ITT we post our most favorite paintings of all time.
I'll start with God Rothko
I don't have one because I've seen thousands.
Gee I love those 2 colours and nothing else
What an inspiring painting
let me guess, i just "dont get it"?
>>9046826
There's nothing to "get"
>told another stranger I'd die for her then ran away
Has literature effected anybody else here in the way you interact with other people, especially the opposite sex? I feel like I'm LARPing as a synthesized version of a bunch of male protagonists whenever I talk to women and it always leads to confusion and embarrassment. How do I act more sincere? How do I use my intelligence and knowledge of literature to improve my ability to flirt? I literally can't return to the campus library now because she might be there and probably thinks I'm insane or something.
>>9046800
>read Socrate's apology
>now I literally think everything in dialogues
You've read too many archaic novels and adapted their speech to yours
You've watched too many romance and romcoms and adapted their speech into yours.
Autism.
>>9046822
How do I stop this though? How do I be normal? Should I get a twitter and watch MTV?
>reading very long tiring non-fiction
>reach the end a hundred pages earlier than expected thanks to bibliography and notes
really very nice feeling
Tamako Market is shit though
>>9046782
the girls were really cute but I didnt like it that much either
KyoAni peaked with Nichijou
How can a non-native speaker improve his pronunciation? I've tried
reading out loud but saw little effect.
Interact with natives and study phonetics. That's all I got.
>>9046755
1. Speak to native speakers
2. Watch TV and try to copy the accents/sounds closely
3. This question isn't /lit/
so is bukowski good or is it just more edgy shit for uni kids please help
i cant decide for myself because I am a edgy kid sorry
Apparently he was a fat retard
>>9046728
Vulgar Celine.
yo I'm about 7 pages into this shit, when does the weed come into play?
Page 420
Kill the cucks! Kill the cucks! Race war now!
>>9046722
The weed is repeatedly implied. Read harder.
How can one argue that art is for art's sake when it clearly isn't?
How can one argue that this thread is /lit/ - Literature when it clearly isn't?
>>9046727
How can one argue that this a thread when it clearly isn't?
>>9046718
>when it clearly isn't
Elaborate.
> There's no such thing as a good feminist poetry anthalo-
what's the matter /lit/, can't handle women being more powerful writers than men?
YOU CAN SEE THE GLINT OF MATRIARCHAL CRAVING IN HER LOPSIDED EYES.
IF MEN "DID" ABUSE HER, SHE PROBABLY DESERVED IT.
>>9046638
Don't gimmickpost. The gimmick itself is reddity in general, but singling yourself out as a gimmick by going
>HEY LOOK AT ME EVERYBODY, I'M DOING A THING!
in general makes you look really, really reddity. The absolute first impression it gives off is that you want le upvotes for being a zany character. No one who uses 4chan is going to be sympathetic to that.
>>9046647
WHAT IS "GIMMICK"Y ABOUT MY POST?
One day Hyperion and Egeiros were walking from the Academy down toward their favorite spot to discuss the day’s lecture. The spot was by the old fag tree Jesus had cursed 35000 years prior, whose fig fruit was poisonous to the fair soul, and whom the good Socrates had warned the youths of Athens to never eat lest their minds be corrupted by the worst sophistry in the universe, a fate even worse than being an actual sophist. Egeiros had eaten some figs on a dare one day, laughing at that old myth of Socrates’s warning. Though he claimed nothing happened from eating the figs, Hyperion and all at the Academy knew his mind was different for Egeiros increasingly was moving towards unreason and arguing from positions of common wisdom and feels over the reals of the beautiful forms. Unbeknownst to both, A.W.—known as the Wolf for his wild appearance and equally wild and dangerous ideas or lack thereof—was sleeping behind the tree where they held their dialogue. The Wolf had eaten countless figs, and though his mind had clearly regressed to depths of unreason before unseen, he claimed that he held truths above what silly rationalists could ever conceive. His “argumentative style” was considered by all to be very disturbing if not alarming. There, Hyperion and Egeiros began to discuss the essence and true form of the ideal pug, for Hyperion was bothered by not yet knowing if his pug farm was producing pugs of the highest pugness.
Hyperion—I say, Egeiros, I do think that Pluto is the greatest mind humanity has ever known, even greater than Aristocles!
Egeiros—By the slaughtered dyke, Hyperion, you know this is not true! Those old substance dualists still have not heard of the wisdom of the one with the white head, who discovered just last week that everything is process while washing her clitus by the river where he always yells “I be cumming!”
Hyperion—Goddammit Egeiros, Yui isn’t even here. Anyway, I’ve been wondering ever since I invested my life earnings into a pug farm if I was not cheated by that pug smuggler. He told me that these pugs are of the highest purity, but how could I know if this was true when I do not know what the pugginess that makes pugs so puggy is?
Egeiros—Pfft, you worry too much because you misplace concreteness. Here, (Egeiros picks up a random stray pug walking by his feet) this is a pug and you cannot tell me why it is not perfect. How would you know what a pug should be if not from what a pug already is?
Hyperion—By Winfield, Egeiros! I’ve seen billions of pugs in my life, I spend 20 out of my daily 24 hours browsing pugchan.
Egeiros—Winfield? Why would he matter, he couldn’t even win the field that only he enters the raffle for every month, so his philosophy can’t be true.
Hyperion—Well, that doesn’t matter. I need to know what pugness is.
Egeiros—This is it, silly! (Holds up sad looking stray pug)
Hyperion—Awww… melts my heart. (Grabs pug from Egeiros and lets it down) Go free and roam the hills as you were meant to, you saucy little bastard. By Zeus! That’s where we can begin Egeiros!
Egeiros—I believe so, Hyperion. Sauce is pretty tasty.
Hyperion—Not sauce, sauciness! Is not sauciness essential to pugs?
Egeiros—I don’t know, they seem more like sausages to me. That almost makes them cannibals, don’t you think? They’re always eating those sausages which grow on those bushes by the dumpster Hegel cursed with that horrible sorcery ritual that always goes wrong next Thursday. Time loops are pretty weird. (*Hegel, known for his time-traveling through different dimensions of existence.")
*The Wolf snapped out of his sleep as he heard the name Hegel, his idol, for he had made it his aim to become the greatest sorcerer there ever would be in all possible worlds, even those where sorcery was metaphysically impossible. To this end he had been working on mastery of Leibniz, who had disappeared after publishing his Monadology, for God realized that he had not created the best possible world where he could hide, for Leibniz had clearly found him in the gorillionth world in the dimension described by the square root of the scrotum equation discovered by the retarded trickster god of pure logic, Athene. The Wolf listened half-assedly to the stupid conversation happening on the other side of the fag tree, for he had long ago left aside the silly dogmatism of reason and had been liberated by the aesthetic suspension of the logical.*
Hyperion—Yeah, what’s with that time loop? Anyway, hmmm… sauciness… What is sauciness? Look it up on urban dictionary.
Egeiros—Sauciness: You can use saucy to describe someone who likes to cause trouble, but usually in a playful and funny way. Saucy is also a good word for a person who really likes to flirt. Well, pugs sure aren’t the second. I guess they are playful, funny looking, and troublesome little bastards. Hey! Who is the father of all these pugs anyway?
Hyperion—Hmmm… you know, I don’t know. They’re all grills. How the hell are they reproducing? Ok, let’s recap: Pugs are essentially saucy, little, and bastards. I guess that’s something.
Egeiros—Don’t forget sausage-like grills.
Hyperion—No! That’s retarded!
Egeiros—Hey! Don’t call me that! At least I help a lot more than that caveman, Hume. He usually just says random obvious stuff, and worse, stupid stuff like causality being untrue. At least I’m not that bad.
*Hume, the last of his kind—homo empiricus analyticus—was a legendary skeptical creature that was said to live in a cave on the cliffs overseeing the Academy. Many went and searched for him in weekly scouting parties along with the big-foot club, but they never found him. They say those that do never come back for they return to the cave with him, never to see the light again.
Hyperion—Fine, saucy little sausage grill bastards.
Egeiros—Ugh! What do you mean by this? Isn’t this good enough? (Grabs another stray pug and holds it up. It drools on his hand and he lets it go and cleans his hand on the tree.)
Hyperion—Hmmm… well, it seems that little, sausage-like, grill, and bastard are pretty easy to check off. They’re analytic concepts, so we don’t even need to ask about them. But what about saucy? How do we know how saucy they are?
Egeiros—That’s easy, you just taste them and see how spicy they are! I wouldn’t try it though, you’re white and might not be able to handle it. What about their cute little curly tail? We can measure that! And how little they are. You’re right about the others, they’re analytic.
Hyperion—Dirty analytics…
Egeiros—Yeah, fucking analytics, man!
Hyperion—You know they’re all into anal since they always have that stupid formal logic stick up their ass.
Egeiros—See? I’m telling you man, reason is not the only way to know things!
Hyperion—Egeiros, I’m not eating from the fag tree, for fuck’s sake we all told you you’ve changed for the worse after eating those figs.
Egeiros—Oh, please Hyperion! It’s just stupid figs, they don’t even taste like anything. Those sausage bushes are sucking up all the nutrients of the soil and ruining the flavor of all the crops.
Hyperion—But… but those bushes are what keep my pugs alive. If it wasn’t for those sausages their population would have died since they’re too dumb to hunt actual things. Ffffffff… Am I wrong Egeiros?
Egeiros—About what?
Hyperion—Am I thinking this puginess stuff wrong?
Egeiros—I told you the answer already. (Without looking grabs another animal passing by and holds it up)
Hyperion—By her clitus! What a hideous pug! (falls back a bit in shock)
Egeiros—(looks down at pug) Oh! Wait… this isn’t a pug. Compared to one, though, you’re right, it is pretty ugly. Say… how do we know things are ugly anyway?
Hyperion—Hmm, well-
Egeiros—Stop! I meant it as a rhetorical question. Obviously it’s ugly because it is, if it wasn’t, we wouldn’t be perceiving it that way.
Hyperion—Whoa, Egeiros, that might be getting too close to Humeanism. You don’t want to end up in his cave do you?
Egeiros—You know, why can’t you entertain an idea without accepting it? I don’t like Hume either, he’s stupid, but you’re so defensive about your ideas.
Hyperion—Hume sucks because Pluto proved him wrong long ago Egeiros! Only you and The Wolf say crazy things like this.
Egeiros—You know craziness was proven to be a capitalist invention last year by Michael Fucko, right?
Hyperion—Dammit, we’re getting off topic. Fuck Michael Fucko. I need to know what makes pug so puggy!
Egeiros—Missplaced. Concreteness. I’m telling youuuuu.
Hyperion—Alright, forget the sauciness. How do we know how little is perfect for a pug?
Egeiros—I don’t know, don’t you think Yui would know? She always talks about her feminine penis. She would know about perfect small things.
Hyperion—I’m not asking Yui about that!
Egeiros—Ok, well how big is too big?
Hyperion—Whoa, that’s too meta Egeiros. We’re talking pug small here, not small small.
Egeiros—The Wolf wouldn’t be afraid to talk about it, you know!
*The Wolf finally got tired of hearing this conversation going nowhere and walked around from behind the tree. He kicked dirt on Hyperion and Egeiros. They were spooked for a moment by his wild visage, but he sat in front of them in the dirt.*
The Wolf—God, you two fucking go nowhere. For fuck’s sake Egeiros, I thought you were becoming an enlightened ubermensch who knew reason was a lie started by Socrates. When will you realize that guy was about as real as Jesus, who clearly never existed. Hyperion, I’ll tell you about the true essence of pugs, I’m a self-taught pug appraiser and I know a good pug when I see one. I wouldn’t have sold these pugs to the smuggler who sold them to you if I didn’t know all about pugs.
Hyperion—Mein gott! If this is true, Wolf, I’ll be in debt to you forever. If I know what makes the puggiest pug I can steal the best one in the city and have it all for myself. Tell me now, what makes pugs so puggy?
The Wolf—What makes pugs so puggy is that they are ugly and cute all at once.
*Fersure walked by and heard this*.
Fersure—For sure! Pugs are ugly beautiful, saucy little bastards. Bless their little souls.
The Wolf—For sure, Fersure!
*Fersure picks up a pug and walks on with it home.
Egeiros—What?! That’s stupid. If we’re going to just say random things, Wolf, we may just freely speculate about the pug as a society of prehending experiences freely enjoying themselves in their becoming.
The Wolf—How about I make your society prehend this, Egeiros? (The Wolf throws a fig at Egeiros)
*Hyperion walks over and takes the fig from Egeiros.*
>agree with the teachings of Christ
>do not agree with the dogma surrounding who gets to be saved and who doesn't
Who else /wantstobeChristianbutcant/?
>>9046557
>dogma
>posts a picture of ben affleck
I gotcha
>>9046559
>tfw you meme by accident
wow nice
I'M SORRY.
I AM AT A LOSS ABOUT THE OPENING POST OF THIS THREAD'S RELEVANCE TO THE DISCUSSION OF LITERATURE.
ENLIGHTEN ME, ORIGINAL POSTER, WITHOUT RESORTING TO
>The Bible
Is this for women ?
>>9046526
Well, my girlfriend read it when she was 11 and enjoyed it, and then moved on to other, better literature.
>>9046532
Beyond stating that I was a mixture of Colonel Brandon's kindness, Mr Darcy's intellect and Willoughby's handsomeness, she's never mentioned it.
Honestly it made me read them to see if it was a compliment or not.
No. It was ghost written by a man. Checkmate, libtards.
I see some latinos posting on /lit/ so I want to know where are they from and what are they reading.
Also, I think other people can ask for recommendations and that kind of things, idk.
Im from Perú and currently reading Gravity´s rainbow. Never found anyone from my country here.
Brazillian.
The Plague.
My only friend who reads idolizes Hemingway and orientals. It makes me want to off myself sometimes. But there's always /lit/.
Chilean here, reading JDGR's "Rebeldías Líricas". It's actually pretty good even if it uses metric instead of free verse. Here's one of my favorites:
Acércate.
Acércate hasta mí, deja besar tu cara
de virgencita pálida, bohemia, triste y rara.
Acércate hasta mí, sé flor de mis amores
yo te diré mis penas, mis ansias, mis dolores
Acércate hasta mí, unamos nuestros cantos,
unamos nuestras quejas, unamos nuestros llantos.
Amo tu alma de artista, comprendo tus rarezas,
acércate y comulga con mi alma y mis tristezas.
Juntemos nuestros labios en sacras comuniones:
para empezar la lucha, tus besos danme alientos
y surgen de mis labios cantos de rebeliones
y al choque de tus labios brotan mis pensamientos.
Let's see if you people have grasped elementary teachings of how to write.
Show, don't tell
Here is a tell:
>Geoffrey ran through the open meadow. He tripped on a stick and fell over, his head hitting the ground. Geoffrey was knocked out. He awoke several minutes later with a lump forming on his head.
Give me a show.
Geoffrey's heart pumped as he moved across the the boundless stretch. When suddenly, CRASH! BOOM! BANG! An intruder has entered your home. You have five seconds to explain why you don't own a handgun?
>>9046465
Joffrey's lips curled up to a cruel grin as he leaned back in the Iron Throne, watching Sansa Stark's flesh turn black under the flames. The shrill screams of his former wife-to-be echoed throughout the throne room, pleasing Joffrey's ears like a tender kiss. They gave to Joffrey utter certainty that his fifty year reign would bring to Westeros a new golden age.
I cringed letter by letter reading this thread. Why the fuck are you idiots even unironically trying?
>Used to frequent /lit.
>After a year or two on /lit switched to /k and /fit.
>You guys seem like insufferable faggots now.
How's that novel going guys?
>>9046439
>How's that novel going guys?
>implying we're still reading the same novel as two years ago when you left
f-fine
>>9046439
Nice blog, hows your diet going?
>>9046447
I basically have to have a perfectly clean diet to allow for the amount of alcohol I drink and not gain weight as a result.
Are writers good vocal stories tellers? Say, could a writer tell a great story at a bar or something?
>>9046378
What a dumb question - say, is a soccer player a good soccer commentator? They're different skills! Maybe the skill as the former supports the later, but entirely different skills nonetheless!
>>9046384
Faggot
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>>9046416
I shouldn't have said its a dumb question, sorry.