/lit/ - Literature

>>7916142
Cormac McCarthy and Bill Burroughs. I'm not as concerned about the latter tendency, but the former is something I've tried to dial down. Seems like I have to check myself every time I start writing about urban decay or meth heads and end up blathering on about the terrible glory of the gods and the stars fixed in portentous heavenwise spins and all unknowable things men strain to grasp with rifted minds and hands too palsied to hook the truth. Things we'd not deign to know and who would ask us but to hear none but lies harbored in strange mouths that sculpt with tongues the profane ends in creation's harebrained mind?