/lit/ - Literature

>>12328294
Heh, sure.

What allowed him to have sex with whomever he liked and how can an aspiring Don Juan like me emulate him?

"Mad, Bad and dangerous to know."

What the fuck was his problem /lit/?

Who are the lit/core/ poets?

What are Byron's best poems? Thinking of Harold Pilgrimage or Don Juan

Thoughts on Lord Byron? What is your favorite work of his? Thoughts on the 'Byronic Hero' character?

>It would have pleased Lord Byron to know that, having been the most renowned, imitated, and execrated of the major romantic poets, he is now, almost two centuries later, the least honored and the most ignored and deplored of that select few.
>He was a sexy, swaggering contrarian whose wisecrack answer to the earnest inquiry of Concerned Virtue, "What are you rebelling against?" would have been the same as Marlon Brando's: "What have ya got?"

What do we think of him, /lit/?

Quoting from the introduction to a Byron collection

Listen up, faggots. I wouldn't expect you virgin pussies to understand the greatness of George Gordon Byron, 6th Baron Byron (known to you plebians as Lord Byron) so I'll spell it out for you.

This guy was a player. Not like that Chad who cucked you once by fucking your oneitis' brains out, oh no. This guy would fuck your oneitis, your Mum, your sister, your Dad and probably you for good measure. Some of them would be at the same time. He was the last true Greek in any sense of the word, producing classic poetry whilst fucking boipussi and sluts alike.

This fucker gallivanted through Europe, fucking and writing and writing and fucking whatever and whomever he desired. He popularised Gothic literature, inspiring the two most important texts in the genre - Mary Shelley's Frankenstein and John Polidori's The Vampyre. Without him, Victorian people would have been the biggest bunch of pussies. What else would they have read? Blake's ramblings about how awful industrialisation is? Wordsworth being a little bitch because nature is cool but also big and scary? Thank fuck Byron intervened and instead they read about a revenge-hungry, psychopathic monster tracking down and killing everything that makes this guy happy and noblemen fucking and sucking young sluts in creepy castles.

And he fucking loved animals. Not in an "omgggg I sooo need a pug, they're such cute deformities" way. In a "my dog is getting a mausoleum" way. Because Trinity College, Cambridge wouldn't let him keep his beloved dog with him, this motherfucker found a loophole and kept a bear. A. Fucking. Bear. Most of you pussies probably haven't even seen a bear, but this thing could have ripped off your arm and had it as a snack without a moments consideration. And bears were only the start of his collection, he also kept kept a fox, monkeys, an eagle, a crow, a falcon, peacocks, guinea hens, an Egyptian crane, a badger, geese, a heron, and a goat. He basically lived in a small-sized zoo.

So what did he do when he got bored? Oh, I don't know, join the fucking war for Greek independence.

So yeah, that's why Byron is the greatest of the English Romantics and you're all too pussy to recognise it.

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