/lit/ - Literature

NDP684

New Directions

Marthiel/ Jackson Mathews

Both the original French and various selected translations.

Read French first, then translation, then French. Then repeat periodically unto death.

Poetry > Philosophy... for now... [forever or until Lucifer takes me away]

Hate that he's hackneyed, but I do love the stuff [even has a fucking cartoon]

Image: not related but not some random painting I found on the internet, I have seen it in person... "Portrait of Maria Frederike van Reede-Athlone at Seven Years of Age"... Jean-Étienne Liotard (Swiss, 1702 - 1789)

Original > Translation... [both will be referred to, nonetheless]

Le Voyage is. Lives will have been lived after you have been concerned with it.

>>7076133
>THE THIRD REICH WAS AN ANTIJEWISH REGIME, NOT AN ANTISEMITIC ONE.
I am aware. Apologies.

A sleep passing by seen only by one from an ethereal abode slithered like serpents invading the wind letting not-stone of various mental fortresses. From the Z's that siphoned through unbeknownst (apart from ghostly boys, one nor two, drifting in the dreamlike aether).

Birthing from that nocturnal way which grew per osmosis further on with out care hide some non-living youth, singular nor plural, hitchhiking in through doors which entered in some other place, not unlike ours but different and of a higher substance.

The midwife pulling, from thence came the unborn but still throbbing foetus: A creature of sleep inclined toward other more mental paths with the attributes of a not yet grown potato recognisable only by its slightly anomalous seed, trying hopelessly for photosynthesis yonder in to other areas, ceaselessly lapping up any rays of sun it can gather, not noticing the other characters in the room, nor having any emotional attachment to them, hiding its ignorance some what before their prying eyes, fish innards with no personality, lacking any signs of youth or original thought, a single set of eyes in perpetual state of paralysis, slowly turning yellow and crusty, with out the ability to change, only the ability to find confreres and label actually shining phenomena as anomalous, catching the train of thought that happens to be driving through working class mediocrity, in to ruins of ruins of ruins and so on, ceaselessly driving through said areas of nothing in particular, the doors of enlightenment in actuality remaining forever closed, not meaning they can not be opened; they just will not be, existing simply as decoration with in eyesight to be used as paraphernalia of pretence, some how passing for enlightenment in actuality, other paths thus being deemed completely useless, never available to be put in place, nor becoming available to those who forget to keep it in mind, unlike those who have, our studious surrenders (not sophists) watching and patient, transformed or become what must in order to attain higher knowledge of which there is plenty to he who seeks it, be it a creature of any kind, that it may become some thing transcendent and raise itself from this to that aether.

An entity of unknown capabilities, presumably here to deliver the child, but not necessarily good at doing it appeared in the doorway. Some thing was revealing its self here. This entity of veiled appearance existed for the moment that I moved my gaze as the only thing in the universe.

This entity was its self not unpretty: If I remember, it was a young girl.

Slowly this phenomenon was appearing to be not what it was before: It became an object of desire, the memory of it constantly calling back its own echo before it even appeared, an entity of perfect attributes existing with youthful and girly looks before me, slowly introducing its self with a female name and the most wonderful matte wrappings.

>>7006598
>Oops, I did it again as Britney sez

Yes. Leave.

>>6996881
Why are "fanboys" not permanently banned on sight?

Kevin Munoz

Highbrow and Lowbrow culture are becoming more and more inseparable.
At times I find it difficult to become engaged in any thing at all because of this.

>>6854386
Political Correctness has no concrete terms.
Racialism is and is not politically correct.
It all depends upon the context:
Knowing History and Mode and using non sequitur in a way in which you can get away with it even though it is completely contradictory.

When people talk, they are not being scientifically or philosophically profound.
People talk in cliches. Stop talking to people or deal with it.

>>6849364
>Mr Harold Bloom is your typical grumpy senile "muh golden age" conservative critic who has basically only ever read Shakespeare profoundly and not much else.

Why do you insist on criticising based on pure speculation, some thing you could possibly not know?
Aside from that, I am under the impression that he is well read, the contrary being improbable.

Stop posting here unless you know you should be here.
If it is an addiction, then stop.