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If you could go back in time and sucker punch any writer in the back of the head, who would it be? For me it would be pic related.

>> No.12225001

Chaucer.

>> No.12225006

>>12224996

KANT

>> No.12225007

>>12225001
Die.

>> No.12225012

>>12225001
rude

>> No.12225013

>>12225006
Good pick.

>>12224996
I choose Goethe.

>> No.12225016

I'd probably just stay in the present time and punch John Green. I haven't read anything by him but his face looks like it'd be really satisfying to punch.

>> No.12225025
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12225025

>>12225016

>> No.12225068

>>12224996
The guy who wrote Death of the Author

>> No.12225091

Dfw to make him not kill himself the moment before he put the noose around his neck

>> No.12225133

salinger

>> No.12225137

>>12225068
Rolling for Foucault

>> No.12225238

>>12224996
I’d rather go back in time with a collected works of Shakespeare on hand, kill Shakespeare, and then publish all his works in my name.

That’s a lie. I would never harm that most magnificent of all human beings. I feel guilty even posting the above evil thought. It seems like blasphemy. He is in my opinion the greatest artist of all time. His works have brought me immeasurable joy and comfort, aesthetic bliss and existential terror. He has made me who I am probably more than any other writer, forming my mind, my understanding of myself, and my understanding of humanity. This is to say nothing of the influence he’s had on my writing. I love this man, and have found little as worthy of worship in this life than he: love in real life is transcendent, but I cannot love as purely as Romeo did. The melancholy that accompanies pondering mortality and life’s meaning is spiritually addictive: but there are no questions that I can ask of existence that Hamlet did not already ask with more profundity and poetry than I could dream to muster. And so on with all of the many coordinates of the human spirit and experience. Wherever it is, Shakespeare has been there, understood it better than you, and articulated this understanding with more subtlety, power and beauty than any other writer can even approximate. God bless this man.

>> No.12225241

>>12225133
What the fuck

>> No.12225242

>>12224996
Sartre of course

>> No.12225243

>>12225238
Kek

Agree tho unironically

>> No.12225250

>>12225238
Easy on the Bloom there.

>> No.12225277

>>12225243
HE IS SO FUCKING GOOD! HE POPULATED A WORLD WITH PEOPLE REALER THAN ANY YOU MEET ON AN AVERAGE DAY!

How did he do it, anons? It both elates and depresses me. I’m so thankful I get to read his works, but so bitter about how impossibly high he set the bar, so bitter that I’ll never be like him.

>> No.12225282

>>12224996
I would go back to the time where you go back to hit my God, my King, my Shakespeare, and hit you with a double leg takedown and rear naked choke you to death. Eat a dick for even considering harm to my beloved.

>> No.12225289

>>12225277
Idk if youre being ironic or not but i still unironically agree

>> No.12225293

>>12224996
Nabokov

>> No.12225301

>>12225238
There’s a story about Shakespeare that his neighbors remember him taking a pig out to slaughter as a boy of ten or eleven, and they watched him practicing a funeral speech for the pig trying out all of those poetic subtleties which he later mastered with such grace.

I find that such a cool image, him with a cleaver, making a speech on behalf of swine... he could give pigs in the mud and shit more dignity than the greatest writers of the present ever could with a human being

>> No.12225314

>>12225289
Legit not being ironic. 70% of my leisure reading time is spent with the Swan of Avon, exploring over and over again the same pitches of that happy huntingground for minds that have lost their balance. I haven’t read all his works, but the ones I have read and love I have reread dozens and dozens of times. I’m a Joyce scholar. Joyce is great. I love his Dublin, and know it like my own neighbourhood. But Joyce, despite being one of the great masters of literature, influenced and, as Bloom would say, in agon with Shakespeare, he falls as far short of his father the Bard as mortals fall short of demigods.

>> No.12225316

>>12225238
>>12225277
I completely agree with this