/lit/ - Literature

[Anonymous No.20485473]

can someone pls dumb it down?

[Anonymous No.20485841]

>>20485473
>I struggle, to no avail. I give in, resign. Will I fall to mediocrity? What greater pain awaits?

[Anonymous No.20486099]

Wtf I love english now

[Anonymous No.20486515]

>>20485473
fuck this job, fuck money, fuck chasing an idealistic future, fuck my dream house, my back hurts, I'm out. also I masturbate thinking of James Joyce

[Anonymous No.20487110]

[Anonymous No.20487144]

>>20485473
babby's first prose

[Anonymous No.20487552]

>>20485473
No

[Anonymous No.20487819]

It’s mostly gibberish

[Anonymous No.20488110]

Unironically kino bit of writing there. Some jealous people in this thread for sure kek.

[Anonymous No.20488772]

>shoddy craft
"piece of shit"
>as a cheap house i lean
self-explanatory. "i lean like a bad house."
>the future as I envision is unattainable, unobtainable.
"I keep imagining an ideal version of the future but I don't know if I'll ever actually live that life."
>it's my buckwild horse which will not be ridden. thwarts all attempt with buck after buck after buck after buck after roll after leap after buck after buck.
"I'm trying to build the life I want but it's like trying to break the most stubborn horse known to man. it just won't let me tame it, no matter what I do."
>to my dismay it will not be ridden and I pursue nought.
"fuck it I give up."
>I digest its heed
"alright alright I get the hint"
>point a hoof longway
"I go where it wants me to go"
>mired, divided, struck, longsuffering, devoid, and reminded: there isn't length left.
"I'm at the end of my fucking rope I swear to God"
>cheap as I am, I tire of stress and sway aghast, against minimal influence.
"I'm weak. years of exhaustion have left me weak."
>cheap as I am; I lay on tattered bedrock and lean wayward
"maybe I'm just a weak person. maybe I'm weak on a foundational level."
>I take my horse's hint and I go to become what it will become
"I just go with the flow and stop fighting the universe now." or "I give up." ambiguous.
>cuntsmashed
lol
>and laying inward,
"hunched over"
>onward I go depending frailty
"idk I might be able to keep going at some point if I ever feel strong enough again, but I don't know when that point will come"
>what worse fates bely my basement's basement than mediocrity?
I can't decide what the basement's basement is. inner core? subconscious? childhood? the foundation on which the narrator's foundation lies. I don't know exactly what that means.
>my basement's basement hoards confounding visions of lingual drought, drenched in silence
"I'm so fucking upset I can't speak. I can't even choose the words I want to say"
>wholly ephemeral in nature
"I keep losing track of my thoughts / what I mean to say"
>what worse fates than nothing bely my jointed trusses?
"oh god what's going to happen to me?"
>the overt formal?
"am I doomed to a life of sickening, stuffy office work?"
>nerve damages,
I'm assuming this is a reference to physical labor, so the narrator is teetering between office work and hard labor?
>roudy houseguests
...idk, rapists?
>housefires all-consuming?
I'm kinda lost here. maybe 'housefires' refers to a sense of burning rage? or depression? forgetting? could be a dementia thing?
>further damage?
this strengthens the physical labor theory
(cont)

[Anonymous No.20488779]

>>20488772
>what worse fates bely the ribcage radiator,
I'm assuming the "ribcage radiator" is the heart? or the narrator is comparing the ribcage itself to a radiator, given they have similar structures. repeating slats.
>the agent of motif?
no fucking clue
>what worse fates will the future present?
self-explanatory
>that horse will buck no longer
"I'm not doing this shit no more"
>his is stable singed and assigned to nowhere
"...I burned his house to the ground"
>I lean as a bad house, I've been flung to a mile and back, how having landed on my neck wrecks
"my body's all fucked up from years of this"
>I tire of landing stop my spine
"and I'm sick of it."
>I tire of the erratas of movement
"I'm sick of making the wrong choices" / "I'm sick of getting hurt"
>I tire of unknowing
self-explanatory
>what worse* fates bely my genetic code?
"I wonder if I'm going to get arthritis"
>what worse fates bless my bricks and plaster?
more genetic code talk
>what new territories will see my porch?
"where will life take me?"
>what worse fates will my house bring?
"what's going to happen to me, because of me?"

basically anon is thinking of quitting or some big transition away from whatever they're doing now because they're too weak to continue and wondering if their weakness was caused by their repeatedly having done that thing or if they're just a fundamentally weak person. and they're wondering if quitting will make them weaker.