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>> No.2384564 [View]
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If you don't have strong opinions and valid points nobody is going to give a single fuck. Judging from your posts so far, things look rather shabby. You have that New Stench on you too; you haven't seen /lit/ cycling in and out of tripfags before if you assume any of what is happening in the board is in any sense novel. I wouldn't be suprised if you hadn't lurked here for more than a month.

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does anyone else get angry when you hear over and over how everyone is reading the same piece of popular fiction? The ones that may have been sleeping for a bit but hit the people like gangbusters after some weird publicity?
I do.
Right now its The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo

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alright /lit/ i need a good book to read, something that will open me up. something to make me think.

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You can't order a poem like you order a taco.
Walk up to the counter, say, "I'll take two"
and expect it to be handed back to you
on a shiny plate.

Still, I like your spirit.
Anyone who says, "Here's my address,
write me a poem," deserves something in reply.
So I'll tell you a secret instead:
poems hide. In the bottoms of our shoes,
they are sleeping. They are the shadows
drifting across our ceilings the moment
before we wake up. What we have to do
is live in a way that lets us find them.

Once I knew a man who gave his wife
two skunks for a valentine.
He couldn't understand why she was crying.
"I thought they had such beautiful eyes."
And he was serious. He was a serious man
who lived in a serious way. Nothing was ugly
just because the world said so. He really
liked those skunks. So, he re-invented them
as valentines and they became beautiful.
At least, to him. And the poems that had been hiding
in the eyes of skunks for centuries
crawled out and curled up at his feet.

Maybe if we re-invent whatever our lives give us
we find poems. Check your garage, the odd sock
in your drawer, the person you almost like, but not quite.
And let me know.

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