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>>9220515
Sucking dick
Ill give it a lick
Hope youre free
Of herpes

Not obscure, but Familiale by Jacques Prévert:

La mère fait du tricot
Le fils fait la guerre
Elle trouve ça tout naturel la mère
Et le père qu'est-ce qu'il fait le père?
Il fait des affaires
Sa femme fait du tricot
Son fils la guerre
Lui des affaires
Il trouve ça tout naturel le père
Et le fils et le fils
Qu'est-ce qu'il trouve le fils?
Il ne trouve rien absolument rien le fils
Le fils sa mère fait du tricot son père des affaires lui la guerre
Quand il aura fini la guerre
Il fera des affaires avec son père
La guerre continue la mère continue elle tricote
Le père continue il fait des affaires
Le fils est tué il ne continue plus
Le père et le mère vont au cimetière
Ils trouvent ça tout naturel le père et la mère
La vie continue la vie avec le tricot la guerre les affaires
Les affaires les affaires et les affaires
La vie avec le cimetière

Translation:
The mother knits
The son wages war
This seems only natural to her, the mother
And the father what is he doing the father?
He works
His wife does the knitting
His son the war
Him his work
This seems only natural to him the father
And the son and the son
How does it seem to him the son?
It doesn't seem like anything anything at all to him the son
The son his mother tends to the knitting his father his work him the war
When he will have finished with war
He will work with his father
The war keeps going the mother keeps going she knits
the father keeps going he works
The son is killed he doesn't keep going any more
The father and the mother go to the cemetery
This seems only natural to them the father and the mother
Life keeps going life with knitting war work
work work and work
Life with the cemetery

>>9220515
The Sun woke me this morning loud
and clear, saying "Hey! I've been
trying to wake you up for fifteen
minutes. Don't be so rude, you are
only the second poet I've ever chosen
to speak to personally
so why
aren't you more attentive? If I could
burn you through the window I would
to wake you up. I can't hang around
here all day."
"Sorry, Sun, I stayed
up late last night talking to Hal."

"When I woke up Mayakovsky he was
a lot more prompt" the Sun said
petulantly. "Most people are up
already waiting to see if I'm going
to put in an appearance."
I tried
to apologize "I missed you yesterday."
"That's better" he said. "I didn't
know you'd come out." "You may be
wondering why I've come so close?"
"Yes" I said beginning to feel hot
wondering if maybe he wasn't burning me
anyway.
"Frankly I wanted to tell you
I like your poetry. I see a lot
on my rounds and you're okay. You may
not be the greatest thing on earth, but
you're different. Now, I've heard some
say you're crazy, they being excessively
calm themselves to my mind, and other
crazy poets think that you're a boring
reactionary. Not me.
Just keep on
like I do and pay no attention. You'll
find that people always will complain
about the atmosphere, either too hot
or too cold too bright or too dark, days
too short or too long.
If you don't appear
at all one day they think you're lazy
or dead. Just keep right on, I like it.

And don't worry about your lineage
poetic or natural. The Sun shines on
the jungle, you know, on the tundra
the sea, the ghetto. Wherever you were
I knew it and saw you moving. I was waiting
for you to get to work.

And now that you
are making your own days, so to speak,
even if no one reads you but me
you won't be depressed. Not
everyone can look up, even at me. It
hurts their eyes."
"Oh Sun, I'm so grateful to you!"

"Thanks and remember I'm watching. It's
easier for me to speak to you out
here. I don't have to slide down
between buildings to get your ear.
I know you love Manhattan, but
you ought to look up more often.
And
always embrace things, people earth
sky stars, as I do, freely and with
the appropriate sense of space. That
is your inclination, known in the heavens
and you should follow it to hell, if
necessary, which I doubt.
Maybe we'll
speak again in Africa, of which I too
am specially fond. Go back to sleep now
Frank, and I may leave a tiny poem
in that brain of yours as my farewell."

"Sun, don't go!" I was awake
at last. "No, go I must, they're calling
me."
"Who are they?"
Rising he said "Some
day you'll know. They're calling to you
too." Darkly he rose, and then I slept.

>>9219982
We are the cutting edge nexus of the forces of negative entropy in the universe. As far as we know, there is no structure as complex as the one behind our eyes.

nobody knows if all life is an accident or not

to believe otherwise is the consequence of religious conviction or arrogance

>>9220276
He had this revelation after speaking to his mother about abortion.

One of the Greeks for sure.

apparently aristotle was pretty smart

>>9218717
Everybody was back then. The average iq was like 130. Humans needed intelligence to survive, to build, to create. Now we got everything, there is no need to think, about anyhting.

>>9225826
My Latin is not strong enough to take on the poetry as of yet.

What's your excuse for reading it in translation?

>>9225826
i don't speak greek

There is no latin at duolingo

>>9225777
A brain

>>9225778
I get that it's satire but what is the point why waste time reading this

>>9225784
Stop trying to find reasons to dislike the book and just relax you autist

>>9225723
>7 more Nietzsche threads in the catalog
please stop

>>9225723
>supposed to be read

No, Ishmael does not have autism.
Melville does.

>>9225557
>trouble communicating basic details to people
elaborate, peasant

>>9225568
Trying to find out what the harpooner was like

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>>9225540
>the world has too many possibilities
>the world has too few restrictions
TFW you accidentally cross your thoughts and contradict yourself.

>>9225540

Why do you have to have an original idea for the story though? The synopsis of your story doesn't have to be totally unlike the synopsis of any other story ever, if the details of the dialogue, characters, and plot provide a unique reading experience.

Even lord of the rings wasn't entirely original, if you get down to it, "normies find the courage to do the thing with the macguffin and defeat the bad guy who was overly confident with his evil plan" wasn't an original story even back then

jace is fag and the writers at WotC are hacks

A dictionary?

>>9225317
Alphabet are characters

>>9225326
>>9225312
There was a book made some hundred or two years ago with the pages entirely blank. This was before toilet paper was invented, and the purpose wasn't reading.

>>9225142
"Yo senpai hit this shieeet"

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>>9225137
>Skully fourbery
what heresy is this

cool books tho

>>9225236
Something weird is going on with those titles

Looks like a Grim Fandango rip

What's in it?

>>9225127
it's 1.8G of bestiality

>>9225009
>Not using your naruto powers to teleport

Troika is.

Absolutely. Even derivatives of the "floating on hot air" method are considerably high-/lit/, like dirigibles, hovercraft, etc.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Ju5HFoD20U

>102 Years in the Heart of Europe: A Portrait of Ernst Jünger
>A Swedish documentary film from 1998, consisting of an interview by the journalist Björn Cederberg with the German writer, philosopher and war veteran Ernst Jünger (1895-1998). Jünger talks about his life, his authorship, his interests and ideas.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qpPsAojqcKo

>>9225167
That's the fucking stuff.

I think lit's job is the recommended reading lists that are such a mainstay of the board.

Getting them is your own damn responsibility.

Not to mention that most people still read books on paper not screens.

Read the sticky, retard