/lit/ - Literature

>>19520809

I don't care if it's Charles, Charlie, or Chuck: you're reading this book.

>>9440522
You already know the answer.

>>9437621
if you want to be able to talk about a book with women read this piece of shit. Women read this because its trendy and they think its real poetry. They might be impressed that you can quote a poem from the book, here's my favorite

you mustn't have to
make him want you
he must want you himself

Recommendations of authors that will be remembered as the all time greats of this generation

>>9416388
This book. They both use a sort of a post-modern approach, also a style where minimalism and "bold" ideas take precedence over craftsmanship. Both take place in a sort of vacuum, made from ignorance and narcissism.

this thing is full of bad poems, but i need to know which is the worst. also give me something thats even more unreadable than this if possible.

It's here.

I didn't see a rate/feedback thread in the catalog, so I thought I'd start one. Feel free to share your own

I'd really like feedback on this poem. It feels disjointed probably because I'm not a big fan of "I" and "He/She" poems but this definitely feels like one.

Stained Glass

This piece of art can take ages to create
the wondrous piece of glass that is our hearts.
Yet, like fools we treat it carelessly.
Throwing it around with rash abandon,
lending it those who’ll toy with it,
until cracks and creaks.

Until it shatters.

But what are we to do but move on,
trying once again to give those
shattered pieces away.
And yet all those jagged shards
can now only maim,
and those not sharp enough
to pierce the skin, can only be stolen.

The true sorrow remains however,
with the one that resolved to fix it.
He who refused to run away,
with cuts along his back,
and ragged glass stuck within their neck.
He, who gathered pieces,
and glued them back together,
like a little puzzle,
longing to the see the fin
filling in the missing seams
with slivers from his own precious heart.

No longer will your heart hurt others,
but it will awe, inspire and captivate.
No longer will your heart be given,
now only to sold, won, and fought over.

And what to glazier, who’s left bleeding?
The gentle artist who’s given the time,
the true pragmatist lending his unending effort,
the angel able to bear your unbearable pain.
How could you ever repay him?

With a swift kick.
For how will a master create
his next masterpiece without more pieces
to build with?

Can we just agree that poetry is officially dead now?

>This piece of shit

I saw a thread on /lit/ about this, but didn't really look at it.

Then I went to Waterstones today and saw STACKS of this fucking thing. I picked one up and read a few pages.

Holy fuck. How does win a prize? How does this get published? It's the most trite, sentimental shit. There's no poetry in it. No discernible talent. These are the sentences you'd expect of a teenager, given line breaks to look like poetry.

Do I just need to be a feminist PoC/minority to win at life?

this book sold more than half a million copies in the US when not even her family members should've bought it so i firmly agree with this >>8956350

Why do I hate this so-called poetry /lit/? Seriously, give me a good answer as to why this poetry book and this style of poetry is grotesque. My heart feels disgust when reading it, but I cannot put my tongue on as to why it is such shit.

thoughts?

Thoughts on this masterpiece?