books for this feeling
>>8083759
american psycho
To remedy that feeling or to induce that feeling?
>>8083765
remedy
Are these worth it?
I want to know everything that there ever was, is and will be to know.
>I want to know everything that there ever was, is and will be to know.
just read sam harris
>>8083706
Isn't he just about atheism?
>>8083701
>stops at Napoleon
I've always had a kernel of an idea for a more adult fantasy than Game of Thrones, and now that it has clearly dropped the ball in that arena, I've been determined to start writing it. I expect it to take over a decade to reach full maturation in my mind, never mind the actual writing.
What are some basic resources for learning how to turn your idea into a book? I've never done this before, but I really feel like I'm on to something, and I want a basic rundown of basic mistakes to avoid when writing.
>>8083611
Wait, youre going to spend a decade thinking about what to write?
Shit I did that as a kid. Never wrote it though because I realized it was fucking dumb.
You need to write. And fast. Just babble onto a page, violently. If it is any good, you can polish it off into a novel. If not, dont edit it and say its a new postmodernist piece, you will make even more money.
>>8083611
The problem with this is that you need much, much more than just an idea. Many people have 'good ideas', but even the most minimally acceptable execution will require very much effort. Even the authors of the simplest, 'lol i could've done that'-type novels (think Hunger Games, Harry Potter) spent pretty much their entire lives reading and writing. Regardless of intellectual quality, to get published you're going to need to reach a certain threshold, and you won't be able to do that if all you commit to it is time. You need discipline to write and read each day and every day for as long and as well as you can, and that's something that only few can keep up for more than a couple months or years.
So yeah, if you have a good idea, and you're just now starting with writing, chances are that 1. you won't finish it 2. when you finish it, it will be of poor quality or 3. by the time you have made sufficient progress with your writing and literary understanding you will suddenly find your idea worthless, cliché, or incompatible with your style.
Plot question.
Poor guy becomes rich. Hates the female world because no one gave a shit about him while being poor and because they are now fawning over him. Hires a person(was thinking guy but woman would be better IMO) to fuck up all the women that are now interested in him. Fucking up = permanently crippling. Hepatitis perhaps or staged car accident. Something that keeps a person alive.
What sort of affliction should this contractor give to the women?
Coming from a group of ugly, poor-to-rich kids (started a company together), I can guarantee you that no single heterosexual man in this whole world will ever feel any form of resentment toward the female race after they start lathering them with pussy-juice.
>>8083600
Thats nice. Now how about those ideas?
>>8083617
Fair enough. MRSA is pretty brutal and difficult to treat, and you'll have lots of ways to choose from when deciding how the disease will affect the victim. Alternatively, you could think of some parasitic infection. Naegleria is fun, as are certain types of tapeworms that lay eggs in the brain.
Is this the greatest mind of the 21st century?
>It would be spiteful
>To put jellyfish in a trifle
Get rid of em
Is this guy actually retarded or does he just pretend to be
>>8083481
He's dumb IRL, but plays it up for the cameras.
I think my prose is shit and my thoughts cliche. How do I improve?
>Moves and countermoves, a strategic rigidness binding and shackling one's ego and driving it far below into the darkest depths of one's cloudy black soul. An anomaly nonconforming or self-stereotyping out of default rather than choice. Sui generis, and all the pain it brings. So stands Mitchum, caught and trapped by the invisible, impervious chain binding one and all's both spiritual and physical plexuses. The chain considered one's own and one's alone, yet reaching all from every cynosure and vertex.
>Mitchum, a man the epitome of "ill-suited", has achieved and gained, through noble well-inculcated struggle. The fear of loss is now an obstinate, perpetuating occupant of his inner machinations. He has anthropomorphized the agent of luck as an insidious turncloack, ready to snatch at all he is worth with indiscrimination and strike not at the appearance of opportunity, but rather, adventitiously. He convinced himself a downturn in what little fortune he's rightfully earned would be an event without malice or malignancy. Instead he imagined an inevitable decay, like the weathered and battered essentiality of ruins, the destructed, and anything human yet forgotten.
Beware, everyone. This is how you write when you take yourself too seriously and try to impress, rather than having a sense of the aesthetic.
>>8083252
This so much, it just feels so tryhardy, like you open a thesaurus at random pages and shit out pretentious words.
>>8083209
Your first three sentences are unmoored from reality. They don't connect to anything, it's a series of pretentious floating shitpiles and the fact that it's right at the beginning is absolutely disgusting and puts me off the whole thing.
Which one do I get that I can use under the shower? I'm not just talking 'waterproof', I want one that I can actually use with fair functionality while the water splatters over it. Price doesn't matter.
this is not going away. help pls
None get a ziploc bag
>>8083248
i'll get your mother's remains in a ziplock bag you unhelpful piece of shit
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RmOR1I2Q-OI
this is what i listen to while i think of your death
also bump, i know there are waterproof kindles out there and i need to know which is best
What does /phil/ think of Galen Strawson?
If your answers aren't insightful, please at least type them in a British accent.
Excuse the stock picks, I'm too lazy to do them from scratch.
As a rule, which is better, penguin classics or oxford world classics?
Oxford are better in my opinion. But they are both excellent publishers.
Look at each book in isolation -- some penguins are better than their oxford partners.
Wordsworth
>>8083000
Generally, Oxford is better. But there are plenty of exceptions to that.
Why is everything I write turn out pretentious? Unless I use the vocabulary of a 15 year old, it seems as though everything I write comes from a 65 year old pious asshole smoking from a cob pipe while reading his own book.
>I'm garbage
>Example below
I was born asleep. So when I woke up on February 15th, in a small, nonchalant room, which lay in an equally small, equally nonchalant home, I was confused. Little men on elongated canoes surfed the rampant waters of the walls around me, their eyes mad with greed. The pitter-patter of raindrops assaulted the rooftop above, startling me. I rolled over on the scratchy sheets, comprised of sandpaper and steel-wool, and looked around the room for a clock. There it was, taunting me. “3:24 A.M,” it murmured, “better get up.” I sighed, knowing that the luxury of sleep would evade me for what remained of the rest of the night and, surrendering myself to the outlandish throes thereof, got out of bed. The bottom of my feet rubbed against the abrasive, hole-ridden, stiff, precariously stained carpet—if you could even call it that—and my toes yelped at the sudden offense. I slowly made my way through the uncouth, depressingly—and simultaneously mortifyingly—black hallway and into the kitchen. The sudden emergence of cold, refreshing, smooth tile was auspiciously welcomed by my feet. I opened the refrigerator door, and the sudden shine of light shot my weak, tired, and feeble body onto its rear and rendered me a helpless, blind victim of the confidently bright star that illuminated my kitchen. I slowly clambered to my feet and shut the door with a vicious slam, and though it accomplished virtually nothing, I was satisfied. Groaning, I spun around and began to pace, circumventing the living room one time… two times…. three times… four times… before finally collapsing on the floor and drifting back into the inescapable realm of sleep.
>>8082860
i like it but you're still a bit clumsy around your adjective strings. should be fine by the time you're sixty.
The problem isn't your style, IMO your writing itself isn't all that bad.
The problem is that you say nothing, your work is void of meaning. In this paragraph, for example, you got out of bed, walked to the kitchen, opened the fridge, fell down because of the light (?), and got back to bed, and pretended every step of the way was somehow a grand milestone, a point of deep philosophical reflection. In reality, we know nothing new about your character after reading this, nor are we aroused to investigate further, because the emotions you try to portray are so entirely vague, exaggerated, and cliché.
Your style is excellent but like another anon said, this paragraph doesn't say anything interesting.
If you combine your style with some interesting themes I'd definitely read your work.
I'm almost done with "Down and Out in Paris and London" and I really enjoy it. It's the first Orwell book that I read, and I'd like to read another when I'm finished with this one. I was thinking about The Road to Wigan Pier or Coming Up for Air.
Thoughts on these two ?
Have you read homage to Catalonia yet? Recommended
>It's the first Orwell book that I read
>>8082846
Forgive me, it's been a long day
Do read 1984
Hey /lit/, can you recommend books that deal with loneliness? Thanks
have you thought about starting with david foster wallace? dumb fucking bitch
>>8082795
Yeah, ya bish
Anita Brookner- Look at me
ITT: We describe normal, everyday actions in the most cryptic way possible
>>8082604
I am seated in an office, surrounded by heads and bodies.
La puerta aparece delante de mí. Un coloso orondo me espera sentado en con aire de dios displicente. Sólo distingo sus gafas y su bigote antes de bajar la mirada para ofrendar el acostumbrado sonido metálico, fría brevedad preñada de resonancias rituales. Tomo el papel que se me ofrece como testimonio de la ofrenda, lo doblo furiosamente y lo repudio sepultándolo en mi bolsillo seguido de una hilera de fieles. Comparto su callada humillación. PandapandapandapandaIgotbroadsinAtlantatwistindopeleanandtheFanta. El aire frío me vuelve a dar la bienvenida.
The primal creator is a feces-mailer.
What pieces of writing were forever seared into your memory the moment you read them?
For me it's the parts in V. where Pynchon talks about the Namibian death camps. It's so fucking vivid and such a contrast to his typically goofy self.
>>8082564
The Cana of Galilee chapter from The Brothers Karamazov
>>8082564
the sewers in this book tbqh
and the nose surgery
>And the answer, said the judge. If God meant to interfere in the degeneracy of mankind would he not have done so by now? Wolves cull themselves, man. What other creature could? And is the race of man not more predacious yet? The way of the world is to bloom and to flower and die but in the affairs of men there is no waning and the noon of his expression signals the onset of night. His spirit is exhausted at the peak of its achievement. His meridian is at once his darkening and the evening of his day. He loves games? Let him play for stakes. This you see here, these ruins wondered at by tribes of savages, do you not think that this will be again? Aye. And again. With other people, with other sons.
The whole section where they're sitting among those ruins struck me.
I have a couple of ideas of what this poem is about, but I wanted to see how you guys interpreted it just to be sure i'm not interjecting my own views.
GO, my songs, to the lonely and the unsatisfied,
Go also to the nerve-wracked, go to the enslaved-by-convention,
Bear to them my contempt for their oppressors.
Go as a great wave of cool water,
Bear my contempt of oppressors.
Speak against unconscious oppression,
Speak against the tyranny of the unimaginative,
Speak against bonds.
Go to the bourgeoise who is dying of her ennuis,
Go to the women in suburbs.
Go to the hideously wedded,
Go to them whose failure is concealed,
Go to the unluckily mated,
Go to the bought wife,
Go to the woman entailed.
Go to those who have delicate lust,
Go to those whose delicate desires are thwarted,
Go like a blight upon the dulness of the world;
Go with your edge against this,
Strengthen the subtle cords,
Bring confidence upon the algae and the tentacles of the soul.
Go in a friendly manner,
Go with an open speech.
Be eager to find new evils and new good,
Be against all forms of oppression. 25
Go to those who are thickened with middle age,
To those who have lost their interest.
Go to the adolescent who are smothered in family—
Oh how hideous it is
To see three generations of one house gathered together!
It is like an old tree with shoots,
And with some branches rotted and falling.
Go out and defy opinion,
Go against this vegetable bondage of the blood.
Speak for the free kinship of the mind and spirit.
Go, against all forms of oppression.
Nope.
"Do u ever get mad and frustrated about THINGS?"
*stops Linkin Park music*
"YEAH"
*adjusts ear gauges*
"WELL BOI MY POETRY IS FOR U"
>>8082429
i thought the poem was mocking marxists, interesting that you see it as linkin park-tier