/lit/ - Literature

>>21472055

>>14151016
>tfw started the novella expecting it to feature szeth at least a bit
>only thing about szeth in the whole ass book is that he has an afterimage now

>>13865435
>you are objectively wrong
>c-cope!

>>13668138
>>13668147
>n-no you aren't aloud to read that stuff
literally every worthwhile book ever published has faggots like you following it; you are not doing your cause any favors. half the reason I started reading this stuff was to figure out how it manages to butthurt faggots so damn acutely

>>13603739
>d-don't talk about monetary theory; w-we are talking about my out of context half butchered quote
>y-you are ruining everything

>>13559437
>feel-good pop-philosophy
>no he doesn't
>w-well Zizek is a total pessimistic cynic b-but that makes some other cynic feel good m-maybe

>>13432542
>oh you are a philosopher?
>y-yeah
>wow, so like you are a big deal?
>I have my own radio show
>radio show? isn't that sort of low brow for a philosopher? don't you teach?
>y-yes
>what school?
>it's a think-tank
>oh?
>the Ayn Rand institute
>oh...

>>12997922
>post picture of leftist as an example of them being onion
>someone else responds with rightist being onion
>s-seething!

>>12967679
>>12967680

>>12404540
>*grumbles about asshole brother and his wife*
>they're fucking shit i tell you
Ahh, you'll figure it out later kiddo. Let's go look for shells.

>mfw the kid will never figure it out because she is being raised by an ipad while her parents marriage falls apart

>>11653512
>>11653522
TRUMOP and REDDIT!!!!!! FUYCKING BASED and REPILLED KEKED FUCKING LIBTARD TRIGGER WARNING FUCK FUCK FUCKKKKKKK

>>10383143
>>10383293
ok, but no bully plez.

The shadows of the afternoon agonized
As we told ourselves our last goodbye
my deep sadness, you failed to see
And when the desolation of watching you leave
sunk deep within me,
my voice broke down with emotion
and that night in vain the soul,
with a veiled voice,
spilled out its sorrow.
And I sang without knowing how to sing.

And now those streets
that saw us smiling together
ask me if oblivion
has cured me of you memory
while far away
the arms and lips of others
hold her prisoner to a fate
better than the one
she could've had with me.

Once again, in vain the soul
with a hoarse voice
spilled out its sorrow
and a grievous, sinister silence,
quickly took root to fill the gap
Mercy; dear god, mercy...
I prayed without knowing how to pray.

When spring returns, and the fields
are once again painted with color,
I'll wander stray,
drunk with this very same nostalgia,
that so many times has made me cover my eyes.
And with strings of a dozen guitars,
I'll braid together a steel-bound rope
to strangle this cruel, undying hope
out of my heart;
and while I lie captive of a dream
so fleeting I don't even get to live it,
I'll cry without knowing how to cry.