Here's the pastebin if you don't want to use the two JPEGs:
http://pastebin.com/YAzfisKN
Tell me why it's shitty, tell me how to make it less shitty, tell me i look like a potato
>>8466861
>>8466862
Ok forgot about third page...
3/3
shamless self bump
Can you help me with an idea for a short story?
Thanks
>>8466769
What bugs you about society? What bugs you about yourself? What do you believe in, spiritually? And what genre?
One word for each will suffice
>>8466769
write a story about a man arriving on a mountain peak, only to find an exact replica of the mountain at the top, peak to peak, with a bear sitting in the middle, asking him if he's the chosen one, and whether or not he is ready to decide.
>>8466772
>black men
>my penis size
>darwinism
>hyperrealism
have you ever written a poem or story for someone AND given it to them? how did they respond? was it hard for you to do?
>>8466748
no, but my friend wrote a poem for a girl that went like this:
"I would love to twiddle your cliddle,
if every you were so inclined
with my rumplestilksin I'd like to fiddle
and that fiddle is well defined
So I'd like to clap your bat
and you to be my girlfriend
if you'd perchance be into that
for this poem is at an end"
she never talked to him again and she's scared to be alone. he claims that he was just humor that went over her head. for reference, he's 300 pounds
>>8466748
I've written a few things for my curremt GF
Here's the most recent:
To love a leaking faucet is to love an open door.
The silent drip-drip of the nozzle
As it puddles on the floor.
The noisy creaking of the hinges screams for my attention.
Though dark may make a child wince
I shut it with conviction.
The tools a’come and out they hop to find a dripping pipe.
With many bolts, a bucket, mop:
A bond is turned too tight.
A day has passed and now my towels have no use.
The light is lit throughout the night
And sleep has ‘come obtuse.
No longer do I feel a need to scowl at the hunger.
The faucet water tastes a’fowl
And food’s for those who slumber.
To love a leaking faucet is to love an open door.
Without the drip-drip of the nozzle
I’m a puddle on the floor.
I haven't given it to her yet but I'm going to on Monday.
>>8466793
Fpbp
I want to practice my penmanship and writing abilities, so i have been thinking about sending letters and other stuff but the thing is that i don't know anyone outside my city.
Is there any place where i can find people from other countries to write and talk about literature?
What is your experience with this /lit/?
International mail too expensive
>>8466738
write to your family members, nitwit. send your grandma a letter or two a month.
Can /lit/ write a better foreword to Demian than James Franco?
>I remember reading Demian for the first time. It was the beginning of summer, I had turned nineteen in April, and I was working at a café on the UCLA campus, selling deli sandwiches, microwaved pizza, cheap Mexican hash, and glistening Chinese. I had spent the previous school year studying English literature but had recently taken the plunge into the raging sea of film acting and was freshly making my way through the tide pools of acting school. I had not auditioned for the UCLA theater program and thus had been forced to take classes in the Valley, and just before the spring quarter at UCLA had ended I decided to devote myself full time to acting. My parents didn’t object, saying only that they would support me as long as I studied at the university, but if I wanted to be an artist I had to find my own way.
>Working at the north campus eatery, I was serving the students who once had been my classmates. My boss was a graduate student with a shaved head except in two spots that he dyed red and gelled into six-inch horns. I’ll call him Bill. I remember liking Bill if only because he was closer to my age than any boss I’d ever had, but he was still a boss. I was working to support my dream (one of a few) to become a film actor, and my employer looked like the devil.
>On my breaks I read plays by O’Neill, Tennessee Williams, Shaw, Ibsen, Chekhov, and anyone else who might help me understand my chosen profession. It turned out that the grinding aspect of the job was not Bill’s constant watch as I loaded meat and mustard on sandwiches or scooped chili rellenos from the tin, depending on the day of the week; it was the boredom. I know now that I learned much about responsibility, dedication, and service from that humble job, but back then I had dreams of grandeur. I had left school in order to become the best actor in the world, and here I was, back on campus serving the very people who had been inviting me to frat parties a few months prior. I seemed to have taken five steps backwards, and the fact that I had left a top-rated university to join an army of hopefuls trying to break into a famously competitive industry often seemed like a fool’s quest.
>On the wall next to the pizza service section was a framed photo of an elderly Marlon Brando being led by a man in a suit and a football helmet through a throng of photographers and gawkers. I’m pretty sure it was taken around the time of Brando’s son’s murder trial, but it inspired me as I served the slop: Brando was the pinnacle of film acting, and his picture was a reminder of the great tradition I hoped to be a part of.
>After a couple months I started reading Demian. I’m not sure if there was a connection, but one day, without warning, I hung up my apron and walked out the back, never to return. I had planned to work that day, so once taking my exit I didn’t know where to go. With Demian folded in my pocket, I headed into Westwood, full of the passion of what I had done. On the edge of campus I ran into one of my former classmates, a girl I once had flirted with, sunning herself on the grass. I told her what had happened, but it didn’t seem to register. I felt like I had taken another step away from a conformist life and another step toward artistic freedom, but, talking to her, I sounded to myself like I was an immature kid who had quit his job.
>At a café I jumped back into Demian, and I felt like I was understood again. Emil Sinclair, the narrator, is also on a search. His vacillation between good and bad, between expected pursuits and his own artistic path, seemed to mirror mine. Like so many young people in the ninety years since its publication, I felt like Hermann Hesse was describing my own interior and exterior struggles. Sinclair had Demian to help guide him, but I had yet to find my artistic mentor. Instead I had the book.
>Demian became my Demian, a voice I could listen to and contemplate as I tried to find my way from childhood to adulthood and into the world of art. Of course there were many turns in the road ahead — I would get a job at McDonald’s, get work as an actor, grow to hate much of the work I did, expand my artistic horizons (Hesse became not just a writer but also a celebrated painter) — but reading Demian was an important step in the direction of a life that resonated with my ideals.
>>8466733
>skim first paragraph: my diary desu
>skim second paragraph: still my diary desu
>skim next two: still his fucking diary desu
is this for real?
>>8466750
Yes. Here's the original cover he made for the edition too
Daily reminder that Anselm literally did nothing wrong.
>>8466727
he was just annoying
>>8466737
Yeah, pedophiles get on my nerves too sometimes, but hey, we can't all be Prince Charming, eh?
When does self humiliation become narcissism?
I'm on a mission to produce the worst book ever conceived, and I need some help doing it.
It's based off generations of a single family, so if any one wants to suggest any scenarios/situations for a particular generation, that's cool.
>>8466650
a generation where everyone has as a hobby cleaning glass bottles and you start describing with autistic detail how they do it for 200 pages.
>>8466661
Just a heads up, I'm an awful writer.
>>8466650
It should end with "turns out it was all just a dream."
Is there any thinker alive today as interesting and captivating as Nick Land? The breadth of his though is just astounding. I honestly think he will be remembered as the great philosopher of our era.
I wish the Alt Right had a single philosopher who was actually intellectually consistent, and not just using sophistry to dream of a world where they rule as kings.
>>8466632
This has literally nothing to do with Nick Land.
What is his philosophy about?
How important is it to practice mathematical problems/mathematics overall besides reading and writing to exercise intelligence?
>not posting mayli
you had one job
>>8466586
I cannot believe how incredibly huge that woman's hand is
>>8466586
who is this dick dragon?
why its so bad to read on a computer?
Your eyes will get masturbated
>>8466520
the refresh rate, radiation, and how bright it is maybe.
>>8466520
I'm on my 33th book this year and I just download and read on my desktop. Because I'm not a whiny faggot.
WRITERS, GET IN HERE.
Who is actually producing work tonight? Screenshot or GTFO
> Chapter One
Literally nothing else.
Also, clean your shit.
>>8466483
It's dirty from work. If you can take the time to notice the smudges you can look at the page and word count in the lower left hand corner.
>>8466483
Also I'm doing last minute editing before I hand it over to my editor.
yes or no?
It's more of a masterpiece in the comic medium.
From Hell is a literary masterpiece though.
>>8466439
but i often see the general consensus be that Watchmen is the greatest graphic novel of all time?more so than From Hell
Who must be read before one takes on the Žiž-man?
marx,hegel, lacan
The greeks
The answer is alwas the greeks
>>8466388
I'd say that google docs drive that's been floating around is your best bet
There is nothing in life more powerful than this piece of fiction. It is still the final and the greatest expression of human thought, the most bitter irony that a human is capable of expressing; and if the world came to an end and people were asked somewhere there: ‘Well, did you understand anything about your life on earth and draw any conclusion from it?’ a person could silently hand over Don Quixote. ‘Here is my conclusion about life. Can you condemn me for it?
>>8466375
Ok Quiotefags, calm down. You're blowing things out of proportion here. You're going to turn /lit/ off to a good book with your shameless, excessive meming.
This is coming from a Spaniard.
have you guys tried Orlando Furioso yet? what a hoot. It's fun to think of Quixote reading this stuff and taking it seriously. Morgante by Pulci looks neat too.
>>8466662
Do you know who wrote OP's text?
Dosto.
>i'm a big fan of hunter s. thompson
>>8466367
what's wrong with this?
>>8466401
>>8466367
>I post dead jokes