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>>9284569
Ye

>>9284569
>that poetry of Ahab finally discovering the white whale in the "Chase" Chapters toward the end.

i cry every time at its beauty

Can some kind anon suggest any other book that comes close to this monomania?

Dude WTF!???!!

Fucking SPOILERS HELLO?

1984 is more poignant now than ever.

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>>9284438
Didn't Orwell admit that 1984 and Animal Farm were just as much a critique of Western "democracies" as they were of Stalinism and Marxism.

>>9284445
Nope. Exclusively Marxism.

You described the NEET lifestyle, not the /lit/ lifestyle.

Well....I'm about 50 grand in defaulted student loan debt, have only been out of rehab about 10 months, haven't even been able to find a job at a gas station or grocery store, have literally less than a dollar to my name at the moment, and am totally supported by my domineering mother.

I just got informed that one of my stories will be published this summer....so...I guess this is all pretty /lit/

>>9283380
Congrats on the publish, guy!

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Brehn's "Ohrbonko" or something.
Interesting read, though you can tell the author's a woman

>19
>USA
>Portrait by Joyce

I liked the first chapter but the second is kinda meh. The stream of consciousness thing he's going for is rough. I liked it better in To The Lighthouse.

>21.
>Australia.
>Life and Fate.

God tier.

It's criminally underrated. It's like War and Peace but set in WWII and a lot sadder.

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plz no bully

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>>9272600
1/2
I fucking hate fire-spitters. You know them? Those cunts at carnivals “breathing” fire, usually a Spaniard or some such. It’s something about their showmanship, their daring, their cockiness. There’s a curse on my tongue whenever I see a fire-spitter. I’ll spot one by chance - “Pulsa diNura,” I’ll say. And I’ll try not to get in his way; he’ll try not get in way of mine. Those accursed bunch, forever walking as though they’ve got a large phallus obstructing them. Always giving off the impression that their long dicks are forcing them into some constant, peculiar shuffle. It’s always at a public space I see them shuffle like big-dicked cockroaches, at night of course, also I’d like to add, when it’s least expected. Pulsa diNura. I see one now. I glimpse the signature shuffle, the dreaded-ponytail, tied up with brown elastic. The black slacks, too, they’ve always got those on. And that red, tight singlet, which is made in such a way as to show every tribal tattoo on his upper body. I wish my death curse.
I wish that some tragic mistake might unfold. The fire-spitter inhales a little too quickly, perhaps this time he forgets to release the gasoline in the proper, sudden fashion - thus, he creates a backfire. His arm reaches up, it’s some unconscious reaction installed into the harddrive of his muscle memory, and it just so happens to be the arm attached to the hand holding onto the igniter. Gasoline, already anticipating the igniter and what will come next, swills around his mouth. He feels it has gone down completely, into the throat. Panic ensues. That’s a given. He might try to scream but won’t. There’s more shocking realisations for him to face. It’s gone down the wrong way too. The feeling of swallowing water the wrong way pales in comparison to swallowing gasoline the wrong way. Then that pales in comparison to, well… it going up in flames. The igniter touches his lips, which are predictably smeared in an invisible film of fuel, and the fire trails inside. First they’ll have to slip through those brittle human teeth. They make a terrible barrier, the fire will enter sooner or later. Of course, the fella has been coughing this whole time. How could he keep his mouth shut? The flames lick up like a horse might rear up before a dash, unseen to everyone due to its immense speed. Then they race inside the man’s face.

>>9272674
2/2
No one can help him now. Not really. Apparently you can feel the heat and the fireball get sucked into your airways as it happens. Once someone suggested that it’s like eating food that’s far too hot and it burns your lungs as it goes down. Maybe. That’s nothing more than an uneducated guess. What I do know is this: There’s this involuntary gasp the fire-spitter makes at that moment, they never fail to do it, as if to help the fire on its way down. Imagine a hefty, pleasant breeze pushing a bushfire further on, towards farmhouses and hillsides, to gather in size and hunger. The fire-spitter has reached full zenith, a transformation of sorts, now his entire chest is filled with gasoline burning at over 100 degrees Celsius. A proper fire-spitter now! Now his veins pump lava! What an attraction!
Too bad no one pays to see carcasses. At least, we do not admit it openly. This carcass is admittedly peculiar though, it being cooked from the inside and all. Maybe it’s more like a strange, reversed cremation. Yes, that’s it. Especially when they try cough and sputter out all the ash before finally keeling over. Let Mother Fire take its course, yes, that's a good boy. It’s like an urn that won't sit still!
Sometimes, it’s because a certain someone replaces their fire-spitter-juice with, say, ethanol. Results are not immediate. The ethanol acts just as well as his previous fuel. Pulsa diNura. Boom. Tsss. Burn.

>>9294116
Mostly, modernity was a project towards creating a metropolitan account of reality.
Post-modernity is what became when people lost faith in such an account being possible

>>9294140
By account you mean...perception?

>>9294399
In a way, more so a narrative.
Like when two people come together and explain how they view the world and its problems.
Modernity was an attempt where writers and intellectuals attempted to abstract from the particular traditions and backgrounds through reconciling their contradictions and fallacies towards a more alienated and rational understanding of the world.

Yeah man, totally. Literally everyone now a days would disagree with you. Only we at 4chan agree what you're saying.

He's laughing at me...

I agree with NAbokov

this shit is more evident in cinema too nowadays

Yes I gave my little brother The Fall of Reach.

>>9294025
Did he enjoy it anon?

>>9294013
>4chan
>Having sex
>Having sex in exchange for a book
>Having sex in exchange for a book with your girlfriend
HAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

>>9293929
48 Laws of Power is how you get to be Chaotic Evil

>>9293929

The Bible

>>9293932
Here's your (You) and the mandatory tip of the fedora.

They're looking at their phones, shooting a glance at the other and the road every once in a while.

>>9293940

this

>>9293920
skyrim mods

Pretty much all of the characters in the movie are real people speaking their real thoughts. Check out the transcript with the names of the people.

http://wakinglifemovie.net/

>>9293868
>Dont believe in reality
What do you mean?
Pessoa, maybe?

It's a terrible movie aimed at young teenagers who just discovered weed and think they're discovering deep philosophical truths when in actual fact they're giggling at squirrels. Please go away.

Was Pushkin a feminist?

Pushkin was a big black cuckolding bull, the envy and bane of native Russians and the delight of wedded and unwedded aristocratic Russian ladies.

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>>9294406
pic related: the french toreador.

>>9293724
bump

>>9293724
sadly, I only have an actual copy.

Its pretty good! His piece on the actual International Zone in Morroco is very enlightening and makes sense of his fictional version in Naked Lunch and other books. He talks about how all of the foriegners in the international zone were essentially stuck there for one reason or another, and they all had "cons" to pull on tourists and friends alike

Good luck finding it!

>>9293780
It's only on sell for $12 on amazon, sadly can't afford it, cause
>polish
>broke

>>9293575
If there's one thing I've learned in all of my time on /lit/, it's that everybody has an opinion, and you never know what is going to be under that (you).
That's two things, I know, but I just write like that, its a stream of consciousness kind of thing, you know?
People say some crazy stuff on this image board, but no amount of absurd opinion could have prepared me for what one anonymous poster replied to my thread. I'd seen it a million times before, but I'd never been on the receiving end, and reading it, I looked inward and saw it to be true.
That one faithful (you) that changed my life, brought me out of hiding and pain and compensation.
That one frightful sentence.
That one faint light invited me into the chasym of my psyche.
That one post;
"OP is a faggot"
"Fucking pseud"
OK, that's two posts, but I just write like that.

Two disgusting ugly niggers rolled up in their Jeep Cherokee in front of the mysterious mansion where they hoped to find their destiny. The niggers had recently discovered magic by experimenting with occult forces, and as a result they had radically reevaluated their nigger lifestyles. Neither was satisfied any longer with being a mere nigger. Jamal for his part was convinced that a great cosmic chain of being united all things, in a hierarchical emanation outward from God, and that to reascend the hierarchy and unlock their true potential they had first to become white, for their shit skin was nothing but the mark of evil, base matter. Trayquan sympathized with Jamal's esoteric mysticism and its baroque array of ivory-white angelic beings, but he was a materialist at heart. He too rejected his outward nigger form but only insofar as it masked the true potential that lay underneath, in man's true form: his skeleton.

>>9293588
So Trayquan saw it, that their newfound ideologies might find the same end, via same means.
They would both be bone white.
Trayquan had seen the face of god, not as ocular hallucinatory symbol or in his mind's eye, but in the form of the HIV virus ravaging his younger sister, Feliciaty'bae'nique, only 11 years old, and Jamal's girlfriend.
Such is how they had met.
Jamal was emaciated and a full blown AIDS patient by now, and with his new wisdom, Trayquan had connected the dots, countless on Jamal's right arm but only so far in the single digits on Feliciaty'bae'niques left.