/lit/ - Literature

>>3550943
Very nice. A /lit/ sort of copypasta

I've saved a few things I deemed "culturally, historically, or aesthetically significant," ranging from comedy to critiques. Will dump what I have.

Found this in an archive, still /r/ing that picture of DFW reading Flight to Lucifer & saying no discernable talent

>>3550970
so I can add it to the pic, that is

This one is hillarity

some shitty OC dedicated to our former /lit/ muse, Bullkowski

is art dead?

>>3550976

this is very old

obligatory response to stupid questions on camus

Very nice so far. I think it gives a good picture of the way people on the board think. And there's a dry, ascerbic wit about all of them.

Any more? or longer, creative works? Humorous ones especially, but really anything considered good enough to save.

A young, fresh and cherry STEM student walks into the halls of a sterile English department with his head held high. Stern and with a proud heave, he bellows through the cavern at the beanie-sporters scattered through the hall:

" WHAT WOULD YOU RATHER STUDY, HEATHENS? "

Seven fragrant dreadlocked beards spew coffee from their continental gullets. Free-range hens shuffle out a window somewhere.

" WORDS ON A PAGE OR THE FUCKING COSMOS? "

An emergency evacuation is called. Afghan clogs stuff the exit. Native tears are shed. A triad of cauldrons full to brim with boiling kamquat loose their bellies with a fever on the frantic patrons all around. The shelves are raided. Looters stuffing oriental knapsacks leave no kitsch untouched.

From the roaring depths of chaos in the halls, through sheets of stirring fire: calm and rigid comes up looming in the haze a stoic English professor, tailored suit to keen perfection, forty thousand pages full of Marx and further reading in an unstained palm.

Expressionless, with firm phenomenologic hold on mind and body, he whispers to the STEM student, currently engaged in evil laughter:

" What would you rather study, child? "

The student is hushed. Voiceless. The man has snared his subjectivity entirely.

" Nature - or the nature of nature? "

Of an instant all the place is silent. In the corner, captive underneath the groins of several existential theists, one brave soul begins to clap. Soon the place is flooded with cheer.

The next day, all sciences were cancelled nationwide. The shells of disenfranchised rockets sheltered lonely bohemians everywhere. All was well.

this guy I once spoke to on the subject of DFW. Really helped me understand more about him.

I highly recommend the essay E Unimus Plurabum

>>3551007
forgot to mention the latter part of this is Kirkregaard

I saw this response today and thought it explained Naked Lunch really well

dis faani

very witty

Excellent stuff. Seems to lean a bit toward philosophical stuff though. I guess that stuff is easier to make humorous. The voltaire one is especially nice, with the peter frampton looking wig on.

last one from me

>>3551023

>>3551030

Fuck, is that Zizek? I thought it was some Russian gangster.

>>3550970
>still /r/ing that picture of DFW reading Flight to Lucifer & saying no discernable talent

I made that!

>>3551082
Excerpt from The Flight to Lucifer, by Harold Bloom:

"The solar system, ruled by the Archon called Elohim, was as much a dungeon as any wretched stone cellar... Laws of nature, instituted by the Archon, enslaved earth's universe and blocked even the ascent of the souls after death. The Creator or Demiurge, Ialdabaoth, miscalled Jehovah, had fashioned his entrapments most subtly."

>>3551091

I just pissed myself.

It's some kind of Gnostic sci-fi, isn't it?

>>3551094
Yeah, it's Gnostic fantasy fan-fiction.

I don't know how a literary critic could create something so awful without knowing how bad it was.

>>3551104
Good readers are not always good writers, just like good writers are not always good readers.

DFW and Bloom are great examples of that, although Bloom's the better critic.

This was a reply to a conversation with a friend on Skype. She asked me; "What would you do if you became a millionare?".

This was my response.

If I ever became a millionaire I would make a room in my house that's completely soundproofed. Just so I could lie there in perpetual bliss, listening to my own heartbeat, the sounds of my eyelashes brushing and interlocking like the most fragile gears working in rhythmic production, and focus on the serenity that accompanies silence.

>>3551215
That would be a huge waste of money. Silent rooms make people very uncomfortable and even ill. Look up the Orfield Laboratories anechoic chamber.

>>3551215
Why are you telling us this?

also,
>alone with your thoughts
>serenity
nope. you must be stupid.

>>3551227
Yeah I looked into it, and the world's most soundproofed room is so silent that no-one's been able to sit in there for more than 45 minutes, apparently.

Still, the idea seems incredible to me, I'd love to be able to listen to every sound my body makes. Every blink, every breath, every toke on a cigarette.

I know it would most likely be the opposite, but to me that sounds quite desirable.

>>3551239
>I was wondering if any of you copy and save anything you see posted, whether it be poems, bits of prose, critques, witty replies, anything except pictures.

There you are. I know self examination can be horrible and soul-destroying, but for me it's something I do daily, somewhat of a routine.

>>3551215
I have these noise cancellation headphones, they work pretty well, cost less than building a soundproof room

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 shackels from their limbs
and tread the trackless paths
of the pleides

>>3551082
Thank you for this!

>>3550930
>adam's apple

Apology for poor english.
When were you when god dies.
I was sat at home when Nietzsche ring.
God is die.
No.

And you?

---

Apology for poor english.
When were you when arab dies.
I was sat at home when Camus ring.
Arab is die.
No.

And you?

---

I home
drinking of whiskey
friend knocks on door
I say 'nietzche, my friend'
'god is die'
'no'

---

Apology for poor english.
When were you when Sherlock dies.
I was sat at home when Wattson ring.
Holmes is die.
No shit.

---

Apology for poor english.
When were you when patroclus dies.
I was sat at tent when antilochus ring.
Patroclus is die.
No.

And you?

---

Apology for poor english.
When were you when Argos dies.
I was sat at home pouring libations to Athene when Eumaeus ring.
Argos is die.
No.

And you?

---

Apology for poor english.
When were you when historicism dies.
I was sat at home when Karl Popper ring.
Historicism presupposes an inherent meaning to history through a dialectic process, but does not account for the inherent contridictions in the Aristotelianism and Hegelianism, brought forth by the proces of fasification and is die.
No.

And you?

do u even lift??
-Mikhail Bakunin in a letter to Karl Marx, 1868

In this debut novel, the multi-talented Georg Hegel gives an edge-of-your-seat, no-holds-barred, rip-roaring ride through the dark and mysterious caverns of the criminal mind. This romp-em-stop-em tale traces the journey of a strapping, curious, yet fickle young man named Spirit (Geist in the original German) as his godlike intelligence leads him from the rough-and-tumble, animalistic mean streets of an unknown Caribbean island, through the French Revolution, to the clean and well-ordered cities of present-day Japan. (For a fuller account of the book's enigmatic conclusion, plus some alternate endings and commentary, see Alexandre Kojève's stunning compendium.) Many readers may know Georg Hegel as a humble high-school teacher and occasional babysitter, but make no mistake: Hegel is a masterful storyteller. In the Phenomenology of Spirit (popularly called P.O.S.), he thrills us with the twists and turns of a deeply complex character's development, stopping on the way to wow us with fights-to-the-death, to illuminate the perils and attraction of religious fanaticism, and even to weigh the pros and cons of arcana such as phrenological metaphysics and systematic racism. Like so many of our best novels, Hegel's narrative is of course completely implausible, yet even when the story stretches the bounds of believability, its constant movement from one point of view to another---followed so often by a graceful synthesis of the two---makes Hegel's P.O.S. one of the best reads of the twenty-first century.

>>3551227
>>3551243
Could you imagine plugging in your earphones, turning the volume down to min., placing your phone in the opposite corner and just listening?

>>3552169
>Implying women don't have them
I know several girls with visible Adam's apples; you can often tell when they stretch their necks up and speak.
I fucking hate you, Olivia.