/lit/ - Literature

>>7045306
Currently at the start of my junior year, doing a double in History & English; there is some circle-jerking that goes on where people think they can speak from a higher position because they wrote a ten-page paper on Islamic art, but I don't think it's as bad as some of the shit that goes on even in the philosophy department at my own university.

Thankfully enrollment is pretty low at my school, so I can just read philosophy in my own time and drop by and have a good 1-on-1 discussion with a prof.

There's perks to it I guess, being a wallflower and all.

-H.C.

The cranked-to-11 misunderstanding of Natural Selection and Evolution that comes with a Christian education in America, violent pornography, the metafictional aspects of our technological lives, and ASMR.

Hoping to have something at least 25 pages to submit to Iowa. St. MFA program.

>>6986806
What do you think of it? I'm going to apply to do an MFA there

>>6977750
with you on crepuscular

Jovial
Bereft
Succinct

This won't be popular but I think Fox is a highly underrated word.

>>6972831
whew, I'm in the top 50% of philosophers and poets

>>6963498
Thanks. Did you guys think it was alright?

She was talking.

And I'm thinking at the end.

>>6952139
Here he is, minimizing windows and opening false ones, learning and planning. It’s funny how there aren’t any deep rabbit holes, just ones in the places you wouldn’t usually look, the interconnected sewers of our global village. You can find your people now, anywhere. There is no suppression of untraditional thought. Churches to the sacrilegious theory and built by crepuscular handymen...a brick here, a parabolic frame there, brought in by a nameless wanderer in the Scandinavian midnight, the internet in real time!
(This might just be how ideas and concepts are misinterpreted, a comma above a period is all of the sudden an unauthorized exclamation of the text, like seeing walls of text from bricks of Bible-thin paper in the used Philosophy section and thinking, Jesus, did no one ever have the tact to tell this sumbitch to get to his point? Did no one hold these arched entries to the reality of the everyday x and y?)

Its a solipsistic prison-cell imprint of the entire world in black and white, and if the cell is big enough, the prisoners are the prison guards of their own ideology, schizophrenic wolves crying boy.

And this is how the toothpick castle is built; first through some reverse-quixotic quest to explain the disturbing biological reactions to stumbling upon images of terrible things being done to desperate women, or those innocent and perhaps dumb, or just not yet women themselves.

>>6954125
Is there room for another mind?

>>6946913
Who are we waiting for again?

Honestly though OP, if anyone else feels like me, they probably read Godot once and then just said "fuck it." I need to give some of his other stuff a try.

>>6917861
Essentially how I feel. MENSA sounds neat, but it reminds me of Feynman's opinions about clubs for smart people.

>Pic related

>>6917051
Poincare Conjecture

Extra bonus round: The British English-Andalusian Spanish mixture of culture & language found in the non-sovereign city-state of Gibraltar, referred to as: Llanito

Now matter how right or wrong this thing feels, there is always the question, for him at least, how did I get here? Past Sunday mornings and Wednesday afternoons, past that first eternal hardon in the track bus, past twelve years of a Lutheran education, past youth leaders that always tried to connect with his body but never his mind...something was there, unaddressed, some minor key behind all of it.

Did Martin Luther mutter it to himself before his damnation at Wurms? “...a servant of your creation Lord, an agent of your Creation, Lord.”

But there really is something there for him, even now he realizes it, actively, he still tastes it on front and back of his tongue, some combination of mixed taste experience that we’ve collectively come to call “savory”. A good deed done for “the least of these” still creates something more concrete than blessing in him, or maybe blessing has a chemical name: the rush of molecules after a fulfilled altruistic deed, the final step of acceptance amongst staggering tragedy, the internal trade of human information, now removed, hopefully for a vicar, from the actual trade itself; a simulation of fulfilled instinct.

From this basement he found his harmonic natural seventh, his comforting wet black, his self-education. He found in it a hidden intention, the logical second coming of not Christ himself, but a symbol of his third resurrection from a tomb of the deleted failures of man.

>>6910021
I'll avoid critiquing the theme, because this is /lit/.

Try to avoid telling me thing that I'm already going to create in my mind.

>late in the afternoon, right before dawn
>quiet suburban houses
>lights of her room switched on, allowed me to see very clearly into it.

Be more creative with description, but don't get carried away
>I felt shame, anxiety, nervousness

I'll post a bit of a thing I'm working on, warn me if this is too much Tommy P


Now matter how right or wrong this thing feels, there is always the question, for him at least, how did I get here? Past Sunday mornings and Wednesday afternoons, past that first eternal hardon in the track bus, past twelve years of a Lutheran education, past youth leaders that always tried to connect with his body but never his mind...something was there, unaddressed, some minor key behind all of it.

Did Martin Luther mutter it to himself before his damnation at Wurms? “...a servant of your creation Lord, an agent of your Creation, Lord.”

But there really is something there for him, even now he realizes it, actively, he still tastes it on front and back of his tongue, some combination of mixed taste experience that we’ve collectively come to call “savory”. A good deed done for “the least of these” still creates something more concrete than blessing in him, or maybe blessing has a chemical name: the rush of molecules after a fulfilled altruistic deed, the final step of acceptance amongst staggering tragedy, the internal trade of human information, now removed, hopefully for a vicar, from the actual trade itself; a simulation of fulfilled instinct.

From this basement he found his harmonic natural seventh, his comforting wet black, his self-education of some hidden intention. He found in it a hidden intention, the logical second coming of not Christ himself, but a symbol of his third resurrection from a tomb of the deleted failures of man.

What did the NPR reviewer say about it? I generally trust FreshAir's opinion on big pop culture shit.

20

Intern at a major NA Energy Corp.

Be published in whatever field of writing I find the most success; have enough literary success to have a chat with Tommy P before he kicks the can.

>>6899032
Most of the stuff I've read by Annie Dillard is pretty much meditation on nature/being. Would recommend.

Sad to see literally no Barthelme or Saunders. I quite like both of them.
"Game" by Barthelme is pretty great imo.
"My Chivalric Fiasco" by George Saunders is hilariously well-written.

>>6822199
I’m in my car now, and I the first thing I do is not turn my brights on, because I would rather something slip its way into my steady lit path than popping out when I flick on the high beams, like your standard jump-horror. Dusk is past it’s bedtime and I’m not positive about my cardinal directions anymore, always seeing the endless rolling hills away from town as distinctively north, but yet I notice after driving awhile, the little alarm-clock N flicks on, flicking off it’s covers and yawning a yawn over wet dawn. I can’t say why I’m going north, past the highway onto more gravel, against the grain...the only reason I could come up with was that it had to have an end, some place not just to run away from, but to: my little asylum adventure to the Republic of Magnetic Borders (you should see their cavalry!)

>>6818216
Guessing it has something to do with that fact that Holden awakes assuming that he was about to be taken advantage of, because he knows exactly what it is to be in that position where you have the ability to take advantage of another.

But this is just shitposting.

>>6812310
I saw him in the square that day, my morning walk nearly done
I thought, how dare he point those eyes at me, be a man, point the gun
I then was stopped by something else, an acknowledgement that we had once been one
Because the man I who pointed the gun at me, was the man I call my son.

>>6807988
Falling Through It

Write the best flash fiction twist you can!

I was poking at my brother, because I wanted the toy. I wanted to play with it. My brother said no, and pulled it away. I hit him in the head, and my brother pulled his arm back, as if to slap me, hard. My mother stopped us, and brought me close.

Church was over and I wanted to go home. It was hot out, so hot out. I just wanted to play with all my friends.

I overheard a man speaking to my mother as I tugged on her loose sleeve. She said, “I don’t think—“

“They’re evil. They’re dogs. They’re killers. They hate us for who we are!”

My mother calmed the man, who was now breaking out into little afternoon beads of sweat.

“Not all of them are bad…there’s evil people everywhere. They simply lack the education.” My mother had been a teacher, always preaching the importance of teaching the less fortunate with support from religious texts.

“I’ve heard in their schools, they are simply pushed through, without much care for thought,”

The man broke in, “Yes! Yes! I know, I know…but it’s their fighters!”

My mother put a measured hand on his shoulder, “Some of them do not wish to fight.”

She was right, after all, the Americans had given me a stick of gum.

>>6798997
dude, he loves it, he just has it life-hacked is all

>>6799648
Yes, yes, yes a million times yes on Katje: haunting.

With Pokler, I think it really is the model exposed that Pynchon builds into every character, like I bet they all have futures and pasts that he could tell us about if he every did a big discussion...all with little unresolved endings...just like life!