ITT: one-hit authors
Cyril Connolly
ITT we post lyrics we dont fully understand for others to analyze
i start
>thy art is murder
>reing of darkness
Fear me
I am destruction of innocence
I am the violence embedded in flesh
I am the pain in the bones of
the mortal shell
The dark heart of the Earth
I am Hell
I am hell
Fear me
I am destruction of innocence
I am the violence embedded in flesh
I am the pain in the bones of
the mortal shell
The dark heart of the Earth
I am Hell
Fear at the throats of the
father of deception
Let the blood of the cowards
flow as the wines
False claims of retribution
May they choke on their lies
Lay waste the relics
Silence the hymns of deceit
You will know pain
You will see the true face of panic
Devastation now and forever
Reign of darkness
The masses one with the cursed
Godless in time
No longer a helpless slave
To the mask of the divine
Lay waste the age of man
Return to the Earth
You will know pain
You will see the true face of panic
Devastation
Now and forever
Reign of darkness
Fear me
I am destruction of innocence
I am the violence embedded in flesh
I am the pain in the bones of the mortal shell
The dark heart of the Earth
I am Hell
it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes yuh
I'll just leave this here.
It is a new dialect of english used by the popular rapper "desiigner"
You can't make up a language.
>>9827534
So what? Why are you posting this? An outrage jerkoff session
I'll oblige: omg, they need the redpill! western civilization is falling
>>9827546
>You can't make up a language.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Constructed_language
I can't see because seeing requires light to reflect off an object and go into cones in the retina. When eyes are closed there's no light that can enter the eye since eyelids are opaque, thus I can't see. Are there any books which will open my eyelids so that I may see?
*sniff*
Eyelids are translucent.
The first half of Mein Kampfy chair read fucken great--like some disillusioned youth novel or something...
Reminds me of Confessions of an English Opium Eater.
>>9827227
Only brainwashed sheeple who don't realize the truth of the intellect of Hitler dislike this book. Should be mandatory in all schools. Can't wait to read this for my children and redpill them on the world
Homeless, nameless, moneyless person takes over a country. That is why I read it and it was a good read.
"I think that maybe a lot of nihilists feel solipsistic because their nihilism is the result of a materialist worldview in which at death the annihilation of their subjective lens on the universe results in what, for their reality, is in every way functionally equivalent to the actual end of the objective universe. I think a lot of "solipsists" outside of academia don't literally think the objective universe does not exist, but rather just that from their perspective, and given their worldview, it is a difference without a distinction. "
What should i read if this quotes describes my worldview pretty accurately?
>tfw the Internet has ruined you with instant gratification so you peek ahead when reading fiction with any kind of mystery/tension
Chronological reading is so outdated, how do you keep with it?
>>9826948
lol i open 20 tabs at once, 10 reddit 10 4chan and just scroll through threads quockly trying to find posts that can give me a lil hit of dopamine, jokes on u i never read books, just the idea of reading books is enough for me
nigga like leave your phone at home and go outside, maybe go to a fucking library or read on your balcony its really not that hard
>>9827690
If you read my post you'd see that reading itself isn't the problem but skipping ahead when reading fiction. I read a lot of philosophy, social theory and economics but fuck if I can handle plots anymore.
>talk about a piece of continental philosophy while using any logic whatsoever
>multiple angry responses
>"This was meant to be taken as a strictly historical spiritual work!"
>"The complex interplay of historiography with logos with ascetic jouissance clearly went over your head!"
>long winded "literary interpretation"
Damn... You guys are really fucking intellectually bankrupt.
Go ahead call me a newfag but this board makes no fucking sense. I get that you guys are being ironic but it gets to a certain point where it's pathetic. I know this thread won't get any coherent responses because there aren't any fucking articulate threads on this entire board. Seriously how the fuck do you people spend time here? The most replied threads are a fucking 'doge' thread and a thread with a pic of the halo 3 cover that says 'minecraft'
>hahahhahahahhahaahah isnt it so silly that they changed the name to a different game xDDD
what? are you guys trying to imitate reddit? Satire only goes so far, until you become what you're satirizing. Does changing the name of a video game make you laugh? Is that this board's sense of humor... I mean if you just want to fuck around and shit post go ahead, but theres name-fags here, i mean holy shit you spend time here wtf
>>9826920
This post is a strictly historical spiritual work
>>9826912
are you a fellow rationalist, in this putrid degenerate board full of cultural marxists and race apologists? let us defeat these plebians using our superior logical minded existence, the west shall be protected.
I haven't written in a week.
I finished my rough draft this morning before breakfast, all thats left is typing it up
Just get off 4chan, my guy
What does /litrature/ think of Will Durant's Story of Civilization?
I've read all 11 volumes over the course of several years but I never see them discussed here.
Additionally are there any recommendations for history books that pick up where Durant left off? He got to Napoleon then died. I want to know what the fuck happened in the 1800s.
i fucking love will durant to the moon and back.
also OP you'll like this, if you haven't read it yet. gets past napoleon and right up to bill clinton.
ITT we post our single favorite novel and describe briefly why it earned the title.
Mine is Steinbeck's East of Eden because it has beautiful prose, a compelling story that seldom gets lame and is long enough to immerse oneself in. Mostly great characters, too.
>>9826766
>by dad east of eden
>great american novel
>dad always liked hemmingway and faulkner and fitzgerald
>asks me why i got him it
>its a nice copy
>he dog ears it
ive given up on him
>>9826781
I don't mind dog ears. Makes a book look actually read
>>9826766
Well I'm reading Anna Karenina right now and so far it is well on track to be my new favorite -- I've never felt like literary characters were in the same room as me when reading a book before. So far it seems to me like the single book all aspiring novelists should study intensely for its craft.
But of books I've read and finished... I've read a lot of books, I have so many "favorites" that change based on my mood and taste of the week. Some of these are Under the Volcano, Ulysses, Transparent Things, Forever Flowing, The House of Seven Gables, Middlemarch, and Moby-Dick. I'm more of a poetry and drama (and film) person than a novel person.
Right now I'd say it's The Magus, which may be a bit of a boring and "plebian" choice. I would probably say that I don't enjoy the Bill and Ted quality of philosophizing throughout the book, as it's kind of embarrassing. But as far as creative craft, Fowles is exceptional in his ability to provoke the senses. It is almost impossible to read the book and not have a very clear vision of what the greek island looks like, or what the old man looks like. You feel the breeze along with the character. I'll have to reread it and figure out how Fowles achieves this so transparently.
ITT we post books that have been overshadowed by authors' more popular pieces.
The Black Obelisk by E.M. Remarque is great, but has been overshadowed by his other books, solely because they mention war and because its names sound better. Remarque looks like a meme writer because of All Quiet on the Western Front, while he actually managed to write something great.
Conrad's real masterpiece
What is the condition of your local libraries, anon?
>tfw you call the only library in town to ask whether it works 24/7 and the guy on the line doesn't know what 24/7 is
btw this library has like 50 books and all severely damaged
>Tfw every time I go to the library there's this same 20 something tard who walks around waving his hand and making moaning noises
>>9826803
Our downtown library was a mess yet it is the only library that has anything worthwhile.
>>9826660
>Grew up in a moderately sized town with a wonderful library
>Thousands of books, audio tapes, etc meticulously arranged over 3 floors
>Go to college
>The library is a disheveled mess, I wander for 30 minutes only to leave empty handed
>Family moves to the city
>The only library nearby is in the ghetto and has a shit selection
>My literacy suffers, even my greentexting looks like shit, and I discover there's no point to life.
TL:DR Terrible, resulting in my descent into the tard from Flowers for Algernon.
Why don't Anglos read Antigone?
Not just Anouilh's version, it seems any version is absent from Anglo education. What do they not like about it?
>>9826394
annoying and unaesthetic title. Anti-gone? Antihjennny? So disgusting, phase it out of our education so I won't have to put up with it
>>9826402
Maybe thats it, we should find some new title for it. Maybe call her Maddison or Jessica instead
Having read Jonathan Franzen’s melodramatic 2001 novel, The Corrections, after having recently read Postmodern tripe by William Vollmann, Thomas Pynchon, and so-called Postmodern-cum-classic prose by Don DeLillo, I wondered how in the hell anyone could think that this book was good, much less great. Yes, Franzen can hold a narrative, unlike Pynchon, David Foster Wallace, or that ilk, but it is wholly shorn of depth, gets worse as it goes- being a merely competently written melodrama, larded with stereotypes of WASPs and their WASPy pseudo-problems that morphs into a cliché-ridden sub-soap opera that is almost as bad, in its subgenre, as anything put forth by the writers named above. Franzen is wholly in the T.C Boyle and Joyce Carol Oates camp of being able to craft a narrative structure, but not one of any depth, novelty, nor interest. The book’s main characters are a Midwestern, suburban, WASP clan whose father suffers from Parkinson’s disease and dementia; a mother who hates her marriage and wishes her husband dead; an oldest son ‘bravely’ admitting his manic depression; a middle son whose career is ruined by screwing a student, then cuckolding a Lithuanian politician; and a youngest daughter coming to terms with newfound lesbian feelings; and ending with the middle son refusing daddy's request to be killed and put out of his misery.
And this is NOT an Oprah book: how?
More irony abounds in that last sentence than in any sentence in the book. Go ahead, read those character arcs. In doing so you will see that Jonathan Franzen, indeed, is writing Chick Lit with a slightly shriveled penis occasionally dangling forth so he can recoup his manhood. In a sense, this book is the micron’s length slightly better cousin to that other male Chick Lit writer of renown: Richard Russo, whose own bad soap opera, Empire Falls, won the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction the same year as Franzen’s book copped the National Book Award, thus meaning, to the general public, that these two testosteronic-leached soap operas ware the two best published works of American fiction in 2001.
Yet, let’s look at its opening paragraphs, with my unindented comments interpolated:
The madness of an autumn prairie cold front coming through. You could feel it: something terrible was going to happen. The sun low in the sky, a minor light, a cooling star. Gust after gust of disorder. Trees restless, temperatures falling, the whole northern religion of things coming to an end. No children in the yards here. Shadows lengthened on yellowing zoysia. Red oaks and pin oaks and swamp white oaks rained acorns on houses with no mortgage. Storm windows shuddered in the empty bedrooms. And the drone and hiccup of a clothes dryer, the nasal contention of a leaf blower, the ripening of local apples in a paper bag, the smell of the gasoline with which Alfred Lambert had cleaned the paintbrush from his morning painting of the wicker love seat.
ur a faget
"Franzen bad" warranted three paragraphs?