/lit/ - Literature

"Naked I wait Thy love's uplifted stroke!
My harness piece by piece Thou hast hewn from me,
And smitten me to my knee;
I am defenceless utterly.
I slept, methinks, and woke,
And, slowly gazing, find me stripped in sleep.
In the rash lustihead of my young powers,
I shook the pillaring hours
And pulled my life upon me; grimed with smears,
I stand amid the dust o' the mounded years—
My mangled youth lies dead beneath the heap.
My days have crackled and gone up in smoke,
Have puffed and burst as sun-starts on a stream.
Yea, faileth now even dream
The dreamer, and the lute the lutanist;
Even the linked fantasies, in whose blossomy twist
I swung the earth a trinket at my wrist,
Are yielding; cords of all too weak account
For earth, with heavy griefs so overplussed.
Ah! is Thy love indeed
A weed, albeit an amaranthine weed,
Suffering no flowers except its own to mount?
Ah! must—
Designer infinite!—
Ah! must Thou char the wood ere Thou canst limn with it?
My freshness spent its wavering shower i' the dust;
And now my heart is as a broken fount,
Wherein tear-drippings stagnate, spilt down ever
From the dank thoughts that shiver
Upon the sighful branches of my mind.
Such is; what is to be?
The pulp so bitter, how shall taste the rind?
I dimly guess what Time in mists confounds;
Yet ever and anon a trumpet sounds
From the hid battlements of Eternity:
Those shaken mists a space unsettle, then
Round the half-glimpsèd turrets slowly wash again;
But not ere Him who summoneth
I first have seen, enwound
And now my heart is as a broken fount,
Wherein tear-drippings stagnate, spilt down ever
From the dank thoughts that shiver
With glooming robes purpureal, cypress-crowned;
His name I know, and what his trumpet saith.
Whether man's heart or life it be which yields
Thee harvest, must Thy harvest fields
Be dunged with rotten death?"

>>12665577
Kek

This is the night mail crossing the border
Bringing the cheque and the postal order
Letters for the rich, letters for the poor
The shop at the corner and the girl next door

Now that lilacs are in bloom
She has a bowl of lilacs in her room
And twists one in her fingers while she talks.
“Ah, my friend, you do not know, you do not know
What life is, you who hold it in your jands”;
(Slowly twisting the lilac stalks)
“You let it flow from you, you let it flow,
And youth is cruel, and has no remorse
And smiles at situations which it cannot see.”
I smile, of course,
And go on drinking tea.

jesus you guys on /lit/ not ever post anything interesting. Why is the ego of this board so fragile and your content so shallow

The time someone pointed out Chris-chan traced the Axe can

"The lady doth protest too much, me thinks"
I always want to call it on y boss when he talks about gay people, but then he'll just call me a faggot.

>>12665577
> hath not the potter power over the clay, of the same lump to make one vessel unto honour, and another unto dishonour?

>>12665582
You quote that in your head all the time?

>>12666014
Yes, I committed it to memory and I recite it when I'm walking home

>>12665577
It is all One; therefore I say, He destroys both the blameless and the wicked.

>>12666011
how's the new google gif advertisement before the search?

"The enemy attacked us. We killed a great many of them. Now, all is silent. I could not be happier."
-Napoleon Bonaparte

>>12665973
bery inerdasting bost

I repeat Genesis 9:6 in my head all the time. I sincerely hope we have no mindreaders in the present nor any way for people in the future to know the thoughts of those in the past. Besides what they learn from our posts.

>>12666235
Ur a psycho

"A cow sez moo"

And, when night darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.

>Man goes down toilet

>>12665577
Ne pas monter bien haut, peut être, mais tout seul!

I may be paraphrasing here but
>I am glad I did it, partly because it was well worth it, and chiefly because I shall never have to do it again
--Twain, Innocents Abroad
>False modesty is the last refuge of the incompetent
also attributed to Twain, but unsure source

>>12665582
Ok we get it, you're a fag

Because I do not hope to know again
The infirm glory of the positive hour
Because I do no think
Because I know I shall not know
The one veritable transitory power
Because I cannot drink
There, where trees flower, and springs flow, for there is nothing again

>>12666789
How lame
His "There is nothing permanent except change." and "you cannot step twice into the same stream", makes far better sense.

>>12665587
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QFYz5iiB620

"I now give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire..."
"We are here to commemorate the hundred martyrs ze democratzia..."
"The physical form is seldom out of keep with the making..."
"Oh jesus, Mary and Joseph! I'm blinded and drownded!"
Those were off the top of my head, I don't have a good memory though.

>>12667241
For the third one I misremembered the quote: "The moral nature was seldom out of keeping with the physical make..."

>>12667100
It’s a reminder that the average man is made to be MOGGED

>>12666018
Based

I always think about the description in Good Omens about the Antichrist's dad: as either driving 5 miles an hour below the speed limit, or 55 miles per hour, whichever was lower.
I think it's a accurate and humorous description, I think about it any time I'm stuck behind someone particularly slow on the road.

>>12669003
my editing ruined my grammar

>>12665587
WTF, I was JUST listening to this song 2 minutes ago. Get out of my head Anon

I will state in a few line that Maldoror was good during the first years of his life when he lived happily. That is that. Then he noticed that he had been born evil: an extraordinary fatality!

>I shun people not because I want to live quietly, but rather because I want to die quietly.
kafkas diaries desu

May God accept my suffering, for the well-being and prosperity of our Nation. Pain upon pain, suffering upon suffering, agony upon agony, wound upon wound in our bodies and in our souls, fall after fall: in this way shall we conquer.

>>12665577
Was Hegel Jewish or something? He doesn't strike me as the kind of guy to keep loose change in his pockets.

“No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity. But I know none, and therefore am no beast.”

>>12666235
Why wouldn’t you want anyone to know you thought of it? To my mind, the phrase could have a peaceful connotation. What do you think about when you think of it?

Fremd bin ich eingezogen,
Fremd zieh' ich wieder aus.
Der Mai war mir gewogen
Mit manchem Blumenstrauß.
Das Mädchen sprach von Liebe,
Die Mutter gar von Eh',
Nun ist die Welt so trübe,
Der Weg gehüllt in Schnee

>>12670793
Jewish in mind, not in blood

Thus "phenomenology" means αποφαινεσθαι τα φαινομενα -- to let that which shows itself be seen from itself in the very way in which it shows itself from itself

You never gain something but that you lose something.

>>12670793
(((German Idealism)))

>>12665577
The Epic of Gilgamesh is in the first place the emotional exploration of the permanent meaning of life "

For envy as a rule like thunderbolts is wont to strike the summits.

>>12665577
>One must imagine Sisyphus happy
I repeat it to myself when I feel like I'm starting to lose it again

"We traffic not for trafficking alone;
by hotter flames our hearts are fanned.
For lust of knowing what should not be known
we make the Golden Journey to Samarkand."

Whenever I need to remind myself why I'm a scientist.