/lit/ - Literature

>>19485064
What's the problem, Anon? It's just a

Rag-a-muffin' life
To pull-you-through-that strife
Ain't nothin' to joke,
But if you'll only just smoak
Then maybe it'll be all-right?

[Chorus]
But that (oh)
Full-some pre-tentio-si-ty
That fills your -- thoughts, with me-diocri-ty
It's just (hey!)
Holdin' you back
If it would give you some slack
You might 'preciate ver-bosity

[Neckbeards and shitposters amble in, tripping over each others' feet; an unrealistically proportioned nude male of color begins gyrating his hips in an animated fashion, drawing one's eye--and yes, the Anons' as well!--toward the pendulous 'pendage which describes major arcs at pelvic-level. A passing /pol/lak, copy of The Culture Of Critique in hand, pauses to gaze 'pon the sight, salivating involuntarily]

[James Joyce:] There's!
[Joseph McElroy:] Nothing quite wrong
[Vladimir Nabokov:] With!
[Herman Melville:] Puttin' a song
[John Williams:] 'Midst suf-fer-ing and gran-deur
[William Gaddis:] And if you'll just
[Virginia Woolf:] Follow a-long
[Gene Wolf:] You might find yourself drawn
[All:] Into a world that doesn't pander

[All] [Chorus x 2]

>>17034993
>thomas pynchon
>never once came to my house and pinched my ass

Many of us are veritable chads, banging dozens of literary girls nightly. What you need to understand is that 9 times out of 10, female professors who are really into deconstructing literature and School of Resentment style theory are BEGGING to get fucked by Big Canonical Cock. I am being serious. I am not being ironic. For my survey course of English lit from Beowulf to 1800, my professor fit this trope exactly; she was about 28, fairly cute (not an art hoe, but with shorter brown hair), and very into “fighting back” against traditional views of medieval literature. Queering Langland, "there were black people in the Middle Ages," all of that. On the first day, we discussed the concept of a literary canon, which she argued inherently favored those works produced by people in power. Needless to say, I disagreed. Because I happened to have a class in the next room right before her course, I was always the first to arrive, usually about 5 minutes before anyone else. We would have brief conversations, first about whatever material we were going to cover that day and then about random topics- other books and poems, little details of our lives, etc.

Slowly I began to realize she was dropping small hints of her sexual availability. Nothing too risqué. She would say things like "Old English poetry (she never said Anglo-Saxon because that was a 'white supremacist dogwhistle') is so elegiac, it always makes me lonely" or "anon, you might like this article on the York mystery plays, I found it very stimulating," etc. What's more, these hints always came after I said something to defend the canon or canonical authors and traditional interpretations. For example, one day I happened to namedrop Harold Bloom during a conversation about Shakespeare's use of the carnivalesque. She made a face, and I said "Love him or hate him, you have to admit Bloom presents a useful analysis of poetic influence across the history of English literature (or words to that effect)." She bit her lip, and for a second I wasn't sure if she was going to criticize our guy or what, but instead she mentioned that the Taming of the Shrew was playing at a local theater, subtly indicating she wished to go with me. We did end up going, and it was particularly fun to watch her watch Petruchio tame Katherine. She clearly loved it; I didn't bring it up, of course, but only a few days before she had said the play was irredeemably misogynistic. Needless to say, we had an enjoyable night.

I miss this nigga like you wouldn't believe

>>16526716
What's the problem, Anon? It's just a

Rag-a-muffin' life
To pull-you-through-that strife
Ain't nothin' to joke,
But if you'll only just smoak
Then maybe it'll be all-right?

[Chorus]
But that (oh)
Full-some pre-tentio-si-ty
That fills your -- thoughts, with me-diocri-ty
It's just (hey!)
Holdin' you back
If it would give you some slack
You might 'preciate ver-bosity

[Neckbeards and shitposters amble in, tripping over each others' feet; an unrealistically proportioned nude male of color begins gyrating his hips in an animated fashion, drawing one's eye--and yes, the Anons' as well!--toward the pendulous 'pendage which describes major arcs at pelvic-level. A passing /pol/lak, copy of The Culture Of Critique in hand, pauses to gaze 'pon the sight, salivating involuntarily]

[James Joyce:] There's!
[Joseph McElroy:] Nothing quite wrong
[Vladimir Nabokov:] With!
[Herman Melville:] Puttin' a song
[John Williams:] 'Midst suf-fer-ing and gran-deur
[William Gaddis:] And if you'll just
[Virginia Woolf:] Follow a-long
[Gene Wolf:] You might find yourself drawn
[All:] Into a world that doesn't pander

[All] [Chorus x 2]

Pynch

>>13894142
[James Joyce:] There's!
[Joseph McElroy:] Nothing quite wrong
[Vladimir Nabokov:] With!
[Herman Melville:] Puttin' a song
[John Williams:] 'Midst suf-fer-ing and gran-deur
[William Gaddis:] And if you'll just
[Virginia Woolf:] Follow a-long
[Gene Wolf:] You might find yourself drawn
[All:] Into a world that doesn't pander

[All] [Chorus x 2]