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Do contemporary niggas still be writing epic poetry??

>> No.7501635

>>7501634
my diary desu

>> No.7501637
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7501637

yup they do be

>> No.7501645

>>7501637
The Changing Light at Sandover by James Merrill is another example.

>> No.7501650

>>7501637
yoooo

> and the white surf as it crashes and spreads its sibilant collar on a lace shore

fuck man have you read this? is it any good?

>> No.7501676

>>7501650
yeah i read it p great but difficult as shit which is why its probably not more widely read

>> No.7501699

>>7501634
Aniara - en epic science fiction poem

>> No.7501761

>>7501637
>>7501699
interesting

>> No.7501822

We only write epic pastas now

To shitpost, or not to shitpost- that is the question:
Whether 'tis danker in the chan to suffer
The bans and filters of mods who do it for free
Or to take memes against a sea of serious discussion,
And by opposing end them. To get banned-to leave the chans-
No more; and by a ban to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural cancers
That meme is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To get banned- to leave the chans.
To leave the chans- perchance to get a gf: ayy, there's the rub!
For in that lack of memes what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this memetic coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of being an oldfag.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of SJWs,
Th' /pol/acks wrong, the proud anon's contumely,
The pangs of >tfw no gf, the mod's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That dank memes merit of th' newfag takes,
When he himself might his gf find
With a bare shutdown? Who would this cancer bear,
To feelpost and consider suicide under a weary life,
But that the dread of something in real life-
The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn
No anon returns- puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those feels we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus autism does make betas of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of asociality,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And filter the tripcode of action.