/lit/ - Literature

>favorite prophet
I'm not religious, nor have I read many religious texts, but of what I have read; 'Wisdom of Solomon' agreed with me.

>favorite composer
Whenever I seek music I play
>>>Georgs Pelecis - Nevertheless,
and nothing else,
thank me later.

>favorite poet
>>not POEM, I'm singularly impressed,
>>>Favorite poem
The world was young, the mountains green,
No stain yet on the Moon was seen,
No words were laid on stream or stone,
When Durin woke and walked along.
He named the nameless hills and delles;
He drank from yet untasted wells;
He stopped and looked in Mirrormere,
And saw a crown of stars appear,
As gems upon a silver thread,
Above the shadow of his head.
The world was fair, the mountains tall,
In Elder Days before the fall
Of mighty kings in Nargothrond
And Gondolin, who now beyond
The Western Seas have passed away.
The world was fair in Durin's Day.

A king he was on carven throne
In many-pillared halls of stone
With golden roof and silver floor,
And runes of power upon the door.
The light of sun and star and moon
In shining lamps of crystal hewn
Undimmed by cloud or shade of night
There shown for ever fair and bright.

There hammer on the anvil smote,
There chisel clove, and graver wrote;
There forged was blade, and bound was hilt;
The delver mined, the mason built.
There beryl, pearl, and opal pale,
And metal wrought like fishes' mail,
Buckler and corslet, axe and sword,
And shining spears were laid in hoard.
Unwearied then were Durin's folk;
Beneath the mountain music woke:
The harpers harped, the minstrels sang,
And at the gates the trumpets rang.

The world is grey, the mountains old,
The forge's fire is ashen-cold;
No harp is wrung, no hammer falls:
The darkness dwells in Durin's halls;
The shadow lies upon his tomb
In Moria, in Khazad-dum.
But still the sunken stars appear
In dark and windless Mirrormere;
There lies his crown in water deep.
Till Durin wakes again from sleep.

>favorite novelist
AGAIN you can't have a favorite someone when it comes to art.
>>A Canticle for Leibowitz

>favorite philosopher
Plotinus.

>favorite playwright
eh
>favorite director
>>Hoodwinked!

>favorite painter
>>Should be greatest work of art
>>>wanderer above the sea of mist
Even though it's everywhere, can you blame it?

>favorite architect
Palladio, of course.