/lit/ - Literature

>>2632531
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Your kiss is the reverse Lovecraftian deity, the smile that takes a million shapes, tying a millstone to my eye, imprinting madness into my head, without noise, a slow frostbite, burning. The suggestion of it hurts. My loneliness dissipates in pain.

We converse about situations and silly things; my mouth is sealed to truth. I hear only my failure on your ignorant lips. You leave to live your life and see me tomorrow, but you do not know that I cannot put you off like the others. You do not belong to tomorrow but to eternity.

With you my eyes only water, but without you they cry.

>>2632488
>>2632495
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I sing to you my love, my love running through shadow covered fields of starry night, the wind speaks my words and wraps you in my heart’s embrace, and my eyes begin to rain, covering you in sad desire that drips off your muddy-long fingers and runs down your leg, the universe running through your thigh. Can’t you hear me? Listen to the tapping of my pen against the desk, a jazz riff without pattern, a firework upon the ivory covered wall of a French palace, a starving dog with the world in his dish.

The red bamboo motorcar takes me high into the mountains, my ears popping with chewed gum, and I can only think of you as I ascend beyond the clouds, beyond stars to heaven where me and the angels evaluate my feelings and your biography, our love just one in His eternal book, a book that He is ever erasing, cruel aeon.

I am the man who has ascended to the third heaven, I am the woman who has been resurrected from hell and can no longer go back, you are the stag worshipped by ancient shamans of long ago, you drink from the clear stream under the vast forest feeding the ocean with its dark dwellers. Sing dear creatures, sing of the volcanic heat within your ice, a heat rising, generating primordial life. These deep sea chimeras with their jaws of odd geometry and their lights shinning from within, their irrelevant eyes closed watching, yes these are the witnesses to my reaching love.

Your eyes are closed, beneath your lids swim electric swarms of infinite space, the beating chest echoing through the cavernous skull. So here I am a diver of the heart, my helmet thick and heavy, my boots stuck in mud-molasses. And your words skip across the surface above, a faint trace from here down below, where the sun is but a white orb that tells me up from down.

>>1860124
"graphic novels", no matter how deep, are comics. "Sequential Art" to use Scott McCloud's phrase. This board is about books that have words only, perhaps with single illustrated scenes that don't form a "movie-like" whole in the same way a comic does. Some children's books are the gray area.

yeah I replied

>>1860124
"graphic novels", no matter how deep, are comics. "Sequential Art" to use Scott McCloud's phrase. This board is about books that have words only, perhaps with single illustrated scenes that don't form a "movie-like" whole in the game way a comic does. Some children's books are the gray area.

yeah I replied

>>1858578
And yet you decided to make an off-topic thread anyway. Classic!

>>1840771
>>1840785
Making an interesting and good natured thread? NOT TONIGHT BABY. TRIPPING FO LIFE.

I like books. There doesn't seem to be any in here though.

Tripfriends though, now that's a topic.

David Motherfostering Wallace, I'm in.

A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again is also really good. I will be looking for his thoughts on entertainment and TV in IJ.

Remember when the worst thing about this board was gamer girl and Ayn Rand? Good times.

i hate you /lit/, I hate you so much

Are there any other brilliant authors who also wear eyepatches?

Deep&Edgy with the work you have been putting out lately, you have already surpassed GamerGirl and tybrax. Soon you may even go beyond Stagolee.

in green tea swirls clear water
in a cup dances black dust
in the air is warming heat
in the song a silent beat

Where were you when I made the thread saturday?

Good News Everyone, now you don't need to explore Moby-Dick alone. You can listen to the Moby-Dick lectures of Professor Hubert Dreyfus in his podcast of his Man, God, and Society in Western Literature class. Yes its all infused with Heideggarian philosophy, but its an interesting perspective on the book anyway. Also, you will notice a certain resemblance between the professor and the this picture.

So what do I make of all this? We get some more development of Ishmael and how he prefers to go against the crowd, as well as his way of appreciating where he is at the moment.

We get some Christianity bashing, or at least some bashing of a Christianity that is all about punishment. This kind of religion is "The Trap".

We also get some exploration of the theme of Perspective.

We get another reference to natives.

Any other thoughts guys? I think I'm missing something. I don't quite know what he's doing with darkness and death here.

Ishmael comes to The Spouter Inn, owned by Peter Coffin. The place has a white sign. He remarks how ominous that Spouter is connected with Coffin. The wind is howling, and Ishmael is reminded that the wind is alright, if you are inside anyway. But if you have the perspective of a beggar (who he gives the name Lazarus after the poor man who goes to heaven in the Bible), its pretty wretched. Ishmael can appreciate a cold night, but he knows the beggar wishes he were in a warmer climate. I'm not sure what he means when he is talking about Dives. Then he makes a pun.

Ishmael doesn't want to set sail from New Bedford. He wants to sail from Nantucket. Nantucket was where the first dead whale was found on American shores. The first whalemen, native americans, gave chase to the whale from Nantucket, and the first whaling party set out from Nantucket. Apparently they threw rocks at them first.

Ishmael notes how dark and cold it is. He can't afford a cheery, fancy place. He passes two places for this reason, only to stumble the ash tray outside a black church . He remarks that these are the ashes of Gommorrah. When he steps in the black church, he compares to hell. The preacher is teaching on "the blackness of darkness". Ishmael calls this bad entertainment. He calls the Church "The Trap".

Maybe you all remembered to read, maybe you forgot all about it. But here's a thread for chapter 2 of Moby-Dick. Lots of darkness and ice.

>>1212209
Just one Chapter a week. It will probably take around a year to finish. So worth it though.

>>1212143

Thanks anon

Don't worry, I'll keep doing it, for my own enjoyment at least. Hopefully the early threads will inspire /lit/ to read the chapters so we can all talk about what we noticed. I read it about three years ago for class and it made a pretty big impression on me. I was startled by the way Melville could fit so much into a book. By the end of this I'll decide if it is in fact my favorite book.

>>1212091
Oh believe me, we will go there when we get to "A Squeeze of the Hand"

Also, this is a sperm whale. As you can see, he can kick all kinds of ass.

>>1212009
Generally. Basically evening to midnight or one. I have to read the chapter while making notes, then I have to type them up.

Sorry for any grammar or spelling errors, I'm typing the notes as I go through the pages.