/lit/ - Literature

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>>11053532
>kindhearted lolbertarian
>obviously has something to trade cause he hasn't tried to take my land or guns yet.

So I see you're back and you brought goods. Shall I call them a tribute and ignore you while you do whatever it is that you want to fucking do on my property?

>>11039550
Fuck off. She probably did have a pseuds idea of what she read, but was so socially intelligent that she diminished her ideas about the text. More than likely a person responds to text with intellect, and more than likely a 1960's woman knew her place and spoke from that.

Stop trying to humble this place. People here spend all day humbling themselves for idiots in order that they can live their lives. None of us are scientists needing to call into question every assumption here, it's a fucking anonymous board and this is where anon gets to speak up, to believe in something, to project confidence and knowledge. You spend all day listening to some dumbasses tell you how things are done, no matter how stupid they can be, and you have to put up with it in order to survive. And you want to come here and question everyone's intellect. Well fuck you. If you don't think the posts are from knowledge people than correct them or get the fuck off my board. I'm sick of this pseud shit. Of course we're pseuds, we're a meaningless descriptor of someone feigning knowledge. And we can still learn from each other and attack each other and enjoy what everyone has to say regardless of your fucking meritocratic categories you piece of shit.

If one more person complains about this place being full of pseuds, I'm just going to own it until it's meaningless. I'll overdue it until the attack is dead. I'm a pseudo intellectual, and I'm proud to say that I know it all, I've seen it all, and I'm going to shit on what you know without knowing a thing until I die. So fuck you and fuck everyone here that thinks they know better.

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>>11038920

MM seems way more sexier and interesting now. Thanks

I know there's a french book for how to talk about books you've never read, but is there a book about how to stop talking about books you've never read? I can't help but think, "This is the time you'll say something witty and clever and you'll get away with it." How do I stop pretending to know about things when I could be speaking or posting something clever or funny? Even if it isn't about the book, is that not the purpose, because isn't the purpose to be speaking and posting? I don't get listening quietly or reading in general. Help /lit/. Help me find a book that will cure me once and for all of this golden tongue.

To the thread about finding your lover to be a good writer and losing her to chad that was prematurely pruned before I could get off:

Interestingly enough, although I know these are mostly jibes, I fucked this poet once, she had had these perky tits and I decided to cum on them, and afterwards she laughed because I said I was trying to write in cursive, but I forgot that my spluge was continous, so it all just deflected from her chest into her eyes and was unreadable to me or her anyhow...the main point being that that's how we started talking about poetry and her fiance, who I found out later had a pretty partrician book collection - yet never knew how to coax an orgasm from his soon to be wife by patting a finger on the edges of her asshole. I suspect she doesn't have much of a sex life now, but she was loyal afterwards, even to the point of letting herself not pursue any writing career that would open herself up a bit too much in ways she didn't want the world to hear.

Out of poets and writers, writers are the least faithful in my experience. Published writers being the worst sort.

And people ask why bother reading fiction.... Well, because I like to talk my way into tasting and smelling the essence of a person's being, especially when they're bored and upset that none know that they've published. It's as though you can tell the types that think you should know them somehow, by some acclaim that is merely a bit of their narcissism. I love teasing them, or playing along in their madness, owls come to perch on banisters to speak of their broken promises, ass fucking them into a horrible ecstasy that takes them days to recover from, insulting people in their keepsake pictures for their middleclassness, their undiscript glimmers.

Lovely, lovely, lustily times to swim alongside the discontented artists of this 21st century lads and ladies. You call to yourselves the suffering with a bit of a smirk, and wink and point to the place where you need me to go and I follow into tradgey just as I do into comedy, steady blissful crying mad and hate laughing careless buggerer all mischief, given to dull periods and moments of seized opportunities. Watch yourselves, I might be enjoying this from a different angle yaknow....

>>10828150
He doesn't say how one is escaping from reality and the other not escaping. This sounds similar to the Rage of a metal singer who is actually weak and spends most of his days not in touch with his emotions. It's a pretension. But that doesn't mean psychological realism is not also just someone trying to give you the feeling of subjectivity, impressionism like Conrad. Beckett actually bypassed both the repulsiveness of this inability to know other minds, to make a mockery of real suffering through the act of beautifying it. He gives us the mockery as a fiction, and yet strives for some real sense of being, even if only his being. In the opposite realm is Hysterical realism with flat impressions, meme insights regurgitate ironically, but even in that the emotion is as central as the sociological sketch. Ultimately, you're looking for Camus for as-it-is character writing, or Hemmingway maybe. There is a good book called The Devil in the Hills you might like.