/lit/ - Literature

>>10605574
Were you an idiot?

>>10510512
also, that the verb is infinitive, that the noun comes afterwards, implies action not taken where action presumably took place. also, woman is a generalization changing the structure of the sentence, implying that the Woman is always assigning the wrongdoing to the male counterpart.

he says, "what have I to do with thee?", but he means that he is awaiting a magnificent departure of thought that illustrates how he has been wronging.

he is ascribing an insult where the women seems fraught with it, but what the agent seeks is acknowledgement of the truth, since he seems to feel illustrated by it and in fact inverts the condition to his agency.

i think it's like saying


WHAT ARE YOU DOING FRIENDO?

>>10506219
he was a faggot for this quote.

/thread

>>10459822
a true ching chong

>>10202972
because i'm a doofus

>>10202566
you caught me

self expressive pieces.

>>10201610
crap, or was that ben johnsons copy

>>9962973
I read...?

I don't read other peoples writing.

>>9964841
Walking the light from the door
As it had opened aright to flood
The raiment of yellow light,
The maiden of sully darkness
Whet me in it's natural dark humidity
When she exclaimed I to have seat
To enunciate the words in mine book
Clear. The lullaby of much past poetry
Whose author is but the man alight.

>>9955568
Crime and Punishment

lol

>>9951209
On keyboard, any other form is plebian and servitude.

>>9954668
Marxism is strictly militant for it's isolation of "Class" as an economic and not sociological or as a social pathology rooted in a necessity for development, that's why there is an Economic Path to Das Kapital, nothing else and otherwise, but the likened abstract of anyone that knows Marxism is that the utilitarian abstract of the political philosophy is kind to humanity, which virtue dictates virtuous.

Leave poetry to the rest of us.

I don't blame you, I can't write stories either.

If you're cursed, then I'm Sisyphus

>>9953652
You would definitely prove that your patience is greater than mine.

Docile perfection doth dream,
Who will foretelling well,
Break it's perfect abstract,
As long water's abaft,
Acolyte and acclimate,
The necessity of tepid fear,
To soul's essence irritate,
If by dozen a flower fellows
By watery dew does it's hypocrisy
Dictate: A man shall never change
Whose heart stoned by his creation
Chill, and in his stature statue range
Falls none all well my ideal idyll,
May to erase with but each fiddle,
Of plucked string, with heart did
nothing nert left felt as hearth
Heat my dead cold hand
By it's ineptitude forsaken,
To shock him once and receive hither
The poison and remedy twice the better.

But I leer and lament, when
once whose idea cement
Like his love whose beautiful
Golden flows and locks
Luster like Nubian gold
Who strongly less hold
Remain etched with brow
On twice a golden fiddle,
In double the strength of such statue,
To give partaken pleasantness
The partook, and erase but my hard
Mind of flown tepidness lovely unkind,
Unknown and betrayed, by own hand
To see this stature me in the sun forsaken light.

>>9952369
r u trying to bet my goat?

>>9952829
not really bro

i'll tell that some of these authors don't follow the rules of literacy

oh ho, i got one on the spot titled Marijuana
Oh Marijuana, was prithee say you to greenly speak,
But of your void wrinkles I have fingers sweating bleat,
Rolling into your creases like curved revolution,
And creeping into your wrap as if you did to it elate,
With elaborate partake. Present day may, the first or the eighth,
it is April bounty on the 20th of such a foul man's birth that we celebrate,
Summer's sweet serenade.

>>9919836
society

>>9880032
just gargle your own semen

>>9879048
shitty read, interesting perspective

But you said, "Come no conquerer that conquerers have not known." To illuminate the redundancy of loneliness, you elaborated, though the first was more succinct than the last, repudiations of recesses in your statements with a single exasperated sigh. The titillations of orgasm from these words would neither last for me or you, instead a paraplegic conundrum of 'conquest', the lost word which so feeds well the idea of the selflessness in your words, to yourself, to me, to time in general, splays the ideas of not what is missing, but definitely the obfuscation of your polar behavior, redeeming twice dearness and detestation and once definite or by attitude, definitely, it is contagious twice.

>Start with the greeks
This actually makes sense.