/lit/ - Literature

>>11943380

>>11790535
Niggers can't read and you expect them to write?

>Oh, the prose is gorgeous!

>>11198073
>Simone Weil

>>10485340
i like how ciara from r9k is the default image for these kinds of posts

>>10470816

I don't even fucking know what poetry is desu. what makes the divine comedy an "epic poem" rather than just an "epic"?

From a pure intuitive perspective does anyone struggle, despite fierce attempts to rationalize, the feeling that Death isn't just void and nothing?
It might have to do with having a near death experience, alongside psychedelics but its this near unshakable feeling for me. Perhaps because of how impossible it is to wrap my head around infinity, besides the startling lack of uniqueness of all of us: people live and die who, culture independent, looked the same as you, had the same personality e.t.c. Now I'm not religious but there's something about that that does fillsme with uncertainty, rather than nihilism. The sheer fact I'm alive could easily be reduced to scientific terms but man I dunno...

anyone else feel me?

>>10396282
This is a grandiose and I feel reaches a bit over its weight, ambitious but unsuccessfully so and therefore pretentious.
>the immensity
Of the individual

Just feel too inflated for me, I admire you aiming for profundity but I don't think you can jump into a poem like that, it's too pompous imo.

Same with phrases like
>the infinite below/above

It's a tad airy fairy, and a fairly boring expression imo.

Your ending is interesting, but I I feel the technical terminology don't work with the fairly romantic imagery you seem to be aiming for in the first stanza. Don't wanna be a hater, just some thoughts.


Poem for ya:

Moods are a dance!
To live is to dart between motions
loosely trained to reason.

When faultlines show swing over them,
most days I’m planted six feet deep -
blood vessels swell and rush into my temple.
My neighbours say “Put on a show!”
and so I drink and dance it off
cursing my ailments and
the pending morning.

I'll awake and dance again
with fitful grins through every door
I waltz where the world guides me;
my pocket dust is glitter.
The world is treated by my dance
and I squint through it darkly:
scanning for dissidents if not an bridge.
This dance indulges me too much,
I’m sick with it its dark magic that mans
my bones and breath,
then softly
wrecks my mind.

Dance oh dance ah
never in time or tandem
in rhythms too quick to
catch from sure falls.

>>10382464
>Can you believe this has sold tens of thousands?
Yes absolutely, if you hadn't noticed culture is in a rather dire state.

>>9894890

You win. You are very right-wing and /pol/ are leftists compared to you. Whatever.

My hairline is receding and my stomach is expanding.

>>9474852
>literally the perfect girl for me in every way
>her favorite author is stephen king

considering murder-suicide desu