/lit/ - Literature

literally who

>>8576725
literary who

>>8576719

superior pic.

>>8577944
It's cool that Wolfe and Ellison get along, I always thought Wolfe was the type of guy Ellison would irrationally hate on.

>>8577935
Is that Cy Tolliver, middle right?

Céline

Rimbaud, the first standing from the left

>>8578473

Ukrainian writers

Pic rel is Andre Gide.

>>8578596

>>8577935
None of them wants to be there lmao

cocaine Lenin meme man

>>8578546

>>8578738
God we're a spooky hive mind

>>8576719
Chekhov was a shit writer and pales in comparison to what theatre is now.

>>8578754
He pales in comparison to shit?

>>8578754
what would you recommend

Rare and UNEDITED picture coming through: Osamu Dazai has, in fact, smiled at least once in his life.

>>8578510
>Muh Eternal Icecream

>>8576719
>name a more iconic trio, i'll wait

Orwell at the back

Eliot and Woolf just hanging out.

>>8578510
that's a nice pic he's just enjoying his ice cream please be nice

>>8577935
Goddam Tolstoy is such a badass.

Marquez after being punched by Llosa

>>8579062
Why did he punch him?

>>8578596
>>8578597
What I find really strange is how Stalin's top button was undone. Guy must have been hungover that day

Sartre smoking cigars with Che Guevara

>>8579071
Neither had spoken as to why, but it happened at a movie theatre and people speculate that it was over either a woman or politics.

>>8579062
she fuxking 360 ellbowed that fool

>>8579040
>38 Burleigh Mansions, St Martins Lane, London W.C.2.
27 August 1924

My dear Virginia,
Forgive the unconscionable delay in answering your charming letter and invitation. I have been boiled in a hell-broth, and on Saturday journeyed to Liverpool to place my mother in her transatlantic, with the confusion and scurry usual on such occasions, and the usual narrow escape from being carried off to America (or at least to Cobh) myself. In the tumult on the dock an impetuous lady of middle age, ‘seeing off’ a relative going to make his fortune in the New World, by way of the Steerage) stuck her umbrella in my eye, which is Black. I should love to visit you, seriously: the Prince of Bores to refresh his reputation: but the only pleasure that I can now permit myself is, that should I come to Eastbourne (which is doubtful) we might visit you by dromedary for tea: if I leave London at all I am most unlikely to get done all the things that I ought to do (such as my 1923 Income Tax Return) and certainly not any of the things that you want me to do. I have done absolutely nothing for six weeks. One thing is certain: I MUST stay in London, where Vivien will be, after this week, is uncertain. But
When do you want to publish my defective compositions?
When do you want the MSS?
I should like at least to provide a short preface, which might take two or three nights’ work, and make a few alterations in the text to remove the more patent evidences of periodical publication. These three essays are not very good (the one on Dryden is the best) but I cannot offer you my ‘Reactionary’s Encheiridion’ or my ‘By Sleeping-Car to Rome: A Note on Church Reunion’ because they will not be ready in time. But you shall see for yourself, as soon as you wish, whether you think these three papers good enough to reprint.
But what about a FRAGMENT of an Unpublished Novel from you to me? One exists most of the time in morose discontent with the sort of work that one does oneself, and wastes vain envy on all others: the worst of it is that nobody will believe one. But no one regrets more that these moods should occur to Mrs. Woolf (of all people) than
Yr. devoted servt.
Thos. Eliot

>>8579040
38 Burleigh Mansions, St Martins Lane, London W.C.2.
27 August 1924

My dear Virginia,
Forgive the unconscionable delay in answering your charming letter and invitation. I have been boiled in a hell-broth, and on Saturday journeyed to Liverpool to place my mother in her transatlantic, with the confusion and scurry usual on such occasions, and the usual narrow escape from being carried off to America (or at least to Cobh) myself. In the tumult on the dock an impetuous lady of middle age, ‘seeing off’ a relative going to make his fortune in the New World, by way of the Steerage) stuck her umbrella in my eye, which is Black. I should love to visit you, seriously: the Prince of Bores to refresh his reputation: but the only pleasure that I can now permit myself is, that should I come to Eastbourne (which is doubtful) we might visit you by dromedary for tea: if I leave London at all I am most unlikely to get done all the things that I ought to do (such as my 1923 Income Tax Return) and certainly not any of the things that you want me to do. I have done absolutely nothing for six weeks. One thing is certain: I MUST stay in London, where Vivien will be, after this week, is uncertain. But
When do you want to publish my defective compositions?
When do you want the MSS?
I should like at least to provide a short preface, which might take two or three nights’ work, and make a few alterations in the text to remove the more patent evidences of periodical publication. These three essays are not very good (the one on Dryden is the best) but I cannot offer you my ‘Reactionary’s Encheiridion’ or my ‘By Sleeping-Car to Rome: A Note on Church Reunion’ because they will not be ready in time. But you shall see for yourself, as soon as you wish, whether you think these three papers good enough to reprint.
But what about a FRAGMENT of an Unpublished Novel from you to me? One exists most of the time in morose discontent with the sort of work that one does oneself, and wastes vain envy on all others: the worst of it is that nobody will believe one. But no one regrets more that these moods should occur to Mrs. Woolf (of all people) than
Yr. devoted servt.
Thos. Eliot

>>8579254
TL;DR: want sum fuk?

>>8579095
Che looks like he is always cosplaying

>>8578779
Does anyone have the original of this for comparison?

>>8578546
>19th Century hip-hop album cover

>>8578546
please name them i really liked gogol and bulgakov

>>8579040
That poor sonofabitch was handsome, he could've been getting ladies left and right if he tried -- unless he had the tiny weenie, alas...

>>8579062
https://www.theguardian.com/books/booksblog/2007/mar/13/feudsensationwhyvargosllos

>>8579095

>tfw you thought that existentialism was going to be this new hip European trend, but it turns out to be just hanging around two old French paedos all day on your speedboat

Are there any pictures of writers having intercourse?

>>8580558
>Gogol and Bulgakov
>ukrainian authors

It's like saying Albert Camu is an african writer

>>8582334
He is from Marocco
Marocco is in Africa
He is from Africa

>>8582349
Algeria actually.

>>8576719
why does it look like shit? they looked photoshopped in.

>>8577935
Why does Jack Black always have to make that stupid face?

>>8576719
>>8578546
>tfw you will never get published, travel and meet like-minded writers and form lasting friendships with the people who make a profound difference in your life

>tfw you will never have a friendship like ernest hemingway, james joyce and f scott fitzgerald

>tfw no one will found a publishing house in your honour after your death to save your memory from being financially prostituted by kikes

Why even live

>>8576719
>Here's Chekhov, Gorky and Tolstoy

Eh-hem. Try again OP. That would be Poe, Whitman and Melville

>>8582010
There's that picture of Nietzsche with his dick out with the rest of his ménage à trois.