/lit/ - Literature

What is a literary complement to decadent and kitschy Orientalist academic art of the late 19th century?

>>10908501

Revolt in the Desert - Lawrence

>>10898829

unironically the case

I have been given something interesting
or I have found it in my travels
of this
I am unsure
and in this
lies the gift//
My feet cross above the couch as I lay
the book sprawls itself open on my lap
and warm coffee slides into my internals
spreading - by association - its atomical vibrations

How could the world possibly go about doing anything that it wished.
That its inhabitants wished. Each separately. So separated.
They eat at each other's visions until they can see no longer.
And then they cry from eyes that have lost their purpose. Purposefully?
I'd hope not.
How could you make that decision.
Really though, it's quite understandable.
It's the most understandable!
How could you not understand it.
How could you not, not understand it?
These are the ways of our people of the world who have stricken themselves with the flash they may or may not have chosen for themselves.
Sometimes it is a dream.
Faint image come grown from hard ground unwatered by clueless parents.
Not for me. The clue was there.
And every voice had this inside of it.
Every voice's pearl shimmered and mocked my inability to hear my own as another.
As something outside.
This is how I understood the impossible quest that has destroyed our people. Because only a few of us have reached and gained and created temples of moonlight that they will ever, ever - possibly? - quite not. - achieve.
And it is crushing.
They have been crushed under the weight of levity.
Their boots are too heavy to float alongside the masters that taunt.
They are being bullied and there is very little hope that they will ever, - possibly? - quite not. - see it any other way.

Investigating the Source of Trouble

What's this?
Did it kill the cat?
Would a more passive approach pass the test?
Test givers.
Coming up short, not the best livers are they.
Seemingly atop.
In essence, empty chalk.
My favorite types of people
are these
eye deniers
for several minutes of the day
at most, ten.
Point five percent of every session
flipped upon its head
must be for both the parties
the greatest art of all:
pretend!