/lit/ - Literature

>>21976356
Thanks.
>>21976365
There will be a lot more where that came from.
>>21976464
I try my best to make something out of this energy. It's quite lovely and serene. And I hope there's passion in you as well.
>>21976472
What would the alternative be?
>>21976513
I don't need to know anything by the writer to know that the writer is not with the writing, if you catch my drift.
>>21976514
Why must you pull at my heartstrings so, Mr. Fit? I can no longer be mad as you've come to me in a conciliatory and propitiatory way. Perhaps you've shown me it's better to share my knowledge than to gatekeep it. Very well. These are the best books I've read that most assuredly blow McCarthy out of the water:
>Ulysses by James Joyce
>Finnegans Wake by James Joyce
>A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce
>Stephen Hero by James Joyce
>Dubliners by James Joyce
>James Joyce by Stephen Ellman
>The Complete Works of Shakespeare
>The Complete Works of Keats
>Moby-Dick by Herman Melville
>Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte
>Women and Men by Joseph McElroy
I hope this is enough with which to whet your appetite. Start slowly. Read them at a bar or someplace comfortable.
>>21976526
I prefer the term "country bumpkin," thanks much.

>>21971526
Joyce is the sun but also the *son* of Shakespeare. There's a whole discussion of it in the "Scylla and Charybdis" chapter of Ulysses, when they're all congregating in the library. It's good fucking shit.

>>21971527
I haven't read Hegel. I've read of him through the Cambridge Companion, although I've tried reading portions of him in German.

>>21971528
Can you delve into this more? What does Hegel's consciousness mean for him and what does it mean for us today?

>>21971529
But I can't know if you're not a p-zombie or not. It's just not possible given that I'm a self-conscious subject who views you as an object.

>>21773213
We're not going to bring up CAS anymore. Comprends-tu? Verstehe? Enough now. The joke's run its course and everyone's tired of it. I know your knowledge of English literature is très, très limited so I'll give you however long this dying thread lasts to find someone else with whom to compare me. But I don't want to hear anymore about him. I've shown my poetry and yet I've seen nothing from you in that regard. I have more ambition in my right, my droite pinky toe than you do in your entire body. I shouldn't even deign to speak with you at this point, but you're a fly and a gnat that I find myself wanting to swat at. And to all my naysayers who say it isn't possible, I assure you I will be a better writer than Shakespeare ever was. I don't need to prove anything to you: I've done that already with my poetry. You can cry out, "CAS, CAS!" and it doesn't make a difference, for I know my worth inherently and don't need the validation or approval of bumpkins and the country groundlings.

Good day to you, Orlando.