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Is it true that Lermontov wrote homoerotic poetry?

Literally a balls-to-the-wall sociopath.

Has anyone here found any authors like Lermontov at least like a hero of our time cause that's all I've read of his, I'd like to read them
Anything from Chinese authors?

>>17811429
How do I start reading?

In the past I read books purely as a form of entertainment,but after studying literature extensively I can't avoid reading books in a critical manner(And I don't think anything worthwhile actually). For instance I read Notes of the Underground last month and I kept thinking:" Here is a critique of French and Europan illuministic thinking!" instead of enjoying the book. Right now I'm reading Lermontov and I can't help but think "these landscapes descriptions are very Romantic!" I can't actually enjoy books for what they are anymore but instead I analyse and pigeonhole them.

>>16808993
A lonely sail is flashing white
Amdist the blue mist of the sea!…
What does it seek in foreign lands?
What did it leave behind at home?..

Waves heave, wind whistles,
The mast, it bends and creaks…
Alas, it seeks not happiness
Nor happiness does it escape!

Below, a current azure bright,
Above, a golden ray of sun…
Rebellious, it seeks out a storm
As if in storms it could find peace!

>>15964207
>fights because he literally cannot stop bantering a LARPer
>dies

>>14207427

Forgot pic. It's a painting but he was a good looking dandy and one of the most famous of the russian golden age writers.

>destroys the entirety of anglophone poetry
why is it that English being the ugliest and unwieldiest of languages somehow looked at as having good poets.
99% of english poetry is dogshit. Shakesman was a whack who literally had to make up thousands of words so that people wouldn't see through his bullshit writing which is just barely above fetishist fanfiction. The only decent poet in whole of England was Wordsworth while America had Whitman being quasi-innovative nevermind him being a degenerate.

>>14158215
Most likely

did you hear, my chemical romace is on tour again

Who are some other writers like Lermontov? Or books like A Hero of Our Time? Looking for dark Byronic figures not written by w*men or as Dumas-esque caricatures

At sixteen Lermontov fell in love with Yekaterina Sushkova (1812–1868), a friend of his cousin Sasha Vereshchagina, whom he often visited in Srednikovo village. Yekaterina failed to take her suitor seriously and in her "Notes" described him thus:

>At Sashenka [Vereshchagina]'s I often met her cousin, a clumsy bow-legged boy of 16 or 17, with reddened eyes, which were clever and expressive nevertheless, who had a turned-up nose and caustic sneer... Everybody was calling him just Michel and so did I, never caring about his second name. Assigned to be my 'errand boy' he was carrying my hat, umbrella and gloves, leaving them behind from time to time... Both Sashenka and I, while giving him credit for his intelligence, still treated him like a baby which drove him mad. Trying to be perceived as a serious young man, he recited Pushkin and Lamartine and never parted with a huge volume of Byron.

This is me. Literally me. No other character can come close to relating to me like this. There is no way you can convince me this is not me. This character could not possibly be anymore me. It's me, and nobody can convince me otherwise. If anyone approached me on the topic of this not possibly being me, then I immediately shut them down with overwhelming evidence that this character is me. This character is me, it is indisputable. Why anyone would try to argue that this character is not me is beyond me. If you held two pictures of me and this character side by side, you'd see no difference. I can safely look at this character every day and say "Yup, that's me". I can practically see this character every time I look at myself in the mirror. I go outside and people stop me to comment how similar I look and act to this character. I chuckle softly as I'm assured everyday this character is me in every way. I can smile each time I get out of bed every morning knowing that I've found my identity with this character and I know my place in this world. It's really quite funny how similar this character is to me, it's almost like we're identical twins. When I first saw this character, I had an existential crisis. What if this character was the real me and I was the fictional being. What if this character actual became aware of my existence? Did this character have the ability to become self aware itself?

>>11333271
>In 1913, Jünger was a student at the Hamelin gymnasium. In November, he travelled to Verdun and enlisted in the French Foreign Legion for five years. Stationed in a training camp at Sidi Bel Abbès, Algeria, he deserted and travelled to Morocco, but was captured and returned to camp. Six weeks later, he was dismissed from the Legion due to the intervention of the German Foreign Office, at the request of his father, on the grounds of being a minor.

I hope I will have time to write in the deserts of Africa