/lit/ - Literature

How do I become more Waldunian?

Place commas wherever you so please.

Why can't he pronounce the sound of 'th' holy shit. "I'm reading dis book, de book was really good" kek

>>18937344
>>He never married.

We get it. Waldun is an ESL Ching-Chang-Chonger larping as a Beatnik to mask his own feelings of inferiority and F. Gardner's an autismotron. It was funny for a couple weeks, now it's just cringe.
Every thread with someone genuinely asking for a book recommendation has at least one retard who thinks they're funny replying with Call of the Crocodile, or Gook Kerouac's vomit inducing visage.
I know it's reassuring to have Waldun around so you know you're not King of the Psueds, and I know I'm gonna have all the "SUPAR FUNNAY WALDUNCHADS" replying to this.
> HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA. NO, NO, NO. WALDUN'S TH— TEHEHEHEHEHE. WALDUN'S THE NEXT THEROUX. HE'S SINGLE HANDEDLY REVIVING THE BEAT MOVEMENT WITH HIS PROSES. GET IT? GET IT? BECAUSE HIS WRITING IS SHIT AND WE'RE PRETENDING LIKE IT IS. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.
Yes, we get it, his writing is shit. He's a pretentious twit who got big on youtube by making High School age Tumblr girls feel smart and well-read with his bonehead musings on 20th Century Literature, now they all cream up at the sight of his tweed blazers and self-published trash.

>>18750920
Feels good bro, kills you inside to see people creating while you sit on the sidelines with:
>no women
>no fast cars
>no adventurous life
I bet you wear two masks and are fully vaccinated like a faggot

>>18748506
Need a Waldun / Gardner crossover

>>18737974
Go go go! You can do it anon!

>>18728456

I’m genuinely trying to comprehend the maniacal obsession with Waldun. You talk about him at least twice as much as any other author. Why?

Does he make you seethe?

>>18708096
I can't wait!!!!!!!

We have derailed the hate for our hero.

RC Waldun... the voice of the post-generation generation

I've pondered this question many a night as I dallied most mincingly in the Eucalyptus and chow mein-scented gardens of Australia's parks... a leather bound volume tucked under my arms as a talisman to the muses. In these hallowed places sleep great thoughts, until I crack the antiquated volume and it sings anew! This visitation by the spirit of the *liber*--as the marble-assed, ripe redmouthed Romans poets called books--tickled my ear whispering the secrets of love:

God is a poet; Love is his verse.

L'Acadmie. Soon.

Hey /lit/ as you know L'Académie is coming out (ahah) soon :°)
What would be Waldun's results on the MBTI scale?
Also what's his astro sign?

Waldun has a round, noble face, a low forehead obscured in parts by a shaggy mass of hair. He speaks quickly and with passion. But an unexpected interruption prevents us from conversing on video, and we move then directly to text.

>Your interests?

Setting aside the work of writing, which for me is very arduous and meticulous, then all that remains is Youtube, which is how I make my living, the Romance languages, and a great love of reading and automobiles. I seem to be not a bad driver.

>You have been accused of being “un-Australian.”

Ridiculous! I’ve been accused of having been influenced by writers whom I don’t even know. In fact, it would be perhaps accurate to talk of a French influence: I love Flaubert and Proust. It’s curious, but I felt a closeness to Western culture while I was still in China. Here in Australia, on the other hand, I haven’t consciously learned anything, yet I’ve felt most keenly the fascination of Goethe and, more recently, Chekhov.

>Recently you’ve taken up visiting the more squalid areas of your city.

It’s hard to explain. Perhaps there’s more significance and interest to be found in a person’s suffering than in a tranquil life. Human nature reveals itself more fully—I think that’s it. There’s something enthralling about suffering. Right now I’m writing a novel, L’Academie. It’s narrated in the first person. It is the story of great internal suffering in a “messed up” world.

>What are your working methods?

In what I write? Mood plays the central role, while everything that comes from pure reason recedes into the background. The ideas of both my novels formed unexpectedly, born in a minute. That’s important. All that remains is to expose the photographic plate, which has been fixed somewhere deep inside. Everything’s there already, all the main elements; I need only to write the novel itself, to do the hard technical work. An author in the course of his work never identifies himself with the main characters of the novel; his hero lives an independent, autonomous life; everything in this life is predetermined, and no one has the capacity to alter its measured course. The initial impetus is paramount. There are writers who look upon their work as trade: each day a certain number of pages must be written. But I believe in a kind of inner intuition, in writerly inspiration.

>Sunset found her squatting in the grass, groaning. Every stool was looser than the one before, and smelled fouler. By the time the moon came up, she was shitting brown water. The more she drank the more she shat, but the more she shat, the thirstier she grew.

>We had stayed up all night, my friends and I, under hanging mosque lamps with domes of filigreed brass, domes starred like our spirits, shining like them with the prisoned radiance of electric hearts. For hours we had trampled our atavistic ennui into rich oriental rugs, arguing up to the last confines of logic and blackening many reams of paper with our frenzied scribbling.

Start with the pseuds

The Beat Generation. https://youtu.be/6qRWrPDNbGw

You will never have the balls to expose your mediocrity to the world like this man does.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gG55KF8w_fw

Why is he so annoying?

Has anybody ever noticed that precocious writers always die young? Novalis, Shelley, Rimbaud... The higher & younger the talent, the sooner they die. It's a damn curse. I'm only warning you, chinese boy, I desire your best.