/lit/ - Literature

Books are like Bumps
You put it down
And then you pick it up
And it becomes the center of attention for a while
And then it fades away
But then interest for it comes back
When one picks it up! With a Bump!

When Jesus walks in Belfast
He wears his collar up
he keeps his blessings to himself
and stoops before his cup

when Jesus comes through Belfast
he spends his wisdom dear
And when his name is spoken
he makes as not to hear

He keeps well back in company
and shuts his fuckin mouth
and when he can he does hs trade
a measure further south

When Jesus walks in Belfast
He keeps his cap pulled low
his step away he quickens
and those returning slow

He'd have a merry welcome
if he should take the whim
to ask the sods he suffered for
to suffer more of him.

no more?

>>3195568
>>3195568

Excellency

Oh baby,
I got dat smell
dat big booty stink
stanky stank
Oh yeah,
you squeeze out
a crunchy nigga
beef
lemme at dat
nigga booty gas stank
drink wit my nostrils
up the narrow nine
big fat booty bitches
make dat good
kitchen stink

It was silent in gehenna when i drew my natal breath.
and around the throne of heaven was a quiet deep as death
Olympus halls stood empty when i took my youngest stride
and deep down in she-bulba, final echoes long had died

When i walked toward the altar there was no one there to save
and the holiest of holies was as silent as the grave
when i held my eldest offspring, and the ones that followed soon,
The stairwells to avernus were as vacant as the moon.

Now i walk beside the tombstones, of those who went before
and I thank those awful absences for deserting this sad shore
for the sure and certain exit, when i come at last to lie
In the still and blessed silence of gehenna when i die.

i am a wild animal
Lief avoids me
i need to be extinct

i had a bad day and it’s
still bad

i want to go for a romp by a lake
i want to get eaten alive
it would be so cool

i am the feel princess
touching boys right in the feels

I’m going to be deep inside your mouth soon
Just wait
I’m going to come when you’re not looking

these shoes are just not me
everything is going so wrong i need to get home right now

Georgie Porgie pudding and pie
kissed the girls
and now he has a job at a bank

seriously man what the heck
what the heck

I am really sad
I’m so sad I want to die
i am sad as fuck

Out of the frying pan
and into the skillet
The burn you shall learn
it's an all the way drown

>>3195568
this is nice

melody enters
passion enters

disgust exits

>>3195568

Wow.

TAR worthy?

More?

The spud, the spud, the sainted spud
It does the bloody belly good
It biles aloft the blazin turf,
the pleasingest pleasant thing of earth

Spurn if you will the oaten scone
eschew the mess of kale
But if you mock the sainted spud
i'll see your light in hell

The english and and the span-i-ard
disbursed it from it's naters.
we'll shun your talk, your ways and laws
but bless you fer the taters.

>>3195377
>To dine on a dock
Sexual undertones identified.

Have you ever danced with an electric beetle?
In funny times, hercules and mephisto danced the electric beetle.
Have you ever danced the electric beetle.

Snow.
White White snow.

I get through women
Like I get through cereal
I do the funk-dunk
Then spunk from my junk
it's like an elephant trunk
so many girls over leaving their washing
I'm swimming in linen but it's hard to keep up with the cleaning
when my mum's not around

>>3199654
Flight of the concords esque.

>>3199659
fuck man i hate that show, it's so hit and miss
their jokes are sometimes good but they don't know how to deliver them for shit

Compare a coffin to your messy bed
Rejoice when someone else reclines within

>>3199666
BADASS

there's chicken stuck in the wire
glued to the back of my teeth,
to removes them, i conspire
but then my teeth would be less neat

all i could write is garbage,
this might be one of the them,
could garbage be poetry?
i dont know but lets find out

Canada gave us Bryan Adams. The maple leaves were already here.
And systematic destruction, as the cymbals played to the magpies of Porto...
A light-hearted teaser, teenage lycanthrope, she shifts
like sunlight upon ships, as they slip underwater.
Reflections from her eyes, hazelnut continents of love, carry ash-buried time
and pomegranate wine into my ring-corner.
And we once tribbed, since then lost grip, like the elves from physicality.
Yet my heart and your lung beat as one.

le post-ironic poetry
becomes non-art
because of the meme inclusion(?????) (the inclusion of a meme)
(or is this just ironic poetry? (it definitely is))
is it even good ironic poetry
"""'nope" said i from within my poem" said i from within my own poem"- i from within my poem" said i from within my own poem

be a native speaker
I wonder how it must be
for natives (unlike me)
to read and listen to this

I wonder how it sounds
my written accent and all
and always remember the fact
it's not the language of my child

therefore words like cunt, fuck, shit
come out without weight from me
these words are fresh to me
hitoryless and free
fucking shit fuck, cunt-lee

Hurgh a human face,
a deer with a human face.
Oh witchcraft,
what voodoo rage is this,
Black milk.
The wet jigsaw puzzle.

he is a fucking cunt
puto de mierda
fucks my life
just let me be
if you cant be happy with yourself
why do you have to fuck up me?
rolling rolling from the window to the trashcan the sting in my left cheek reminds me that the fight happened seconds away
time is nothing
happening now
this
hit
face
red
angry
i try to remain passive
i try to not care
i am stronger than you
i wont care
hit again
it wont change my face
but it can change my happiness
it's hard to be happy when you are not
and with your anger that destroys
child
ren's faces
across the way
inscribed in eternity your fist in my face
inscribed in agony my thoughts divine
solipsism of a demiurge
if you hit me everybody hits everybody
let the blood pour from the gods
in ancient times it poured towards them
but the sanctity of pagan violence is long gone
and all we have is angry dads and wristsplitting poets

Rough magic for man's spellings must suffice
on moonlit height, in secret, and alone
the throat, the blade, the blood of sacrifice
must conjure his stark prayer to silent stone
a woman's sorceries are subtler things
dumb suppers, petal-oracles and sighs
enchantments writ on promises and rings
epithalamion and lullabyes
For love alone it seems a futile end
discrepant supplications to beguile
and join that which seems best disposed to rend
and such diverse rogation reconcile
But cupids bolts contrive to hearts combine
contrary pleas, in single valentine.

>>3199705

10/10

I like file hosting websites.
I find the names of file hosting websites
sweetly goofy
and charmingly funny-sounding.
My favourite names of file hosting websites include
Rapid-Share
Media-Fire
Hot-File
Rapid-Gator
Deposit-Files
Mega-Upload
File-Serve
File-Factory
Send-Space
File-Post

There's something very innocent about file hosting websites,
when compared to alternative file-sharing methods.
Perhaps, we will feel sad
when the last file hosting website
goes.

Rest in peace, Mega-Upload.
Rest in peace, File-Serve.

I hate the term "cloud storage".
I hate how cutting-edge it tries to sound.

The Mega-Upload song
is my favourite song of the 21st century.
You can listen to it via the following link
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o0Wvn-9BXVc

I will listen to it in 2030 in melancholy,
feeling nostalgic for the simpler times of 2011.

>>3199809

10/10

>>3199809
great poem my friend

Once there was a budding wit
who tried to post a poem on /lit/
with jibes and mocks he was made free
and so he took his shit to /b/

On /b/ they called him lame and gay
and sent him off to /r9k/
who told him he should head to /mu/
where janitors are lax and few.

on /mu/ they thought him trite and twee
and sent him forth to /mlp/
who told him he'd be great on reddit
so he decided to forget it.

>>3199914
>>3199935

i don't get it

>>3200392
r u a native speaker

Get a gun, son, it'll make it better.
For hushed violence in the living room,
Or wheezy, sobbing, sallow mouth-breathers,
Asleep with their guts up – shoot the whole team.

You’d suck a bullet, you’re ugly enough.
Poking your pretty wrists, mining meat-wire,
Smoking lavatory cocks – aren't you proof?
Suicide’s a type of living, my dear.

How’s the breath in you? Huh?

okay will mane not but you not coming hear bye you righing on my girls wall bye you saying i could keep you shit cuz you have no balls and wont come back to the house that you called a home why will why so you right im sorry that i said you snitch but your maken your self look like a snitch so w e man and you took my girls shit and got punched out for it like grow up you think your hard fuck you your softer then a fucking cotten feld

The streets are torn asunder
at the sound of thunder.
This makes the child wonder,
what it really means to be.
'What does this all have to do with me?'

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>>3195377
Of 22 poems, 5 got replies. Most of those were jokes, anyway. What's going on /lit/? We used to care about each other.

Instructions for a cure
First you sit up straight
Draw yourself a glass of water
Eight glasses, recommended every day

Hold your nose
Let the capsule slither down
and repeat to yourself:
"I am well"

I just kind of made that up, although I feel like I lifted it from something, particularly the ending. I can't quite put my finger on what though.

clapgrass snaps his gullet
slaps his strap
he cracks his whore, his plush, his danderleaf
the native in the plaza:
shriek, white riverborn
done made ya fast to dryground
caught white leather, teeth,
gone drag they bones

white whipple native,
son she,
sonaraw, cold sonagahd
she shriek her, baffled, all they cityborne
the virgin's temple: bless the whip
the cockswain at your finger's tip
the cuckled awe sup dry and right
the faggot from his crypt

>>3201056
That's pretty nice. If you have any collections published, I'd love to buy one.

Listen to the roars of my exuberant stomach
Glide through the kitchen as I approach the summit
Sensitive to the touch as my nuts begin to bust
Eyes land on a box filled with seasoned stuffed crust
Heavenly home made brushed with marmalade
Baked to perfection a Golden Brown shade

>>3201143

If I stop being a lazy motherfucker I'll have a novel out come sometime next year

Listen to the roars of my exuberant stomach
Glide through the kitchen as I approach the summit
Sensitive to the touch as my nuts begin to bust
Eyes land on a box filled with seasoned stuffed crust
Heavenly home made brushed with marmalade
Engineered to perfection sporting a Golden Brown shade

Wishful thoughts, my spirit wonders
Weaving through my wretched blunders
Whispers quiver as skin purred
Softly carressing onto each word
They slapped me and cut me without any respect
The simplest thought, "You're not perfect."

you spit water on me
every time that smug mug
sips, licks the lips, drips
and I pass by, one skirt swish
and I know your eyes, they don't squish
up like that without a mouthful of--oh shi-!

he SPITS
he SCORES
ON YA TIT
YA WHORE

Cold and metalic
That gun in your hands, friend
Loaded, automatic,
that grin on your face, friend

cerebellum on the walls
brain matter in dripping balls
down the white you painted red

But it's all in your head, friend
You don't have the guts to spill your mind
into the cosmic control quarters
spinning through the wires of your spine

Reflection, counterpart, partner, me, you
we don't end and begin anywhere
friend

We are 2 of the same.


(Lacks polish. It was spontaneous after all)

The depths of unmeasured space an arrow penetrates

>>3201240
>Cold and metalic
That gun in your hands, friend
Loaded, automatic,
that grin on your face, friend

>cosmic control quarters

>Reflection, counterpart, partner, me, you

>>3201235

>he SPITS
>he SCORES
>ON YA TIT
>YA WHORE

>>3201208

>Wishful thoughts, my spirit wonders

>They slapped me and cut me without any respect
>The simplest thought, "You're not perfect."

Dems is dat wonderful right der manes.

A rainbow is a collection of droplets of water
With light shooting through
reflecting reflecting reflecting reflecting
Into various shades of redorangeyellowgreenblueindigoviolet

But those last few are just hues of blue
But my last years were just hues of blue.

>>3201240
Cold and metalic
That pistolet w swoje ręce, przyjaciel
Loaded, automatyk,
że uśmiech na twarzy, przyjaciel

móżdżku na ścianach
sprawa mózgu w kapanie piłki
dół biały Ci pomalowane na czerwono

Ale to wszystko w głowie, przyjaciel
Nie masz odwagi, by wylać swój umysł
w kosmicznych kwartałach kontroli
przędzenia przez druty kręgosłupa

Odbicie, odpowiednik, partner, mnie, ciebie
nie kończy i zaczyna wszędzie
przyjaciel

polished it up a bit for you anon

>>3201270
>A rainbow is a collection of droplets of water
>With light shooting through
>reflecting reflecting reflecting reflecting
>Into various shades of redorangeyellowgreenblueindigoviolet

I rike, I rike it.

she just finished
taking a bath
she smells so
sweet like the
avocado

When in the belly of the beast
Why doesn't the acid burn
holes upon holes upon holes in that beautiful skin
you sleep comfortably in
night after night

Why doesn't the moonlight burn
When you're outside naked, dancing, blind
To the thoughts of those monoliths called buildings

How aren't you cold
From the frost gathered upon your fingertips
After digging grave after grave in the snow
For all the lives you lied about leading?

There's a fine mist outside my window right now
and droplets of rain are sliding down the neigh-invisible wires of spider webs weaving through
dark night and inside, sheltered from all that nonsense I sit staring at an artifical light coming from the screen of a collection of wires
connected like spider web.

I'm the fly
Distraction, procrastination
They are my spider.

>>3201365
through the*

I'd pick your brains off the telephone
stick my head in the oven, wouldn't
leave you alone, because darlin'
you fuck the farts
right outta my arse
the least I can do is give you
my heart

Now if you pull that trigger
I will pull mine too, 'cause
I got a lifetime's worth of sugar
for a life of coffee spoons

And if you find me dead
in our tree trunk bed, know I never
loved anybody but you

and please put out the light
and whisper, please whisper me good night

Speeding red and white
lights blur in the proximity
of my body
spread eagle on the highway

My own car rested upon the grass
set to the side of the road
rotting, rusting
a corpse

And when I finally felt that automobile
crush each and every figment of me
I smiled

This is the hour
This the time when my mind spins
Around and around
Circles have no ends

From an Anon of /x/

Once I had, a little game
I liked to crawl, back in my brain
I think you know, the game I mean
I mean the game, called 'go insane'

you should try, this little game
Just close your eyes, forget your name
Forget the world, forget the people
And we'll erect, a different steeple

This little game, is fun to do
Just close your eyes, no way to lose
And I'm right there, I'm going too
Release control, we're breaking thru

He called;
I answered in irritation

My head and heart were stale grounds;
My stomach lined with bitter dregs
Leave me, I said. He called out again

His words are a filter,
His voice a cup of sweet, clean water
That pushes through my regrets and worries and sorrows,
Leaving me stronger and richer for the experience.

>>3201464
This isn't from anon.
This is from the Lizard King himself.

born abruptly in a foreign land
holding nothing familiar in these hands
only hobbies include evading yesterdays
and chasing unknown tomorrows away
natural born average achiever with a hankering for more
but my body’s lazy, my motivation’s poor
I’m desperately searching for the door
often drunk on baseless delusions
I entertain future illusions
but these days drag me back to reality
like a tossed rock spitting at gravity

>>3201481

My reflection
In the dead tv screen
Was like that of a cadaver
Staring up at its reflection
In its steel draw of a coffin

>>3201511
drawer*

>>3201509
Translation?

>>3201514

of?

>>3201627
Your response.

>>3201723

i like iit enough to listen to it thru a technology with which will heighten the overall listening experience

>>3201762

Oh :3

Premium Pussy
Pussy in their Prime
Planted seeds of I
Bore the children of mine
Pompous Pussy
Over-excessive Pride
Preach I to the should-be
'Til I felt the slime
Peachy Pussy
Wedding of a Wife
I'm already married
To the wings of time
Oh well, there's always Polygamy

Premium Pussy
Pussy in their Prime
Planted seeds of I
Bore the children of mine
Pompous Pussy
Over-excessive Pride
Preached I to the Princess
'Til I felt the slime
Peachy Pussy
Shines like the divine
I'm already married
To the wings of time
There's always Polygamy
For me

>>3201270
r u gay

Premium Pussy
Pussy in their Prime
Planted seeds of I
Bore the children of mine
Pompous Pussy
Over-excessive Pride
Preached I to the Princess
'Til I felt the slime
Peachy Pussy
Shines like the divine
I'm already married
To the wings of time
Oh well,
There's always Polygamy

There's a tiny hole
in his sweater, near the neck.
Cannot look away.

>>3201931

I think that last line could indicate Anon has seen days of sorrow?

>>3201934

Deep.

and if she loved
she'd say she does
she'd lay between
your bones and love
you whither

all you said you loved
was what it was
you dreamed you lay between
the sky and love

and if she does
she'll say she does
she'll stay your love
you lay between your love

clack away, away the pettle
drag her bones
she's clack on home through nettles
love her does she, lover, stay
ya laya sheeta feathers, caw
cry jester, scrya yesteryearingrey
oh, sayalover,sayalove
she says she does

Everyone's asleep.
I check on her goodreads page:
no updates today.

on painted wet concrete
i want to surf
open my ancient laptop
battle for astroturf

i want to lie on dirt
in a hole three feet wide
to seek the profiteering madness
blow them a surprise

i want to slink into the dark
head just above the surface
to catch what they say
to link to another day
so to the city i will embark

Who will love a little child?
Who's traveled long and cries for rest?
"Not I," said the businessman,
"I won't share my furrow with
no childs burrow,
And my blanket of cash won't warm
her cold ass."

Who will take pity in his heart,
And who will feed a starving child?
"Not I," said the homeless man,
"I would if I could but I cannot I know,
I need all my aluminium cans to prosper and grow."

Who will love a little child?
Will no one write her eulogy?
"I will," said the pedofile,
"For all I've created returns unto me,
From dust were ye made and dust ye shall be."

lick my balls
lick my balls
lick my balls
lick my balls
in the hall
lick my balls
lick my balls
lick my balls

No man that lives has known the end of pain
the bastard of desire, that makes eyes raise
to mark the sacred sisters and their veil
and feel the hurt of soles tight -bound to earth
gravity rooted in their sister clay
to rise and shake the shackles from their limbs
and tread the trackless paths
of the Pleiades

I never took you for a slum tourist
A rich boy’s tour of duty
When most boys make do with Call of Duty
Or some other such thing
But that Kenyan with the pathetic look
Is a great snapshot to put on your Facebook
And all your friends will like it
So now you’re back, broken in Bangkok
Nosing around in Nanjing
And I swear I heard that you went crazy in Calcutta
Now I’m not calling you a liar
But I heard what you did to that girl around the corner from the funeral pyre
Maybe she cursed you that day, her eyes fuming with hate
Or maybe it was just something you ate
But sickness takes its toll
On a rich man’s son as on a prole
I bet you thought your whole life would be easy choices
And half-heard voices
But everyone cries hot tears for cold corpses
And that’s one thing that’s not top-down
But from the bottom-up

"Behold i teach you the superman
who'll kick you retards to the garbage can
decisive and relentlessly
lois laneless and clarkentlessly
he'll carelessly dispense with ye,
and rule the bright earth in your place"

My tooth hurts
I can't write poetry for shit now
I can feel the pain
It rains up to my brain
It hurts
I need to visit the dentist.

Click!
Flame produced instantaneously
Paper on fire
That rank of burning chemicals and plants

I stare while she lights it, takes a drag, holds it between her fingers, speaks in muted tones I strain to hear the beauty in, but it's there. It's in everything she says.

Ashes falling, salted Sodom and Gomorrah, burning burning burning the air until they crumble. My feelings, too.

And the smoke around your eyes intensifies.

Jew
Subject on [blood] the pedestal.
Ecce Homo (sexual).
Mutilated [washes the sin away] penis.

>>3203622
this is a two-parter
Resurrection of the body,
is a silly doctrine.
Sillier than the Trinity,
(crime), which is shirk.

Les enfants, les égarés sont comme des feuilles
Et l´écran leur offre l´encre de la violence
A la recherche d´une idendité d´une vérité
De la frontière entre le clair et l´obscur
L´image prend désormais le contrôle de la personnalité
La fiction devient réalité et la réalité un cauchemar
C´est la 25ème image
Et elle s´inspire de vos carnages
C´est la 25ème image
Choisis bien ton personnage

The leaves have fallen,
take refuge inside.

Many water droplets,
they obscure a view of something below.


Forgotten melodies echo in the distance.
Oh don't got outside tonight brother...

Let me be Your instrument.
I am not a hero from the Church
I am Yours.
I am not the chosen
Meteoric facilitator of righteousness.
I cannot move oceans with a gesture and a word,
I cannot keep the world from death,
I am not
Nor will ever be
Adam, nor Abraham, nor Moses
Nor Christ.

I am nothing but what You,
In all Your wondrous beauty
Could make me.
I am nothing if not movement
Through Your soft and supple skin,
If not Your eyes, if not Your lips,
Your beating, bounding breast,
Your fingers, Your feet,
I am nothing if not devoted,
If not Yours,
If not You.

bees swarmed around the pollen of her broken heart,
and a monsieur elene, so svelte, so lisson, so there for me.
a bird singing out of her mouth.
i roamed the halls of her cunt.

if anyone has the rest, do share

http://everygoodwordistaken.wordpress.com/

this has already been promoted
on a post i have retorted
over and over, for logos
listless still for my unnoticed
affirmations sway to kill
stones with horses
galloping
an army rnrdep a herp
is my captcha's thrill in dirt.

On this I stand
Atop layers of ancient sand
The Sun sets at its pace,
Amongst motions of Man
Knowing its place,
Within the congregation of cosmos
It Soars across the open sky,
To the four corners of the Earth
Raising the roots up out of the dirt
Another opportunity for the source to rehearse

bees swarmed around the pollen of her broken heart,
and a monsieur elene, so svelte, so lisson, so there for me.
a bird singing out of her mouth.
i roamed the halls of her cunt.
i put myself up there in the abandoned dwarven cavern of her cunt, bivouacking there, surrounded on all sides by mirthless comedians, all their eyes.

is everyone here afraid of Armageddon or something?
why has poetry swerved this way?

>>3203798

Translation?

Flowers fade to greys and grays
a drifting world, a world away
asking questions with answers few
a poem from us, from here to you
a spot, a spike, a droplet of blood
sanguine in colour yet murky as mud.

>>3203818

too many people believe they have been reincarnated. i guess that's just what my radar skimmed along and was piqued by

>>3202230
this is great, i love that you twisted it modern.

>>3203837

Damn..I kind of want to sift through the page and see if I can pick those up but that's a lot of work

>>3203837

That would be a representation of what people are experiencing since poetry is just that, expressing how one feels at any given moment

feld hure grouting hovel, apoplectic brigand whispers thin words thrown around seemingly at random
nigger fucking! nigger fucking!
by now, lee way given spun tricked ataraxia
happening
often in, revolting decembrist punjabi deathwhistles or
amistad felt skinned drizzle drizzle
tweet tweet ribcage broken home FATWAH
the classical moment of a satanist upbringing
swinging room kill it kill it-ah, kill it-ah
inflatable upper vaginal wall g spot run
g spot run, see spot swimming in his own cellular matrix
my own twin treated as a hemorrhoid by these careerist diagnosticians
as i read feminist manifestos to my four year old baby boy
baby girl please don't swing at me i was just trying to warm my hands are really cold and
hellish-ah hellish-ah aryou now WAIT FOR IT-ah
anti androgenic properties of my own dearly beloved grandmother
rest in yeast breastplate peaceful dove lonesome mother-quiet night,
two pronged pelvic bone filed down to an edge
iceberg lettuce wedge wedged between herpit and a warm place
melting
funicular fisting
heavening heavening HEAVENING-ah,
drowning myself in senseless murmuring
heavening HEAVENING HEAVENING-ah

i like ze feesh
i like ze reeb
i like ze worl
u want ze deeck?
u want ze deeck?
u want ze deeck?
u want ze deeck.

After I was done revving my engine
That pussy was steamin'
Smelled like a flower blossoming at the break of dawn
Skin soft as the petals of a white lotus

Feld hure means field whore in German.
I understood that part because I am Bavarian.
Yes, I think I understood that part.
Yes, At least I understood that part.
Yes, I am fairly certain I understood at least that part.

YEARS LATER OUR PROTAGONIST SHOOTS HIMSELF. I WISH YOU ALL WELL. PLEASE SPREAD MY ASSES IN THE OCEAN WHENCE THEY CAME.

>>3203964

my question was WHY are people feeling doomed at the moment, and not 'what is the reason people write poetry'

>>3204187


the end of the world is ne of the oldest ideas in literature. one of the oldest written documents is a letter about how surely the end times must be upon us because the old ways are being forgotten and children dont respect their elders. Most think it's a personalization error: older people projecting their own declines and attitudes onto the rest of the world and young people doing the same with their anxiety about the future.

>>3204187

People always felt doomed, dude. Cause their internet is too slow to buffer a 1hr length movie.

>>3202230

droll and lifeless
hotdogs and popcorn
a carnival of boredom
tomorrow the same

>>3204162
It's from whence, you hairy, dick-licking, cunt-mobile.

>>3204402

except that youre wrong and go eat a dick

>>3204402
>from whence
whence |(h)wɛns|(also from whence )
adverb formal or archaic
from what place or source: whence does Congress derive this power?
relative adverb formal or archaic
from which; from where: the Ural mountains, whence the ore is procured.
• to the place from which: he will be sent back whence he came.
• as a consequence of which: whence it followed that the strategies were obsolete.

>From from what place or source
>From from which
>From from where

>>3204402
>>3204536

theyre both correct
'from whence' was considered incorrect but due to popular usage it is now ok to use

>>3204536
Shakespeare, Dickens, Burke, Tolkien, Kennedy, and Lincoln all say you're a fucking retard if you think it's "whence" not "from whence."

There's a world full of cocks for you to suck as a reward for being such a half-witted troglodyte, but until you get started, try to remember to breathe, you fucking philistine.

There isn't a wrong way to arrange letters. you've all been lied to your whole life.

>>3204566

>implying redundancy is a more compelling argument than colloquial usage
Your argument is null and void.

>implying diction and syntax didn't change completely with Shakespeare
Your argument makes me want to puke.

>>3204584

your asshurt has reached metaphysical proportions to a point where it is now the universal set of all asshurts as instantiated throughout the universe. if the cosmos ceased to exist your asshurt would enjoy immortality in the platonic realm.
>'b-b-but shakespeare'
elelelelelel
what a fag
i hope your whore mother gets breast cancer and dies.

>>3204619
>>3204619

Stan?

makes sense since this>>3204162 is probably you referencing this>>3203979

I like both of them btw.

>>3204619
Don't let the door hit you on the way out from whence you came, faggot.

>>3204629

watch out guys we got us a detective over here.

im guessing the elellelelels gave it away haha

>>3204610

>colloquial usage

Ebonics will soon make its way into our accepted language though this will in no way disconfirm the previous grammatically correct forms. Your swiss cheese logic and blind appeals to authority reek of nothing but unwillingness to accept your ignorance. Whence is the pure correct form. Colloquial usage has made room for "from whence" and this in no way disconfirms "whence".

>>3204629
>recognizing people
it's like i'm at an orgy and no ones wearing a face mask

>>3204674
>pure correct form
>correct form
>correct

You're saying that an archaic phrase is correct despite the fact that it's fallen out of usage almost entirely.

Language, along with civil society, scientific knowledge, and metaphysics, are measured by their progress. By resisting the progresses that have been institutionalized centuries ago, you have decidedly marked yourself as a reactionary.

What's next, is DesCartes wrong? Is Kant? Should we all go ask to the Catholic Church to hold dominion over us? I'm sure they wouldn't mind in the slightest. Maybe you could be Pope Benedict's personal bitch. The Catholic Church certainly has an affinity for 12 year olds.

>>3204717

The allusions you are trying to draw do not hold and you know this.
Why are you doing this?

Anyway, since you insist that colloquial use is the only relevant factor i invite you to have a look at the graph in this site:

http://english.stackexchange.com/questions/10906/is-from-whence-correct-or-should-it-be-whence

As you can see, whence has consistently outranked from whence in terms of usage.

>>3204755

>wasting time with petulant children
>current year

>>3204755
Your empirical evidence is incomplete. The Corpus of Contemporary American English is limited in two ways: 1) it begins more than 500 years after "whence" is first used; and 2) it includes only American English, that is to say, it neglects English literature from outside the United States.

Of the people listed by that same post, only 3 out of 9 are from the 19th or 20th century, and only 1 is American. Your evidence is not compelling.

I gently caress your bouncy negro lips,
oh how I do enjoy a woman with '78' hips,
Hands thwacking hard upon your flesh mounds-
or rather dark flabby mountains, making sounds
like short-stacks thrown against a wall
two tons of fun oh you do enthrall
me, so I suckle on your left teet
I've always preferred the taste of dark meat
No fantasy, this is the life-- fine living
All of my thanks to you i'm giving
May I lick your flower? I'll be John Smith,
And you my untamed native bitch,
I'll pour my milk on your coco-puffs
and leave a little ivory for your ebony muff.

So little depends upon
a brown wheelbarrow
covered in shit
beside the grey oyster

>>3204855
>I'll pour my milk on your coco-puffs
10/10 would fap to

>>3204584
>>3204619


>There's a world full of cocks for you to suck as a reward for being such a half-witted troglodyte, but until you get started, try to remember to breathe, you fucking philistine.

>your asshurt has reached metaphysical proportions to a point where it is now the universal set of all asshurts as instantiated throughout the universe. if the cosmos ceased to exist your asshurt would enjoy immortality in the platonic realm.'b-b-but shakespeare' elelelelelel what a fag i hope your whore mother gets breast cancer and dies.

/lit/ always comes up with the greatest insults.

I let the grass grow tall in my yard
To give nature a new place to thrive

But I kill all the insects writhing inside
Because I want to be the only one allowed to hide

These are the things I want to tell you
But then I try, and freeze up:
You are just...
There was that time...
Maybe we could...
I just wish...
Ah, well.
Better luck next time.

>>3205409

:D

my life sucks

I'm a huge faggot

Please kill me

I deserve death

>>3205622

Deep.

learning is superficial
practice is imperfect
downward spiral

>>3205526
Grazie

Love answers love, and so for some,
love's call must find a hearer dumb
as some brute beast, or else the call
of love would answered be withal.

love follows fame perhaps 'tis so:
but when in search of fame we go
we find but other hounds pursuing
that same goal, ourselves eschewing

Love comes to fortune; this is said
and truly wealth may beauty bed
but beauty spurns the proffered heart
and, wealth in hand, will soon depart

Love takes as finds, we can't deny
that love responds to what may lie
within its orbit, but beware:
love envy cheats, and so despair.

Now love, a shadow mutely lies
across the sought beloved eyes
but shadows fade and darkness falls,
and blindly love gropes out and calls


toward the lover lately fled
the blessed bower, couch and bed
to seek another arms and sighs
for love to love speaks, and love lies.

I bump into her.
She stops, holding her baby.
I don't say hello.
I don't remember her eyes
being so sad in middle school.

>>3204855
brilliant I say, brilliant.

>>3206378
>Oh ~yeah~ baby!

Like!

Immagine a large circle
A Ring
A Sun

Within that ring is a core
A heart
A soul

Now over there, to the side, far away
Close enough to gather life and heat
But not near enough to give anything.

The Friendzone.

T
R
O
L
L

I said to the Moot

>>3201205
Maybe I'm just a sucker for food but this is my favourite one so far.

>>3207417
marmalade on pizza? i dont think so. Poem is ruined.

>>3207592

The combination of Sweet and Salt makes it an extravagant delicacy! Like Pineapple with Bacon!

Light speed action
Results in the splashing of her fountain
So magnificent
Like an ass under contraction

A spiral turns in on itself
out away from itself
curled
unfurled
depending on how you spin it

Quite like the human heart.

There was a crumbling old castle
hidden beneath bushes in my backyard.
Its stone walls and protruded from deep in the Earth,
a giant middle finger to the modern landscape.
It was unfortunate that I never found an entrance

Until, as an adult,
I returned with a shovel
and dug
and dug
and dug
and dug
for as long as I could
And at that end, after many years, there stood before me the entrance to the monolithic building.
It loomed tall above my head
infinitely tall
reaching space, reaching the center of the universe, reaching whatever could be called "God".

I entered the castle and followed it's winding
spinning
spiraling
turning
staircase all the way to the top and found
and found
and found
Nothing.
Nothing but the shovel I dug the castle out with, and the bones of those who came before - all laid out in white skeletons
shapes
sizes
so similar but so different to me
And below
down below, from where I entered
I heard the heavy, heaving, hard doors
Close.
Shut.
Lock.
Bolt.
Shutter.
Bid one more au revoir
before sinking back into the Earth.

Strange clouds float overhead
Like all the strange girls in my bed
Neither serving a purpose
Besides reminding me of the dead.

No
You fuck
I suck

I'm a lonely man on a lonely board
A bard a sight to see
Beside around a ragged rock
To sea you go with me

With eye and I I love the sound

Square Shapes
Broken Rhythm
Isolated Lights
Shot through Prisms
Color Cultivate
Chops of Wisdom
Culture Delegate
Shastrik Systems
Iced Out Space
Chrome Cloud plates

Square Shapes
Broken Rhythm
Isolated Lights
Shot through Prisms
Color Cultivate
Chops of Wisdom
Culture Delegate
Shastrik Systems
Iced Out Space
True Religion Jeans
Chrome Cloud plates
Nigga,
In yo Face

Square Shapes
Broken Rhythm
Isolated Lights
Shot through Prisms
Color Cultivate
Chops of Wisdom
Culture Delegate
Shastrik Systems
Iced Out Space
True Religion Jeans
Chrome Clouded plates
Nigga,
In yo Face

Tommorow I start the first day
of my new job - I'm now a writer
working in my aunt's ad agency.

I am underqualified.

I spent the last week
sitting in the greys of my
unlit, unclean, apartment
in the room, really.

Biting the skin off my fingers,
and considering suicide.

Like every tree has once been a baby
Blade of grass, rainbow fleet of many a
Chance for things to go well or bad, and you
With your wine bottle in the rain chasing
The moonlight like in Cinnamon Girl but
actually chasing it like it had
--not vitamin d but some other--weird
Silver version that causes magical
Change. You chose bad, and I along chose rain.

Babies
squished in to small places
Oh who cares

White White snow

Mother always said
Drink your books
Drink your books
Drink your books
But lately Mom's not been 'round

Grating green Artist clean
Rich friends drinking
taps always flowing
bad taste disguised
behind mustache striped sleeve
snotty striped sleeve
and philosophy degree

In the future people
write about writing
write about robots
robots writing robots writing humans
Electric wires shocking wires shocking wires shocking wires shocking wires

>>3211060
>Like every tree has once been a baby
Blade of grass
you can't seriously be this stupid

You're right. It's poetry, dumbass.

>>3211060
>Like every tree has once been a baby blade of grass
you can't seriously be this stupid

>>3211110

Refering to the Blade of Grass, it's actually pretty cool, roughness fused with softness. Tingles the mind. Fucking cool, dawg.

The first line has the potential to be refined lul

Ano ano donna iro ga ima desu ka?
Egao no howaito namida no buruu
Kasanete mita toki

Honjitsu seiten nari kyanbasu ni
Miruku no aisu ramune gokun
Genki ni karaa toppingu

Ooi! Rafugaki-puriizu
Minna no nigaoe kontesuto
Yooshi! Ato de "punn" Okoranai de ne
Suichi osaretara wahhahha~

Nanka ii kimochi nareba ii kanji
Kyousou da! Ichi hayaku ringo tabe yo
Sou ja nain da yo sou de iin da yo!?
Kudamono wa Moderusan
Saa dessan shimashou ka shukudai da yon

Moshimoshi pan de keshite asagohan?
Okuchi ga burakku arie na gurei
Keshigomu kawari guzzu

Kinou no aidia wa mu~n... ima hitotsu
Mo sukoshi tacchi tsuyome ni dorou
Omoshiro fueta yo

Ieei~ Rabu & piisu fuu
Pappun ga shoubu manmaru furawaa katto
Waai! Daisuki na koto ga aru to ne
Tanoshiku sugoseru suicchi rappappa~

Maru de efude kara hibi ga umareru doriimu
Geijutsu da bakuhatsu da moete afuro
Arara dekichatta areba dekichau ne
Chikyuu no e wa guriin de guddo?
Hai soko ni sundemasu yo hidamari desu

Sukecchi suicchi osaretara yaffuffu~

Nanka ii kimochi nareba ii kanji
Geijutsu da bakuhatsu da ringo ochite
Sou ja nain da yo sou de iin da yo!?
Kudamono wa Moderusan
Saa dessan shimashou ka

Maru de efude kara hibi ga umareru doriimu
Geijutsu da bakuhatsu da moe moe moe!
Arara dekichatta areba dekichau ne
Chikyuu no e wa guriin de guddo?
Hai soko ni sundemasu yo hidamari desu

>>3210587

hmm neat

>>3211118

>>3211117

i think those are 2 different descriptions taking place

"cream loom afternoon"

come on then
who so new to the yellow ringed leg of dynamite?
tell me something i've not heard
anything to the delicate hoards
of the true things, or some what i haven't
rung up saying

can i speak to someone more senior?
those vague answers
is there anything more frustrating?

"kist wjem ypire readu wjat

os tjat o camt ale amu fonanfoa;
decoopms pme spethomg ole tjat really
o camt evem mocemess os amptjer atter not really
o kist wamt tp get rod pf

tje, swearomg pr spethomg
o dunno"

how to deal with these things
it's just
incogoereent

but i really don't need these things
really; why that dream the other night
well so many dreams
that i could barely hold onto them

>>3211126
Thanks.