/lit/ - Literature

Should I buy The Public Burning or Middle C?

Where do I start with this fat ugly fuck?

>>12491984
>that's right you beta incel weenies!

>Wild eyes were another sign. It is something I have seldom seen — the expression of an ecstatic state — though much is foolishly written of them, as if they grew like Jerusalem artichokes along the road. The eyes are black, right enough, whatever their normal color is; they are black because their perception is condensed to a coal, because the touch and taste and perfume of the lover, the outcry of a dirty word, a welcome river, have been reduced in the heat of passion to a black ash, and this unburnt residue of oxidation, this calyx, replaces the pupil so it no longer receives but sends, and every hair is on end, though perhaps only outspread on a pillow, and the nostrils are flared, mouth agape, cheeks sucked so the whole face seems as squeezed as a juiced fruit; I know, for once Lou went into that wildness while we were absorbing one another, trying to kiss, not merely forcefully, not the skull of our skeleton, but the skull and all the bones on which the essential self is hung, kiss so the shape of the soul is stirred too, that's what is called the ultimate French, the furtherest fuck, when a cock makes a concept cry out and climax; I know, for more than once, though not often, I shuddered into that other region, when a mouth drew me through its generosity into the realm of unravel, and every sensation lay extended as a lake, every tie was loosed, and the glue of things dissolved. I knew I wore the wild look then. The greatest gift you can give another human being is to let them warm you till, in passing beyond pleasure, your defenses fall, your ego surrenders, its structure melts, its towers topple, lies, fancies, vanities, blow away in no wind, and you return, not to the clay you came from — the unfired vessel — but to the original moment of inspiration, when you were the unabbreviated breath of God.

Why does noone talk about William Gass? He's fantastic.

Now that the Gass has passed, was he America's foremost prose stylist?

Who was America's foremost prose stylist?

R.I.P.

You will be missed.

GASSHOLE

If you think people like this flatulent fat faggot are the greatest that literature has to offer, then you are essentially admitting that literature is a trivial joke of a subject, a fun little pseudo intellectual game to play and nothing more

Where do I start with this fat ugly fuck?

>literally complains about not being able to sit while urinating
Why do you people worship this lazy, emasculated faggot?

Why haven't you read The Tunnel yet?

Which authors write in the Gasseous tradition?

>hurr I don't use commas when listing things and am therefore great prose stylist.

Does he have any redeeming qualities?

Who writes in the Gaseous tradition?

Authors who look like they write?

Is this the year of old, white men?

Why is modern American literature so bloated with footnotes, descriptions, and wikipedia walks?

William Gass likes David Foster Wallace.
http://omeka.wustl.edu/omeka/items/show/3847

What do you have to say now?

>inb4 wtf i hate gass now
>inb4 wtf i like dfw now

where do I start with this fat ugly faggot?

>tfw rejected for nobel prize again

Who are the current living giants of western literature?
>Gass
>McCarthy
>Pynchon
>DeLillo

Who else?

>tfw I'm a legitimately very good writer but I look goofy and unaesthetic af
>tfw Gass is a meme on this website almost solely because he's fat and looks goofy as fuck
>tfw Pynchon, despite his attempts to hide, looks even goofier, and remains forever a "wacky goofster meme" on /lit/
>tfw I can never become a well regarded writer without becoming a goofy meme on this shitty fucking anime website