/lit/ - Literature

>There is a vast world around me with 6 billion people
>This earth has existed for billions years
>Human history has been recorded in written form for 10000 years
>I am connected to all knowledge of all people through a magical electronic device
>Given all this, I still cannot think of a single interesting topic for an article for my high school class

Die, OP.

>Vonnegut ain't got shit on Bukowski
>mfw
I like Bukowski and think he deserves a hell of a lot more credit than he gets, but c'mon man. Vonnegut was a master of the craft.

>>1954042
I know what I'm doing when I do it.

>>1718635
Fuck yeah, anon.

its tiem

>>1433259

>>1428888
>buk

>>1406887
>Ham on Rye by Charles Bukowski

This and Post Office are his best books for very different reasons and I'm glad you liked it and had the balls to say so with /lit/'s obvious bias against him.

>>1117585
>lit class of 2010
>mfw I dropped out cause fuck them

Yeah, it's a fucking writefag thread. Deal with it.
Check out my story, tell me what you think. I basically re-wrote it, been going through a big style change, and it's been revised a little.

All is cool and calm in the room. Marble shines; each white spiderweb crack against the ebony shimmies in the light as he moves to the stall. Gurgles and gassy gasps rumble inside his intestines. Metal gleams and mirrors reflect the dignity of the room free of waterspots. The plain black door squeaks open, the stainless steel handle and bolt spotless and free of even the tell-tale sweat smudges of foreign fingerprints. It's recently cleaned, almost as if specifically for this encounter. It's somehow soothing, no marks of a visitor before him.
And no first flush needed. The white toilet waited. Unbuckled belt, unzipped zipper, pants crumpled down onto the shoes. His head bent down to the tile, it looked serene in the elegant, not-too-bright lighting, soft brown and dull black laid in neat patterns against the larger off-white squares. The bathroom was all class, every part and piece regal, majestic, but not ostentatious. The quiet austere quality of a museum.
His struggle began. So often it was a struggle for him, with grunts and groans signifying each victory or defeat against his troubled digestive tract. Little bubbles of sweat and clenched tugs on the beltloops of his pants revealed his strife.
Silence offers a solace to his private battle with his sphincters. But the comfort is cut short by the barely-audible swing and swish of the door opening. A tiny spot of shame blooms in his chest, the minuscule and muted embarrassment of the presence of someone else. He is not alone, and they must smell the two pitifully small wet farts forced out at the same moment as their arrival.

It's all fucked. Let's drink and laugh about it. Hike your skirt up, whore.

Wade through tedium
and scotch like a river's run,
lowly Factotum.

Never pondered why
Depression great, the world dry
and stale Ham on Rye

He drank more than most,
to a cruel world raised a toast,
clerk of U.S. Post.

>>919623

My God. She's got it and she knows it.

Fuck everyone in this thread.

Depends.

>>699118

>>656893

This is why he drank.

>>647144
>>647157
>>647160

Fuck you cocksuckers, I'm hungover.