/lit/ - Literature

You need better insporation after Bunny Munroe? Nick you should be ashamed of yourself. Why did you ever quit smack? The ass saw the angle was a fantastic story

>>1980470

>mfw bunny munro is actually incredibly good and one of my favourite books
>mfw i will never understand /lit/s dislike for cave

>>1980474
Have you read the ass saw the angel>?

I read buddy munroe second to this and was disappionted.

>>1980470

>Nick Cave as anything other than a screenwriter in a group effort.

If I wanted to read or listen to pretentious faux-bohemian private-school drivel, I'd call up some of my old mates.

>>1980477

i have i have and found them completely different in style but both extremely enjoyable. bunny munro just struck me emotionally harder.

As far as I know, no one has read this poem except me. I wrote it about a year ago. I kind of despise it, and it's also very derivative of other things I had been reading at the time.

She was graceful, a silver birch,
when my love was leaves in trees,
when autumn came I blew away,
as a leaf upon the breeze.

I left her with her opals,
in the land where winter dies,
for the frozen shores of Greenland,
where the humpback whale lies.

I found a scrap of whalebone,
by a rockpool in the spring.
I bored it with a chisel through
and made a boney ring.

But no amount of bone or wind,
which enters by the docks,
could bridge the rift between us,
now my love is as the rocks.

>>1980481

>i am an idiot and i cannot enjoy life if i do not have dozens of penis' jammed inside me

>>1980484

cute i like it

but i am not after poetry

We fervently entered the club, keeping our hands tightly swung deep in the inner pockets of our coats; sure, it was our favorite chilly Boston night-type, one to keep nice and tight, nobody would question it. On obvious tradition, the less drunk of us two maneuvers the crowd - a sterile, virgin lookin' first mate with tightly wound shorts nicked just below the slightly torn adventure polo colors, paddling ripples in any jubilant crowd for his ale-stubborn Captain, coaxing behind. Always a few bumps with rare waves washing up just port-side, feisty enough to grope (and her slapping urges that crash up, making for one drenched, red-faced Captain.)

It was odd to think that with such a relationship, maneuvering a coiled rave bar, half-past a late teenage child's curfew, there would remain a goal. Of course, money could taste a man to thoughts of such a dangerous life; money and the pure danger in itself. There was an element to the surging, the blasting of sound pumping so jubilantly to your own heart, knowing that once your hands pull out the weapon, the only heart you're going to hear is your own; maybe your partner's when the money hit the floor. Time was up, with our eyes met, and the steel ran down until its crack across the pitched floor – neither armed, he spoke first. “You aren’t really going to shoot, are you? You ain’t got your gun, we ain’t got our guns, that is.

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I will never do anything with this, but I keep it because I like to keep my spontaneous writing thoughts.

>>1980492

you're a good writer, tripfag

>>1980484
Something else that I wrote.

"How fortunate I am, " thought the child, "to be here, on the beach, in the summer." He watched his shadow stretching out in the sunset, out along the river of sand, towards the sky. "But soon, I will not be on the beach, and it will be winter, and I will be old."

Captcha: ransacking hellett

Feel free to ransack

>>1980510
>>1980510

Thanks, I'm unsure if I was trying for this exact piece - usually stuff I write on a whim tends to be confusing as fuck.

From the bowels of my archives:

“So what kind of question would your twenty-something mind like to ask? How many holes we have down there?” She pointed to her crotch.
Gregory hesitated “Wait, how many holes do you have down there?”
Jennifer responded by smiling and having another shot.
Gregory combined forces with Jon in order to solve the apparent mystery.
“Well, there's the vagina. Then there's the anus.”
“What about the vulva?”
“I think that's the same as the vagina.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, I think vagina refers to the parts used in procreation and vulva refers to the entire thing.”
“What about the birth canal?”
“Well, the fallopian is part of the vagina and that's what releases the eggs. So I would imagine the birth canal is the vagina or at least part of it.”
“So, two holes then?”
“That seems a bit too obvious.”
“Oh?”
“Why would there be this whole mystery surrounding it if it was so straight forward?”
“Maybe that's the joke.”
They both turned their heads to Jennifer.