/lit/ - Literature

>>20534198
Yes.
t. artist that will be replaced by AI

>>18242221
Stop being rude to me

So we go inside and we gravely read the stones
All those people, all those lives
Where are they now?
With loves, and hates
And passions just like mine
They were born
And then they lived
And then they died
It seems so unfair
I want to cry

We could have saved him bros....

>>17771214
>>17771658
>>17771752
THE SCIENCE HAS FAILED MEN
FUCK SCIENCE

>>17296747
As a Bulgarian Paisius is a propaganda writer and his history is so off he must have known it's a lie. He was a propaganda writer or so deep into his monastic life he didn't give a shit. Either way his "Bulgarian History" is not a literary masterpiece, but only a historical artefact.

I'd recommend Hristo Botev's poetry as the best from BG lit or if you want the most influential you'll have to get trough the brain-dead prose of Ivan Vazov complete with a bad plot. If you are stuck on the idea that it needs to look at the theological texts and psalm, prayer, liturgy translations. Jacobson has an essay on Church Slavonic poetry.

>pic related the absolute state of Bulgarian lit

I was lurking the archive and rediscovered this reply that an anon gave in response to what's stopping anons from committing an hero thread.

>I stay to help my mother, who is old and disabled.
>She is a legitimately good person, and the only legitimately good person left alive on this planet that I know of, because the other good people I knew all died.
>So when she goes, I will probably drive to the Rocky Mountains, maybe up by Estes Park, and take a header into the white water from a rock face.
>I'm good with it.

>>16645572
I don't even read books these days, but I can't have intelligent discussions with strangers on the internet anywhere else

>>15185819

10 minutes ago i killed a mosquito for no reason
any books to cope with the dread?

WHY THE FUCK EVERYTHING IS SO FUCKING CONFUSING NOOOOOOO
im losing my mind

are you me?

>>13632166
>>13632025
This was my first love, the one that got away, I still remember the smell of her perfume, sometimes I'll get a whiff of it on a late night train, and I'll run towards her carriage, but she'll already be gone.

>while you were reading infinite jest
>Chad was busting a nut on her chest

>while you were analyzing the literature of Gass
>Chad was sicking his thumb in her ass

how to write /lit/?

ywn attend an elite New England boarding school

>>11816478
tfw