/lit/ - Literature

op here. i forgot to mention that im trans if that mattrs,

>>20135336
yes sweetie it matters a lot, you are brave beautiful and stunning

>>20135328

>>20135336
>>20135371
Samefagging like this is just retarded.

Arthur Rimbaud

>>20135328
my poetry desu
>>20135336
it matters to me bbg

>>20135336
i was going to make recs but saw this

>>20135437
well you're dead now phil and look it's not so bad is it
great poem though

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

>>20135328
Baudelaire, most of Eliot, the WWI poets (especially Wilfred Owen and Siegfried Sassoon). Nothing like a pointless squabble between rotting monarchies to sharpen the ol' pen.

Celan

>>20135328
>doomer coomer poopoopeepeemer
god i fucking hate this meme

>>20135328
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lTX75uA80T4

Amfortas' monologue and Stefan George's poem about it.

Deep is the sorrow
that darkens around me,
Once more I enter,
Lord! thy house…

Long was the journey,
weary now the limbs.
Empty the altars,
full only the torment.

The parched tongue
longs for the wine.
Hard was the struggle,
numb is my arm.

Grant sweet repose
to faltering footsteps,
For hungry mouths
crumble your bread!

Weak is my breath
calling forth the dream,
Hands are empty,
feverish the mouth . .

Lend thy coolness,
quench the conflagration,
Cancel all hope,
vouchsafe the light!

Fires in the heart
still glow openly,
Deep within me
a cry is still awake . .

Kill all longing,
close the wound!
Take love from me.
give me thy joy!

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/47734/lying-in-a-hammock-at-william-duffys-farm-in-pine-island-minnesota


Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly,
Asleep on the black trunk,
Blowing like a leaf in green shadow.
Down the ravine behind the empty house,
The cowbells follow one another
Into the distances of the afternoon.
To my right,
In a field of sunlight between two pines,
The droppings of last year’s horses
Blaze up into golden stones.
I lean back, as the evening darkens and comes on.
A chicken hawk floats over, looking for home.
I have wasted my life.

>>20136545
>I have wasted my life.
me gusta

Georg Trakl

I didn't Understand, by
Elliott Smith

Thought you'd be looking for the next in line to love
Then ignore, put out and put away
And so, you'd soon be leaving me
Alone, like I'm supposed to be
Tonight, tomorrow and everyday
There's nothing here that you'll miss
I can guarantee you this
Is a cloud of smoke trying to occupy space?
What a fucking joke
What a fucking joke
I waited for a bus to separate the both of us
And take me off far away from you
'Cause my feelings never change a bit
I always feel like shit
I don't know why, I guess that I just do
You once talked to me about love
And you painted pictures of a never Neverland
And I could've gone to that place
But I didn't understand
I didn't understand, I didn't understand

Shelley's The Triumph of Life

>>20135336
post bussy

read Cioran ... listen to Lingua Ignota

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PoJ1DVXTWX0