We all know the 26th president was a very well read man, but his reading list comes off as incomplete to me. The best Dickens isn't here. The majority of Twain and Poe aren't to be seen. Let's build upon ol Teddy's reading list.
>http://www.artofmanliness.com/2014/02/03/the-libraries-of-great-men-theodore-roosevelts-reading-list/
They forgot to list James Branch Cabell.
I'm having trouble finding the right word.
I want to do research on how certain phonemes effect people emotionally. For example, why does the name Sarah strike us as being softer than the name Kat? Obviously, the K and T strike is as being much harsher than the S and the H but, psychologically speaking, why?
What should I research? Phonology?
The word I was looking for was phonaesthetics, in case anyone was interested.
So, us...phonaesthetics general, I guess?
I read 3 books of The Seventh Tower when i was a kid and enjoyed them a lot. Will i ruin my memories if i decide to read the whole series?
dunno but the Keys to the Kingdom series holds up
they're fine if you tone down expectations
his abhorsen series is better and probably holds up much better.
shade's children is underrated
http://www.npr.org/sections/alltechconsidered/2016/06/27/480639265/human-or-machine-can-you-tell-who-wrote-these-poems
There is a thred about this already.
What does /lit/ think of "Tom o' Bedlam" and "Bedlam Boys"?
Tom o' Bedlam: https://www.wwnorton.com/college/english/nael/noa/pdf/27636_17th_U15_Bedlam-1-3.pdf
Bedlam Boys: http://thebards.net/music/lyrics/Bedlam_Boys.shtml
>>8214482
Favorite anonymous poem. Always loved:
I know more than apollo,
For oft when he lies sleeping,
I see the stars at bloody wars,
The wounded welkin weeping
>tfw managed to scape nihilism for some months but it came back
My life had meaning but i didnt even know it? Now im even more fucked up.
When does the ride fucking end?
>>8214304
I think you are misappropriating the term "nihilism" here. It sounds like you are just fluctuating between depressive and non-depressive states.
That isn't nihilism.
>>8214304
It means that for awhile you felt good enough not to slip into thought patterns that fit a less pleasant state of mind. Then you started feeling worse, and slipped into those thought patterns, or perhaps you slipped into them and started feeling worse as a result. It ways nothing about meaning, just how you think, thought, felt, and feel.
Inherent problem of teaching writing - good writers are good readers because they read a lot. But because of this, they have expert blindness when critiquing prose and end up not correcting it for ease of comprehension, which is an important skill for new writers to develop.
>>8213769
I recognize that, that's Rockford, right?
>>8215115
Yep, it is. You live there like me?
What does /lit/ think of my poetry?
http://strangeorbit.blogspot.com/
pretty terrible
>>8236875
Terrible as in the modern definition of "not very good," or terrible as in the archaic definition of "weighty, awe inspiring, like a peal of thunder?"
>>8236878
More like a peel of banana
How readily can /lit/ quote famous works and authors, whether single lines or entire passages?
Not only remember them, but apply them readily and appropriately?
This seems like a forgotten art, and one that could be pretty effective, in an age where people merely run-off their half-formed, feels-ridden mental abortions as if they have some sort of merit.
Sadly I'm shit at memorizing things, never mind retaining them long-term.
I can usually manage about three lines of any given piece that I wanted to memorise before I fuck up. I memorise them based on how much I like them, nothing to do with how famous they are.
Why memorise famous things anyway? Someone else will know it, I don't need to remember.
>>8236740
>Why memorise famous things anyway? Someone else will know it, I don't need to remember.
Why not? I've always liked the idea of blowing some plebs' collective socks off with a passage from Shakespeare/Goethe/etc, tactically quoted so as to utterly end an argument.
>>8236731
It helps to have a few widely applicable and memorable quotations from a wide range of authors.
Unless you've read a work in question many times, or continue to do so, it's unlikely that you'll get a lot to stick within your mind without much effort.
Right now I'm scouring Nietzsche's stuff, for example:
>• “So few people nowadays realize that one in a thousand, at most, is justified in putting his writing before the world. Everyone else who attempts it, earns as the just reward for every sentence he sees into print nothing but Homeric laughter from readers capable of true judgement – for truly, it is a spectacle for the gods, watching a literary Hephaestus limp up with his pathetic offerings.
>;
well said
>I_despise_ayn_rand.jpg
>>8236621
The novelist’s corrections appear to be more literary than scientific. In addition to suggested some rephrasing, Mr. Krauss, said, Mr. McCarthy “made me promise he could excise all exclamation points and semicolons, both of which he said have no place in literature.”
How do you feel about this unrivaled paragon of literature?
I prefer his poetry to his prose to be honest.
I like his poetry but haven't read his prose. Was thinking of picking up Kim.
>>8236383
I haven't read much of his poetry, only prose. Highly recommend Kim and Pic related.
I looked at the world it did not look at me.
I looked at the stars they did not look at me.
I looked at this girl she did not look at me.
So I looked for my life but my life couldnt see.
It was sunk in the past, lost its reality.
I had to admit I'd never live free.
>>8236326
Stars/10
>>8236326
instantly-forgotten pop trash/10
>>8236326
Linkin park lyrics/10
Before the law sits a gatekeeper. To this gatekeeper comes a man from the country who asks to gain entry into the law. But the gatekeeper says that he cannot grant him entry at the moment. The man thinks about it and then asks if he will be allowed to come in sometime later on. “It is possible,” says the gatekeeper, “but not now.” The gate to the law stands open, as always, and the gatekeeper walks to the side, so the man bends over in order to see through the gate into the inside. When the gatekeeper notices that, he laughs and says: “If it tempts you so much, try going inside in spite of my prohibition. But take note. I am powerful. And I am only the lowliest gatekeeper. But from room to room stand gatekeepers, each more powerful than the last. I cannot endure even one glimpse of the third.” The man from the country has not expected such difficulties: the law should always be accessible for everyone, he thinks, but as he now looks more closely at the gatekeeper in his fur coat, at his large pointed nose and his long, thin, black Tartar’s beard, he decides that it would be better to wait until he gets permission to go inside. The gatekeeper gives him a stool and allows him to sit down at the side in front of the gate. There he sits for days and years. He makes many attempts to be let in, and he wears the gatekeeper out with his requests. The gatekeeper often interrogates him briefly, questioning him about his homeland and many other things, but they are indifferent questions, the kind great men put, and at the end he always tells him once more that he cannot let him inside yet. The man, who has equipped himself with many things for his journey, spends everything, no matter how valuable, to win over the gatekeeper. The latter takes it all but, as he does so, says, “I am taking this only so that you do not think you have failed to do anything.” During the many years the man observes the gatekeeper almost continuously. He forgets the other gatekeepers, and this first one seems to him the only obstacle for entry into the law. He curses the unlucky circumstance, in the first years thoughtlessly and out loud; later, as he grows old, he only mumbles to himself. He becomes childish and, since in the long years studying the gatekeeper he has also come to know the fleas in his fur collar, he even asks the fleas to help him persuade the gatekeeper.
>>8236256
Finally his eyesight grows weak, and he does not know whether things are really darker around him or whether his eyes are merely deceiving him. But he recognizes now in the darkness an illumination which breaks inextinguishably out of the gateway to the law. Now he no longer has much time to live. Before his death he gathers up in his head all his experiences of the entire time into one question which he has not yet put to the gatekeeper. He waves to him, since he can no longer lift up his stiffening body. The gatekeeper has to bend way down to him, for the difference between them has changed considerably to the disadvantage of the man. “What do you want to know now?” asks the gatekeeper. “You are insatiable.” “Everyone strives after the law,” says the man, “so how is it that in these many years no one except me has requested entry?” The gatekeeper sees that the man is already dying and, in order to reach his diminishing sense of hearing, he shouts at him, “Here no one else can gain entry, since this entrance was assigned only to you. I’m going now to close it.”
brekkekekkek lmao. good one verminman
A monk asked Tozan when he was weighing some flax: "What is Buddha?"
Tozan said: "This flax weighs three pounds."
That is just illustrative. The answer to your question is five tonnes of flax.
tl;dr FREUD
shut up nerds! reading is boring! try to prove me weong.
We all know the only reason you don't read is because you don't know how to.
Reading is supposed to be boring and unpleasant, that's what makes it so patrician. If you enjoy reading you may as well just watch a harry potter mobie since you're not even challenging yourself
But I'm boring, Guy. It's only fitting.
What is it about reclusive artists that facsinates us?
Also, post your favorite reclusive writers.
The scoundrel anonymous, or, as dubbed by fans, "anon".
>us
Kek speak for yourself celeb worshipping slave
Pynchons my fav writer for sure because my fav thing in books is goofs, gags, jokes and rambunctious behavior, and his books are full to the brim of it. Every novel is like one of those novelty snake cans, you open the book & POP you get a face fulla snakes and you fall back cackling. The mad mind, the crack genius, to do it! and then you think hmmm whats he gonna do next, this trickster, and you pick the book back up and BZZZZZZZZZZ you get a shock and Hahahahahah you've been pranked again by the old pynchmeister, that card. "Did that Pynch?" he says, laughing yukyukyukyuk. Watch him as he shoves a pair of plastic buck teeth right up into his mouth and displays em for you- left, right, center- "you like dese? Do i look handsome???" Pulls out a mirror. "Ah!" Hand to naughty mouth. And you're on your ass again laughing as he snaps his suspenders, exits stage right, and appears again hauling a huge golden gong.