/lit/ - Literature

>>18056164
I think you’ll be okay anon. Just go on tinder and get over her.

>any progress on your novels?
As for this question, I shall hazard to lean into the affirmative; there has been much thoroughfare and disturbances that kept me from writing, such as mother’s encroachments into the basement where I dwell and fashion epic journeys of my anti-hero, Testero, as he battles against the chaotic feminine; however, there’s been just as much progress, a linear advancement in my plot, for each altercation that has held me back, as, for instance, in my writing of the mantra, “Shantih,” over and again in the last section of my novel par excellence — reflecting not only a meta textual echo of Eliot’s “Wasteland” but also a cosmological topos of the spiritual multiverse from which my titular anti-hero quests and conquers metaphysically... albeit the progress is not ideal, I have mustered enough glyphs and constructed whole sentences, creating links to make sumptuous paragraphs, such that my novel amounts to two whole Infinite Jests, the marker of any great American novel qua door stopper... Testero seems to be my own stand-in, a writing into the world of letters and text, which can only be gestured towards with the words: “discernment of talent” .... uh, the critics are going to have a hard time understanding what high wires of textual acrobatics I am doing, since they are not maestros as I am, yet my progress will be recognised as a canonical work in a century or two, when the great literary critics war falls in the side of post-formalist distant reading, and I can once again enjoy the creative heights on Dante knew, and perhaps Toole, those heroes of virtue — one of unrequited love, the other of being the best lurker this world has ever seen — and I shall know what God decided of this world as he will explains his ways to me, a Bard of Bards, and I can take my seat next to Calliope up in the starry heavens above... that’s how my progress has been, such as it is.