/lit/ - Literature

CANTO 1

I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
By the false azure in the windowpane
I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I
Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky,
And from the inside, too, I'd duplicate
Myself, my lamp, an apple on a plate:
Uncurtaining the night, I'd let dark glass
Hang all the furniture above the grass,
And how delightful when a fall of snow
Covered my glimpse of lawn and reached up so
As to make chair and bed exactly stand
Upon that snow, out in that crystal land!

"You might try then, as I did, to find a sky so full of stars it will blind you again. Only no sky can blind you now. Even with all that iridescent magic up there, your eye will no longer linger on the light, it will no longer trace constellations. You'll care only about the darkness and you'll watch it for hours, for days, maybe even for years, trying in vain to believe you're some kind of indispensable, universe-appointed sentinel, as if just by looking you could actually keep it all at bay. It will get so bad you'll be afraid to look away, you'll be afraid to sleep.

Then no matter where you are, in a crowded restaurant or on some desolate street or even in the comforts of your own home, you'll watch yourself dismantle every assurance you ever lived by. You'll stand aside as a great complexity intrudes, tearing apart, piece by piece, all of your carefully conceived denials, whether deliberate or unconscious. And then for better or worse you'll turn, unable to resist, though try to resist you still will, fighting with everything you've got not to face the thing you most dread, what is now, what will be, what has always come before, the creature you truly are, the creature we all are, buried in the nameless black of a name.

And then the nightmares will begin.”

P.K. Dick the man in the high castle.
The best description of nazisme, and its bretherns thinking: Blut & Honor

"Their view; it is cosmic. Not of a man here, a child there, but air abstraction: race, land.
Volk. Land. Blut. Ehre. Not of honorable men but of Ehre itself, honor; the abstract is real,
the actual is invisible to them. Die Güte, but not good, this good man. It is their sense of
space and time. They see through the here, the now, into the vast black deep beyond, the
unchanging. And that is fatal to life. Because eventually there will be no life; there was
once only the dust particles in space, the hot hydrogen gases, nothing more, and it will
come again. This is an interval, ein Augenblick. The cosmic process is hurrying on,
crushing life back into the granite and methane; the wheel turns for all life. It is all
temporary. And they - these madmen - respond to the granite, the dust, the longing of the inanimate; they want to aid Natur."

Beginnings
For ages they had been without heads. Headless they lived, and headless they died. How long they had thus flourished none of them knew. Then something began to change. It happened over unremembered generations. The signs of a transfiguring were being writ ever more deeply into them. As their breed moved forward, they began crossing boundaries whose very existence they never suspected ... and they trembled. Some of them eyed their surroundings as they would a strange land into which they had wandered, even though their kind had trodden the same earth for countless seasons. And after nightfall, they looked up at a sky filled with stars and felt themselves small and fragile in the vastness. More and more, they came to know a new way of being. It was as if the objects around them were one thing and they were another. The world was moving farther and farther away, and they were at the center of this movement. Another world was forming inside the heads they now had. Each of them, in time, became frightened in a way they had never known. In former day, they were only frightened by sights and sounds in the moments they saw or heard them. Now they were frightened by things that were not present to their senses. They were also frightened by visions that came not from outside them but from within them. Everything had changed for their kind, and they could never return to what they had once been. The epoch had pass when they and the rest of creation were one and the same. They were beginning to know a world that did not know them. This is what they thought, and they thought it was not right. Something which should not be ... had become. And something had to be done if they were to flourish as they had before, if the very ground beneath their feet were not to fall out from under them. They could do nothing about the world that was moving farther and farther away and which knew them not. So something would have to be done about their heads.

>mfw you all get tracked down and arrested by the FBI for copyright

>>5398401
ur posting an image that's property of AMC m8

inb4 sunset found her squatting

>>5398438

>>5396328
one of my favorites too

Während ich bis zum Einbruch der Dunkelheit auf einer Bahre in einer Nische der Katakomben lag, kamen zu meiner Freude viele meiner Leute, um Abschied von mir zu nehmen. Auch mein verehrter Oberstleutnant von Oppen besuchte mich für kurze Zeit.
Am Abend wurde ich mit anderen Verwundeten an den Ortsausgang getragen und dort in einen Sanitätswagen geladen. Ohne auf das Geschrei der Insassen zu achten, raste der Fahrer auf der unter starkem Feuer liegenden Chaussee über Trichter und andere Hindernisse hinweg und gab uns endlich an ein Auto weiter, das uns bis zur Kirche des Dorfes Fins fuhr, die mit Hunderten von Verwundeten belegt war. Eine Krankenschwester erzählte mir, daß in der letzten Zeit mehr als 30 000 Verwundete über Fins abtransportiert wären. Von dort kam ich nach St. Quentin, dessen Fensterscheiben vom unaufhörlichen Donner der Schlacht zitterten, und dann im Lazarettzuge weiter nach Gera, wo ich im Garnisonlazarett eine vorzügliche Pflege fand.
Von Kameraden der anderen Bataillone, die nach mir verwundet waren, erfuhr ich das weitere Schicksal meiner Kompagnie, die am Tage nach meiner Verwundung wieder in Stellung gerückt war. Nach verlustreichem Anmarsch und zehnstündigem Trommelfeuer war sie infolge der großen Frontlücken von allen Seiten angegriffen worden. Der kleine Schmidt, Fähnrich Wohlgemut, Leutnants Vogel und Sievers, kurz, fast alle Kameraden hatten, bis zur letzten Sekunde fechtend, den Tod gefunden. Nur wenige Überlebende, darunter Leutnant Wetje, waren dem Feinde in die Hände gefallen; kein einziger war nach Combles zurückgekehrt, um dort von dem Heldenkampfe, der mit so unerhörter Erbitterung ausgefochten war, zu erzählen. Selbst der englische Heeresbericht erwähnte ehrend die Handvoll Männer, die in eherner Treue bei Guillemont gestanden hatten bis zuletzt.
Wenn ich mich auch des Zufallstreffers freute, der mich am Vorabend der Schlacht wie durch ein Wunder dem sicheren Tode entrissen hatte, so hätte ich anderseits doch, so seltsam es manchem klingen mag, gern das Los der Kameraden geteilt und mit ihnen vereint auch über mich den eisernen Würfel des Krieges dahinrollen lassen. Stets hat mich, auf den Höhepunkten der blutigen Schlachten, die ich noch erleben sollte, der strahlende, unauslöschliche Ruhm dieser Kämpfer gemahnt, mich der ehemaligen Kameradschaft würdig zu erweisen.

While the lion queen pinned his shoulders back, she turned her head to her daughter, "What do you think we should do with him Kiara?"
The name rung in his ears, "Wait, I'm in the Pridelands?" stammered Tamati.
"That's right," Nala lowered her bottom and grinded against his crotch, "You see, Simba and Kovu are off mating other lionesses, and we haven't been fucked for ages."
Tamati's shocked look slowly turned into a sultry smile, "Well, then I'll be happy to assist you with that."