Finally found a use for DFW's Infinite Jest. It makes a pretty damn good mouse pad
It LITERALLY wouldn't
>>9487376
OH but it does!
Sorry if the image is rotated 90 degrees
>>9487390
do you have the wrist movements of a child? big mousepads are where its at
>name a better book
>pro-tip you can't
Who are you quoting?
Literally one of the worst I've ever read. If I wanted to hear a egotistic ramblings of a troubled young man, I would just listen to the voice in my head
>>9487259
Spring Snow
>try to write a game review
>can't come up with shit after two paragraphs
Any advice on how to get better at writing?
>>9487186
read more and actually pay attention to the writing that is to say focus on the style tone and diction
for your case read more game reviews that are published by some mediocre site
>>9487186
are you just writing a summary every time you write a review? learn how to extend simple things into a couple paragraphs, this is a vital part of writing as a whole
>>9487186
You are probably saying what you have to say, giving hard info, but I think most review-readers are there to stroke their dicks thinking about what a good/bad game they just played and how you agree with them.
Maybe read Cracked and get a handle on the "engaging," low-info style?
I'm currently reading Mason & Dixon. Has anyone else noticed how titles to his later novels are written into Mason & Dixon? In the pic is "inherent Vice" but I've also come across "against the day." Did he already have these books in mind while writing M&D? Pynchon is a true trickster.
>>9487142
>he doesn't already have the titles for his next 5 novels decided on
never gonna make itMaybe he did, but I think it's more likely that it's just a coincidence
>>9487142
Interesting. Is Bleeding Edge in there too?
>>9487142
yes, his next book is gonna be called Out the Crevice
/lit/
I don't come here often at all but in the past 2 years I've started reading more than I ever have, tabbing all the books I've read to see how much I've read.
But my retention is absolute garbage, my main interest is history but I find myself forgetting most of what a book talks about except the main theme or argument of the author. So when I want to bring it up in conversation I can't remember the details of their arguments.
I guess my comprehension is shit too, did you guys experience this at all? Still do? Any advice?
Take notes, summarize, and reread. All that good stuff.
>>9487131
I just started this with my most recent book, I was mostly curious if that was too much work.
I felt that I should be comprehending things better. I guess it's all still learning.
Do you do this for novels? What do you do if you are reading on the train/bus? I often have the most time during commutes.
>>9487151
>I just started this with my most recent book, I was mostly curious if that was too much work.
It depends on what you're reading. I don't do it for novels, only informational texts. It doesn't have to be particularly long notes, just find whatever works for you.
>I felt that I should be comprehending things better. I guess it's all still learning.
Read slow and don't be afraid to reread complex sentences. Practice makes perfect.
>What do you do if you are reading on the train/bus?
I don't typically read during these, but you can pass on notes sometimes. Try and summarize what you read late. If you can't, reread.
>deckled edges
>leakage of stool
>>9487061
FUCK
OFF
I WANT DECKLED EDGES
I WANT BOOKS WITH UNCUT PAGES, NOT SO I MAY EXPERIENCE THE INCONVENIENCE IN SOME MISGUIDED ATTEMPT TO EXPERIENCE TIMES LONG DEAD BUT SO THAT I MAY EXPERIENCE THE FINAL AESTHETIC OF A VOLUME THAT HAS BEEN IMPRECISELY, ERGO HUMANLY, CUT.
>>9487079
THIS
Ok /lit/ I'm at the library. It closes in 30 minutes, and by that time I need to walk out of here with a beautiful novel that will touch my soul, and I do not know what to grab.
ovid's metamorphosis
Sorry for the cancerous picture, on my phone the thumbnail looked like a nicelandscape. I don't know why I have that saved
>>9487044
I like it but that is probably because of my intense desire to subjugate lesser beings
>self-defeating personality disorder: the book
more like cognitive dissonance
>>9486777
That's what makes it so relatable
IT'S SATIRE BRO XD
I wish I could draw.
I always wanted to do charcoal.
like as a drug? I don't know if it does anything
Why not learn
Has anybody made a decent systemised account of essays and classification of all major essay types?
Third year undergradfag in science here and I'm pretty exhausted of all the academics apparently knowing intuitively how to make perfect essays but not one of them being able to precisely pin down what constitutes it when trying to convey it to us and contradicting each other.
I can usually score As and Bs but at this low level I want to be writing 90-100% mark essays every time.
The essay continually defies strict definition or classification for me. It frustrates me as well. Every submission that has come back with a high grade or praise has been the result of a late-night, stream-of-consciousness exercise. Any attempt of a focused effort or parsimony has only led to further frustration, missing deadlines or failing to submit entirely.
>>9486624
this. when I write late at night the day before the due date I get 90-100%. When I plan ahead and write during daytime, I get 70-80%
>extremely well read and studied philosophy for most of his life
>husserl's assistant
>decided to read nietzsche's complete works in order to describe his philosophy
>concluded that there's no such thing as a nietzsche's philosophy, because nietzsche's claims are so emotional to the point that they don't even connect logically to each other
Why don't you simply accept that Nietzsche is for pseuds, /lit/? Do you really think you understand his books more than based Fink? Why someone would bother to read a philosopher without a philosophy?
w-why don't y-you read him p-pleb! y+you didn't get it!!!
I accepted it long ago and never looked back.
Reminder that neechee is chicken soup for the pseud
That was a very empassioned appeal, OP. Based in emotion, I would say.
I got pic related for roughly 5$ only it is translated by Constance Garnett. Are her translations any good or have I bought myself a dust collector?
>Are her translations any good
Yes.
>>9486492
Thanks
Don't listen to the poster above, while her sentences flow together well, they sound excessively "English" and all her translated books have the bad habit of being told in a similar voice, which clearly is unlikely when you jump from Tolstoy to Dostoevsky and such.
I can't cite any examples off the top of my head, but there's this one in Crime and Punishment I believe when she shortens an entire paragraph of description to just one meager-sounding sentence that's just an English idiom
How does /lit/ feel about Joyce, and especially The Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man?
>>9486245
The soul is NOT a smithy.
I don't get it
>How does /lit/ feel about Joyce
/lit/'s Mangum
>and especially The Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man?
Overshadowed by Big Meme #3
I shout profanities at Galileo. He is visibly sick. Sick like a vulture. Between his gags, coughs, and throwing-up(barfs), he says (something idk)
He is then crawling around on the ground, whispering. He presses his eye to a lens. "MAGNIFI10X"; he exclaims. He is then crawling around on the ground exuding a goal reached. We are higher in the grand-old-open sky.
"For a thousand grand"I say"Would you not drink anymore?"
"For a thousand grand." he replies whimperingly.
As we accelerate upward, the giant butterflies in the sky's eyes flicker towards us, then back in front of them. They don't look at each other much.
"Alright, I'm going out back." I tell Galileo. He ties the rope around me...I grab the jar.
I jump off the back of the hot air balloon, soon, I am being dragged behind it and below it(is thousands of feet of empty space above the ground). The pixie dust I collect should keep us alight throughout the night.
A flying Heffalump speeds past us "Echo as you gooooo!" he hollers/yells, in his stripely fashion.
All of a sudden a woozle apparates on top of the barrel with the pixie dust on it, the lanturn on it. "Echo, echo, echo-that's all you say-you say as you go."His voice plunges then crackingly:"take that as you will".
He unveils his hanglider and open mouth glides, collecting pixie dust."Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" he chokes.
Ahead of us is Atlas Poseidon Zeus. His gigantism. He laughs boomingly "Why did you come here?" he says. I feel it in my soul.
"We came to find the everlasting happiness-fire." I say.
He doesn't say a word. He doesn't nod, but I get the feeling he intended me to get the feeling he had. We take a right and we see the volcanoe ahead of us.
In the darkness, between its expulsions; the twinkling light of the fairy dust plays upon Galileo's features. It is Mardi Gras. There is a party on the hill of the volcanoe. It is a mountain.
The Ichiloidis' black charred skin-as they are swallowed in magma, with their little hats, schreech in delight. They never come out into the sun, as it burns them. Except in summer, when they go on vacation to the bahamas.
We drop down and land on a high outcrop of rock, one the magma prolly will not reach. The Ichiloidis clambour franticly, frenzily, up to us, surrounding the hot air balloon, but never entering.
The King gets up on a higher outcrop of rock with his harp and plays, the sound is bellowing; the rest of the Ichiloidis sing. Cupid jetsets from the Moon. He jetsets in a majestic ship with golden sails, torn at every edge. He passes us and continues on his voyage across the earth. What fair maiden or mister will he strike with the everlasting joy of the perfect pursuit?
Galileo acts like he's been struck by an arrow and stumbles toward me with googly-eyes. The Ichiloidis shriek in laughter.
"Now get the fuck out." Says their king.
-
With the golden box, somehow both wrapped in Christmas wrapping paper and a red velvet bow, that he threw to us, we rise.
(Theme about trying not to open the present)
The next day, at bout noon, we see water spirits swirling in a typhoon. Galileo outfits us with telescopes and hearing aids. We observe the bar at the surface of the mighty ocean where they are taking shots. "And then I said to her-"
But the sound is drowned out by the typhoon. So we reset the dials to the desired type of energy response and listen in.
"-And then I went to work." he finished. Dissapointed, we float on.
"Hey, weren't we supposed to do something with the water spirits?" I ask.
"I dropped them the pumice they need to concoct their drinks." Galileo replies.
The typhoon speeds up towards us, and the green water sprite from the bar hands us a gold bar. "Man, I've got to get out of this fish and tie" he says"but you know-another day @ the office.!"he smiles magnificently. No doubt a god of some type.
We float on, the sun, fading, setting on the arctic. We are wearing vegan kevlar, and are maybe warm, depending on how warm kevlar is(I don't know what's vegan, but I think Kevlar). Suddenly, we are taken by the pull of the sun and zoom into hyperspeed. We are now in the internet. We drop off the gold brick @ 4chan, the gift box @ facebook, and land safely on yesterday.com, where promethius is waiting with the eternal happiness-fire.
>>9485534
>>9485539
>>9485539
Holy...I require additionally
Post your poems here. I'll start.
Black Feller on a Racing Bike
Wow
You don't see that
Every day
>haiku
>poem
Just submitted a portfolio of this shit for uni so I'm all pottery-d out. Here's an old haiku I did for a friend.
Friend curses his roots
Wants rebirth in Nippon, lol
He is the weeb-lord
And now, still
wearing the same dress coat
that I had on when killed last night,
with a rake’s predatory twinkle,
toward my Lilith I advanced.
She turned upon me a green eye
over her shoulder, and my clothes
were set on fire and in a trice
dispersed like ashes.
In the room behind
one glimpsed a shaggy Greek divan,
on a small table wine, pomegranates,
and some lewd frescoes covering the wall.
With two cold fingers childishly
she took me by my emberhead:
“now come along with me,” she said.
Without inducement,
without effort,
Just with the slowest of pert glee,
like wings she gradually opened
her pretty knees in front of me.
And how enticing, and how merry,
her upturned face! And with a wild
lunge of my loins I penetrated
into an unforgotten child.
Snake within snake, vessel in vessel,
smooth-fitting part, I moved in her,
through the ascending itch forefeeling
unutterable pleasure stir.
But suddenly she lightly flinched,
retreated, drew her legs together,
and grasped a veil and twisted it
around herself up to the hips,
and full of strength, at half the distance
to rapture, I was left with nothing.
I hurtled forward. A strange wind
caused me to stagger. “Let me in!”
I shouted, noticing with horror
that I stood again outside in the dust
and that obscenely bleating youngsters
were staring at my pommeled lust.
“Let me come in!” And the goat-hoofed,
copper-curled crowd increased. “Oh, let me in,”
I pleaded, “otherwise I shall go mad!”
The door stayed silent, and for all to see
writhing in agony I spilled my seed
and knew abruptly that I was in Hell.