/lit/ - Literature

And so, that day where I finally decided that maybe prosefags were having a point where I should read some elite prose writer. After some consideration I decided to check out a massive masterpiece from the best of american prose masters. And then I decided to watch in my laptop that I bought like 3 months ago using a credit line in a colombian supermarket. The afternoon was clearly hot and sunny.
I started listening some old boomer, which -for my taste- had a wonderful grandpa voice on his lectures and readings of the novel. His voices was sweet and basically reminded me of those old tales where in my imagination, some senile old warrior during the crusades, were telling his grandsons in a cold winter about his defeat of Saladino.
My first thought was that it was a bit long, with 11 lectures of like 90 minutes on average.
Then I listened.
The prose, while professional and clearly from someone who has more than a decade writing, seemed good. But It wasn't the elite level I was expecting from the bragging of prosefags, and their claims that prose was the ultimate defeat over plotters, and that literature was the real of the pantser erotic and passionate impulses to bring ideas from the real of the platonic fetiches.
But I kept listening to the smooth voice.
Then I took my dog to shit and stroll for a bit while imagining the rules he were using.
Eventually I realized that nobody on this forsaken board knows anything technical about writing if they consider such prose to be a technical feat, where instead, his prose is just the schizo ramblings -so called steam of conciouness- and some basic editing of just the same type of prose I am writing now.
So retarded, I kept repeating to myself, until I cracked a jiggle to myself, before opening discord to check out the last porn pictures of hot furry girls that were showcased to the furry AI discord.
Lmao, what a bunch of retards if they think such prose can defeat me, lol, I kept mustering for my own self the rest of the day.