/lit/ - Literature

>stop using /lit/ for almost a decade
>check it out today
>the only difference is that the guy pretending to be 13 different people every single day that are "getting into deleuze and guatarri" seems to have killed himself

>>19909340
No reddit you still don't fit in

>>18346949
Pynchon’s my favorite writer for sure, because my favorite thing in books is goofs, gags, jokes and rambunctious behavior, and his books are filled to the brim with this. Every novel is like one of those novelty snake cans, you open the book and POP you get a face fulla snakes and you fall back cackling. The mad mind, the crack genius, to do it! And then you think “hmmm what’s he gonna do next, this trickster” and you pick the book back up and BZZZZ you get a shock and “hahahaha” you've been pranked again by the old Pynchmeister, that card. “Did that Pynch?” he sez, laughing “yukyukyukyuk”. Watch him as he shoves a pair of plastic buck teeth right up his mouth and displays em for you – left, right, center – “You like these? Do I look handsome?” Pulls out a mirror. “Ah!” Hand to naughty mouth. And you're on your ass again laughing as he snaps his suspenders, exits stage right, and reappears hauling a huge golden gong

>>18153892

>>18139182
on /tv/. I only came to /lit/ to post my package of the secret doctrine and will be gone from this shithole tomorrow because I stopped using this faggot board in 2014.

>>17799232
It's okay, I've considered /lit/ dead since 2014 it isn't your fault. That was the year I was permabanned after creating and posting this image with the text "lol" and having 40+ bans at my old apartment. Nevar 5get

>>17687468
I'm not the first guy. I'm intelligent and nihilistic with a wicked sense of humor. I have a prominent tattoo of the trystero horn on my arm and mabel pines on my foot and I only come to /lit/ once a year to shit the place up.

>>17531029
/lit/ has been dying since like 2014 dude. Do you actually use this board every day? I got permabanned from 4chan from my old apartment 9 years ago for uploading this picture with the text "lol" as a thread and having 40+ bans. The final nail in this boards coffin was the wishy washy sticky after the creation of /his/. I bid you adieu

>>16455584
5 star post bud. I have a 6 week old son and I have been reading him Mason & Dixon and playing Frank Zappa and live Phish recordings for him

>>16349957
I made this one

>>15216352

>>14084877
I'm telling you to stop being gay, an impossible request I know
>>14084887
>he's afraid of a book

>>13350387
Yeah basically. I got permabanned from this faggot website in 2014 at my old address for posting this image and "lol" as a thread, but the reason for the permaban was actually for having well over 40 bans for a successful campain against tulpas on /x/ and an unsucessful campaign against communists here.

>>13027640
based

You have to post CP. The only time I ever got permabanned was in 2014 for posting this picture with "lol" as a thread and having 50+ prior bans.

>>12925251
At the end of the pictured lined corridor was Thomas Pynchon’s room, and beneath the floor, crude black smoke was flowing out. A rumbling started to shake the house.
“What the hell’s he hiding in there?”
“I don’t know Tao, but from the feel of things it’s gonna be a lot harder to eliminate his map the longer we wait here.
With that David took a step forward. As he put his foot down, a vicious throwing star feel out of a picture’s mouth, skimming the glass of David’s glasses.
“Dammit!”
Looking down at the floor where David Foster Wallace’s foot had rested, Tao Lin saw a sea of tiles, each one with a piece of fruit drawn on in steady, identical hand.
“You steeped on an apple.”
“Apple, apple- Of course!” cried DFW and he leapt forward, hopping from one leg to another.
“The bananas Tao, only steep on the bananas!” he shouted over his shoulder, getting ever closer to Pynchon’s door. A red glow flickered underneath now, and the closer they got the louder the noise became, and when Tao Lin joined DFW by the entrance to Pynchon’s inner abode, it was an ear-filling roar.
“Lets do this.”
Bursting through the door, Tao Lin and David were confronted by the giant metal arrow of a V2 rocket sticking jutting up through the floor. Settled in a leather armchair bolted floor level, was Thomas Pynchon, his head hidden behind a darkly tinted goldfish bowl, a chilling grin drawn on in crimson pen.
“I’d love to stay and chat with the only authors who’ve ever made it this far, but as you can see, I have a flight to catch.”
Laughing manically, the V2 started to slowly ascend, stabbing through the room’s high ceiling like it was made of paper.
“Goodbye David, Mr Tao!” cried Pynchon as he left them behind in a storm of black exhaust.
Coughing and shielding their faces from the searing heat, David Foster Wallace and Tao Lin could only stand helplessly as their enemy made his escape.
“After all this, we couldn’t even lay a finger on the guy!” cursed Tao Lin, bringing his fists to his face in rage.
“It’s not over yet Tao.”
David Foster Wallace ran to the window and ripped it open. He reached down to his belt and pulled up a gleaming black pistol.
“Give up David, there’s no way you can hit him now.”
“I hit service lines smaller then this back in Indy.” David replied, squinting up at the rocket’s thruster-lit outline. Sweat soaked his bandana. He steadied his hands and fired.
Tao Lin and David stood in silence for a moment, holding their breaths, and in the next instant the dazzling orange explosion of Pynchon’s rocket lit up the night. Splitting into pieces it fell to land sizzling in the ocean below.
“Write in hell you bastard.” Muttered David Foster Wallace and he let the gun fall to the garden below.

Fin.

>>12909289
>Is this how it’s supposed to make you feel?
Yes. V is converging and diverging points of meaning, similar to benny and stencil themselves and centering of course on the elusive feminine V characters. Wait until you realize gravity's rainbow is literally about the "V2". Absolut madlad, tommy was.

>>12727868
He's bananas

Is King Yrjö Carl? Or is he just another ghost from the minds of the children?