/lit/ - Literature

Please stop eating your animal frens bros
https://youtu.be/vf0nYrl-UuQ

>>16389205
but lamb is so fuckin' good

>>16389205
fuck you I'm going to eat lamb this week now

>>16389196
I want to kill myself why is this innocent creature hurt so much bros?

>...in our neat water-swilled shambles a daily blood-bath is concealed from all who at their mid-day meal shall feast upon the limbs of murdered household animals dressed up beyond all recognition.
>Only the love that springs from pity, and carries its compassion to the utmost breaking of self-will, is the redeeming Christian Love, in which Faith and Hope are both included of a—Faith as the unwavering consciousness of that moral meaning of the world, confirmed by the most divine exemplar; Hope as the blessed sense of the impossibility of any cheating of this consciousness.

>>16389196
Every play of Shakespeare has Iambs.

>fuck you I'm going to eat lamb this week now

The Lamb by William Blake.

>>16389196
The Bible

>>16389319
Yeah what a soiboy, no better than the dumb "conservatives" who kiss other men to "smash the libtards and muslims-- take that libtards!!! I just kissed a man".

La fontaine has some

>>16389639
there's nothing wrong with soi

>>16389196

FEBRUARY 17TH
(From 'Moortown Diary')
by Ted Hughes

A lamb could not get born. Ice wind
Out of a downpour dishclout sunrise. The mother
Lay on the mudded slope. Harried, she got up
And the blackish lump bobbed at her back-end
Under her tail. After some hard galloping,
Some manoeuvring, much flapping of the backward
Lump head of the lamb looking out,
I caught her with a rope. Laid her, head uphill
And examined the lamb. A blood-ball swollen
Tight in its black felt, its mouth gap
Squashed crooked, tongue stuck out, black-purple,
Strangled by its mother. I felt inside,
Past the noose of mother-flesh, into the slippery
Muscled tunnel, fingering for a hoof,
Right back to the port-hole of the pelvis.
But there was no hoof. He had stuck his head out too early
And his feet could not follow. He should have
Felt his way, tip-toe, his toes
Tucked up under his nose
For a safe landing. So I kneeled wrestling
With her groans. No hand could squeeze past
The lamb’s neck into her interior
To hook a knee. I roped that baby head
And hauled till she cried out and tried
To get up and I saw it was useless. I went
Two miles for the injection and a razor.
Sliced the lamb’s throat-strings, levered with a knife
Between the vertebrae and brought the head off
To stare at its mother, its pipes sitting in the mud
With all earth for a body. Then pushed
The neck-stump right back in, and as I pushed
She pushed. She pushed crying and I pushed gasping,
And the strength
Of the birth push and the push of my thumb
Against that wobbly vertebra were deadlock,
A to-fro futility. Till I forced
A hand past and got a knee. Then like
Pulling myself to the ceiling with one finger
Hooked in a loop, timing my effort
To her birth push groans, I pulled against
The corpse that would not come. Till it came.
And after it the long, sudden, yolk-yellow
Parcel of life
In a smoking slather of oils and soups and syrups—
And the body lay born, beside a hacked-off head.

>>16389196
Lambs have been resonating with me too. Have a painting.

>>16389294
because this world is ruled by evil.

It was already posted but I’ll post it for anons who don’t want to click the photo.

The lamb by William Blake.

“Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Gave thee life & bid thee feed
By the stream & o’er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, wooly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?
Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?

Little Lamb, I’ll tell thee,
Little Lamb, I’ll tell thee:
He is callèd by thy name,
For he calls himself a Lamb.
He is meek, & he is mild;
He became a little child.
I a child, & thou a lamb,
We are callèd by his name.
Little Lamb, God bless thee!
Little Lamb, God bless thee!”

Mary had a little lamb,

Little lamb little lamb, Mary had a little lamb, whose fleece was white as snow.

~ Assassins' Redoubt,

Final Transmission

Bump

bump

>>16389196
there's a book called the silence of the lambs
i don't think there's any lambs in it though

Mary had a little lamb
Eternally begot,
For contra Arius, there was
No time when He was not.

Mary had a little lamb
His death for all sufficient
But only those who do believe
Will find His death efficient.

>>16389667
Do you usually prefer your zenoestrogens or phitoestrogens?

>>16389925
I know anon, but there must be some good in it, by its nature...

>>16391177
there's nothing wrong with phytoestrogen. if you were genuinely worried about estrogen you would eat no dairy which has mammalian estrogen.

>>16389880
nice poem. redpill me on ted hughes

>>16391201
Not at all, drinking some dairy is not negative but a strong positive. However eating onions and drinking out of plastic bottles is always extraordinarily negative on the body. Over the years of having receipt stew it takes its effect.

>>16391261
soi good dairy bad. simple as.

>>16389196
LAMB AGE MINDSET

>>16391268
Simple WRONG. Soi bad milky milky good.

>>16391752
Based.

>>16391761
wrong

>>16389196
Tomorrow when the farm boys find this
freak of nature, they will wrap his body
in newspaper and carry him to the museum.

But tonight he is alive and in the north
field with his mother. It is a perfect
summer evening: the moon rising over
the orchard, the wind in the grass.
And as he stares into the sky, he sees
twice as many stars as usual.

>>16391761
>Soi bad milky milky good.
This anon knows.

yo how do i get a pet lamb?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6KVWIMsavcw

bump

>>16389294
>>16389196
read the book of revelations.

they get their revenge

>>16389196
"Does this count?"

Introduction to Songs of Innocence - William Blake

Piping down the valleys wild
Piping songs of pleasant glee
On a cloud I saw a child.
And he laughing said to me.

Pipe a song about a Lamb;
So I piped with merry chear,
Piper pipe that song again—
So I piped, he wept to hear.

Drop thy pipe thy happy pipe
Sing thy songs of happy chear,
So I sung the same again
While he wept with joy to hear

Piper sit thee down and write
In a book that all may read—
So he vanish'd from my sight.
And I pluck'd a hollow reed.

And I made a rural pen,
And I stain'd the water clear,
And I wrote my happy songs
Every child may joy to hear

>It's awesome either way.

>>16389196

Are you the guy with the girlfriend who loved baby cows?

>>16390276
Based
My gift to shitposting is the genetically engineered community monitor, or jannie. Specially designed for labor, the jannie's muscles and nerves are ideal for his task. And the cerebral cortex has been atrophied so that he can desire nothing except to perform his duties. Tyranny, you say? How can you tyrannize someone who does it for free? - Chairman Hiroshima Nagasaki, "Essays On Mind and Matter"

>>16394366
I remember that, hope that anon is still happy and with his sweet gf

>>16391144
Well, Mr. Dubs, there is Clarice's recounting of the night she attempted to rescue one from the slaughtering barn..

>>16391770
Right.

>>16391816
Buy one and live on a farm?

>>16389196
Some BY Lambs are the Elia Essays and Charles and Mary's Tales from Shakespeare

>>16392717
Thanks bro, it's sweet to know they will be happy one day.

>>16395728
I live in the suburbs

>>16395781
Kinda hard then desu.

Argonautica sort of, also the myth about Atreus and Thyestes.