/lit/ - Literature

>>16275977
It’s a joke thread.

No. That’s always been to spur you into seeking it

You’re an emotional coward, but if you want to live your life empty of that, fine. Not going to judge you. This world’s future is uncertain. Feel love, abstract love, for all and you’ll be alright.
Read some poetry

>>12750712
>>12750751
>>12750756
Who?

Tom Bombadil

I can't wait to read some poetry by walt whitman, once my book arrives. I read a review by harold bloom on the back of a book of one of my favorite poets; fernando pessoa. "The amazing Portugues Poet, Fernando Pessoa ... as a fantastic invention surpasses any creation by Borges ... Pessoa was neither mad nor a mere ironist; he is Whitman reborn, but a Whitman who gives separate names to 'my self,' 'the real me' or 'me myself,' and 'my soul,' and writes wonderful books of poetry for all of them." Harold Bloom, THE WESTERN CANON.

I also did some research and learned that Pessoa was heavily influenced by Walt Whitman. I bought myself an easton press edition of leaves of grass, as well as a very cheap copy of the complete poems and selected prose of walt whitman.

Harold Bloom is amazing. I've listened to a lot of interviews with him, I've been using his guide to poetry for some of the poetry books I've book reading. I'm going to be really sad when he passes away, he's a true literary scholar. He seems sort of omnipresent in the world of classic literature. I'm always seeing his short reviews on the backs of books, and I own a couple anthologies of poetry which he contributed to.

>he's still straight

Why haven't you gone gay yet? It's about the most patrician thing you can do. Pic related.

How come nobody talks about the fact that Walt Whitman fucked underage boys and came on their faces?

>yfw Whitman BTFO'd STEMfags all the way back in 1855

When I heard the learn’d astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,
When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.

>>7211109

"Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes."

Is it really so bad to contradict yourself?

>>7211087

The Tao Te Ching, if you believe the tale, was written by the sage Laozi after he decided to leave society forever. However, he only wrote the Tao Te Ching because a guard at the edge of the city refused to let him pass until he recorded all of his wisdom so it would not be lost for future generations. Also, considering Laozi, a person who apparently was born as an elderly person out of a shooting star, did not exist, the consensus today is the Tao Te Ching is the cumulative work of different Taoist schools over time.


Fill your bowl to the brim
and it will spill.
Keep sharpening your knife
and it will blunt.
Chase after money and security
and your heart will never unclench.
Care about people's approval
and you will be their prisoner.

Do your work, then step back.
The only path to serenity.

Tao Te Ching 9

I Hear America Singing - Walt Whitman

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I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,
Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe
and strong,
The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam,
The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off
work,
The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the
deckhand singing on the steamboat deck,
The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing
as he stands,
The wood-cutter’s song, the ploughboy’s on his way in the
morning, or at noon intermission or at sundown,
The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at
work, or of the girl sewing or washing,
Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else,
The day what belongs to the day—at night the party of young
fellows, robust, friendly,
Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.
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Happy Independence Day, Americans!

happy birthday to one of the dankest American poets, and a Long Island native no less. Why doesn't /lit/ discuss this man more?

What do you think of this guy, lit?

ITT: People who left the world in a worse place with their writing, no matter how direct or not

He's talking to me /lit/, I can feel it.

Mine is, "Can I have that on the side?"

>>6045232
Good choice.
>>6044250
kinda like Zizek's hair.
>>6044228
Lynch will die in my life time.

Has the Collected Downloads links stopped working for anybody else? I just got an e-reader, and i wanted to download the rest(I already downloaded the american, german and french collections)

Does anybody have a different upload site?