/lit/ - Literature

The prose was this, the prose was that. Every time I see a thread on some author someone describes their "prose" usually with one word. Noone in real life, when discussing books they like or dislike, ever say "I thought the *prose* was dreadful," or "I really admired the *prose.*"
>I dont care what words normies use
Okay go find a book review written by a professional and see how many times they say "the prose" in their review. It will probably be zero times.

This is something I've only ever seen on lit and it's fucking retarded.

>>21431737
My great blue bedroom, the air so quiet, scarce a cloud. In peace and silence. I could have stayed up there for always only. It's something fails us. First we feel. Then we fall. And let her rain now if she likes. Gently or strongly as she likes. Anyway let her rain for my time is come. I done me best when I was let. Thinking always if I go all goes. A hundred cares, a tithe of troubles and is there one who understands me? One in a thousand of years of the nights? All me life I have been lived among them but now they are becoming lothed to me. And I am lothing their little warm tricks. And lothing their mean cosy turns. And all the greedy gushes out through their small souls. And all the lazy leaks down over their brash bodies. How small it's all! And me letting on to meself always. And lilting on all the time. I thought you were all glittering with the noblest of carriage. You're only a bumpkin. I thought you the great in all things, in guilt and in glory. You're but a puny. Home! My people were not their sort out beyond there so far as I can. For all the bold and bad and bleary they are blamed, the seahags. No! Nor for all our wild dances in all their wild din. I can seen meself among them, allaniuvia pulchrabelled. How she was handsome, the wild Amazia, when she would seize to my other breast! And what is she weird, haughty Niluna, that she will snatch from my ownest hair! For 'tis they are the stormies. Ho hang! Hang ho! And the clash of our cries till we spring to be free. Auravoles, they says, never heed of your name! But I'm loothing them that's here and all I lothe. Loonely in me loneness. For all their faults. I am passing out. O bitter ending! I'll slip away before they're up. They'll never see. Nor know. Nor miss me. And it's old and old it's sad and old it's sad and weary I go back to you, my cold father, my cold mad father, my cold mad feary father, till the near sight of the mere size of him, the moyles and moyles of it, moananoaning, makes me seasilt saltsick and I rush, my only, into your arms. I see them rising! Save me from those therrble prongs! Two more. Onetwo moremens more. So. Avelaval. My leaves have drifted from me. All. But one clings still. I'll bear it on me. To remind me of. Lff! So soft this morning, ours. Yes. Carry me along, taddy, like you done through the toy fair! If I seen him bearing down on me now under whitespread wings like he'd come from Arkangels, I sink I'd die down over his feet, humbly dumbly, only to washup. Yes, tid. There's where. First. We pass through grass behush the bush to. Whish! A gull. Gulls. Far calls. Coming, far! End here. Us then. Finn, again! Take. Bussoftlhee, mememormee! Till thousendsthee. Lps. The keys to. Given! A way a lone a last a loved a long the

>>21333832
Though we are parted,
If on Mount Inaba's peak
I should hear the sound

Of the pine trees growing there,
I'll come back again to you

Heian period poets were the masters of having a lot of meaning in just a few lines

I can't believe I'm going to get to read a new Corncob novel along with all my bros from /lit/

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>>16471734
Hey anon I'm very happy to hear that. I've reccomended that a few anons write happy things in a journal. It's how I started and is what I tell everyone close to me to do.
I tell them to start of by writing 3 things a day that makes them happy. Wether it was the caramel slice they bought at the bakery or whether it was the sunset reflecting a pink hue on the clouds or the birds chasing and singing to one another. Once you get to this stage of writing in your journal or diary everyday anytime you can't think of something that made you happy. You write one thing you'll do to make yourself happy tommorow.
This constant journalling allows for another place to place your thoughts into words and look back at them that you never had before. It makes the moment extra happy when something good happens happens and you've got something to write for the night.
As you said, and as I say a lot. Focusing on the negative is so easy. After your child days you unconsciously create a list in bed every night about all the negative things that happened that day.
That's why you need to train your brain to focus on the positive stuff and the happu stuff.
I encourage more anons to do this as it always ends positively.