/lit/ - Literature

>>7915404
To do what? In a neoliberal and utilitarian framework, everything is measured with money. Everything has a monetary value, is quantified. At the end, you might as well just hoard more money, it's all the same.

And, if you were a true supporter of capitalism, you should keep hoarder. As Max Weber wrote, the only concern of a capitalistic is to make more money. Other freedoms may come after, or they may never come.

>>3656595
+ Preludes, The Waste Land, and Four Quartets.

>>3579231
>>3579259
thanks guys, much appreciated

>>3517666
thanks anon, i actually have the whole text if you'd be interested. it was supposed to end but then my friends liked it so i might just keep going.

here's the whole thing, anyway:
http://pastebin.com/dBrLLiLF

cheers
(also English isn't my native language, so pls b kind)

>ITT: first sentence, line or paragraph from your current writing project.

I have Jim Belushi arms, and that's good, because now I'm in a diner in middle America, not knowing why.

>>2864886
liking Eliot is one of the most hipster things you can do. Even Pound had more talent, lol. Sylvia Plath is a better poet than Eliot. Hughes, Rilke and Pessoa are far better.
>>2864888
What talent does he have?
>>2864889
yeah, there'll all kinda low

Are there any books that capture the emotion and feeling of "Love Song Of J. Alfred Prufrock"? I really love the poem, and would like to find a novel to meet that lonely feeling.

What does /lit/ think of this? The ending is a bit different from the subject, but its explainable through a few lines

Written in black and white, a gentle touch that brings to life
An elaborate finger’s movement draws a simple emotion
An impulse of longing, which calms the fears of forgetting
And from the ear’s sensitivity, lingers on a second’s memory
And eternally engraved, written in chords and octaves
A dance upon the grand, hands resurrecting Chopin


And to converse of how I interpret this sonata’s tune
And to reflect on who I am, who understands my truths
And without hesitation, accept them without question
To be a Glaucon, to whom I structure my thoughts on
I project myself, the figure to be, the listener of my speeches


“I hold a sentiment that disappears in a moment’s notice
Like the night given to a moonlit view, I become in tuned
With an elusive thought, that forgoes my daytime love
Of my inner conflict of ideas and desires, like metal in a fire
That refines bronze and iron, my logic and knowledge
I forgo for the romance of seeing life with feeling hands”
And with articulate passion, words said becomes more lasting
Upon the mind that wanders, forgetting its previous wonders

Sorry if this sounds too much like homework

Like I said, I can throw together a boring life summary easily, but I want to make something that stands out