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Time to hit the reroll button on your life, OP.

>>9489056
>How hard is to publish your first novel if you're a dirty mestizo in some spic shithole?

If you manage to become an actual erudite and a master of your craft, you may become the next international voice of your country.
If you're just a guy writing for fun, putting no actual thought in his education (you're not studying how you're language work, you're not studying analitically the great classics, you're not spending hours everyday finding new words, images and rethorical figures: I know you're not doing any of this shit, and even if you're doing it, you're not doing it as much as you should), then you've got no chance.
It's time to become a great writer anon. do it or you will die.

>>9489244
how do i study how my language works?

>>9488700
Bubbled wallpaper, what a mess.
Washer dryer knackered, what a mess.
Siamese twins seperated, one leg less.

Hwæt! The choicest of visions I wish to tell,
which came as a dream in middle-night,
after voice-bearers lay at rest.
It seemed that I saw a most wondrous tree
born aloft, wound round by light,
brightest of beams. All was that beacon
sprinkled with gold. Gems stood
fair at earth’s corners; there likewise five
shone on the shoulder-span. All there beheld the Angel of God,
fair through predestiny. Indeed, that was no wicked one’s gallows,
but holy souls beheld it there,
men over earth, and all this great creation.
Wondrous that victory-beam – and I stained with sins,
with wounds of disgrace. I saw glory’s tree
honored with trappings, shining with joys,
decked with gold; gems had
wrapped that forest tree worthily round.
Yet through that gold I clearly perceived
old strife of wretches, when first it began
to bleed on its right side. With sorrows most troubled,
I feared that fair sight. I saw that doom-beacon
turn trappings and hews: sometimes with water wet,
drenched with blood’s going; sometimes with jewels decked.
But lying there long while, I,
troubled, beheld the Healer’s tree,
until I heard its fair voice.
Then best wood spoke these words:
“It was long since – I yet remember it –
that I was hewn at holt’s end,
moved from my stem. Strong fiends seized me there,
worked me for spectacle; cursèd ones lifted me.
On shoulders men bore me there, then fixed me on hill;
fiends enough fastened me. Then saw I mankind’s Lord
come with great courage when he would mount on me.
Then dared I not against the Lord’s word
bend or break, when I saw earth’s
fields shake. All fiends
I could have felled, but I stood fast.
The young hero stripped himself – he, God Almighty –
strong and stout-minded. He mounted high gallows,
bold before many, when he would loose mankind.
I shook when that Man clasped me. I dared, still, not bow to earth,
fall to earth’s fields, but had to stand fast.

>>9489172
Rood was I reared. I lifted a mighty King,
Lord of the heavens, dared not to bend.
With dark nails they drove me through: on me those sores are seen,
open malice-wounds. I dared not scathe anyone.
They mocked us both, we two together. All wet with blood I was,
poured out from that Man’s side, after ghost he gave up.
Much have I born on that hill
of fierce fate. I saw the God of hosts
harshly stretched out. Darknesses had
wound round with clouds the corpse of the Wielder,
bright radiance; a shadow went forth,
dark under heaven. All creation wept,
King’s fall lamented. Christ was on rood.
But there eager ones came from afar
to that noble one. I beheld all that.
Sore was I with sorrows distressed, yet I bent to men’s hands,
with great zeal willing. They took there Almighty God,
lifted him from that grim torment. Those warriors abandoned me
standing all blood-drenched, all wounded with arrows.
They laid there the limb-weary one, stood at his body’s head;
beheld they there heaven’s Lord, and he himself rested there,
worn from that great strife. Then they worked him an earth-house,
men in the slayer’s sight carved it from bright stone,
set in it the Wielder of Victories. Then they sang him a sorrow-song,
sad in the eventide, when they would go again
with grief from that great Lord. He rested there, with small company.
But we there lamenting a good while
stood in our places after the warrior’s cry
went up. Corpse grew cold,
fair life-dwelling. Then someone felled us
all to the earth. That was a dreadful fate!
Deep in a pit one delved us. Yet there Lord’s thanes,
friends, learned of me,
adorned me with silver and gold.
Now you may know, loved man of mine,
what I, work of baleful ones, have endured
of sore sorrows. Now has the time come
when they will honor me far and wide,
men over earth, and all this great creation,
will pray for themselves to this beacon. On me God’s son
suffered awhile. Therefore I, glorious now,
rise under heaven, and I may heal
any of those who will reverence me.
Once I became hardest of torments,
most loathly to men, before I for them,
voice-bearers, life’s right way opened.
Indeed, Glory’s Prince, Heaven’s Protector,
honored me, then, over holm-wood.
Thus he his mother, Mary herself,
Almighty God, for all men,
also has honored over all woman-kind.
Now I command you, loved man of mine,
that you this seeing tell unto men;
discover with words that it is glory’s beam
which Almighty God suffered upon
for all mankind’s manifold sins
and for the ancient ill-deeds of Adam.
Death he tasted there, yet God rose again
by his great might, a help unto men.
He then rose to heaven. Again sets out hither
into this Middle-Earth, seeking mankind
on Doomsday, the Lord himself,
Almighty God, and with him his angels,
when he will deem – he holds power of doom –
everyone here as he will have earned
for himself earlier in this brief life.
Nor may there be any unafraid
for the words that the Wielder speaks.

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Monitoring

>>9488567
Don't know, but The Collector was fantastic, and a man at the airport who saw me reading it recommended The Magus, finding it a "deeply superior novel," i.e. He didn't understand it and mistook his ignorance for the book's brilliance.

Currently ~250 pages in. I've never read any Fowles before, but I like it very much and recommend. So far, it has effectively held suspense while driving me further into the surreal mystery. Fairly patrician and self-aware, lots of references to art, music, literature. Go for it.

wat

Holy shit what an absolute trash thread.

Please prune this shit

>>9488366

Why?

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A for effort

>>9488314
Never went to the gymnase itself, but I have gone to highschool in this city.

>>9488314
One must imagine Sisyphus swole

Nietzsche is pretty nice, try TSZ first. then id move on to Albert Camus

then maybe Heidegger if you want.

>>9488485
Worst advice possible

OP start with the greeks

>>9488276
heraclitus
parmenides
that book about the pre socratics
plato
aristotle
the bible
plotinus
augustine
avicenna
anselm
averroes
maimonides
aquinas
machiavelli
bacon
hobbes
descartes
spinoza
locke
leibniz
berkeley
voltaire
hume
rousseau
kant
hegel
schopenhauer
emerson
stirner
darwin
kierkegaard
marx
spencer
james
thoreau
nietzsche
frege
freud
saussure
dewey
husserl
whitehead
santayana
russell
jung
buber
heidegger
wittgenstein
carnap
hayek
fromm
gadamer
lacan
heisenberg
popper
adorno
sartre
arendt
goodman
godel
quine
beauvoir
merleau-ponty
levi-strauss
camus
barthes
danto
deleuze
foucault
chomsky
pirsig
baudrillard
derrida
bergmann
bourdieu
rorty
searle
kripke
dennett
singer
zizek

>>9488089
>Melbourne

Gay

Wollongong, steel city, good bants, shit for lit

>>9488089
Meet me in Federation Square tomorrow at 11am. I'll be wearing leather thigh high boots and a blue wool jumper, and I leather choker, and a green belt.

>>9488107
The book market is on Saturdays not Thursdays

Most erotica is utter drivel, just because more people write and read it doesn't mean they're any good at it. But your sex drive makes you overlook that.

Considering the avalanche of free or inexpensive erotica already available on the internet, you would probably make more money working at mcdonalds. It's probably fun though, in its own way.

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>>9488048
>the social stigma
AHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH

>>9488030
Shit do you even CK2? That's one of the sanest things in those tv show prequels. It's marrying future king to his closes ally, lessening the power of the Lanisters on the throne by doing so, and creating powerful three clan alliance.

You'd have much harder time to explaining all that dwarf plot armour.

>>9488030
Robert hardly even talked to his son, and I doubt that he knew just how monsterous he really was. Sure he knew he was a bit twisted with the whole ''he cut out kittens from an alive mother cat because he wanted a kitten, and also to make his dad proud because he delivered kittens, or something'' to which Robert responded by beating him bloody and then I guess he just went on to think that Joff learned his lesson. Also he wanted to have his close friends, the Starks to balance out the power scale a little, otherwise the Lannisters would pretty much have a complete hold of him, if he married of ''his'' son, a ''half´' Lannister to a Stark, then the two vastly different families would be forced to cooperate. Robert trusted Ned with his life, he never trusted the Lannisters, he wanted his friend to be there to keep the Lannisters of his back. Which is why Jon Arryn became hand of the king, and why Ned became the hand after Arryn.

>>9488221
He drinks alcohol and makes le smug and funny remarks :DD

Plus he is dwarf XD

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>>9487848
Just do analytic philosophy poorly.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1y8_RRaZW5X3xwztjZ4p0XeRplqebYwpmuNNpaN_TkgM/mobilebasic?pli=1

There's a link at the bottom

>>9487848
It's literally gibberish so don't

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You called for me faggot??

hart crane was the true madman

(rimbaud was the better poet)

Do I feel again the violet perfumed night of an assassination?
Est-ce que je sens à nouveau la nuit à parfum violet d'une assassination?

>>9487686
>If
>the human condition
stupid brainlet

>If literature is a way for us to understand, expand on, and question the human condition

It's not

>>9487686
>what is the narrative of life?
Life sucks and then you die.

instead of making this thread why dont you just

read them?

>>9487642
They are all great but also in public domain.
So you didn't save much money.

the translations will be weird and honestly not worth it desu. better to read them online or invest in well edited editions

Can you make an extension that will give me the courage to finally kill myself?

>>9487591
Maybe, what version of firefox are you on?
Why do you want to die?

Is that a man with diarrhea crouching and hugging his gut?

>>>/wsr/
if you reply after this post you are a poseur

hey guys

I found Gravity's Rainbow to be too dense, and I've read other "hard" books like Ulysses.