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I haven't read any persian poetry per se, but Goethe was also fascinated by Oriental poetry, escapially the persian poet Hafis, so he made his own persian-inspired poetry, the west-east divan

If you are a german reader I recommend thus reading the w.-ö. diven
If you read persian, or are interested in persian poetry you might wanna check out Hafis

>>9644904
what Persian poets do you recommend? And what do Persian's write in? Arabic?

>>9644961

the big names are hafez, saadi, and maulana (rumi)

underrated poets include khayyam, attar of nishapur, and ganjavi

modern poets, I'd recommend ahmad shamlu and sohrab sepehri

for mythology, ferdowsi's shahnameh

persians write in the perso-arabic script. pretty much arabic with some tweaks

>>9644862
Sorry that I can't offer your a recommendation, as I don't read fiction.

>holohoax
:^)

Why are you exploring this topic?

>tfw haven't read anything by him

Where do I start

I'm russian btw

>>9644815

OP here. The 2 I quote are great, really great. They show a portrait of how poverty can be considered one of the greatest acts of violence of society against individuals.

Other stories that are wonderful are:

>Lady with a dog
>The assassination
>Ward number 6.
>The literature professor

>>9644795

bump

>>9644777
finnegans wake is ALOT better than ulysses

i wish people put in the effort to appreciate FW instead of jerking off to a novel that flatters your ego and nothing more

>>9644777
THEre are 3 already plz learn to research more better

>>9644836
no

I too am interested in critiques of Derrida that don't shriek about obscurantism.

anything that critiques heidegger

>>9644781
Isnt Derrida somehow a critic of Heidegger

Neck yourself OP.
Or not?

"should i become an hero?"

>>9644701
Are you fuckin serious mate?

>>9644670
No.

>>9644670
Yes.

He is the best poet of all time.

If you're not memeing, thanks OP

>>9644620
No im being serious. I just want this board to be able to read better because I feel like many people are like myself here, and are intelligent people but were never taught how to read, or never taught the craft of reading literature, so they're stuck not being able to tell what is innovative about a certain writer or how impressive some writer's method of demonstrating some complex truth or pattern is. So it seems to me that a lot of writing here is judged based on how well researched or theoretical it is, while there are many other more fascinating and subtle things going on, not that research or information or ideas should be disregarded as criteria or whatever.

>>9644600
The Oxford Essential Guide to Writing by Thomas Kane is basically the same kind of book, but for writing. If you read How to Read a Book by Mortimer Adler, David Lodge's book, and Thomas Kane's book, then you should be well on you way to adopting the habits and skills necessary to become comfortably /lit/.

>>9644554
Two of the greatest minds of the 21st century having a discussion? Colour me interested

>>9644554
Choochoo! Next stop: Pseud City!

Clifford LeSargent is the biggest faggot of all time.

>>9644396
jk rowling sez on twitter dumbledore is gay

>>9644401
citation needed.

>>9644414
http://time.com/4566727/j-k-rowling-dumbledore-gay-fantastic-beasts/

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>>9644345
What translation of this should I buy.

>>9644354
IDK to be honest. This translation seemed pretty good, so I'd go with pic related. There seems to be a lot of controversy on three different translations. There is a forward at the beginning of the book that talks about it.

>>9644345
Most of this is made up

There are two shapes. One is rigid and is taller than the rounder one. The images are fuzzy and monochrome. There is a subtle scream in the background, like a human kettle, some place in the distance. There are six planes of view: one supine on the ground, one directly above that, one to the right, one to the left, and one in front. The other one is behind.
There is smoke. Two pillars; slim, sexy billows from suspended rolls of paper. The air is grey and glows out of humanly warmth. It is an industrial hearth, of the Vesta of New York. Two chairs, of burned-and-cut hickory, are facing each other in responsibility. There is a taste of umami, but something more too. There are two moons out tonight. One, a sickle, the other a pale face. But there aren’t any stars out tonight.
There is the sound of machines. Conveyor belts cut the room with gritty screams. An industrial-grade chimney is coughing in the night of hour under the burning sensations of whatever was being tossed in its guts of terracotta.
I'll be doing some in depth critiques too. Kind of curious what is written on /lit/

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I'll post mine again as I did in the other thread but this time I'll do in-line critiques to help enliven the thread
>>9644347

Crack…crash…plow!
Luminance banished the shadows. It was so intense that for just a moment Anton could see his pallid palms blur with the milk-white radiance. Then it died as quickly as it came, consigning the chamber to the quaver of candlelight.
Anton had been waiting in this chamber before the show even started. And he would continue to wait, he feared, until long after it ended. Thus it was with an obnoxious sigh that he shifted to the other side of the divan, where his rump had yet to groove the cushion. The whole time he stared expectantly at the man on whom his hopes relied: Ali Shah, Chief of Kabyles.
Flanked by two tribesmen, the lion-faced chieftain struck a rigid pose from his balcony. He kept his back turned on Anton while studying the crowd that congested his innyard. Many had flocked to the enclave for an unobstructed view of the fireworks. But if Ali Shah and Anton could agree on anything, it was that pretty lights in the sky were no source of wonder. Beyond that, their minds seemed worlds apart. So to bridge those worlds, Anton loudly cleared his throat for the dozenth time - only to be thwarted by the next blast.
Crrrack!
Such was the clamor that it rattled Ali’s songbirds into a wing-flapping frenzy. Brightly-plumed feathers gusted from the cage as it swung like a pendulum beneath the balcony’s archway. One feather even caught Anton in the throat, causing him to cough in earnest for once.
The leonine chieftain tossed a cloth over birdcage as if it contained an undesirable meal.
At the moment Anton felt much like the birds. But unlike them, he refused to quit squawking. He spoke in a tone he always found too nasally, “I’m afraid my stay here is wearing my patience thin.”
For the first time, Ali deigned to look at Anton. His eyes were ovoids of amber. His voice was a war-drum. “Then you can leave. The door is that way.”
Anton was almost cowed – almost. But he was ever one to persist. How else could he have gotten this far from… them? “You know as well as I that it’s not this room to which I refer. I want out of Algiers, not just your enclave. How much longer must I wait?”
Ali examined his nails for an insufferable moment. To him eye contact seemed a chore. “Be at ease. We have already done our part thus far. Is your safety in Algiers not assurance enough?”
Anton sighed so wide that he dislocated his jaw. He massaged it back into place, feeling just how sharp his cheekbones had become. More and more, this place was entombing him “I paid for Damascus, not Algiers.”
“And to Damascus we shall take you. Your ship arrives in a week, if all goes accordingly.”
A week; a month; a fortnight. Always, always with the empty promises, and with each one came a different excuse.

(1/?)

I had this published in a Lit journal at university.

***

A bird birded in the birdbath. We are all of us brothers. Avery watched his idiot father walk down the sidewalk, off to work. The sky was dark and ominous.

'This is the fifth morning in a row I've woken up without an erection.'

Odysseus, lying beneath the windowsill, stared dumbly.

'Fucking cats never listen. I told you, I am having trouble erecting. And what do you do? You sit there, catting like a fucking cat.'

Suddenly the earth disappeared, an de everyone died horribly.

The next morning, Avery received a letter from his grandfather in Argonne. It read: "This war is not awesome. Did the jews invent televisions yet? Tell your grandma I'm too old to be fighting her wars."

A screaming came across Avery's purview. The bird in the birdbath was eviscerated. Blood and innards were strewn across the back deck, which Avery could see from his window.

'Finally,' he whispered.

>>9644310
Well I can tell you that you should start the first one or the last one because those two are shorter reads

>>9644310
Read Conrad last; Literary Fiction

>>9644310
They are all good, read in whatever order you want

Is there anything you've ever thought was amazing and revelatory? If so, take it and apply perspective. If not, you'll never know.

>>9644271
Because thy were correct

>>9644271
Because, like all good science fiction, it was describing a process already in action in society. As such, people reading it and familiar with this process thought "what a good description of this process".

And I suppose Cyberpunk also appealed, and continues to appeal, to the self-proclaimed teen and tween rebels of the world. Everyone wants to believe they're enlightened, unlike all those other cogs and proles.

>>9644260
Anything by Jung

Hamlet. And this isn't ironic either, there is literally no better answer.

mein kampf

because you need to go back to pol