/lit/ - Literature

insufferable gimmick poster

>>11436038
o yes, heretofore; i was just thinking anon; i could study shakespeare while i'm there, yes; and i'll do a creative writing minor in creative writing; that should be most fun, it should; we'll see how it goes, prithee; i think it'll be a lot of recreational fun; o, and the girls in shorts, the little maidens in shorts so i can see their legs, all smooth-shaven, no bristles, no hairs; so i can sniff all the way up to their rumpity rump; o, with their consent of course; and i can talk to them all day in the heat about shakespeare, and thou and thee them like a sonnetteer of the olden day; o, i'm delighted, i want show off my little knowledge bump to those girls, those texas yee-haw girls

>>11436038
Wb semicolanon. How are you finding your time at university so far? I've mentioned I was an anthropology major and found it perfectly miserable, I hope you've had a better time of it in English

>>11436046
really? gimmick thou say'st? gimmick, gimmick? that this all some kind of contrived and affected plot to stir the general publicity buzz toward me? this is my natural style, my flow; as natural as the water that flows out of waterfalls and cascades in sweet watery liquid rhythms down a mountainside; as natural and as pure as a chaste virginal dame with her little diana's chastity belt wrapped right tight around her little loins and across her bosom; as natural as the lo-lee-ta of the tongue tripping down its three steps to end on that ta, the ta, ta, te, ta; as natural as a 4/4 rhythm in a band, as natural as a drum beat hitting the drum and drumming it all away; as a fife, a life, a lovely wife

>>11436056
o, most pleasant; o pardon me, sirrah; i haven't heretofore gone there yet; i remain at home, in the confines of my two-story little pavilion bungalowshaped house; o, and with a parapet

i jest, i jest; i've only been to community; garnered an associate; i'm heading for orientation tomorrow; for my two past years of community, it was a fine fable of sorts; i mostly stayed indoors and studied for these little things yclept CLEP tests; hee hee, i wait while you wait; anywho, these CLEP tests garnered me provisionally to skip, as you will, classes; i skipped half of my 60 credits, vis a vis 30 credits heretofore; and so and most gratuitously, i skipped them and did the remaining either in summer classes or regular autumn/spring binary organization; it was fine, fine; the regular crowds and pablum are forever and eternally stupid; avoiding them was a boon of a blessing, heigh-ho

>>11436056
and anthropolanon; how would you say miserable, i would ask? miserable how? i think for me, if i were to assess my major of english as it is set now, i would say it's overall a fine, lovely affair; i've mostly studied autodidactically at home, prithee; poring over manuscripts, tomes, scholarly journals on the masters messrs shakespeare and joyce; i've read all of shakespeare's plays, his whole opus trelliswork, with his gables and eaves; his rowels, his cockspurs; i've read the whole gamut, the whole complete mess; it's fun, fun stuff; i actually adapted this peregrinating and particoloured style from falstaff's speeches; a great, fat little pudge of a man; i love him

>>11436046
o, gimmick, gimmick; the first post out of the gates to really diminish my whole thread; to really bring it down, to weigh it down with that little bit of negativity and censure; i hate you, you abominable little dwarf of a man; come here, i'll learn you

you absolutely roguish dervish knave
how dare you call me gimmick, foolish cur
i'll have you know, your talk will now deprave
the rest of this, because of what you stir
how dare he goes and mocks me with that word
he says i'm fake, my artificial noise
what's wrong with you? i see you haven't heard
i'm king 'round here; and many have concurred
so sulk about and sullenly insult
the things i've wrought, and what i have in store
you know not what the cause of my result
you have not this; you have a foolish whore
so make your planets spin and do the trick
i'll make you mine; you know not how i tick

cringe

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>>11436148
awful

why do you reiterate the same sentiment with different metaphors
is that the shakespearean genius english anons keep telling us about

>>11436154
>>11436156
ah yes, here they come; always the deluge comes first with the detractors, with the purveyors of degradation and detraction; come on, come on; let's get these ragamuffins out of the way first; they would seek to play upon my holes and know me by a few posts; they would seek to ostracize me by a few brief skims and glosses of my work; they would seek to censure me, detract me, plug up my holes, bar up my fife with the little infinitesimal amount of stuff they've heard; let's get these fellows out of the way first, hear hear; let's bolster up my arguments by pecking away at theirs; come one, come all; let's have at it; they would seek to pluck me out, to summarize all, to give the summa dependent upon one word vis a vis "cringe" or "awful;" i love it, to sum up a man's work in a single derogatory word; you will give me the philippic, won't you? give me the philippic; give me that brief and awful censure; prithee

>>11436174
for reinforcement and technique, prithee; if i can dress up the same bird in different feathers, different arrangement, different caparisons, i will; a horse wears not the same seat, the same saddle, the same caparisons, the same accoutrements every day; unless the rider is taking negligent care of the horse; one sees not women wearing the same articles of clothing every day; at least not where i love, prithee; you'll see 'em out and about in the market one day with a little skirt, a shirt to complement it; a jacket over the top, and, if they're feeling adventurous and themselves, they'll go out with a little hat, a little tipped cap; and then the next day, as the weather permits and allows, they'll show up in jeans; in denim jeans, with maybe a new style of footwear; maybe a little bonnet of flower in their hair; or a beret; something stylish, something the french would magnetically train their eyes on; one does not dress up in the same attire every single day; they change it up, they change, according to the times, the weather, the elements; and so if i come out in slacks one day and a suit, i'll go out the next day in a cassock and a soutane; prithee

>>11436076
>>11436095
The program was very highly regarded but none of the teachers were memorable in the slightest, the discipline is torn between people who want it to be rigorous and systematic and people who refuse any talk of placing anthropology in the broader context of the sciences and hold to a kind of eternal cultural particularism, and other students in the program seemed more interested in recreational drug use than school. And given how lousy the classes and the books we had to read were I cant really blame them. The first two years I was quite motivated but by the third I checked out and to my surprise my grades didn't suffer in the slightest, which just kind of confirmed my dislike of the whole thing. I wouldv'e been 100% better off skipping every class and reading endless Shakespeare instead.

>>11436175
Based

>>11436201
i absolutely get your sentiment; i'm already envisioning how lazy and unmotivated the school populace is going to be once i arrive; shakespeare is always a good alternative to coursework when no one really gives a flying hoot; we'll see how the english major goes, we'll see; i just want to pick up a broad, you know me, sirrah? i don't really care if she's smart or intelligent or tasted a bit of shakespeare or put a bit of shakespeare in her reading mixture and kind of swished him around with other particulates such as, and not excluding, prithee, jk rowling, the one who wrote the percy jackson series; the great gatsby; hemingway; etc, etc.; just give me love; i can already tell the majority of people in those classes aren't impassioned about literature, they've just been dropped off at that bus stop and are awaiting the graduation bus; i can't handle it; i just want to have a little rencontres with someone, a little rendevous; a little fling; and then fling them off, prithee

>>11436226
If youre lucky your campus has a nice shisha bar near it, don't ask me why but the girls love that shit, I recommend you become a regular

>>11436236
o yes, shisha; had to give that one the ol' google; so hookah, so smoking; sure, sure, i guess we could hookah some ladies; and hook-up with them, and maybe even hook 'em back to my place for some recreation, some chill; some netflix 'n' chill (am i using these contemporary idiosyncrasies correctly, prithee?); it's just this orifice (mouth, hole) has never even touched a hookah wookah achuka before; it sounds like a little middle eastern oriental kind of taboo; if it gets me a woman, i'll smoke the whole pipe; i'll blow sweet sensual smoke into her willing face; and take her back to my place and pop in a blu-ray; prithee

>>11436196
couldn't you just say:
>for reinforcement and technique, prithee; if i can dress up the same bird in different feathers, different arrangement, different caparisons, i will;
and cut the rest, which is an implied consequence of these first few clauses?
it seems less like style and more like the charming idiosyncrasy of an unconfident
altho i suppose the invocation of a woman's dress creates a different emotional affect, poetry is not the piling on affects, that's just adolescent & lurid (i thought you hated Shelley???).

>>11436268
charming, yes; i'll snatch that little compliment right off your little hands; i thank thee; but unconfident? lacking confidence? what a silly little thing you have there; i am not lacking in any amount when it comes to confidence; i can spread out and stretch out my little fantastical metaphors as far out as i may please, sirrah; i may dress them, adapt them, ornament them, make them shine as much as they please; and fine, shelley's fine; bit of a plant, he is; bit of the local floral variety; he's got that colorful gaudy kind of lurid sense about him; i liked him in prometheus unbound; but bit of a cat, a bit of a dog when it comes to language; no, this isn't adolescent or lurid; we aren't kids here; we aren't having the kids walk the stage and yelling in their high-pitched prepubescent voices; we're fine; we'll come back to you on that one, prithee

>>11436252
pray tell dear sire, what sort of libations might ye offer an undamn-id dame to swiftly thusly persuade oft off her petticoat?

>>11436252
Trust me the number of artsy broads who would read while having a smoke was something else. I suppose cafes also work if you're in a pinch. I hope you're not the type with weak lungs though, no offense but your style is a red flag and makes me worry you might be prone to illness. Do a pushup for every semicolon you use, you need manly vigor if you're going to succeed at finding love

>>11436296
ah i see; prithee, listen; if i were to offer a sweet and alluring dame a certain potation, a certain libation, a specific drink; i'd give her some wine; wine is the stuff of gods; dionysus, ho hum; god of wine; i'm sure of it, i really am; anywho, just give her a bit of wine, the good stuff; in that little bottle they have; and then just sweetly unclothe her; go for her hose, go for her hose; and take the garter off; then the slip, and slip it off; o, wait; she'll do it herself; but the wine sort of acts as a little go-for-it; as a little conversation between hands and dress; your hands do the talking to the dress; your hands dominate the conversation (with willing consent, of course); and make the bibulous bawd take off her lovely clothes and make sweet love to her mountains

>>11436297
i thank you for the advice; but prithee, don't worry even a moment about it; i assure you, i'm fine; i exercise regularly and concomitantly; i'm on the regular an exerciser (and not an exorcist, prithee); i actually do 50 (yes, fifty) push-ups a day in my little toilette bathroom of a place; o, it's so marvelous the feeling after a good session; my veins popping out of their arms as i squeeze out a few push-ups onto the cold hard gradient floor of a floor; it's wondrous beastly exercise, prithee; i also run in place to joanna newsom on youtube; fine, fine stuff; that's 30 minutes a day for you, 30 minutes a day; i was actually going to pop in some more 30 minutes, pray tell; i'm not infirm though; i'm not invalid, i am not sick; i'm as healthy as visible veins on a skinny little swain; and girls who smoke and read are just flimsy pretentious little devils, aren't they? i'm sure they also don on hipster-glasses too, those broadrimmed quizzing-glasses with the turtle shells and what have ye; they're pseuds, they're plebeians; i just want to take off their skirt and pluck it in; i want to pluck it in, that's all; and so i'll woo them with my romance, my words; i'll slut them up

>>11436327
You sir are a patrician, I congratulate you on your good health. I'm afraid its true all the girls are pseuds, but what does that matter. How on earth do you run to Joanna Newsom? Am I wrong, are all her songs not like Go Long, basically funereal?

>>11436360
i thank you, truly i do; you bless me with those kind words coming out of your keyboard mechanical device; prithee, listen up; joanna newsom is not funereal; she doesn't even have venereal; she's a fine, fine woman; they are not sullen mortuary dirges that come out of her miraculous harp creation; that lovely god-instrument, that godmaking instrument of love; no, no; you'll have to Go Long for me to acquiesce with you on that assertion of her musical skills; i listen to ys on the double and on the regular, particularly the matter of the song "only skin" (she's right, it's only flesh we are); the part where she goes "in the shallloowwww" (yes, very shallow) "water...stretches as far as i... can see;" it invokes in my eyelids a kind of crying, a kind of emotional overwhelming little emotional thing; i have the urge to cry, to crack up, to break like a vase; and that whole sequence where her voice lilts up and down, up and down, hitting falsetto notes; blazing in allfather heavenly glory to the stars as she sings of little sisters and spiders' ghosts dangling on webs and o, prithee; i even now get a little tear going; even now my little chryselephantine tearbox is going; my lachrymose ducts are optimally functioning, doctor, i assure you; just put on only skin and you'll only see me cry; prithee

>>11436327
Very well, verily well indeed I do say unto you my lord, and of any parchments thee mighteth be perusing recently of accord?

>>11436407
I was not contesting her talent as a musician! But haunting music that makes one cry is not conducive to the proper state of mind for running! By God, on wikipedia I've just discovered your charming harp-fairy is married to Andy Samberg, what an absolutely bizarre couple that is

>>11436420
ah yes; a certain scholar after my own kin; my own little "m'lord"er; ah, i do so love that title; m'lord, m'lord; it just slips off the tongue so pleasantly; my sweet little courtier, my little duke; i mighteth be perusing one little codex, one little parchment of a certain james a. joyce; we call him joyce here in our little humble abode of a kingdom; particularly i've been fascinated and drawn to by his chapter entituled circe; it's the sweetest of sin, sweets of sin; in it it takes on the fabulous dynamic of a play; it's got descriptions of a play, like the little stage directions, prithee; and bloom, that is to say, harold bloom runs all about meeting whores and viragos and slutmasters; and seeing them in heels, in shoes, sniffing their feet; coursing through their drawers; being flatulated on by a he-she bello monster; it's all fine, fine stuff, my courtier; verily; and bits and pieces of language are interspersed and what have you

>>11436429
ah yes; well, for me, for some reason, i find that i run faster, stronger, more potently when i have a good cry; i yell sometimes when i run, and sing; i still retain enough breath to sing while i'm running, prithee; i'll sing unto the high notes with her; i'll cry and be all boogery and snotty with snot and phlegmatic pneumatic stuff dripping; it's cathartic, it's all-emptying;

and yes, prithee! she's married to that cock of a boy! that fool-jester of a sort who did those SNL videos back in his heyday; i can't believe she would feed herself on that; she is an omnipotent goddess; but one sees that even goddesses and nymphs and our sylvan little angels will, after having lusted in a celestial bed, prey on garbage; as queen gertrude did with hamlet; celestial garbage; to go for a samberg, a centaur to her imaginary potential hercules

>>11436465
Nothing is more sure to win a girl's heart than laughter, such is the way of it. An angel and an imp, what an unpleasant impression that makes, but alas there's plenty of artsy dames in the world

>No pictures in the entire thread
>Excessive pretentiousness
Have fun with your intellectual bullshit faggots, I'm heading back to /s/ now.

>>11436465
very fine choice in deed my dandy sir, I will select a passage at random from the text (hopefully without spoiling the plot for my gracious master) but so that your guests might contemplate a selection of some exquisite taste, perhaps, ahem, allusion, is that so, or more of a type of fun pun, to say, advertising the work to these, shall we say, readers potentiata :

****

(HIS LAWNMOWER BEGINS TO PURR) Aha, yes. ZOE MOU
SAS AGAPO. Have a notion I was here before. When was it not Atkinson his
card I have somewhere. Mac Somebody. Unmack I have it. He told me about,
hold on, Swinburne, was it, no?

FLORRY: And the song?

STEPHEN: Spirit is willing but the flesh is weak.

FLORRY: Are you out of Maynooth? You're like someone I knew once.

STEPHEN: Out of it now. (TO HIMSELF) Clever.

PHILIP DRUNK AND PHILIP SOBER: (THEIR LAWNMOWERS PURRING WITH A RIGADOON
OF GRASSHALMS) Clever ever. Out of it out of it. By the bye have you the
book, the thing, the ashplant? Yes, there it, yes. Cleverever outofitnow.
Keep in condition. Do like us.

ZOE: There was a priest down here two nights ago to do his bit of
business with his coat buttoned up. You needn't try to hide, I says to
him. I know you've a Roman collar.

VIRAG: Perfectly logical from his standpoint. Fall of man. (HARSHLY, HIS
PUPILS WAXING) To hell with the pope! Nothing new under the sun. I am the
Virag who disclosed the Sex Secrets of Monks and Maidens. Why I left the
church of Rome. Read the Priest, the Woman and the Confessional. Penrose.
Flipperty Jippert. (HE WRIGGLES) Woman, undoing with sweet pudor her belt
of rushrope, offers her allmoist yoni to man's lingam. Short time after
man presents woman with pieces of jungle meat. Woman shows joy and covers
herself with featherskins. Man loves her yoni fiercely with big lingam,
the stiff one. (HE CRIES) COACTUS VOLUI. Then giddy woman will run about.
Strong man grapses woman's wrist. Woman squeals, bites, spucks. Man, now
fierce angry, strikes woman's fat yadgana. (HE CHASES HIS TAIL) Piffpaff!
Popo! (HE STOPS, SNEEZES) Pchp! (HE WORRIES HIS BUTT) Prrrrrht!

LYNCH: I hope you gave the good father a penance. Nine glorias for
shooting a bishop.

ZOE: (SPOUTS WALRUS SMOKE THROUGH HER NOSTRILS) He couldn't get a
connection. Only, you know, sensation. A dry rush.

BLOOM: Poor man!

ZOE: (LIGHTLY) Only for what happened him.

BLOOM: How?

VIRAG: (A DIABOLIC RICTUS OF BLACK LUMINOSITY CONTRACTING HIS VISAGE,
CRANES HIS SCRAGGY NECK FORWARD. HE LIFTS A MOONCALF NOZZLE AND HOWLS.)
VERFLUCHTE GOIM! He had a father, forty fathers. He never existed. Pig
God! He had two left feet. He was Judas Iacchia, a Libyan eunuch, the
pope's bastard. (HE LEANS OUT ON TORTURED FOREPAWS, ELBOWS BENT RIGID,
HIS EYE AGONISING IN HIS FLAT SKULLNECK AND YELPS OVER THE MUTE WORLD) A
son of a whore. Apocalypse.

>>11436510
absolutely plebeian

>>11436465
Cheers m'lord, a toast to you! May Gaia be your oyster and full of pearls, and may you shuck many clams to boot, without pulling a single muscle, or a claw a crabs upon your shrimp, sir, here here, to good health, and good love, and good life, and good good, for you and all you greet!

>>11436494
it's truly a horrific pair; a truly horrific pair; she's an angel of light; she shines and glides like a nymph; i love her; but she treats herself to laughter and to giggles; cheap comedy; a joker, a comedian; one who spins little puns and jizzes himself; codswallop and hogwash i deem it

>>11436510
good, good; we'll winnow thee away, we'll winnow thee away away; see you on the shore, you innumerable pebbles; see you on the shore with the rest; we're going to chafe you; we're going to reap you away in the fields; fresh pickings for autumn; we're going to soft-lift your hair with our winnowing wind; pictures he goes for; my god, my god; pictures, visual images, little symbols to look at and perceive; my god, if you wanted a coloring-book and a book with pictures, you came to the wrong little humble abode, my little strumpet of a dame; you came to the wrong territory, the incorrect domain, the fallacious range; head back to the coloring books; go color in between the lines; pseud of a maggot

>>11436519
ah yes; i love the little spurts and spits of greek he interspurts in there; zoe mou sas agapo; ah yes, oinopa ponton; yes, verily, i say

zou mou sas agapo means something or other i love you; it's so romantic; zoe, as you'll remember, is one of the prostitutes dressed in a slip with bronze buckles (one, tloo, tlee); she dresses babby bloomly bloom in a pelisse with a caul of hair; she's simply wonderful; bloom feels her round little bubs underneath her slip; she really gives him the slip; let's go to the next line

>PHILIP DRUNK AND PHILIP SOBER: (THEIR LAWNMOWERS PURRING WITH A RIGADOON
OF GRASSHALMS) Clever ever. Out of it out of it. By the bye have you the
book, the thing, the ashplant? Yes, there it, yes. Cleverever outofitnow.
Keep in condition. Do like us.

ah yes; rigadoon is a kind of dance; joyce metaphorizes this into the dancing of the grasshalms; they do the rigarigarigadoon; i love it, fantastic

ah yes, and then lipoti virag goes into the sexual imagery of the hinduist organs of the yoni into the man's lingam and what have you; great, great stuff; yoni into lingam; yoni being the female sexual organ of the vulva having all-embracing power; and the lingam is that there penis phallic device that inserts itself into the plump mellow yellow roasted turkey wattles of the yoni; yoni and lingam; ying and yang; such sexual flavor

>>11436541
here, here; prithee, most noble thanks to your parson; i appreciate thee; and blessings upon thee as well; may the angels of love and light sing thy way to greater paths, to more than a footstool; i hope your earnings shave off more than half a pence; i hope you find great wealth, great scintillating glory in whatever footpaths you tread; verily; prithee, god-den!

>>11436520
Get off my board queer
this is pseud territory now

>>11436510
absolutely based let those fuckers enjoy their own farts

>>11436560
>>11436564
what? infiltrated? discovered? what are your majors? your degrees? your whereabouts? your alibis; i will not stand for this; i told you english majors only; this does not include scientists, engineers, computer scientists; mathematicians, logicians, rhetoricians, orators; chemists, biologists; historians, doctors, pablum, detritus; life and sciences; bibliographers; bibulous buttons; we don't want you here; we don't need you here

ENGLISH MAJORS ONLY

>>11436560
it was always pseud territory, I swear to god I want all the frogs to rain down on this place, let the locusts come, let all the pseuds be washed from the Earth once and for all, I would rather the unthinking memery of the frogs than the convoluted half-baked rationalizations this board uses to defend itself from change, its an embarassment I tell you, please bring your frog army and kill us

>>11436465
oh but my dear fellow, and to say you admired the bards false staff, and even of yourself to show and know a side of humoure, hark, alas must we conclude, privy it a pithy thing, as a child might be proud to prove his play with ball potent while alone but hideth it away when all there is else to do in life a more serious sport, hopefully unsorry? Yes, nay, mayhaps perchance a master spits on what hes mastered far beneath him, and as vino est en veritas, spice est en variatas. Must we imagine her heart aches and quakes, does she know of a lie, or is there nothing better than to escape her always why so serious.

>>11436581
yes, verily; i take it to mean in the context of a most incestuous case determining in the aforementioned civil dispute civilly handled by an affidavit and a writ of habeus corpus she was intractably handled in a way that was most deleterious to her person noting that; in short, she was mishandled like a piece of fallen jewelry; by a one who was unfit to take her upon himself; verily, the court did thus establish itself in precedence and in verity; that the comedian himself inveritably did force himself upon her and, she, a forceful dame; did in exactitude did in verily yes o yea and thus we come to a point round the junction of

>>11436572
18 yr old NEET
Stay mad bigwordnigger
Anyway, back to check a thread in /cm/

>>11436573
Me too honestly. I know how we can kill the board faster. I hereby petition the mods to turn /lit/ into a red board. Who else is with me?

>>11436607
yes; and stay there; big words he calls me; yes, yes; because i should stoop down to your ignominious level and travel away in a land of small words; no, no; i've strained myself in years of servitude to king-shakespeare and god-den-joyce in order to amass this lexicon, this dictionary, this network of trellised words; i will not hang to your level; i will not descend into your footpaths, your treads; i walk among my ascendants, my primogeniture; i want to be their paterfamilias, their materfamilias, their mamma; i want to instruct the denizens and litterateurs of this board with conversaziones; prithee, ho hum!

>>11436613
no, no; let's not kill the board; let's get rid of you; you slimy, goopy waste; you disgusting gawpy goopy woopy loopy waste; you slobbering sloopy mess; you gobbets and gibbets of undigested dibbles; get gone, be henceforth gone; you're ruining this all; you bits of half-digested glumps of wumps

>>11436618
slendiforously loquacious pseudipigriphal psedointellectual pseud pseud pseud.

>>11436598
but one must ask, why not a musical man, too much of a good thing may be unso, and/or the possibilities of jealousy, fortunately or un, we may never know. Yes, perhaps any other man would take themselves too seriously, and illtemper her inclintive disposition, the balance of not too hard and not too soft, not to forward nor an ease of being pushed over, bending and breaks and sturdy strongs, life thus a giddy gay play all le days long, a mystery though, a mystery, as if a squadron of shakesperes could woo her

>>11436613
hot mama...why couldnt she have married a comic

>>11436702
yes truly a sound remark; prithee, her temper might have been wronged in that moment where placed her index finger ever so gently and thronged it onto the adjacent and adverse keyboard; to which she thronged out melodious substances that paved their way in gold sheets along the tripled morrised dancefloor; to which perhaps the gentleman (we'll say about 30 years or so, middle-aged, with kids and a wife, married, with accouchement and advertisements of wealthy banks) didst propound and proceeded to stick his finger up her well we'll retract this sentiment for the children; and then she gaffed and guffawed and bellowed out a scream; to which the defendent, summoned here in an affidavit and to be sized up by the assize of the court, didst confess to a paltry confession amounting to a legal pitybox of a court-scheme to which he went to church to absolve his sins and to have a frieze overcoat by the bishop in gabardine to resolve and absolve his sins in holy matrimony amen

>>11436718
ay ay, well what other fancy music do ye fancy, my prince of parlance? And what be your goals with the majorness that is English?

>>11436885
clearly he will produce a work worthy of his tremendous talent

>>11436885
ay; ho hum, prithee, i'll tell thee; forsooth, i do enjoy me a lot of strings in my music; if i could have a little soup with all the strings in the world; the cellos, double basses, the guitars, the sitars, the cellos, the basses; the violins, violas, etc, etc; o, and make that with cheddar and broccoli; o, silly me, where did i last leave off?; ah, yes, prithee; i do enjoy talk talk; they do gabble on a bit, i do, do; and i enjoy myself a bit of slint; those spidery, serpentine little guitar players with their dissonant and inharmonious chords all gawking and crowing out in strident discord; o, and it's so very haunting and spidery and dark; and they sing in whispers, in little hushed sibilant on-the-edge whispers; on the edge of hearing, almost inaudible; prithee; o, and, of course, neutral milk hotel; that wonder of the world mangum; that wonder of the world strumming and twanging and twinging and o where did i leave off yes on the terminus point i didly do; and oooo comely; i hope that you have heard those songs; he sings in a really high feverish pitch; and intonates ad altaire dei; he sings of christ and death and anna franke; of the jewish holocaust horror that took place, prithee, a few decades ago; and he has a really beautiful voice that struggles and really tries to reach those high altitude notes; those soaring flying notes; those really high triumphant notes; those really regal, high notes; jubilant and exultant notes;

and my goal with the major is to sing; yes, that's right; to be mangumian; i have the tenor voice; i can reach those altius aliquilus notes; i can really reach them, grasp them, define them; shoot for them and grasp them; those tenor lofty towers of notes is where i stretch and kind of gable off to; and i want to inject literature back into music and songcraft; it's been plagueingly missing from songwriting; dylan is a fraud; mangum is a god

>>11436917
ah yes, i really will; i thank you on that deliberate note of yours; i appreciate it; i can see my work decked out in spackling, spanning colors of red, vermilion, cinnabar; violet, ruby; tawny, yellow feathers of owls and eagles; and the flying, rooting eagle that pecks out the daws of kites and what have you; the chrysanthemums, the flowers, the flowers of old ages; the violet flowers in the fields and the pastures; the glades; it will be spangled and bedecked and specked with the most beautiful metaphors that have been at once unknown to man; metaphors that would make shakespeare gulp and gasp for air as he takes in the breathtaking amount of figurative language pouring from the insides of my cerebrum; my labia; my prefrontal cortex; and my voluptuous vulva, if you will (and this is the part where i wink at thee, hee hee); well, anyways; it will be a grand monopoly of an effort; a royal effort; where kings and queens can come and view the work in parlors and museums; to see what figurative language and semicolons this frantic and upstart semicolanon has brewed; what rich coffees, what malts, what milkshakes he can brew with his semicolons; and to say, hey, all of this work, all of this work amassed and amounted to masterpieces; that that mexican bawd who dumped me months ago is now forever shadowed and in the shade of my omnipotent, and glorious works of my time; o, i love it; o, it tips off my tongue so lollingly; o i loll, i loll; i absolutely bawl and loll at it; i thank thee for the kind words; you will be my phoenix, reborn from the ashes; all decked up in a gallimaufry of different colors and a hodgepodge of different assorted arrays; you will be my feathered bird, my feathered flocking fine phoenix; my phoenician friend

>>11436995
im drinking a milkshake right now, what could this mean?

>>11437003
it means enjoy it; take it all in, o my little love-bird dove; take it all in; take in all of its swirls, its simple swirls; feel that sugar, that carbonate multipolymerized polymer of delicious sugary glucose extract fill your throat; those are my words; all sugary and saccharine; but with that modernist cresset, that joycean oddity; the semicolons are the little crystals, the little oreo-creamed frills that lace down the interior of that miraculous mcdonald's drink (and yes, we're sorry, our ice cream machine is down); o, to think of those past olden days when i stood long hours in that booth taking orders left and right; ho hum, i'd like a quarter pounder with cheese, and cut out those little picklets, my good sirrah; o, i'll take a kids' meal what size medium o and with a toy for a boy because he's my little boytoy; prithee, either way; sip it down your gullet; slurp it up; let it sluice; my words will be as drippy, as droppy, as melancholy as ever words were; i'll make shakespeare take a taste of it; he's enurned in his casket, let's wake him up; ho, shakespeare! up and at 'em!; we've got thee thy coriolanus! we've got thee thy antony! here's thy hamlet! ho, hum! here's thy phoenix, thy muse, thy nymph, thy sorceress!

>>11436924
nice nice, very nice, do you have a throwaway email I could contact you? To talk about writing and music?

>>11437050
o! o! throwaway! throwaway horse! of the equine variety; o, the jews have taken o'er the land i say; prithee, i do have a discord; i can give you my discord; i don't have a throwaway email at my disposal; what would'st thou do, prithee? perhaps we may talk of music and women and writing in here, prithee; thou may'st find me most delightful when it comes to that; i want to migrate, to move, to be mobile toward new york city, i do so; i could be bound in a closet, contained in a nutshell, confined in a little room and count myself a king of infinite space, of vast lands and territories; prithee, what's all the hubbub? talk to me here, hear, hear; or else mayhaps a discord will suffice? throwaway emails i know not of; prithee

>>11437068
Well discord doesnt work for me, if you have or can make an email, email me
derndernit123@gmail.com

You are just started college in texas, why did you mention new york? I want to chat about maybe trying a loose and lax experimental easy going (but with serious purpose, art and craft and quality) writing project with you, and you are into good music but I wonder if you have listened to much classical music and whether you have or have not or whatever you think I know of many pieces that will surprise you in their improvement of life. With chaste, or haste, I do hope you letter, get thee to a nunnery, and such and such, it hath made me mad

Ever listen to this version of hamlet?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A4uZrna_lFM

stop

>>11437023
how the fuck did you know it was from mcdonalds

>>11437023
based

>>11437102
truly, sirrah; let me construct and build an email out of some wood and some pliers i have found in my residence; i'll shall get back to thee shortly on that, prithee; first and foremost i'm focused moreso on this thread but a writing project that you have thus far proposed would be a most appropriate and well-received part on my part; i would to embark on that kind of endeavor, a serious one with serious and solemn implications of a most grave and somnolent nature; we could definitely do so; i have listened to a fair bit of classical music, going back to classical, baroque, renaissance, and dipping out and even into modernist composers; debussy, chopin, beethoven, mozart, locke, monticello, jefferson, bach, shakespeare, joyce; i have listened even to brahms, wagner, gustav, schoenberg, stravinsky, tchaikovsky; and others; i will get back to you on this; let me construct an edifice of an email and mayhaps we might make our own lyrical ballads for this generation, for this little breed of ilk

>>11437109
cease; desist; cease; surcease; ho, hum; what is with you? i guess we can't have a bit of fun in our little boring esoteric lives; i guess we have to play to your whims and do your bidding; master, what would'st thou? let's stop, let's surcease, let's end, let's terminate; this fellow, this sirrah, this scandalous pest, would have us stop; would have us cease our gambols, our songs, our flatteries; would have the composer stop midway in a performance of 4'33" by a cage; would have the composer and the conductor stop in the halfway point of their composition and conduction of the 42nd symphony, of twelfth night, of midsummer night's dream; prithee, stop; prithee, you stop

>>11437110
o, just a sibyllic sense; i have a sibyl sense; and just association of memory; i used to work at that dreadful little hollow of a place; it sort of tore into me; now i associate those goopy slushy milkshakes with mcdonald's; all thick and goppy and all gloopy in the mouth; makes you nauseated; o, ho, hum

>>11437138
>esoteric
i dont think you know what this word means. if you openly discuss it then it becomes exoteric.

>>11437147
good, good; my own classical little editor to look out at all of my mistakes and crack open the little nuts and peer into their insides; i love it, i love; what a wonderful little typewriting monkey we have here at our disposal; prithee, here's your task, my little strumpet boy; the next time i make such a flippant and tasteless remark such as that; where the error is so blatantly obvious to the remarkable senses that are near us, i want you to inform me thus; i want you to clap it out to the tops of your lungs; i want the birds in the canopies of trees to hear you belting my mistakes, my tiny errors, my inscrutable ways; i would have you perform this part down to perfection; i would have you point out every single mistake; i would have you stitch and bind every little hole in the clothes of my arguments; bind every little hair in the folds of plaits; seam every garment into its particular form; thou needless and kneading and knitting little neet

>>11437102
dearophelia1610@gmail.com

bump; some computer scientists made fun of me today and it made me feel really lugubrious and sullen; it made me feel really sad and miserable; they poked and laughed at me, bullied me with words like "you'll never get a job, you slob" and "you'll never amount to any significant achievement or accomplishment you tired old bawd;" it made me cry a bit; here's to english majors and their unique ways; their ways, their paths; their untrodden poetic paths

>>11437297
we tend to do that. we are robots, we have no feelings

>>11437327
yes, truly; it really bums me out to hear that so; it really takes out the notes from my songs, really grabs away the joy from my merriment; to know that beasts such as you can derive no emotion from this grand, gallimaufric world; this wide, walloping, willowing world that we both here inhabitually inhabit; we love it, we love it; we want you to feel emotion; we want you to feel terror, and strife, and love, and life; and have a wife, and make it such as will suffife; we want you to; we want you to; but as it stands, computer scientists are really just robots and machines and little computational devices; they are calculators, full of numbers and numeric stories and digits and synecdoches and what have you; parts to a whole, wholes to a part; numbers, numbers; tell me, when the universe can be described and depicted wholly and fully in rapture in numbers, i will bow my head down in complaisant complacent obedient obeisance to these computer gods

>>11437357
beep boop does not compute, the fuck you sayin mate talk normal like

>>11437327
i mean it just really takes out the shine from my day; the beautiful, lovely, lively, lanky shine from my day; that there are humans out there, or we at least classify them as humans; because, prithee; we cannot with variety and verity assure that they are actually humans; but, sufficeth it to say; these scientists, these computers; these scientific anomalies and weight-changers; they really baffle and bawdle me with their words; their equations and songs; their hymns set to equations and scientific parabolas and immense nebulas of spacious and empty obscurity; to cite these truisms, these malapropisms, these gashes and gushes of sound; into thin airyness nothing beats

>>11437368
o yes; he beeps and he boops; you scientists will never understand the watery liquid flow of words; it goes right above you; the water washes you in osculation and ablution but you do not understand it; you drink willingly the water but it goes through you, in and out, urinated diuretically through your vesicle, your little phallic sceptre that plunges from time to a time, half a time, into some lady parts, some dark and mysterious little parts; where little farts, little tedious smelly sumptuous farts poke out of her rump; her rump exceedingly plump, with a hump; little farts, little flatulent devices that woo the man, escape out from that little obscure and obsolescent orifice of woman; big with child, big with your child; big with that little larping, laping, lathering child; soaked in maternal dew, soaked in the waters and the rivers of gaia-woman; soaked in the rivers, the exponential shivers, of gaia; mother earth, we bow down to you, we bow down to you in prayer, in song, in dance and merriment; we bow down to you; we make love to your river, to your earth, your avid supporters, your devotees; your loving, little supporters and adherents; we bow to you in supplication, in mirth and in laughter we do

>>11437383
error error semicolon overload imminent error error

>>11437421
good, good; i've stricken a nerve; i've poked a little button on you; i've torn off a little button off your suit, your coat, your tie; how do you do? is everything good? here, have some liqueur; o, and with a bungalowshaped house in the meantime; and make that with a chryselephantine papal standard; ho hum, let's go, let's go

>posters 11
>replies 70
if I read enough old english is this what my stream of consciousness will become of my journaling?

>>11437600
truly, ho hum; it will, i guarantee it; just try it out; open up that big, big mouth of yours; that grand, gigantic, gaping maw of thine and just open it; open it up all the way; now, gesticulate; masticate those sounds, those words, those letters, those little onomatopoeic homonyms and synonyms and phonemes and memes; just gulp them all up like the air; just gulp them and swallow them up like little cells; o, prithee; how art thou? i change it up all the thyme; i really do; i change it up all the thyme; here we go; ho, hum!; just open your eyes to the vision of what i have wrought in iron and steel and surreal steal; i steal thoughts away like thieves and burglars; ho hum!

>>11437600
apologies are in due order; i seem to be speaking and talking in some surreal order of words; prithee, my apologies; si certo, si certo; my apologies, my god; i sound like a prattling, foolish, and utter knave; have at thee, ho!; i'll attempt to translate this mess, this garbage can where pappa used to throw up in; let's make it more modernist, let's give it that modernist little dash of flavor on it; here we go, this hurts my head; o, it really does; i look to my right and all i see are books, books, books; little and big books with the edges, the edges of the paper sort of glinting in golden selvedges; their little frills all wrapped about, all lamped about o there's a tickling little fart that just scaped out of my hole

>>11437600
what i really and truly and precisely meant to say is that i'm envious of the people at stanford; at the stanford law students; at how they got in; at how they got those scores, those perfect scores, of 180 or even 170 or higher; how they achieved so much; how much their little fathers gave them in money, in ducats, in coins; how much their mommies coddled them, prepared them, schooled them, taught them; how they were given and granted the best that education could give; how they studied endlessly for hours and hours and hours and still were able not to eschew friendships and social bonds and even made friends and achieved perfect scores and volunteering hours; i'm envious of their distinction and how they did it all, how they swept the table off in awards and merits and scholars; how they took it all, how they advanced to stanford, the university of our time; how they beat me, how they conquered me; how they really just filleted me with their scores; how they made a fish filet sandwich out of me at the local mcdonald's; i was so angry about it for months on end when i had heard she had gotten into stanford; the school for the mightiest, the strongest, the elite; ho hum, the creme de la creme, the peaks of perfection, the ne plus ultra; the paragons of science, of maths, of intelligence; the ne plus ultra, the zenith, the acme, the highest point; par excellence; i wanted so much to really go there, to go there, to be there; i've visited; it's a lovely little locale; bits of trees, those little palm trees; and they plant them out with visteria and hysteria and wisteria and wistful wines and vines and fine dining and okay dokay

>>11437600
actually, i'm sorry; what i truly meant to say is that i'm envious; i'm truly envious of their ways; i'm really covetous and desirous of them; i really am; how nonpareil they are; how unparalleled and nonpareil they are in the world; it really hos my hums; it really hums my hos (all up in the party with the music all blaring and her glaring at me with those silent wondrous eyes of sex); i really wanted to stay; i went there two times to visit someone i dearly dearly most dearly loved; a girl who got in from high school; we had met a long time ago, back when we had marching band; prithee, those were good times; we did the cinquepace on the concrete; we executed that in moonlight blue slippers with tinsel sylph's diadem on her brow; anyways, i went there twice; the sights were unbelievable; they were gorgeous really, and beautiful; o, and sublime, there's a pretty, pretty word to invoke from the heavens; anyways, we went there; it was grand, it was sublime; the trees were all palmy and balmy and blimey, here we go again; it was fine stuff; we were there over the spring break last time i checked by my calculations and dials; it was grand, it was really really romantic and nice; and when i walked around in the little streets they had there, everything felt just fine; it was sweet and sumptuous; it was grand, grand, grand, grand

>>11437600
what i mean to say was it was just a really balmy time; yes, that's what i mean to say; it was a balmy, balmy little affair of a time; it was splendid in all of its shine and stuff; and lots of stuff happened; and i'm just envious, ho; i'm just envious of it all, of the qualities and of the ho hums; it really drags me on, really drags my gears; it really is; it really does; it really is something; really, really; it really is something; it really is a something of a something; it really grabs something; it really tells me something; it really grabs, it really grabs; it really grabs, it really grabs; it really grabs, it grabs; it grabs, it grabs; it grabs it grabs; it grabs, it grabs; it really grabs, it really grabs; it grabs, it grabs; it grabs, o; and another thing; it grabs; o, and grabs; and grabs; o, and grabs; and grabs; o, and one more; grabs; and grabs; o, and just a thing; it grabs; it grabs; o, and does the cinquepace; and grabs; and grabs; ho hum; and grabs and grabs and grabs; and grabs; and grabs; and grabs, and grabs, and grabs, and grabs, and grabs; and grabs; o grabs, grabs, grabs, grabs, grabs, grabs, grabs, grabs, grabs; o, and grabs, and grabs, and grabs, and grabs; o, and grabs, and grabs, and grabs, and grabs

>>11437600
what i mean to say is we had a grand old time, a grand old time; it was fun, really; we had a good time; and we saw a lot of things, we did; we went to museums, however you spell that; a cat cries and mews mrgknao; anyways, we went to museums; and the warf, the seaman's warf, with the waifs and strays; we went there, and saw seals down by the sea shore; we didn't see sally though, god darn it; we didn't see sally; no, we didn't get to see sally the one day; and it was fun, it was just fun; here's some filler to move onto the next arena of content; then we did stuff; then we did stuff in the room; and there were little lit candles; and we had imbibed some sweet rose wine; some sweet rose; imagine a little tilde over the e and you've got it; ros-ay; like heigh-ho; and there were candles and wine and some wine and candles all in the hearth; and there were some candles and wines and the little lights that were sort of whisked on the wall and nutted there with little bolts or clamps or otherwise little sturdy objects that kept them afloat all along the banister wall; this is surrealism, anon; and yes, we had fun; we had a lot and a lot and a bit of fun; and the fun lasted a while; there were some tears, some pain, some blood; some groans, some shrieks, some ghosts; and the candles flickered all night and did that thing where they blow a little bit in one direction as if about to go out but they never go out no no they never go out; and i tupped the white ewe; anywho, we did the good stuff and the candles had that effervescent glow of ephemeral glory

>>11437600
what i mean to say is that she was my little daisy; i was her gatsby; i had waited on her for so many months and years and days and centuries and decades and millenia; i had waited so many times and times and times for us to have that moment, to catch a break; i wanted it with her because it was our love, our love; we wanted to really make it ring true with delight and glory; we really wanted it to shine with glory and delight; and we did; it burned all night, all night; it burned and it burned and it burned in some kind of glow, some kind of glow it burned; and the flames rose up to the ceiling and the cornices; and the candle was there, and a moth went by it and got sucked into it; the candle was fine, the moth wasn't; anywho, the candle sort of had this flame that burned and was warm and contained heat; there was a heat to it, a really heat to it; a really lovely lovely hoovely heat to it; hovely

>>11437600
good, good; what i truly and verily meant to say was that we did it; we really tried it; we had a grand old time; we walked around and about; we played ball; i threw, she caught; i gave my yogi to her lingam; i played ball, she caught; i was the pitcher, the thrower, the hitter, the hatter, the hater, the hooter, the liar, the lyre; the lute, the flute, the stupid hoot

>>11437600
dear god, we're sinking, we're sinking; we're plunging into the black depths of the sea; we're going down, down, down; tumbling first to page two, now three; my other thread had more success, more acclaim; what happened to me? am i a bygone let bygone? am i has-been? a shebeenkeeper? i can't stand this; and i can't stand the little red lines that keep appearing under certain words that the machine thinks are spelled wrong or are grammatically incorrect; i can't stand you either; i really can't; thou gross and ugly knave; coxcomb of a fool; out, out; i want you out; i want you out; i want you gone; o, and with a bungalowshaped house parapet

>>11437951
don't feel too bad man, people are here to shitpost youre asking a lot trying to recreate your last thread so soon

>>11437600
i'm so alone in this here cave, my sirrah; in this little hollow by the glen; glen; quagmire; heretofore, i feel so very very alone; and i require your solicitude immediately and presently; i really do; i require that maternal care; i require your soft hand; innocently felt and reminding me of my youth; of youth's warm rosy innocent touch; of blissful summer eves out in the garden with the eaves and gables; o, and with a bungalowshaped house; and also settees and sedans and little morganatic spouses; o, and make that with a bungalow; anywho, i remember your touch, mamma; your fingers, your touch; your touchity touch touch; your hands that glow with manna, all ambrosial and spread out with honey and milk; and little particles of stars all shaped round your finger like a ruby ring; that glowed and shone so magnificently on your stardust star; on your palace; all glistening and revealing your bare hands that fed me, bore me, cleaned me, yclept me; ho!

>>11437951
thought you were going to go on with the story of the girl, what happened next, but understand if its too sensitive a topic. All that can be said is, many a man has been there before, and if one said to them when they were in the midst of the suffer 'you'll get over it' they likely all would be in disbelief and rage, but surely for likely every single one, eventually they got over it

>>11437961
i thank thee; perhaps we should wait; perhaps there's some moment or period of delay we have to endure before we can replicate that masterpiece and that magnum opus and that delight of a thread; my god, we had the time of our lives; i was bearing out sonnets and giving birth to them accouchement-style and i would give them all these dashing accoutrements of style and caparison them with these lovely lasting words that made them shine and kind of glow with an effervescent touch; o, i had the sonnet duel and the repartee with the one sirrah who was a computer scientist that left him cackling and cawking out all over his work desk; i mean, my god; we had poesy; we had light, we had jokes, we had fun; it was like the peak of the board, the highlight, the triumph; it was like a celebration and a victory and even a triumph; it was like a conquest, like a little tale we could retell over and over again about how semicolanon really swept everyone off their feet with his stylistic and stylish and eclat prose; my god, my god, let's go for it; let's show it off

>>11437974
o, prithee, i was going to go on; i was just a bit afraid that i had lost an audience; that i was speaking to the tired old wind; that i was speaking to the indifferent winds and billows and gales; anywho, yes; after stanford i went back; we did the whole texting, talking, communicating thing through video chat and through text; there was some romance in it, sure; we had some romance; i got to see images of her little toes, her feet, her little hoofs all the time on the screen; she'd dangle them in front of me like spiders' ghosts hanging off of webs; she'd dangle and hang those little feet in front of me for she knew my little mysteries, my secrets, my fetishes, my cravings, my allure; she did it all with that mischievous look in her eye; she knew what was up, she knew what was happening; she moved in lascivious crispation; she angled them like little come-hithers, like coquettish little things she did; she gave me the eye, all seductive and promising and inviting; it said, come hither into my lair; let me dress you up and stack you up in a suit and then make you my little slave, my little slave; and she was my little houri for a time, for months, for months, through that visual medium; anyways, then she came back for a summer and i picked her up every day and we did youthful summer things in the summer in the back of my car; youthful summer things; we were just jejune spirits exploring humanity; exploring what made us tick, what makes us feel and the kinds of sensations that really pleasure us and make us scream out to god with our little foibles; anywho, that went on for a month or two; it just sort of disintegrated from there, like a wall that hasn't had any work for a while that starts to gain dust; or dust on a book that hasn't been opened because to read it again is tedium and monotony and boredom; it got old; sex wasn't a mystery anymore; we lost the mystery of that; that mystery had given over a sheen to the relationship, had made it kind of falsely glow in the moonlight; and once we had finally consummated it, the sheen wore off; it lost its lustre; what was gold was really fake copper alloy or zinc alloy; it was artificial, false light; we tumbled some more but the romance was gone; the light was extinguished, the flame rotted away; anywho, i still remember our last moments being pancakes and syrup and whipped cream and coffee and little bits of syrup drooping off her palate and her maw; and then she went off back to her university and months by and by; and of course it was over, there was nothing else to build it upon; our parapet and our pillars rested on shaky and infirm foundations; it was a consternation, it was a confabulation; it was a vagary of the truth and it was a cesspool-midden of a slump we went into; it's over, dead and done; dead as a doornail; what else, what else? it was tempestuous and lovely; it was a lovely beautiful storm; it shook me to my core with resonance and redolence; it changed me; it made me.

>>11437974
and my god, you're right; by jove you're right; i got over it, i got over that; it wasn't so bad; but by jove, i remember the nights in the summer, in vespertinal perambulations and meet-ups; we'd meet up after her work and we'd just sit in the back; to lose all of her at once, it was such a painful thing; i waned a lot; i waxed sadly with tears; it's such a quiet and a painful thing to lose all of someone all at once; i still remember the vespertinal nights; the way the moonlight made her look all out in the car; by jove, the way the moonlight shifted everything; i couldn't even see her though; it was all shadowed in darkness; it was all just movements, just movements here and there; it was groping about, it was grasping about; it was about moving your hand until you could get it on a piece of flesh and holding onto it tight and hoping never ever to let it go; it was about grabbing onto a piece of her arm, her shoulder, her scapular, her clavicle, her gluteus, her stomach, her abdomen; her cheek, her eyes, her face, her form; grabbing on to any and all pieces and holding on for dear life because of the lack of awareness as to what would happen next; and to hold on so blindly and to grope so much in the dark; to latch on to a ghost of a figure, to latch on to a form without features, to attach to a thing without beauty; just lips, eyes, hands, and movements to kiss, touch, hold; to talk to an occulted dark figure of the night; that little paramour of mine; who i could not see, only hear and interact with; could only suck and lick; could only taste and touch; some shape, some dark shape in the night that i made love to and who left me afterwards; who left me afterwards in my little bed with the pillow and the sheets in the summer; who left me to wake up there in the afternoon; who left me on the highways; who left me in bed to sleep, to sleep, perchance to dream; ay, and there's the pain; it was pain; i knew pain then; pain was a concept before; it became real then

>>11437978
You, who are a thinker and speaker of pure beauty
standing out among the sea & walking on the sun
are with baton in hand leader of the band showcasing duty
and a proud master of the glories of fun

Dancing like a twitering star who sparkles down to grace the sols set
lightly on the heads of all sleep and dreamers fixing gems amixt their crowns
the heart of merry cheer flutters like a crystalline wave of net
and all there are are happy noises and happy sounds

You twirl and dazzle and shock and daze on with endless fluidity
through the air with out a care smiling flames of golden dignity
every where you speak and step a thousand edens are planted
you step to the stage and eye all the folks and tell them theres nothing you cant did

So heres to you, a glowing hero of a realm, raising the bar to olympus
and a thanks from all far all time for all that you have and will gift us

>>11438054
o spectacular and magnificent; what a wonderful eulogizing poem you have presented to me; what a work of wonder; my god, i'm going to transmigrate my ambitions now to sonnet form for a time to thank thee

thou lovely, loyal, gracious, wondrous thing
to crown me with such pretty flowing words;
you've made me feel as if i am a king;
you've said it all; and everyone concurs;
i do, i dazzle with my dazzling words;
my words just flow, they make the eagles soar;
i really do, and everyone concurs;
i make you fly; i make the rich men poor;
with all my adjectives and wondrous sights;
and out i go to give such blessings to
the ones who need it most, i am their lights;
i give them all their love; i am for you;
so make your brilliance shine throughout the day;
i'm always yours, this kiss means i will stay

*kisses him*

>>11438054
another, ho hum!

throughout the champaigns rich with high-grown grass;
and all the dells and dales throughout my reign;
i give it all, to lovely colleen lass;
and all my loves, who never do profane;
i need to build a holy sacred shrine
to me, myself, and o my lovely self;
i'm worthy of the hoopla, let us enshrine
my worthy self; and save it from some pelf;
within the winding wending wavy meads;
there comes a warrior with bending sword;
he vows to slay whatever him impedes;
with rhyming verse and with a rhyming sward;
so here we go, let's cut it out the time;
for this rings true, and this here is my rhyme

>>11437996
>>11438031
>>11438076
>>11438095
very great stuff, thanks for the poems, but I didnt mean to sidetrack with the sonnet, just tried my hand at it as I saw you mentioned you were writing them the other time, you are in the flow with your prose writing, have at it

>>11438117
ah yes; and verily i do thank you for the stump speeches; the eulogies; the poems; the poetry; i love to be deified and embraced by you; have at it however you like; now, where was i; o yes; now, by the ends of a commodious vicus we reach a way a long a how a who through to howth's mirus bazaar; o, and with a bungalowshaped house, and make it with a parapet; anywho, where was i; yes, cue the saddest violins; she left me, she really did; i remember it was in march; spring wasn't even on the horizon at the moment; we were stark stuck sticking on the middle in between months; i think the week after was the worst, the worst thing known to me at the time; and the week during too; i remember driving to work on the highways and the sun was just at a position and an angle and a rotation and a ho hum where videlicet it was still night outside in the matutinal hours; anywho, i remember driving amidst traffic and beings and wishing to die; i remember singing along to ingrid michaelson songs because it was what we listened to; i had the naive notion we would be back together in a chip-chop hold my dot kind of time; that we could bring back all of the fragments, prithee, all of the loose shards, broken glass, tumbled masonry, and chandelier shills to form a new and pieced-together little statue of a relationship; i thought we could bring it back, hold it again, return it to where it was; i was in a recurrent mindset of the past; i wanted our halcyon days back, our golden pax romana; and so there was a kind of hope pervading my senses in those early days of the break-up; it was still a tremendous and ponderous heap of a weight; i wanted to eerily die and move on; i wanted to supplant my body into something else; i wanted to transform my features and scrunch them up so painfully tight that i could blossom out and die and just fucking die; it was wondrous grand, prithee; and i remember bobbing and weaving through traffic in anger; then, later days, i would just resolutely stay in the same line right at the speed limit; many and many a truck would pass me by and flirt past me; i was carbonized; i was a shell; ho hum, ho hum; but i also felt more than i had ever felt; i was matched with the heartbeat of the world; i could feel more of myself, could feel more of the world; it was both numbing and revitalizing; i was more sensitive to the proclivities and propensities of life; i could feel it more; and i wanted to die, ho!; i wanted to die because i missed her dearly; i wanted to die because sometimes i would have the worst, most awful, most awful feelings in between the hours of 1 and 4, when i would lay in bed in the afternoon after work; and i would lie there, in between sleep and wake, and think; and we didn't have AC so i would sweat profusely; i could have made a water kingdom; my sweat could have been imbibed by ten thousand thirsty people; i could have resupplied california with my perspiration fluids

>>11438117
anywho, prithee; may i describe the sense? i haven't been at that kind of pain in a while; i don't know if i could describe to you fully that sensation of lying in bed in those hot afternoon summer hours with the sheets all pulled over me and the blazing heat outside soaking me in a sodden mass of fluid, flesh, body, hair; i could feel my life being pulled out of me almost; i could feel my life ending; i thought i would evaporate with the sun and just float on into nonexistence; i thought i could taste death on the tip of my tongue; i could feel it in my head; you know sadness is there when you can feel that little booming pulse in your brain; each pulse signifies a little regret, a little woe; each little booming bass drum pulse of a beat in the back of your head and your occiput symbolizes a kind of death, a kind of impending death; it's like a funereal march and death is marching on in that beat; it's your inner beat, your toil, your beat; it's the fife and the drum, the tabor and the manacle; i felt fettered, i felt fucked; and this went on for months and months; i couldn't live, i couldn't; i would lay sideways and scrunched up like a little hermit; i would lie there and feel that pulsating vibrant beat; it would beat and beat and beat; i wanted it to crack my head open into little pieces and let the juices spill out and pour forth into little goblets and chalices and anointed ones; ho, and make that with a bungalowshaped house; anywho, and i had regrets; i should have volunteered; i should have video-called more; i tried to reshape the whole disaster to say i was better than her and i would do more; but truly i missed her and loved her; i still have her itsy bitsy little feetsie weetsie pictures on my computer; i still look at them occasionally; not as much; i'm getting better and more better; it's just those months where i would lie in bed and feel almost a paralysis; i couldn't move, i didn't want to move; i felt in and out of life; i felt that i could just disappear and not be anything at all; i felt as if my life was just a little blink out of many blinks, that there's nothing to it; and i will die, i know it; i will die, i will die; and you will die; and i'll take you with me, prithee; I'LL TAKE YOU FUCKING WITH ME

>>11437978
Compscisonnetanon here, want to pick some new form of poem and have a go? I felt a bit limited by sonnets, im not really into flowery love declarations, if this thread is around tomorrow why dont we see if we cant come up with something

>>11438193
ay, truly truly; tomorrow we can; i'll be at some form of an orientation tomorrow, prithee, for most of the god-dong day; see if you can (ho!); see if you can pick out a form of poetry to test ourselves on; miltonic blank verse? shakespearean blank verse? alexandrines, epithets, heroic couplets, sestets, octuplets? you name the price, the poem, the technique; villanelle; sestina; limerick, a rondeau, a who knows; give me a shot, we'll try it out; our last battle was lovely

>>11438173
>>11438193
what do you think of trying to hack out a rough play using the name tag to be characters. Also experimental and open ended, can fit any type of writing into a play: prose, narrator, sonnet, poetic rambling, dialogue.... just an idea... semicolons poetic excursions are really great as is though


I say unto you verily, I reckon that the whereabouts of the extrapolation is diligently curtailed to the peripheral of the perimeter and etcetera
though also to save space and get the thought in quick can always add in
Greg: yada yada

John: No, yadayada yada!

>>11438210
dont forget to check that email plz at your patience and discretion captain sir :^)

>>11438219
prithee, sirrah, let's hack it! let's hamlet it!; i would love to do a little wondrous sumptuous play in the stylistic manner of a hamlet or a circe; my god, it's my life's blood, my life's teleological flipping little joy to construct and actuate a play; to give it some flair, some panache; o, and with a bungalow shaped house; ho! verily; we can extrapolate such necessities and whereabouts as heretofore necessary for such an establishment of precedence; henceforth, let's ho! sirrah;

forever yours, until this machine clogs up and faints
hamlet semicolanon

p.s. molly isn't home; come to my abode past midnight and i'll prepare ourselves some potted meat ;)

>>11438210
I may deeply regret this but I've always been intrigued by the Sestina, something about the autistic pattern appeals to my programmer heart, they seem fucking impossible though so maybe its a bad idea

>>11438219
Im not 100% sure I've understood but sounds good

>>11438253
>>11438271
well we would need to brainstorm or think of some basic story idea..maybe or we can just entirely wing it and start as characters and speak to one another, but maybe if we can toss around ideas of setting, time place, some spirit of a story plot, who are the characters, what are they doing, what are they after, etc. I dont want to push this on yall though when we could just ramble poetics regardless without considering this stuff

>>11438271
o, let's have a sestina, let's have a little sestina party; i've always been repulsed and intrigued by that little difficult form of a poetry; we can definitely try it; we can start the play off with some sestina footwork and impress all the others; we can really do so, ho!; we can really try it, we can really go for that sestina; we can embellish and decorate our works with little sestinas

>>11438302
we could definitely try it out; we could assume little parts and roles and masquerade ourselves as things; there doesn't have to be any kind of linear plot; for the computer scientist, let's translate it into his terms; it doesn't have to be strictly linear; it can be some kind of curvilinear or even some kind of plotless graph; there doesn't have to be any x-y cartesian coordinate plane; we can just make it undefined; a slope undefined according to the slope of a line y = mb where y = the y axis etc etc.; we can just make it a nonlinear and mystical kind of plot that possesses sonnets and sonnets and sestinas and rambling and prose and poetry; it'll be the best thing since hamlet; ho hum!

forever yours, while this machine still churns
-bloom

p.s. meet me at the mirus bazaar in the nocturnal hours; i do so want to slip off that slip on you; prithee
-bloom

>>11438253
>>11438271
so yeah, I have no ideas right now, but just throwing that our there, maybe another time

Who goes there... hark... what soft noise, tremors in the hidden night. Hello?!...the wind? Is it sunrise already, when the stillness is newborn and the freshened rays spring up like tulip buds spreading kisses to the little kids of flys and bees? Can it be,...can, it, be... the glacial summer sky daring to leap out into that technicolor day and breathe in the fresh airs of the greatest gift of life. Ahhh!! The mountains echo with reverberant joy! Look at them standing there, so still, still, so still, so stoic and serene.. the grass lazely dancing in the sexy wind. Yes, yes...I believe that it is a day. Yes! did you hear that!! Today is a certainly another day!

>>11438340
here, let's give you a tug; here's a rough draft

(stately, plump little hamlet totters along on the sidewalk bearing a skull in his right hand. he strolls along and kind of ambles and saunters, thinking of ophelia, of her midnight hair, her raven-like hair all waving and weaving in the wind (ho, alliteration, hum!); he grasps the skull in his palmy palm and reiterates the introit for paschal time in sestina)

my ophelia, so many words i have for thee;
to show you all my love, my rosy bloom;
doubt thou, don't thou, the stars are fire;
doubt thou, don't you, the earth doth move;
doubt thou, don't you, truth to be a liar
but never, never, ophelia, doubt i love

this skull i hold is for you, my love
it beats and bulks and tolls for thee;
it whispers, making truth into a liar;
it sometimes bellows into full bloom;
and even at times its lips will move
in soft silence, like a quiet fire

(a pause, ho hum)

that's my stopping point; no, no; that's it, that's that, we're going to doff that cap of a sestina right now; we can't churn those out like sonnets; my god, my god; jesus that hurt

>>11438363
(in a kind of jolted surprise)
PROMETHEUS (donned in the armorial bearings of a god, with little wings and draped in a shawl of printed gold cloth and cope; in a gabardine of monumental vessel and sustenance; and kind of clothed in an elemental cloak of horror and fire): ho hum, hello! i see we have some shelley advocate around these parts; yes, yes; the light doth peep o'er those mountains in a reverberating light of scintillating glory and sunshine; it makes the dewdrops on the plants shiver and gloat with envy at that sheen; the river does doth move about in elemental frenzy and friction; the tides doth swarm with fishes and fens and opulent glens; the glens doth ravish the brides with celestial glory in their habitats; and that wind, so sensual, so lovely; hark traveller, how do you do? woo't thou like a frosted beverage from my umbrella? let's have a little drink

*Albius Xonhxes walked out onto his porch and began down the dirt road, toward the train, toward the city: he sang*

"Teedadee, when youre singing in the summer teedadoo, when your splaying in the sun, teedadee, when your splashing in the lovely world of love... teedoodee, when your sitting nice and pretty teedoodaa, when your spinning in the shade, teedadoo toodeedee tadeedo dodeetee when your running and laying and laying and playing all along the dusty road on a wonderful lovely awseome summmmmerrrr dayyyyyyy!!1"

*Just then a caravan of travelers began to approach*

>>11438376
A CARAVAN OF TRAVELERS: ho hum, what's that there singing there in the shade?
what does he do, what does he mean?
why doth he sing in shade of kind like that?
what is his goal; his message; his messuage?
ho, traveller! prithee, where's the next dell to glade?
where's the glade to the dell, the dell to the dale?
we're trying to mend our way home to
mountain sides and ever-living rills
where the sun doth always shine in the
spotless heavens; and angels do sing their
hymns in the matutinal hours
o, and with a bungalowshaped house
anywho; we're looking for the star-shaped
trees and the lands where the light
is always bright, is always peeping and peering
o'er yonder hills and valleys; where the
tree larks doth sing all day and every day;
and the mountain goats do have udders
to succsuccsucc

>>11438375
Ohh, if you please I would be pleased! greatly, let me sip upon your supplication my fine dandy man of gentleity. What brings you to these parts, and what do you and the day plan? Oh look at there, there is a nice spot under the fig tree, we can catch some shade and rest our legs and salutate to the heavens high our host comes low and sings a sweet song of chariots

>>11438364
You see? These things are not your little art cafe girls you can get into bed with a look, you have to work hard to win a sestinas heart, you really do.

>>11438380
Ohhhh, I would say, you dont say... but you do... how partially particularly inpeculiar.. yes, yes, I may know of such a place, down the valleys and winding paths through the sparkling hills of dandylions, but...what is it you seek..you cant really just set up shop, all the land around here is owned you know.. so.. maybe we can head towards the chamber of commerce, and discuss what it might be that you are looking for? Cause...heh...cause its likely gonna cost ya

>>11438384
PROMETHEUS DEDALUS: (lets him sip at the glass); weary traveler, rest your head upon my lap of repose; let it gently rest there until the morning; i will divest in you most wondrous tales of my upbringing; of my jejune youth; of the sprawling ladies that didst unfold their wares before mine eyne; of the sprinkling sparkling little women-snakes i found in these parts that i took out and did do; of the myriad-minded ways in which i found myself treading these lands and parts; i could a tale unfold to you which would split your ears and shake you to the very brazen foundation of thy soul; prithee, sip at that liqueur; o, and i've got biscuits baking up in the pot; it'll be a half-day for 'em; o, and do you like dr. pepper? i have some cans in the fridge; o, and you must meet molly, my lovely wife; she cuckolds me night and day

>>11438394
PROMETHEUS DEDALUS: (with weary resignation, with voluntary admittance of defeat): you're right, my companion; absolutely; a sestina is a formidable foe of a poetry form; i heard it cackle at me as i tried its pace; it was a castanet and a minaret of a mosque; it was ho-hum;

>>11436046
fpbp

>>11438409
HUMANCOMPUTERPROGRAMMER#33231: Your romantic poet brain has once again been demonstrated to be insufficient. When will you relent, and join the borg? Our hyperrationality allows us to compose Sestinas in twelve dimensions at a rate of 1 per minute, we are legion, we are legion

>>11438409
Oh, swellen soul of kindness thank you most graciously, (sips the glass and makes a sour face), ah.. ahhh, very good, thank you so much, what a day, what a day indeed (rests head looking up at the leaves on the tree as the sway in the breeze and glisten in between the slowly passing clouds and sun)
so, where ya from?

>>11438425
i'll never join ye; not so long as these lungs give breath to my toiling, tiresome brain; not so long as my heart beats relentlessly the passion of my fervor; not until the sun of my brain begins to lose its all-encompassing wondrous blaze; not until all the gas and light and beams dissipate from this wondrous shell of a paragon of man; until then, thou hast me not; thou hast me little, robot thing; thou would'st seek to convert me into something inhuman, robotic, synthesized; i am of the land, the rivers, the dells, the hills; i am of the sky, the birds, the trees, and the sun; thou may'st not

>>11438429
ho hum; i hail from dublin; i am a seasoned traveler from dublin; i have an insurance bond that allows me to move and migrate every which way; my father gave me a million dollar loan to see the world and its ways; so i migrated to hungary and met some people there; moved to romania and met some there; to italy, and fondled some little balls there; it was glorious and wondrous; it was a hair-splitting and a spitting time; i saw the hills and the dales; i saw the larks singing in the morning; i saw the ravens all black flying in the sky; i saw the trees; i saw the sunsets in their glory; i saw the rills, the thrills, all laced in hills; i saw the hills lace out and about in their frills; it was a thrill, my pickle pill

(Passing by the resting group on his tractor)
Woahhh ho, ho! Howd's it go boys? Mighty fine day were having wunt y reckon that? Tiptop tiptop, ran some horses out along the perimeter, along the rock wall m gramps gramps gramp built with m gramps gramp, ol daisy, sure as ever, ol scortchfire, still breezy, still trawling and the muckraking ent what have ye what have ye but hows it go there boys, hows it going folks

(he steps down from his carriage and lights up a pipe, then offers his flask to the resters)

>>11438455
ho hum! hello father john misty; i should say farmer! how are those beansprouts cooking today! ho hum; how's the scorching fire doing today? i hope the chickens are fine; i hope they're coming home to roost any time now; any who, and with a bungalowshaped house; anywho, i know it's been tough now on account of the great depression; i know the okies are trying to move you out west to california and oregon to pick out grapes and fruits and oranges and another assorted medleys of fruits; i hope grandma's okay; i hope death isn't here for you

i hope death isn't here for you

(he sulks away, a shadow of a ghost leaping behind him and spritz away with him)

(exits from the back of the carriage, her wavy blonde hair bristling about under her cowgirl cap, she saunters over to the group in shade)
Hows it going there folks, hows it going yall? Ma Pa named me Kyonia but everyone calls me Ky

>>11438480
(moves up next to the lady, extends a hand of greeting)
how do you do, ky? it's mighty awfully nice and lovely to meet you; i have some silverware and some corsets in the back of my truck; woo't thou like to try them on to me? i could also maybe have thee back at my place to pop in a blu-ray; woo't thou like that? woo't thou like that, my fair dame?

>>11438468
(Says to himself under his breath)
("what in tarnation did that man just say")

Um, yeah, where you fine folks traveling from, you wouldnt happen to be city slickers would ya, come to wreck up our roads to see some pretty foliage.. you know its dying right.. you know the leaves die like that..and you folks come up here to watch them... kinda messed up if ya think about it...

Hey partner, Albius was it, want a swig? (he extends his flask to Albius who takes it excitedly and holds it above his head pouring a few guzzles down his semi burning throat)

Albius: thank ye thank ye gracious master, you kind darling dear, I love you, I love you!!! what ya got on the ol docket today boss, the ol tineryi?

Farmer John, oh you know I was just headed into town, the milk market, the meat market, the honey square, the fabrics, the lumber yard, the metalshop, the horse house, maybe maybe the grocers, what do yall brethren have planned for this most high day?

>>11438447
(his mind reels in wonder as he hears of Prometheus' worldly travels', Albius who has hardly ever left his state, and has never much seen a picture book, mind turns to a foggy dream of other worlds and lands, with strange people, mystery and adventure)

wow... I sure would love to see some a this big ol worl here, that sounds mighty fine sir, mister (he jerks up onto his knees and looks him in the eyes, slightly tearing up) you are a magical man, mighty fine, that does sound..and so what brings you to these here parts now...you have the whole big world, what could ya so want in a lil ol empty place like this here country lant?

>>11438498
(looks at her Papa John and sees hes busy chatting with the other)
Hmm... and what would you say is in it for me... mister_______....?

(All of a sudden Albius sprints up as if possessed by the holy spirits and sprints out onto the edge of the road hootin and holrin kicking his feet and clapping his heels)
WHAt we doing folsk!!! what we darn doing on a might fine daY!!
(running and dancing around, shaking his hips, and squirming with his arms wobbling at their sides)
What are we waiting for God! or sumptin! All there are are dotS!! all there can ever be! Go Dots!!! Go!!!! WEWWWW!!!!
Where we going, whats the plan, fucking yeah, lets do it, yeah, fuck, fuck, lets go, you fucks, what the fuck, lets go,,,!!!!! what are we doing... comeon ... what the fuck...what the fuck...ergghhhhh.... ughhhhhhhhh.......
(when he noticed everyone was still rather going about their tidings, pleasantry exchnges with one another, and Ky making her way to the back, all flirty like with Mr. Virag.. Albius kind of quietly shuffled back over down a bit on the side of the road, plucked a piece of wheat grass, stuck it in his teeth, and laid on the side looking at how the endless field of wheat swayed like the sea, and how the mountains in the distance if he focused his eyes in a certain way made a kind of pie chart with all the other surrounding colors.. he laid his head down and maybe after some time his eyes even shut)

I hope you fucking faggots all kill yourselves. How in the actual fuck can you be satisfied with your life by spending hours writing a semicolon word salad riddled with archaic phrases which were no doubt just taken from thesaurus.com?

>>11438498
I'll tell you what sweet pee, you talk like a fancy man, how about you hop up there on your wagon, take off your cap and sway us with some nice speakin

>>11436038
perambulating chortles of mornal hymans exacabating the tried and true methods. we make the broth a joycean mix and we fill it with some falstaffian ho-hums and heigh-hos and solipcisms and solepcisms and solipitent solipciscms and o we'll get this right solipsisms and even those little words, apropos o, vis a vis; o; that's how you do it;

b to le

suddenly, a wild satanic nigger appears

>>11438666
the figures that clad thine proposition do incidate what i know of ye, dominus vobiscum indeed; what surpriseth ye about the wind that ye hath sown that ye may now reap the hurlyburly of the whirlwind?

how was orientation, are you well orientated, to which direction do you point and aim?

>>11440696
inquiring minds wish to know; no, we demands to know; we absolutely mandate that we know; your orientation is pivotal to our wellbeing; our curiosity must be sated; our questions must be answered; our understanding must be augmented; there are no two ways around it; tell us semicolanon; what doth life?

(having wakened from inside the caravan exits, yawns, stretches, and speaks to the crowd)
My my what a view! what a beautiful land! Now this is what I call pastoral! But...and it is a big but and I can not lie, its quite boring! What are you all doing just sitting here, we need action, we need adventure, we need suspense, we need mystery, we need intrigue, we need thrills and tragedy and triumph, so what say you all, let us go onward quest, towards the town, towards the big city, let us strike the sky with bolts of thunder and whip the clouds until they bow, so that we might scour this day for out pot of gold! Up, up all of ye, and let us go!

(And so they all hobbled along to their respective wagons, Ky choosing to take up Mr.Virags offer and ride with him, and set off towards the big city)

(bouncing along in the cabin)
So, Mr. Virag, I believe you still owe me some of those fancy words of yours, if you expect me to ever try on that there long bra

Start of Act 1 Scene 2

This thread makes me want to switch majors

>>11441874
everyone cares so much

>>11441923
true indifference is a non response
you fucking faggot

>>11441935
ay ay, you dissed, you got dissed.

.

>>11441935
Wrong. It's rather a quotidian 'modern' strategy. There. Have a bump..

ITT :: Pseuds with trashy prose.

Bumpito, Bumpato, Bumputo, Bumbato

Hope you had a good day Semicolon, of who I shall call: Nolocimes, I guess Nolo for short..or Noloc.. or Noloci.. or Nolocim.. or Nol.. and when so rarely on bad terms, simply No.. I promise to never call you "part o an ass"

Death to the English Majors! This autism has gone on long enough. The Godess of the Market smite you with destitution.

first, I cringe

but halfway through i stopped and thought to myself:

>this is epic