/lit/ - Literature

The Wasteland.

Make sure you glare disapprovingly around the room at the PARTICULARLY RELIGIOUS FOLK as you utter "This is how the world ends...."

>>2369818
Sorry.... quickly realized my error. The Hollow Men!

>>2369754
Dinosauria, We.

I dunno, check some of these out:

http://www.lastingpost.com/pa/pa_readings_db.php?page=/index

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/browse/#poetic-terms=16

Try here.

>>2369818
t.s. eliot was a pretty devout christian dude

>>2369754
I'd favor Whitman; As I Ponder'd in Silence might work, To Him That Was Crucified might match your idea if they aren't especially clever, Not Heaving From My Ribb'd Breast Only, O Captain! My Captain is a dirge but doesn't fit, When Lilacs... is long, but might work, Whispers of Heavenly Death would definitely work, and so would Darest Thou Now O Soul.

Im sure they would appreciate a full reading of Horatius, acted out triumphantly.

Consider also Poe's "The Sleeper"

>>2369881
Eliot is dead.

>>2369890
it's cool how some people are so desperate for recognition that they'll disregard the author's intentions for their own personal gain

>>2369899
Hey guys what's going on in here?

What is an author?

>>2369907
literary theory people are the absolute worst

>>2369909
I guess I'd expect you hate something that you haven't read or understood. Philistines gonna philistines.

>>>comes into thread
>>> sees no Dylan Thomas' "do not go gently into that good night"
>>>turns around, leaves thread never to return

Is this Real life?

>>2369914
it's alright, if you think you're superior for applying arbitrary constructs to "texts" instead of actually reading them, good for you. the progenitors of lit theory are well and good, but the watered-down bullshit that's infiltrating college english courses is just posturing.

>>2369907
Am I an author?

>>2369917
Is this just fantasy?

>>2369935

>>2369917
Caught in a landslide

Hunter S. Thompson's suicide note

Yes you can escape from reality

>>2369954
no escape from reality

>>2369960
1/10, poor troll

Hooters, hooters, yum yum yum.
Hooters, hooters on a girl that's dumb.

- Al Bundy

>>2369960
>2013
>still talking about nonhyperreality

>>2369954
There is no reality

>☝get a loada this guy☝

Yeek yeek woop woop!! why you all in my ear?!
Talking a whole bunch of shit
That I ain't trying to hear!
Get back muhfucker! You don't know me like that!
(Get back muhfucker!! You don't know me like that!!)
Yeek yeek woop woop!! I ain't playing around!
Make one false move I'll take ya down
Get back muhfucker! You don't know me like that!
(Get back muhfucker!! You don't know me like that!!)


WHOO!! S-s-so c'mon c'mon
DON'T ... get swung on, swung on
It's the knick knack paddywhack, still ride in Cadillacs
Family off the street! made my homies put the baggies back
Still stacking plaques! (yep!) still action packed! (yep!)
And dough!! I keep it flipping like acrobats!
That's why I pack a mac, that'll crack 'em back
Cause on my waist there's more Heat than the Shaq Attack
But I ain't speaking about ballin, ballin
Just thinking about brawlin till y'all start bawlin
We all in together now, birds of a feather now
Just bought a plane so we changing the weather now
So put your brakes on, caps put your capes on
Or knock off your block, get dropped and have your face flown
Cause I'll prove it! scratch off the music!
Like hey little stupid! don't make me lose it!!

>>2369985
I'm quite a fan of Dr. B. Bridges' cultural and metaeconomic criticisms.
Proceed.

>>2369990
See I caught 'em wit a right hook, caught 'em wit a jab
Caught 'em wit an uppercut, kicked 'em in his ass
Sent him on his way cause I ain't for that talk!
No trips to the county, I ain't for that walk!
We split like two pins at the end of a lane
We'll knock out your spotlight and put an end to your vain
Put a DTP pendant at the end of yo chain
Then put the booty of a Swisha at the end of a flame


HEY! You want what wit me?!
I'm a tell you one time, don't FUCK wit me!
GET DOWN! Cause I ain't got nothing to lose
I'm having a bad day, don't make me take it out on you!
You want what wit me?!
I'm a tell you one time, don't FUCK wit me!
GET DOWN! Cause I ain't got nothing to lose
And I'm having a bad day, don't make me take it out on you!


Man! Cause I don't wanna do that
I want to have a good time and enjoy my Jack
Sit back and watch the women get drunk as hell
So I can wake up in the morning wit a story to tell
I know it's been a lil while since I been out the house!
But now I'm here, you wanna stand around
running your mouth?!
I can't hear nothing you saying or spitting, so wassup!
Can't you see we in the club?! Man shut the fuck up!!


Ah! We in the Red Light District!!
Ah! We in the Red Light District!!
WHOO!! We in the Red Light District!!
Ah! We in the Red Light District!!
WHOO!! We in the Red Light District!!
WHOO!! The Red Light District!!
WHOO!! The Red Light District!!
Ah, we in The Red Light District

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2mrJFf8lTk0

White Man's Burden
Jabberwocky
Paradise Lost

best funeral poem ever

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.

>>2370053
>I did not die.

Oh, child, yes you did.

>>2370057
Talking to dead people again, anon?

>>2370062
Hey, if you'll be done soon, we're gonna need to get this couch out of the display room and into some American family's home. Take your time. :3

>>2370057
nigger animal and a white child

fucking abomination.

>>2370065
another race mixing couple

you can bet the kikes are behind this shit

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

The lame wolf walks the world
One paw treads the sky
The others pace the earth
He walks backwards
Erasing each pawprint before him
He walks half-blind
With terrible bloodshot eyes
Full of dead stars and living parasites
He walks with a millstone
Forced round his neck
An old tin can
Tied to his tail
He walks without resting
Out of one circle of dog-heads
Into another
He walks with the twelve-faced sun
On a tongue which lolls to the ground