/lit/ - Literature

>>18010521
Well, nothing. I pledge thanks to each meal for keeping me alive, though I doubt making a ceremony of it will keep the fattiness or tarter off, or beat an orderly trail out without much of a fuss.

>>16362515
He’s not me. He’s the first guy calling me “demon spawn”

>>15203026
WHERE THE FUCK IS CHAPMAN

>>14580675

....But bounds to fill the city
Yet had, incongruently spilling; ink
Stain, blotched and bleeding upon charted maps,
Until each fresh build there is pressed on rote,
And floods thus forth in controlled measure,
In honour and in majesty before
Such as is He; that channelled path for life,
The aqueduct of Valens (Silvius
Long since in current), cleaving through the webbed
Arachnoid streets arowed, in granulations
Of glimmering streets paved, gem-stoned to opal,
Illuding thoughts of grandeur – jest of gods –
This as fit haunt of gods – but tracks of men.
And Grace was those who builded marvelled mirrors
Of God’s inherent absolute pleasantry;
“I have thus conquered thee, O Solomon!”
As plode majestic Justinian; Words
Of his nigh reaching blasphemy, as damned
As one can be, yet even by a secret
Made history, secreted lies by sweat
Of man’s deceit – that Greek, who shall unnamed
Remain, that from whom is expunged. He who
At once could forth speak praise and then, shoot
Out lies, like when a man upon a lake
In crazed due, stamps in fiercest rage the ice
On which his feet are planted; then decries
That he did fear phantasmagorias
Forlorn of self-devise; and when the plunge
Does come, breaks, sobs that fate had forced his pen,
That duty had inspired his breast to write,
And each fresh exultation was expired
Afore it had even full passed his lips.
Without therein, accounts of Constantinople
Would fairer seem; the canonized bones fraught
Would lighter hang, and out would speak poets
Of prose, and better men, that that of earth
And ash should call its purpose clear to all;
....

>>14276280
Myself as undisputed first
Saint John
Melville
Milton
Chapman
Mann

I am struggling to see people as persons, I’d not say I see them as personnes either – and far from just personality; I almost view them as nothing but a single dimension (mark – not 1D in themselves) but not so far as to say disconnect with humanity. I look at people around me, and can’t help but recall a certain physiognomic thought, that their face is half their brain, and without either the other would be unrecognisable to me. It seems too extreme to put to words, and to put to words what I feel is an endless struggle for me; these people seem to be not real – but their reality is assured in their face and mind – isn’t this odd. How can I reconcile their non-existence with definite reality – they exist in reality but not in my mind (and I incline to Anslem here) – or perhaps the other way. Hoc tantum possum dicere: non amo te.

>>14232009
> A tantalizing hope: A wholly different state than any of the others, written and unwritten. A satire of conscience drawing me to visualize a place for me, in which I am comfortable, stable; economically – mentally – two pillars of masculinity – in touch with my mother – my father - spiritually - corporeally - and I will say the woman – Cleo – came again – but I can’t be certain it was her – but by god the beauty in the dream – I keep seeing the sea – the coast – in my dreams – this one no exception – and gazing out across it – at evening – Cleo gone – the gulls crying for the loss – rocks in wonderous pillars and formations – low tide – a salt pillar – orange-pink – dazzily sky – I want to see it again – to see it for real – even in the dream I had a faux awakening – and knew that that had been a dream – the non-dream-dream even worse than the former – I miss it all – the adventure – the originality – unadulterated emotion. A state that has a burning sun, a gleaming sea. No sorrow, no weariness. Just an overwhelming contentment for my helm and captain, a sensation of flavors, dropped upon my tongue by the sublime.

>>14234495
It’s a fragile “spirit”

Neck-jack is a fraud meme btw

>>14177565
Α α Β β Γ γ Δ δ Ε ε Ζ ζ Η η Θ θ Ι ι Κ k Λ λ Μ μ Ν ν Ξ ξ Ο ο Π π Ρ ρ Σ σ;ς Τ t Υ υ Φ φ Χ x Ψ ψ Ω ω

>>14177221
C H A P M A N

>>14136584
To completion? Or just the last book who's pages I set my eyes upon?

The Former: Homer, Iliad
The Latter: Plato, Theaetetus

Whomever the judgement falls upon; I am ostensibly ruined