'm not reading enough, or not in the best way. I mostly read at uni or in the public transports, almost never at home because I find it hard to focus in such a friendly and everyday environment. Also, I feel like I'm a really slow reader, and if the book is a bit challenging, I suddenly have a lot of troubles focusing.
Is it just normal? Maybe I should simply keep and keep reading? Any advices for a /lit/ pleb who just wants to learn?
Well, better git in your soul.
If you're going to become an avid reader, you'll notice a lot of Changes (Part 1+2) occuring in your life. If you're still going like "Ah...Um..." when picking up a book, reading probably isn't for you.
>>7850682
Charles Dingus
Playwrights get in here. Post an excerpt from the play you're currently writing and be judged harshly.
Here's mine btw:
"How comforting must kindling warmeth fare
to those who kiss goodnight a merry face
yet I must spend this night in grieve alone.
As he who gave a whole life's joy away
is dwelling 'mongst the angels' deathbound light.
A many moons must past 'fore we rejoice.
Ah, you crystal sky! Can you not mend my longing?
Can clouds not siege the pearly gates
and free those who dwell there from their blissful sleep?"
>>7850678
If you decide to go for poetry pay attention to metaphors and to imagery. It is not worth your time writing poetry if it is not filled with imagistic. Verse plays are a hard medium, and you will need to study a lot to learn how to balance a colorfull imagery with everyday speech that makes the action walk foward. It is one of the noblest and hardest mediuns in literature, and it is also currently greatly underrated, so only choose to go for it if you have a strong stomach and pateicne to learn. Read all the great technical books about Shakespeare that you can find (about imagery, versification, rethoric, figures of speech, language, dialogue, etc).
Here is my own work, can I get some critic:
I have never seen in my entire life
The nocturne hour entomb life
In such a complete way with its silence.
The darkness was so dense, so
Thick the grimy blanket of the shadows,
That it even seemed like some God, drunk,
Had knocked down, when he stumbled,
The bucked of nankin in which the night
Wets the brush that invokes the evening hours,
With the black ink of an entire month gorging
A single twilight; or maybe some
Ambassador of the skies, some minister
Of the clouds has spilled the cup
Of coffee that he was sipping above
The atmosphere, frightening the timid world
Of us mortals, that do not comprehend anything
Of the clergy and the politics of the heavens,
Of the gears and wheels that operate the universe.
(original is in Portuguese)
>>7850662
How different would you guys say playwriting and screenwriting are?
Kant is the most important philosopher ever and critique of pure reason is the most important book ever written.
prove me wrong.
He's one of the more important philosopher in the Western tradition, definitely. You can make a pretty strong case for Descartes as well.
Anyway the way this works is that you prove your point, not us disproving it.
Hegel says nein
Kant is the least important philosopher ever and critique of pure reason is the least important book ever written.
prove me wrong.kill yourself
How you feel with thought that even literature excluded you?
>>7849707
just as much should include you, if not: write it.
>>7849707
Glad that I'm not the sort of lobotomized /pol9k/ frogfaggot who'd make this thread.
>>7850043
>implying that human experience isnt limited and everlasting going circles through all or most of peoples lives
Say what you want about Will Self but this made me laugh a lot!
>>7849528
Just the cover by the way
haven't actually read the book
>>7849529
lel
wouldn't read shitty Will Self
Hello /lit/,
How do you develop the discipline and concentration to read deeply and with concentration. When I was an early teen I used to read books again and again. Most importantly, I would often lie down and simply think about what I read for hours.
I've just realized that I cannot read for more than an hour continuously, and it takes me a while to get back to it. I literally never am staring into the blankness contemplating, it's always staring at a screen- a phone, a kindle or a desktop.
How do I pick up the pieces of my life and get back to living thoughtfully. How do I regain my concentration? I am asking because I read some of what I've written and I realize that it has kinda started to relect my personality.
I became an avid reader like three months ago and I can't stop. I stopped watching tv and I don't spend much time on 4chan anymore.
Here's how I did it.
-Remember the average person reads like zero books a year. If you read 5 pages a day, you are 5 pages above the average person
-Don't force yourself to read. Commit to read 5 pages a day. I swear after three days you'll feel like reading more and after a month or so you should be reading 50-100 pages a day for pleasure
-Read various books at the same time. When I grab a difficult book or one that makes me sleepy I grab another and switch. This should refresh your head. Keep them thematically different. I read economics and fiction.
-It isn't a race. Reading slowly won't make you sleepy that fast. Try to acknowledge what books are for you to read fast and which aren't.
-Buy the physical copies. When you get the books from your own money you'll feel the need to read them to avoid the feel of wasting your money.
-Start with books highly discussed here so you feel motivated to discuss.
Go somewhere that there are no screens to distract you.
>>7849472
this is important, where you are reading is critical.
also OP you are going to want to start meditating. you are on the brink of destroying your mind by never allowing your mind to be quiet and filling every second of your day with a screen. i bet you probably feel as if you're less imaginative than you hoped, feel like your thinking is less clear than it could be.
there's two ways to fix this and need to be done together. start turning your electronics OFF and dedicating serious time to reading. then start meditating. there are a million ways to start but just pick one. listening to guided meditations helps a great deal, but either way take your first steps now. meditation is one of the only ways short of handfuls of adderall that will fix your mind and save it from the bowl of porridge that it is currently becoming. i'm serious about this. you already know you have a problem and you need to go directly to the source: practice stillness and you will regain concentration and imagination.
You guys don't actually buy into this relativist non sense do you? I mean, I could see ethics and morality being relative to some extent (though to be honest, I'm still on the fence as far as absolute vs relative morality), but "theres no facts"? That's fucking ridiculous and sounds like a potentially dangerous line of thinking
>in b4 you can't actually prove anything lol David Hume XD XD
Im aware from a philosophical stand point that theres no basis for really believing anything, but philosophy aside, the universe is clearly consistent to some extent and objectivity clearly exists
Have you even actually read Nietzsche? or only this image? If the former, then go read Gadamer or Heidegger, and you'll get a better understanding of what that statement in particular is getting at.
Nietzsche is a faggot but he's basically right (although probably for the wrong reasons). The senses and "reason" are both equally imprecise, so there's no way to be 100% sure of something. However, we'd all just sit around twiddling our thumbs if we acted on this, so for pragmatic purposes we have to at least pretend that certainty is possible.
So, what's the next Thomas Pynchon novel going to be set around?
Japanese insurance adjuster
It's called infinite jest. He basically rewrites the novel to show the world how a guy with talent would have done it
Where do you get your steaming hot cups of ideology?
no marxist/leftist sources thats for damn sure
from this book and nowhere else.
Just finished the second draft of my story, boys.
Here it is:
They've landed in an unusual position. James' bare ass is flat on the floor, getting all slippery and sticky with mint scented soap, and Carlos' bare ass is on top of, well, almost on top of James' dick. He's straddling him, thighs tight around James' waist, tensed against impending impact with the tiles. If it weren't for the fact that James had instinctively put a hand out to protect his junk, Carlos would be squishing his cock or worse. Come to think of it, though, it wouldn't really be worse, because a lot of people seem to like that and maybe he could too. He'll try anything once.
"Fancy meeting you here." He says, imitating the porno Kendall managed to score off one of the guys who worked at the record company. He isn't a girl, obviously, and James isn't a sexy, ripped Latino janitor with long flowing hair, but he likes their version better.
James looks at him and he smiles because it's okay, he doesn't mind, and then one of James' fingers, slick and cold from spilled shampoo, slips into him, through no fault of James' own. Carlos has all his weight on his friend, on his hand, so it makes sense that his shifting around would cause some slippage. He's not quite sure if he likes this, it's very intrusive, like the time the doctor shoved a thermometer up his butt. He'd rather get up and take his shower, maybe kiss a little, get to second base, third if he can manage to stay awake long enough. He's not ready to go all the way; James hasn't even bought him dinner yet. He learned from his brief stint as a Jennifer that only real sluts sleep with a guy before he pays for a meal or two. "Nggh." James has like three fingers in him now, stretching him open and it burns. The extra two fingers aren't an accident. "No." His voice is a high pitched whine, not very convincing.
He tries to stand up, but the floor is slippery as unpolished ice and James puts his free hand on his thigh to push him down further and madre de díos, he's stuffed too full too fast. He feels like his poor culo is going to split at the seams. This is going too quick for him to properly adjust, he's too tight inside, never had anything inside him before. "James, cut it out."
"I'm more than halfway in, you'll like it, I promise." James isn't even close to halfway in; his dick isn't even near Carlos' asshole. As experienced as he may be James doesn't appear to be very good at this, or even know the logistics of gay sex.
Suddenly the bathroom goes white hot and blinding and Carlos' eyes try to roll back into his head as his eyelids snap closed reflexively. Holy shit, he gets what James is doing now, and his ass wants to cry. He's heard about this before, in the way that kids hear about the Chupacabra and Big Foot, more of a myth than a fact, something scary told late at night.
>>7850671
"This is impossible." He squeaks, really, really, impossibly full, stretched to his limits, five fingers are too many, too much, way bigger than a dick.
"Nah." James shushes him, kisses him on the mouth, licks along his bottom lip.
"Oh fuck." He clutches at James' bare shoulders, digs his fingers into the muscle, clinging for dear life. James can't really think this is going to work. Five fingers are one thing, but he still has the widest part of his fist to work in, and there's just no way. Carlos may have gotten a C in science class but he paid enough attention to know that a hand is too big to fit in someone's ass, especially his ass. He knows what can go inside his ass. James' fist is not one of those few things.
"Almost there." James isn't as encouraging as he thinks he is. Carlos can barely breathe, can't get enough traction with his feet to stand up and get this fist out of him.
"Dude, it can't fit." James is going to see he's wrong and Carlos isn't going to walk for a week and it's going to suck for both of them.
Apparently, it really can. James curls his fingers in towards his palm and pushes his hand forward in a slow, steady motion, rubbing the bowstring tight muscles in his belly as they quiver, his ass efficiently stuffed full of fist.
"Told ya it could." He wants to hit James for being so smug when he is never going to be able to poop or sit or walk again.
"Now what?" He speaks in pants, growing accustomed to the feel and kind of enjoying it, as much as he can enjoy it, anyways.
"This." James moves his hand back, then forwards, in pulses of motion, unclenching and clenching his fist for fun, just to torture him. Carlos thinks he might be dying again and if he is, he wants to continue this awesomely weird death. James has his hand in him to the wrist, twists and pushes, strokes him from the inside out. James catches his thumb on something and presses, firm and deliberate, and then he's coming so hard he could go blind from losing too much semen, if that old wives tale holds true, and given the results of this whole fisting thing, it probably will.
"Jesus Christ." James works his hand out gently, nuzzles his face into the curve of Carlos' throat.
"Get up."
"What, why?" He couldn't get up if he wanted to and he doesn't want to. He wants to stay on the floor with James, scoot closer to the warmth of his skin.
"I'm hoping this time you'll fall on my dick."
- Fin -
>>7850675
>>7850671
DELETE THAT
Are there any english translations of Finnegan's Wake?
>>7850344
is this shit real
What is the pom-bears of literature?
PG Wodehouse
>Happy despite its misfortune
>Everybody likes them
>Childhood innocence
>Lazy feels
>Vaguely unsettling German association we're willing to forgive
>>7850291
KEK
>>7850291
/thread
There is no topping this answer
I'll only bring myself to read this book if you convince me it's secretly about homosexual desires.
it's melville so of course it is. go crazy.
The first hundred pages are about sharing a bed with a guy who eats man flesh, penetrates things for a living, and is looking forward to chasing giant sperms
you know that in the opening chapters the uptight (at that point) narrator shares a bed with a big sexy black man and they become special 'friends', right?
