/lit/ - Literature

>>8346851
are you that same anon in /fa/ and /his/ who says desu at the end of everything?

>>8352285
>With life poured in stream

I don't like this line. The rest is nice.

https://aunthenticity.wordpress.com/2016/07/27/stheno-2707/

The Picture of Dorian Grey by Oscar Wilde. Been meaning to get to it for some time

>>8305329
You sure do know how to make an exit. Stay clever.

>>8273745

Actually, already read the green book and thought it was interesting as fuck. Pretty Athenian.

https://www.theguardian.com/books/2016/jul/11/novella-by-saddam-hussein-english-translation-game-of-thrones-house-of-cards

Saddam's pre-invasion manuscript is being translated into English and published. Has anyone read any of his other books and know if they're worth reading?

>>8264896
That worked, thanks dude.

Books that I export from calibre aren't showing up on my kindle. Any idea why?
Pic unrelated

>>8243387
shieetttt

So, my friend gifted me infinite jest. Then my sister got me 2666.

I chose 2666 over IJ, and I'm roughly 100 pages in. Impressed so far, even though nothing really happens.

eva braun

>>8232000
But I feel like i should read, i dont know if its out of snobism but I want to be a more intelligent and better person.

Honest question, why is reading important? or what does it add to a human being?

I admire intelectuals but reading is such a chore, why should i even bother and are there any tips?

I only liked pic related best seller

>>8231129

I remember when reading Tao Lin:

Abstruse writing, steam-of-conc, being weird and wonderful (and hiding your laziness), doesn't make for a good novel. Anything longer than 10k words and you lose your reader in navel gazing. Yeah, the odd paragraph of speculative bull is nice, easy to write, nonsensicle. But pick up any novel and you'll find they all have one thing in common: they can wrote plot. And you can't write plot if every other sentence ends in stuff like "you left me behind for nothing".

I like short stories because they allow for introspective, short, get-me-out-of-this-mood relief. But more often than not, the style is too laborious, hedged and thorny to suit a proper 100+ page piece.

>>8231047
Honestly, there's not enough here to assess. Link to a full piece?

Does 4chan filter blog links?

>>8231019
np senpai.

>>8230986
This is what I think when I write:

Would I want to read this:

I normally say yes. I don't look for views on my blog. I write because, if I can see that I've written solidly for a week, I can tell myself I'm not a failure. I can tell my over-achieving girlfriend that I did something today. I can tell my mother that I did some writing. I write to stave off boredom and self-pity.

The question of "Who are YOU?" is simple.

You're you. The only audience is you, the only opinion that really matters is you. Anyone else is just supplementary. You can discard opinion as unnecessary. Listen to your own voice.

I often think: "This is shit". So I delete it all, a thousand words, ten thousand, and start again. But I'll only ever delete my words because I think it's shit, no one else.

>>8230979
I didn't write drunk.

I wrote depressed. My friend just told me his DND blog is getting a 500 print limited release and it made me bitter. So i wrote some fiction. I recently cheated on my gf and hated my life so I had plenty of material.

>>8224165
Is english your first language? It doesn't seem like it, and I wouldn't suggest writing in anything but your native tongue.

>>8230922
I haven't given any crit yet. Link yours and I'll give some? (once again, v drunk)

>>8230883

This is where you work?” “Yeah, it’s not much but it pays the bills, and I have plenty disposable income too if I budget, so…” “It’s so bare…” “They don’t let us decorate.” “Well…I like it. Looks nice. I could really focus here.” We had sex in the corner, then went to a bar. I could see it in her eyes. She knew. I shouldn’t have opened my eyes. I always knew that it’d be there waiting for me. If I didn’t focus I could see it standing behind her. Its eyes are empty. The little voice is screaming at me constantly. Its words are so painful. Raw words, loaded with pain. So much hurt. It fears for me. Or is it fear for itself? If I disappear, it disappears. Where was I…
We had sex in the restroom. She was hungry, so we went for dinner. The food was nice; goulash, I think. She had curry. We ate some mushrooms and went to another bar. We stayed there for a long while. She sucked my dick on the sofas by the back of the bar. It crouched over her, swaying as she swayed, imitating the bobbing of her head. Its hair hung over hers. I could see its teeth. They were so straight. We went home to mine. It sat on her, it gripped her hands. She was sweating and I was sweating too just looking at them entwine. I went to kiss her but pulled back. Its gums were so wide and its eyes so fucking ghastly and open and wide and hungry. We went to bed, and I rolled over, facing my back to her. Her arm rested on my shoulder and it snuggled up behind me. It spooned us and my eyes began to water. In the mirror, all I could see was an eye peering over the chasm of my neck.
I rolled over and kissed them. I flipped it on her back and spread her legs and pulled down my pyjamas. We all sweated bullets. I fucked it until it growled. Its hair was so brittle and raw and strawlike and its face was contorted in some visage of something, something I’m unable to understand. I could taste salt on its breath. Its saliva was so oily. She was always so clean and smooth. Its hair smelt like raw skin and blood and inside it was so hot, spicy and flavourful. I bit down on its neck and drew blood, lapping it up. Hot red and fresh, a grocery store hidden in her neck. I strangled it. It choked and spluttered. I let go before it died. She couldn’t die. It could die. She was smiling at me, somewhere.
The little voice hated me. It wanted me to hurry up and walk into the fire. An oven had opened its heavy metal door and was just waiting for me to crawl inside and join the universe. Nothing but stardust she said. Nothing but dick fluid and momentum it said. Nothing but hatred and numbers the little voice whined. I could feel my circuits cracking.

>more
>v drunk now

>>8230705
I write drunk and edit later. Is this notably drunk? There's a lot more (I'm drunk now).

>>8224165
If I open my eyes, something inside of me tells me that she won’t be there. A little voice droning through a static-y tannoy that seems to know exactly what will go wrong. It’s tickling inside my ears, and I want to just slap my head and silence it. It’s awful and it makes me want to scream, but…I don’t want to wake her. She’s pretty when she sleeps. You can see her eyelids wobbling as she dreams as her eyes try to keep up with all the sheep jumping in her head. Or maybe she’s telling me something? Morse code, hidden in her eyeballs – I wouldn’t but it past her. She’s smart like that; spontaneous, quirky and fun, likes to tease and play cat and mouse. The perfect girl for me. People say I’m boring so a feisty thing like her must be perfect. Of course, if I open my eyes, none of that will be real. She’d be gone, her fluttering eyes will be gone and her mouth will simply be smoke and mirrors, a projection emitted from own bloodshot shutters, with pricks of dust caught suspended in the beam…the low buzz, hum and ticker somewhere off-scene, a conductor whispering to a crowd of shadowed faces. Tell me what you’re thinking, darling. Kiss me and then go back to sleep…what? No, I’m ok, yeah I’m fine. Just, kiss me and close your eyes. There’s nothing to see, the lights are off.

>I can't remember if I spellchecked