/lit/ - Literature

Borges, GRRM, Cortazar, etc.

Spinoza

The translucent hands of the Jew
Work in the penumbra, crystals
& the evening, dying, is dread & chill.
(Evenings to evenings are equal.)

The hands & space of hyacinth
Waning in the confines of the Ghetto
Almost do not exist for the man so quiet
Who is dreaming a clear labyrinth.

He’s not perturbed by fame, that reflection
Of dreams in the dream of another mirror,
Nor by the timorous love of maidens.

Free from metaphor & myth
He works a hard crystal: the Infinite
Map of That which totals His stars.

fuck nobel prize

YO MY NAME IS JLB
MY EYES ARE FUCKED, I CAN'T SEE
BLIND LIKE MY HOMIE HOMER
I STILL GIVE ALL YOU FAGGOTS A BONER
I'VE STILL READ MORE THAN YOU EVER WILL
DON'T TRY TO CATCH UP, YOU'RE FIGHTING UPHILL

I'VE READ THE THOUSAND AND ONE NIGHTS
AND WIN ALL LITERARY FIGHTS
I'VE READ DANTE
PREPARE TO UP THE ANTE
I'VE READ MEDIEVAL HERETICS
YOU CAN'T EVEN SUCK THEIR DICKS
I'VE READ THE PERSIAN POETS
I'VE READ THE ANCIENT CHINESE
I'VE READ ALL THE THEOLOGIANS
GOT YOU HOLED UP LIKE THE TROJANS

PEOPLE COPY ME AND DON'T GIVE A SHIT
BUT I'LL FUCK THEM UP LICKETY SPLIT

DEATH OF THE AUTHOR?
BARTHES YOU CAN LICK MY ARSE

IDETERMINANCY OF TRANSLATION?
PREPARE FOR ANAL PENETRATION

AND THOSE FRENCH POSTMODERNISTS
ARE GONNA TASTE MY FISTS

MY FORGERIES GOT YOU CONFUSED AND YOUR FACE IS ABOUT TO BE BRUISED
YOU'RE LOST IN MY LABYRINTH, GOT YOU CONFUSED WITH MIRRORS
BETTER SHUT THE FUCK UP BEFORE YOU MAKE ANY MORE ERRORS