/lit/ - Literature

God how the stars fell

"To every appearance, a malicious soul full of petty pride"

"Did you hear the one about *****? He denounced evil but offered no alternative"

Noble steeds by their scorched mark thighs
Men in love by the look in their eyes

idk i have an absolutely awful memory best i can do

>>6539186
-If that is rhythm, said Lynch, let me hear what you call beauty; and, please remember, though I did eat a cake of cowdung once, that I admire only beauty.
guess the book

>>6539193
>idk i have an absolutely awful memory best i can do

I dunno, that's pretty good memory if you ask me.

>>6539193
>Noble steeds by their scorched mark thighs
Men in love by the look in their eyes

where's this from? pls

A warm human plumpness settled down on his brain. His brain yielded. Perfume of embraces all him assailed. With hungered flesh obscurely, he mutely craved to adore.

"Though his vigor and noise belied the solitary nature of his efforts."

"The curious and remarkable thing about this daft and simple story, which at least is happily not too long and wide in scope, is that the swift man is, fundamentally, the sluggish one and the sluggish man is, fundamentally, the swift one, simply and solely due to the fact that the swift man was alas all too swift and because the sluggish man with the sum total of his sluggishness fortunately, or unfortunately, stood the test brilliantly, by being not at all swift and yet, fundamentally, much swifter than the swiftest of the swift while, alas, the swift one, with the whole rich treasure of his swiftness and agility, while not in the slightest sluggish, was nonetheless much more sluggish than the most sluggardly sluggard of all, which is, whatever else it may be, deeply regrettable."

>I embrace my desire to feel the rhythm, to feel connected; enough to step aside and weep like a widow, to feel inspired, to fathom the power, to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain, to swing on the spiral of our divinity and still be a human.

>>6539251
complete dollar-pay-by-the-word shit

>>6539256
>not getting that thats why its funny

When it looks as if you had made up your mind finally to stay at home for the evening, when you have put on your house jacket and sat down after supper with a light on the table to the piece of work or the game that usually precedes your going to bed, when the weather outside is unpleasant so that staying indoors seems natural, and when you have already been sitting quietly at the table for so long that your departure must occasion surprise to everyone, when, besides, the stairs are in darkness and the front door locked, and in spite of all that you have started up in a sudden fit of restlessness, changed your jacket, abruptly dressed yourself for the street, explained that you must go out and with a few curt words of leave-taking actually gone out, banging the flat door more or less hastily according to the degree of displeasure you think you have left behind you, and when you find yourself once more in the street with limbs swinging extra freely in answer to the unexpected liberty you have procured for them, when as a result of this decisive action you feel concentrated within yourself all the potentialities of decisive action, when you recognize with more than usual significance that your strength is greater than your need to accomplish effortlessly the swiftest of changes and to cope with it, when in this frame of mind you go striding down the long streets - then for that evening you have completely got away from your family, which fades into insubstantiality, while you yourself, a firm, boldly drawn black figure, slapping yourself on the thigh, grow to your true stature.

>>6539186
A screaming comes across the sky.

>>6539267
That was good.

>>6539267
niiice

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.

>>6539188
From?

So it goes

>Ivan Ilych's life had been most simple and most ordinary and therefore most terrible.

Was Tolstoy talking about us?

>>6539720
>>>reddit

>>6539188
Oh god, it's fucking shitty.

Completely fucking shitty.

McCarthy is such a fucking hack for fucks sake.

>>>/reddit/

I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.

A madman’s thoughts are just the usual ideas of a human being, except that they’re hermetically sealed inside his head. The world never gets into his head, and that’s the way he wants it. A sealed head is like a lake without an outlet, standing, stagnant.

>>6539248
That is from the portrait of the artist as a young man

>>6539188
Are you 15 or a suburban housewife? Because that's what you sound like.

[Boy:] On a hot summer night,
would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?
[Girl:] Will he offer me his mouth?
[Boy:] Yes.
[Girl:] Will he offer me his teeth?
[Boy:] Yes.
[Girl:] Will he offer me his jaws?
[Boy:] Yes.
[Girl:] Will he offer me his hunger?
[Boy:] Yes.
[Girl:] Again, will he offer me his hunger?
[Boy:] Yes!
[Girl:]And will he starve without me?
[Boy:] Yes!
[Girl:] And does he love me?
[Boy:] Yes.
[Girl:] Yes.
[Boy:] On a hot summer night,
would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?
[Girl:] Yes.
[Boy:] I bet you say that to all the boys!

>Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice.

The ending sentence is also GOAT, but after reading that first one I knew I was going to enjoy the book. And I did.

I can feel this body dying all around me!

The fact is always obvious much too late, but the most singular difference between happiness and joy is that happiness is a solid and joy is a liquid.

None of these are a sentence or one line!
Relief washed over me in an awesome wave.

>>6539842
I know this is from a meatloaf song.

>>6539797

cry everytiem

Genesis 1:1 In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth

>>6539845

>El Coronel Aureliano peleó 33 guerras y las perdió todas.


saddest phrase in lit

>>6539870
There was Eru, the One, who in Arda is called Ilúvatar; and he made first the Ainur, the Holy Ones, that were the offspring of his thought, and they were with him before aught else was made.

"Some folks don't believe there is pious niggers Shelby,' said Haley, with a candid flourish of his hand, 'but I do".

Uncle Tom's Cabin; or, Life Among the Lowly.

“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.”

>>6539186

Call me Ishmael.

A legion of horribles, hundreds in number, half naked or clad in costumes attic or biblical or wardrobed out of a fevered dream with the skins of animals and silk finery and pieces of uniform still tracked with the blood of prior owners, coats of slain dragoons, frogged and braided cavalry jackets, one in a stovepipe hat and one with an umbrella and one in white stockings and a bloodstained wedding veil and some in headgear or cranefeathers or rawhide helmets that bore the horns of bull or buffalo and one in a pigeontailed coat worn backwards and otherwise naked and one in the armor of a Spanish conquistador, the breastplate and pauldrons deeply dented with old blows of mace or sabre done in another country by men whose very bones were dust and many with their braids spliced up with the hair of other beasts until they trailed upon the ground and their horses' ears and tails worked with bits of brightly colored cloth and one whose horse's whole head was painted crimson red and all the horsemen's faces gaudy and grotesque with daubings like a company of mounted clowns, death hilarious, all howling in a barbarous tongue and riding down upon them like a horde from a hell more horrible yet than the brimstone land of Christian reckoning, screeching and yammering and clothed in smoke like those vaporous beings in regions beyond right knowing where the eye wanders and the lip jerks and drools.

>>6539716
underrated post.

>>6539797
Came here to read that.

>>6539813
>>6539797
>>6539845
>>6539267
Yes. Very yes.

>>6539852
>>6539848
Almost. But not quite.

>>6539716
source?

>>6539842
You took the words right out of my mouth anon.
Must have been while you were kissing me.

>>6539188
the thing that's funny is that this is better than the actual line

>>6539186
"I will take you, Don peasant," said Don Quixote, "low-born churl stuffed with garlic, and I will tie you to a tree as naked as the day you were born, and I will give you not three-thousand-three-hundred, but six-thousand-six-hundred lashes, and so well laid that you won't be able to pull them off, even if you pull them three-thousand-three hundred times, and if you say a word to me I shall tear out your soul."

To be, or not to be, that is the question—
Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer
The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune,
Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles,
And by opposing, end them?

>>6540140
thread

>"There's nothing else we can do, Dmitri. After all, we are The Brothers Karamazov"

>When the shadow of the sash appeared on the curtains it was between seven and eight o' clock and then I was in time again,hearing the watch. It was Grandfather's and when Father gave it to me he said I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire; it's rather excruciatingly apt that you will use it to gain the reducto absurdum of all human experience which can fit your individual needs no better than it fitted his or his father's. I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all your breath trying to conquer it. Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.

>Dear Mom, I put a couple people in Hell today....

>And they do dance: though Pirate never could before, very well... they feel quite in touch with all the others as they move, and if they are never to be at full ease, still it's not parade rest any longer... so they dissolve now, into the race and swarm of this dancing Preterition, and their faces, the dear, comical faces they have put on for this ball, fade, as innocence fades, grimly flirtatious, and striving to be kind....

>What is humanity
>You ask the obvious, ha, ha. Humanist is something to destroy

>Till we've done it, we're taught that it's evil. Having done it, then's the struggle: to admit to yourself that it's not really evil at all.

>>6540140
>To be, or not to be, that is the question—
Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer
The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune,
Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles,
And by opposing, end them?


>not

>...be all my sins remembered

or the superior Dante

>“In that book which is my memory,
>On the first page of the chapter that is the day >when I first met you,
>Appear the words, ‘Here begins a new life’.”

I feel it stealing now.
Sentry, are you there?
Just ease this darbies at the wrist,
and roll me over fair.
I am sleepy, and the oozy weeds about me twist.

tell me why Billy Budd makes me cry every time

>>6540163
>these darbies at the wrist

my bad yall

That we are capable only of being what we are remains our unforgivable sin.

"…I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes."

Hear thy tale im about to tell
me, whose soul and life got twisted
it would take only seconds
so lie there and wait
as i tell you this narration of how i became the Prince of Belwinds.

-From "The Will Of The Smith"

Rainbows are God's way of letting us know that beauty is just an optical illusion

>>6539822

You do a good impression yourself.

I sat upon the shore
Fishing, with the arid plain behind me
Shall I at least set my lands in order?

ELIOT
L
I
O
T

I've changed my answer.
"Oh Christ, the exhaustion of not knowing anything. It's so tiring and hard on the nerves. It really takes it out of you, not knowing anything. You're given comedy and miss all the jokes. Every hour you get weaker. Sometimes, as I sit alone in my flat in London and stare at the window, I think how dismal it is, how heavy, to watch the rain and not know why it falls."

>>6539186
'You're a Wizard, Harry'

>>6539797
source?

>>6540307
Ulysses

>>6540248
>I know you are, but what am I?

>>6540311

I'm a third party.

>>6539797
The final line, right?

Am I right in thinking that her mountain flower is her pussy and she wann sum fuk?

>>6540317
Those fedora jokes must have have quite an impact in you considering you keep posting this picture

>>6540327

I'm just appreciative of sophisticated tastes.

>>6539842
>>6540090
So underrated

>>6539186

"He speaks in your voice, American, and there's a shine in his eye that's halfway hopeful."

"Got a fag, Mag?"

>>6539186
>Lying is simply the soul's ideal language. Just as we use words, which are sounds articulated in an absurd way, to translate into real language the most private and subtle shifts of our thoughts and emotions(which words on their own would never be able to translate), so we make use of lies and fiction to promote understanding among ourselves, something that the truth- personal and incommunicable - could never accomplish.

>>6540245
Not bad, what's this from?

>>6540398
i made that shit up. use it at your leisure if you ever need to sound deep and introspective

>>6539186
“…Head pains hit her at the end of the day. They came with a shining. An electrochemical sheen, light from out of nowhere, brain-made, the eerie gleam of who you are.”

>>6540402
no cos you'll sue me when i get rich

>>6539252
>new album never

I fucked your mom

>>6540397
Source?

>>6539874
lol

“They are approaching now a lengthy brick improvisation, a Victorian paraphrase of what once, long ago, resulted in Gothic cathedrals—but which, in its own time, arose not from any need to climb through the fashioning of suitable confusions toward any apical God, but more in a derangement of aim, a doubt as to the God’s actual locus (or, in some, as to its very existence), out of a cruel network of sensuous moments that could not be transcended and so bent the intentions of the builders not on any zenith, but back to fright, to simple escape, in whatever direction, from what the industrial smoke, street excrement, windowless warrens, shrugging leather forests of drive belts, flowing and patient shadow states of the rats and flies, were saying about the chances for mercy that year.”

>>6539275
I prefer "They're in love. Fuck the war."

>>6540406
Delillo is RAW

>The future belongs to crowds

>>6539186

“and I looked and looked at her, and knew as clearly as I know I am to die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth, or hoped for anywhere else. She was only the faint violet whiff and dead leaf echo of the nymphet I had rolled myself upon with such cries in the past; an echo on the brink of a russet ravine, with a far wood under a white sky, and brown leaves choking the brook, and one last cricket in the crisp weeds... but thank God it was not that echo alone that I worshipped. What I used to pamper among the tangled vines of my heart, mon grand pch radieux, had dwindled to its essence: sterile and selfish vice, all that I cancelled and cursed. You may jeer at me, and threaten to clear the court, but until I am gagged and halfthrottled, I will shout my poor truth. I insist the world know how much I loved my Lolita, this Lolita, pale and polluted, and big with another’s child, but still gray-eyed, still sooty-lashed, still auburn and almond, still Carmencita, still mine; Changeons de vie, ma Carmen, allons vivre quelque, part o nous ne serons jamais spars; Ohio? The wilds of Massachusetts? No matter, even if those eyes of hers would fade to myopic fish, and her nipples swell and crack, and her lovely young velvety delicate delta be tainted and torneven then I would go mad with tenderness at the mere sight of your dear wan face, at the mere sound of your raucous young voice, my Lolita.”

>>6540440

hey guys don't forget about me, possibly the best opening line from any DeLillo novel and any novel ever really: >>6540360

And they stoned Stephen, invoking, and saying: Lord Jesus, receive my spirit. And falling on his knees, he cried with a loud voice, saying: Lord, lay not this sin to their charge. And when he had said this, he fell asleep in the Lord.

So it goes.

>>6540458
me likey

When the shadow of the sash appeared on the curtains it was between seven and eight oclock and then I was in time again, hearing the watch.It was Grandfather's and when Father gave it to me he said I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire; it's rather excruciating-ly apt that you will use it to gain the reducto absurdum of all human experience which can fit your individual needs no better than it fitted his or his father's. I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all you breath trying to conquer it. Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.

The cowslips tall her pensioners be:
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours,
In those freckles live their savours:
I must go seek some dewdrops here
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.

If cowslips doesn't give it away to you you're not patrician.

Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze.
Hair: brown. Lips: scarlet.
Age: five thousand three hundred days.
Profession: none, or "starlet"

>>6540078
Declaration of Independence

The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.

And but so

>>6540212
This

But the ending to Finnegans Wake is almost as good.

And it's old and old it's sad and old it's sad and weary I go back to you, my cold father, my cold mad father, my cold mad feary father, till the near sight of the mere size of him, the moyles and moyles of it, moananoaning, makes me seasilt saltsick and I rush, my only, into your arms. I see them rising! Save me from those therrble prongs! Two more. Onetwo moremens more. So. Avelaval. My leaves have drifted from me. All. But one clings still. I'll bear it on me. To remind me of. Lff! So soft this morning, ours. Yes. Carry me along, taddy, like you done through the toy fair! If I seen him bearing down on me nowunder whitespread wings like he'd come from Arkangels, I sinkI'd die down over his feet, humbly dumbly, only to washup. Yes, tid. There's where. First. We pass through grass behush the bush to. Whish! A gull. Gulls. Far calls. Coming, far! End here. Us then. Finn, again! Take. Bussoftlhee, mememormee! Till thous-endsthee. Lps. The keys to. Given! A way a lone a last a loved a long the

>>6539249
not even a sentence

>>6539188
>misquotes it

>>6541151
Sure it is.

>>6539718
The Bible and The Name of the Rose

>>6541192
it's a dependent clause

When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

>>6541211
It's a perfectly sound standalone sentence.

>>6539186
17. Jesus said, "I will give you what no eye has seen, what no ear has heard, what no hand has touched, what has not arisen in the human heart."

>>6539969
that left me breathless when i first read it
i read it out loud a couple of times and put the book down and just thought about it for a couple of minutes

even now when i see someone quote it, it makes the hairs on my neck stand up

mccarthy can flippin' write, that is for sure

>>6541239
No, it's a fucking fragment. Putting "though" at the beginning changes the verb phrase to an adverbial clause, which doesn't modify anything. Sure, in literature it could be considered acceptable (well, if it were any good), but even the weak rules of English grammar pointedly dictate that it is a fragment. Any user of almost any language, in fact, could tell you that it doesn't represent a complete thought, let alone a "standalone sentence."

"He never claimed to be a god, but then he never claimed not to be a god."

For some reason it's always stuck with me

My memory is more than shit, but a few snippets come to mind:

"The two of us wrote Anti-Oedipus together. Since each of us was several,
there was already quite a crowd."

Or

"He was a child of God much like yourself perhaps"

Or

"the car's on fire and there's no driver at the wheel and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides and a dark wind blows"

that's just what I've read recently anyway

>>6541280
I bet you blow a gasket when a sentence starts with "but" or "and" too.

>>6540416

Book of Disquiet by Fernando Pessoa

>>6539797
>yes

Guessing Cummings?

Yes, but do tell, what book did you finally assign him to read?
On my way out of your place, I grabbed Finnegans Wake from the shelf at the entrance.
Good. Let that fucker suffer, I said

“We went there to serve God, and also to get rich."

>>6541324
When context is presented, it's not really a problem; in this situation, however, the phrase was presented as a complete, standalone sentence, and then defended as a complete, standalone sentence. It's not. Something is missing for both grammatical correctness and comprehension. Also, "but" and "and" don't create dependent clauses, they link independent clauses. You should really brush up on the most basic elements of English grammar.

In the beginning there was the Word and the Word was God and the Word was in God. Everything became of it and nothing was without it and it came to live with us.
From memory

>>6541391
You could replace "though" with "and" or "but", and you'd have the same thing.

And I never claimed anything about "but" or "and" creating dependent clauses, I merely suggested that your autism causes you to become upset very easily.

"And so it was the end of childhood, of games, of all such things"

>>6541428
>>6541391
Let me put this stupid argument to rest: that was in fact a fragment from a larger sentence.
I just typed the part I remembered.

Here's the complete thing:

"Rhyce was the only person in the room close to reaching climax that night, though his vigor and noise belied the solitary nature of his efforts."

>>6541471
>Rhyce was the only person in the room close to reaching climax that night, though his vigor and noise belied the solitary nature of his efforts."
Let me be the first to say: lol.

>>6539186
The eye is the first circle, the horizon with which is forms is the second, and throughout nature this primary of forms is repeated without end.

Coitus is the parody of crime.

>>6541471
>though his vigor and noise belied the solitary nature of his efforts.

see the child

>>6539251
tl;dr?

In this moment, I am euphoric. Not because of any phony god’s blessing. But because, I am enlightened by my intelligence

I. Asimov

>>6541428

>You could replace "though" with "and" or "but", and you'd have the same thing
not quite, think about it like this:

"And/but his vigor and noise belied the solitary nature of his efforts"-> implies something before it

"Though his vigor and noise belied the solitary nature of his efforts"-> something could go after it as well

Though is an all purpose conjunction, whereas and and but are just for linking two dependent clauses together

>>6539794
No one her agrees with you.

>>6541507
Where is that first one from?

Might makes right.

>>6539188

kek

>>6541786
circles, an essay by Emerson

"Sunset found her squatting in the grass, groaning. Every stool was looser than the one before, and smelled fouler. By the time the moon came up she was shitting brown water. The more she drank, the more she shat, but the more she shat, the thirstier she grew, and her thirst sent her crawling to the stream to suck up more water."

I drive.

not the best, but i wasn't expecting this from some fucking old common-sense book

>No matter what appetite, what habit, what passion has gained the mastery, we are slaves. The important thing is to keep out of slavery, or break the bonds and regain freedom.

discussing overeating
fucking sublime

>>6541922
Jesus.

He turned from the sight of human ignorance and human fate and the sea eating the ground we stand on, which, had he been able to contemplate it fixedly might have led to something; and found consolation in trifles so slight compared with the august theme just now before him that he was disposed to slur that comfort over, to deprecate it, as if to be caught happy in a world of misery was for an honest man the most despicable of crimes.

>>6539186
horny housewife number 1 reached for her terrorist manual

Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing
Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch
Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch
Smokes in the sun-thaw; whether the eave-drops fall
Heard only in the trances of the blast,
Or if the secret ministry of frost
Shall hang them up in silent icicles,
Quietly shining to the quiet Moon.

>>6540317
>DOWN WITH THE FEDORA MEME
*tips fedora* You are correct sir, this hat is only for gentleman!

>>6540140
I've been coming on 4chan for roughly three years and I've never seen anyone quote their own post

I fought down the sudden urge to laugh. My Siaru wasn't perfect, but I was fairly certain Kilven had said, Shit in God's Beard. --Kvothe

I am not doing this because I feel I have nothing left to live for. I am doing this because I feel I have nothing left to live.

>>6539186
goodnight sweet prince/ and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest

Was there a voice that whispered in his ear that he had just passed the most solemn moment of his destiny, that there was no longer a middle course for him; that from now on, he would either be the best of men or he would be the worst of men; that he now had to rise higher, so to speak, than the bishop or fall even lower than the galley slave; that if he wanted to be good, he had to be an angel; that if he wanted to stay bad, he had to be a monster from hell?

>>6542302

"This convict, this desperado, whom I pursued to the point of persecution, and who had me under his foot, and could have taken his revenge, and who should have done, every bit as much out of resentment as for his security, in granting me my life, in sparing me, what did he do? His duty? No. Something more.

And me, in sparing him in turn, what did I do? My duty? No. Something more. So there is something more than duty?" This is where he became alarmed.

IF IT BE A CRIME WORTHY OF THE PRISON TO PROCURE AN INMATE FOR A VICE RESORT, IS IT A SURE PROOF OF PUBLIC AND PRIVATE VIRTUE THAT VICE RESORTS COVER SQUARE MILES OF THIS CITY AND THE CITY GOVERNMENT "REGULATES" THEM?

i like historical caps lock moments

"His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead."

>>6539969
>>6541261

What got me is that the only thing Cpt. White can respond to that scene with is simply "oh my god"

"Chigurh shot him in the face. Everything that Wells had ever known or thought or loved drained slowly down the wall behind him"


two sentences, but you only need the first one for context

>>6539186
“She wanted to eat my heart and be lost in the desert with what she'd done, she wanted to fall on her knees and give birth from it, she wanted to hurt me as only a child can be hurt by its mother.”

>>6539186
“English words are like prisms. Empty, nothing inside, and still they make rainbows.”

>>6541316
that last one really struck me too

>>6539186
I been away a long time.
-One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest

"I denounced the man who had given me shelter -- I am Vincent Moon. Now despise me!"


Then shall the King say unto them on his right hand, Come, ye blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world:

35 For I was an hungred, and ye gave me meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me in:

36 Naked, and ye clothed me: I was sick, and ye visited me: I was in prison, and ye came unto me.

37 Then shall the righteous answer him, saying, Lord, when saw we thee an hungred, and fed thee? or thirsty, and gave thee drink?

38 When saw we thee a stranger, and took thee in? or naked, and clothed thee?

39 Or when saw we thee sick, or in prison, and came unto thee?

40 And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.

nothing new under the sun

>>6542806
the whole first section of Ecclesiastes is beautiful

>>6542806
i kinda like it as 'sub solis nova niihil' due to the alliteration

>>6542806
My ribcage tightens and I get a little light-headed whenever I read this mainly because I know it's true.
If I am ever to get a tattoo, I am going to get this passage across the soles of my feet.

>>6541922
how many times do you think he has masturbated while writing?

>>6542903
swallow my sperm you simpering snob

>>6542903
I don't think that's the correct grammar. Am I wrong?

>>6542938
as long as the grammatical inflections agree the words technically can go anywhere. Though maybe it is usually seen as Sub Solid Nihil Nova

>>6542921
Don't drizzle a drop onto my delicate dentures

>>6542955
>'sub solis nova nihil
but as it turns out solus is meant to be in abalative singular, sole, and nova is meant to be in nominative singular novus

>>6542955
linger less over latinate loftiness, lad, lest i lunge unlubricated

It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.

>>6543011
>The hero we deserve

>>6539251
utter garbage

>>6542895
is ecclesiastes from the bible or something? i'm reading some of it and it's amazing, never heard of it though

"She farted in my mouth and then I farted in her mouth, and we both farted smellily and then I shit on the bed. Regards."

>>6539251
Is this Kafka?

>>6539953
How does it feel admiring the passions of a pedophile?

I really like this one
"If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same."

Again you show yourselves, you wavering Forms,
Revealed, as you once were, to clouded vision.
Shall I attempt to hold you fast once more?
Heart’s willing still to suffer that illusion?
You crowd so near! Well then, you shall endure, 5
And rouse me, from your mist
and cloud’s confusion:
My spirit feels so young again: it’s shaken
By magic breezes that
your breathings waken.
You bring with you the sight of joyful days,
And many a loved shade rise
s to the eye: 10
And like some other ha
lf-forgotten phrase,
First Love returns, and
Friendship too is nigh:
Pain is renewed, and
sorrow: all the ways,
Life wanders in its labyrinthine flight,
Naming the good, those that Fate has robbed 15
Of lovely hours, those slipped from me and lost.
They can no longer hear this latest song,
Spirits, to whom I gave my early singing:
That kindly crowd itself is now long gone,
Alas, it dies away, that first loud ringing! 20
I bring my verses to the unknown throng,
My heart’s made anxious even by their clapping,
And those besides delighted by my verse,
If they still live, are sca
ttered through the Earth.
I feel a long and unresolved desire 25
For that serene and solemn land of ghosts:
It quivers now, like an Aeolian lyre,
My stuttering verse, with its uncertain notes,
A shudder takes me: tear on tear, entire,
The firm heart feels weaken
ed and remote: 30
What I possess seems far away from me,
And what is gone
becomes reality.

>>6542914
I'd advise against tattoos.

"It was Frederick's understanding that that prisoners had a story: that each night for months, at nine precisely, a light had burned in a window on the town, where the men on one cell block's upper tier could see it and wonder, and imagine, each one, that it shone for him alone. But that was just a story, something that people tell themselves, something to pass the time it takes for the violence inside a man to wear him away, or to be consumed itself, depending on who is the candle and who is the light."

One of my favorites from Denis Johnson's Angels.

>>6543153
thanks gran

>>6543143
>sentence

what are you doing?

"Please stop writing me, I have enough problems."

>>6543160
read train dreams, loved it. read portions of jesus' son. thats good too. shame i never heard of him until my professor mentioned his one book.

>>6543299
Train Dreams is genius. I really love Jesus' Son as well. If you are looking for more, Angels is great and The Name of the World is also quite good. I like all of his writing, but those were the stand out titles for me. I still haven't made it all the way through Tree of Smoke. He's definitely one of my all time favorite writers though.

>>6543289
Where is this from?

Considerate la vostra semenza:
fatti non foste a viver come bruti,
ma per seguir virtute e canoscenza

'Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man’s heart, and the fall through the air of a true, wise friend called Piggy.'
I always this sentence was timed perfectly. But I'm not sure what I mean.

>>6543488
my life

Now the morning sun is high enough to touch the uppermost fifty stories of Urban Monad 116. Soon the building's entire eastern face will glitter like the bosom of the sea at daybreak. Thousands of windows, activated by the dawn's early photons, deopaque. Sleepers stir. Life goes on. God bless! Here begins another happy day.

>>6540078
The Gospel of John: chapter 1, verse 1

>>6540140
>>6542018
Yeah wait wtf how did he do that?
Did anon just predict his own post number?
If so, why didn't he wait for dubs?

>>6540445
source?

>>6540456
one of the only books I've aesthetically moaned at
hng

>>6540308
>Ulysses

>On his wise shoulders through the checkerwork of leaves the sun flung spangles, dancing coins.

"Among the faithless, faithful only he"
My nigga Abdiel

>>6541316
source on last?

>>6542484
good one

>>6543067
>never heard of it
what
but yes it's from the bible mate
one of the best books in there

>>6540458
Delillo 420 blaze it faggot

>>6542405
>the dead

my nigga

Her eyes are like two candles when you watch them gutter down into the sockets of iron candle-sticks.

"Sin embargo, antes de llegar al verso final ya había comprendido que no saldría jamás de ese cuarto, pues estaba previsto que la ciudad de los espejos (o los espejismos) sería arrasada por el viento y desterrada de la memoria de los hombres en el instante en que Aureliano Babilonia acabara de descifrar los pergaminos, y que todo lo escrito en ellos era irrepetible desde siempre y para
siempre porque las estirpes condenadas a cien años de soledad no tenían una segunda
oportunidad sobre la tierra."

>>6539916
Silmarillion is so fucking good

>>6545204
Spoken word poetry from the first Godspeed album

>>6539267

What's this from?

>>6539186
This is what you're losing on being americans:

>lo maggior corno della fiamma antica s'iniziò a crollarsi mormorando
>longtemps, je me suis couché de bonne heur
>m'illumino d'immenso.
>e la sventurata risposte.

>>6540212
I don't get the yeses or why this is good

“From me you want to know the way?”“Yes,” I said, “since I cannot find it myself.”“Give it up! Give it up,”
Its more than one sentence but the last line changed something in me. I know it does not seem that special but it is to me.
> Kafka - Give it up

>>6541316
the car's on fire
and there's no driver
at
the
wheel
and the sewers
are all muddied
with a thousand
lonely
suicides, and a
dark wind
blows

-Charles Bukowski

'But you don't need anything. You have everything,' I tell him.
Rip looks at me. 'No I don't.'
'What?'
'No I don't.'
There's a pause and then I ask, 'Oh, shit, Rip, What don't you have?'
'I don't have anything to loose.'


Yeah, I know, it's BEE. I still like that part.

The first thing I remember is being under something. It was a table, I
saw a table leg, I saw the legs of the people, and a portion of the
tablecloth hanging down. It was dark under there, I liked being under there.
It must have been in Germany. I must have been between one and two years
old. It was 1922. I felt good under the table. Nobody seemed to know that I
was there. There was sunlight upon the rug and on the legs of the people. I
liked the sunlight. The legs of the people were not interesting, not like
the tablecloth which hung down, not like the table leg, not like the
sunlight.
Then there is nothing . . . then a Christmas tree. Candles. Bird
ornaments: birds with small berry branches in their beaks. A star. Two large
people fighting, screaming. People eating, always people eating. I ate too.
My spoon was bent so that if I wanted to eat I had to pick the spoon up with
my right hand. If I picked it up with my left hand, the spoon bent away from
my mouth. I wanted to pick the spoon up with my left hand.
Two people: one larger with curly hair, a big nose, a big mouth, much
eyebrow; the larger person always seeming to be angry, often screaming; the
smaller person quiet, round of face, paler, with large eyes. I was afraid of
both of them. Sometimes there was a third, a fat one who wore dresses with
lace at the throat. She wore a large brooch, and had many warts on her face
with little hairs growing out of them. "Emily," they called her. These
people didn't seem happy together. Emily was the grandmother, my father's
mother. My father's name was "Henry." My mother's name was "Katherine." I
never spoke to them by name. I was
"Henry, Jr." These people spoke German most of the time and in the
beginning I did too.
The first thing I remember my grandmother saying was, "I will bury
all of you!" She said this the first time just before we began eating
a meal, and she was to say it many times after that, just before we began to
eat. Eating seemed very important. We ate mashed potatoes and gravy,
especially on Sundays. We also ate roast beef, knockwurst and sauerkraut,
green peas, rhubarb, carrots, spinach, string beans, chicken, meatballs and
spaghetti, sometimes mixed with ravioli; there were boiled onions,
asparagus, and every Sunday there was strawberry shortcake with vanilla ice
cream. For breakfasts we had french toast and sausages, or there were
hotcakes or waffles with bacon and scrambled eggs on the side. And there was
always coffee. But what I remember best is all the mashed potatoes and gravy
and my grandmother, Emily, saying, "I will bury all of you!"

>>6545720
I just read this story and either it's utter bullocks or I don't get it. The policeman doesn't show him the way, what's the big deal

>>6545645
he surpassed nietzsche as the ultimate yes-sayer

even to the point of accepting the real, and loving his lover's farts

Since we were talking about Ecclesiastes earlier, this is one of my favorite passages since it kinda resonates with me:

>"Whoever loves money never has enough; whoever loves wealth is never satisfied with their income. This too is meaningless."

>>6543184

>not heeding Leviticus

Disgusting

“That everything is on fire, slow fire, and we're all less than a million breaths away from an oblivion more total than we can even bring ourselves to even try to imagine...” - The Fault in Our Stars

>>6539267
ever heard of a dot you fucking illiterate tard

>>6545822
fuck off you inartistic fag

>>6545819
it's The Pale King
great shitpost

>>6540322
>The final line, right?
Yes.

>Am I right in thinking that her mountain flower is her pussy and she wann sum fuk?
Yes.

>>6543082
kek

>>6545565
I'd guess one of Woolf's essays

Alexander returneth to dust, the dust is earth, of earth we make loam—and why of that loam, whereto he was converted, might they not stop a beer barrel?

>>6539186
>With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run

from keats' to autumn

>>6544942
How pretentious.

Thunder splits the rift where the sun floods in.

I hope you know I pack a chainsaw (chainsaw)
And skin your ass raw (ass raw)

Wardine be cry.

>>6546416
Generic shit
5/10 for otherwise decent imagery

Two of the waiters kneel on deck lapping at the juicy genitals of a blonde in a wine velvet frock, who meantime is licking ardently the tall and shiny French heels of an elderly lady in lemon organza busy fastening felt-lined silver manacles to the wrists of her escort, a major of the Yugoslav artillery in dress uniform, who kneels with nose and tongue well between the bruised buttocks of a long-legged ballerina from Paris, holding up her silk skirt for him with docile fingertips while her companion, a tall Swiss divorcée in tight-laced leather corselette and Black Russian boots, undos the the top of her friend’s gown and skillfully begins to lash at her bared breasts with the stems of half a dozen roses, red as the beads of blood which spring up and soon are shaking off the ends of her stiff nipples to splash into the eager mouth of another Wend who’s being jerked off by a retired Dutch banker sitting on the deck, shoes and socks just removed by two adorable schoolgirls, twin sisters in fact, in identical dresses of flowered voile, with each of the banker’s big toes inserted now into a downy little furrow as they lie forward along his legs kissing his shaggy stomach, pretty little twin bottoms arched to receive in their anal openings the cocks of the two waiters who have but lately been, if you recall, eating that juicy blonde in that velvet dress back down the Oder River a ways….

>>6539186

Call me Ishmael .

>It was a novelty in the way of excursions - its like had not been thought of before, and it compelled that interest which attractive novelties always command. It was to be a picnic on a gigantic scale.

Had me laughing forever.

The Innocents Abroad by Twain.

>>6539716
how can this be true when the bird is the word

>>6541642
I do.

Fuck McCarthy. Oprah tier no punctuation cunt.

You all do know this mantle: I remember
The first time ever Caesar put it on;
'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent,
That day he overcame the Nervii:
Look, in this place ran Cassius' dagger through:
See what a rent the envious Casca made:
Through this the well-beloved Brutus stabb'd;
And as he pluck'd his cursed steel away,
Mark how the blood of Caesar follow'd it,
As rushing out of doors, to be resolved
If Brutus so unkindly knock'd, or no;
For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel:
Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him!

>>6543136
How does it feel being ruled by spooks?

Maman died today.

It's so young,
It totters when she licks it with her tounge.

>>6540124
Lovely. I guess it's time to read Don Quixote.

>>6546354
I'm not kidding. It was from a letter I got. A girl told me to leave her alone. This sentence stuck with me because it show the perception that I myself don't see - I am a burden to the people I talk to. This wasn't the first time this happened but this was the first time someone told me this so frankly.

>>6545565
'A Sudden Walk' by Kafka. The story consists of this sentence and one other.

>>6539186
No one looked at her,
nor did Aminadab appear;
the siege was still;
and the cavalry,
at the sight of the waters, descended

>>6547801
whats the other sentence?

>>6545725
> implying you read that
> implying you didn't just hear it from Dead Flag Blues

Stephen Crane - "The Open Boat"

A man said to the Universe, "Sir, I exist."
"Yes, replied the Universe, but this has not created in me any sense of obligation"

>>6542914
>My ribcage tightens and I get a little light-headed whenever I read this mainly because I know it's true.
How is it true? There's something new under the sun every day. You're using the internet. This shit's so new compared to a century ago that you should be in awe of living among all this first time unique special newness on the brink of an unpredictable future that will bring even more fascinating newness.

"There's nothing new under the sun" may have rang true to some isolated old desert Jew without a proper sense of history than hadn't seen any interesting changes in his short lifetime and couldn't remember his dad telling of them either, but to take on such an attitude in an age where you're constantly aware of the glorious feverish movement towards the unknown is just unwarranted cynicism.

>>6547906
>the existential message of ecclesiastes is wrong because of our internet memes!

Martine, je ne sais pas ce que tu as mis sur les patates mais ça ne pousse pas du tout.

Not necessarily best, but damn.

In the midst of the personified impersonal, a personality stands here. Though but a point at best; whencesoe'er I came; wheresoe'er I go; yet while I earthly live, the queenly personality lives in me, and feels her royal rights.

>>6547918
It kind of does, doesn't it.. am highly in favor of Ecclesiastes, I just love that ornery old fucker; but yes. However I'm not the other guy, and as I think on it there perhaps isn't much that is truly novel - perhaps there have even been very advanced societies with tech just like ours, under the sun, but that's pretty wild speculation wouldn't you agree?

>>6547906
Actually, I'm gonna change course one more time and posit that "nothing new under the sun" is to be taken multi-dimensionally and is about information. The more I think on it I feel it's thoroughly grounded in the numinous nature of existence, of the limited scope of the human and that reality is stranger than we can think. God is the Sun Absolute in many teachings, perhaps also to the old Jews, if so the saying may be taken to mean that htere is nothing new under it, god.

10 Is there any thing whereof it may be said, See, this is new? it hath been already of old time, which was before us.

11 There is no remembrance of former things; neither shall there be any remembrance of things that are to come with those that shall come after.

<3

>>6540140

R u a Godel?

>>6547835
All this is still heightened if at such a late hour in the evening you look up a friend to see how he is getting on.

>>6547918
>worldweariness is right because I identify with it

>>6547984
Not sure what you're trying to say with this tbh. How is there nothing new under the sun/God/in general?

>>6547853
>implying Bukowski wrote that
rused

>>6547906
We lived in a contained universe, and everything on this planet, including computers, is made up of minuscule matter that has been waiting under the sun since the existence of time.

>>6548038
If existence is taken to be as a spiritual exercise, a simulation, or something like that, it would hold true most likely since there'd be a lack of significant limiting factors to novely. If we life in a multi-dimensional world approaching infinity, it could be true. It could even be true that we have not yet achieved anything novel even on the face of this very planet if there's been advanced civilizations prior to us and we simply don't know about them, don't "remember" as the old guy put it.

In any case human nature does not seem to exhibit very great variety and even if our tech is the first instance of it on this planet, surely similar technology exist on others. Not exactly the same, but in essence significantly the same, one might presume. The more I think on it the more it feels like the statement is to be taken as generally true, very significant, but not completely pedantically "true", somehow.
Perhaps there's something in the words I'm missing, I feel I need to look into what the word 'new' and 'nothing' actually meant to him to truly understand what he was trying to say. Anyway I hope I managed to explain myself a little better.

>>6548085
Get a load of this guy

> hur hur i was only pretending to be retarded, ITROLU

>>6540249
and yet you choose one of the shittier sentences

>>6540456
he thinks he's Joyce, the hack

>>6541068
fucking hell thats nice

>>6542405
>the dead
>joyce's best
nope

From definition 4 and theorem 1 the notion of structural semilattice emerges
as important to characterise semimodules over an idempotent semifield.

>>6542963
sub sole est nihil novus for that sweet chisamus

>>6539186
purpureus veluti cum flos succisus aratro 435

languescit moriens lassove papavera collo

demisere caput, pluvia cum forte gravantur.

>>6548207
I think the sentence is great, never said it was his best work all together.

>>6548224

what's the most poetic translation of this?

εὖ γὰρ ἐγὼ τόδε οἶδα kατὰ φρένα kαὶ kατὰ θυμόν·
ἔσσεται ἦμαρ ὅτ' ἄν ποτ' ὀλώλῃ Ἴλιος ἱρὴ
kαὶ Πρίαμος kαὶ λαὸς ἐϋμμελίω Πριάμοιο.

>>6539722
yes

Soles occidere et redire possunt;
Nobis, cum semel occidit breuis lux,
Nox est perpetua una dormienda.

>>6539186
She looked me dead in the eyes and muttered only a few words with her soft, gentle lips. "I can't wait to buttcuck a horse." I then castrated myself with a PC-fan.

>>6543289
That gets deep as fuck if you imagine the words/story being written are speaking that.