Opinions?
>>8032048
I'm not sure what this is.
>>8032048
>Has anyone on /lit/ read this?
no
Please confine all John Green hate to this thread. Post quotes and shit if ya want. Anything minor that doesn't need its own thread should go here. Anything major should go here as well, frankly. Just as long as it's a meme & it's supreme, it's welcome here, ya hear? Treat this thread like the orphanage you were sent to when your mom abandoned you on the street.
C'mon guys, admit it, we may hate him on the inside but we all know he's our secret mascot.
>>8031745
I hate other people so much.
Is he a historian or a bad girl tween romance writer?
How do Americans feel about her? Is this caption true? Any writer who are much better on her topics?
Nigger
least deserving nobel prize winner
>>8030904
She's good bait on /lit/
>Chapter starts with:
>"to say x was having a bad day would be an understatement."
name 1 book that does this
>>8030832
>thread posts start with:
>"name 1 book that does this"
>>8030852
name2thread that does this
Opinions on this book and on black literature in general.
That book was literal trash.
Black literature in general is mostly focused around dindus or "muh racism." There was a black literature thread in here in the past, and pretty much every single good book boiled down to those two concepts.
>>8030797
>Black literature focuses on black people and racism
I mean the racism part is arguably not the only thing they could be talking about but why the fuck would you call it black lit if it wasn't about black people.
are you dumb. read gloria naylor you stupid faggots.
Since some Stormfag /pol/tard has started a thread on "essential nationalist literature" I thought it a good idea to have a thread on essential anarchist *fiction*. There's plenty of great anarchist political science, and I'm sure we've all read Conquest of Bread, ABCs of Anarchism, God and the State, and so on. I'm more interested in seeing whether there's any good anarchist, anti-nationalist *fiction* which I've missed reading.
My list of essential anarchist fiction:
- The Dispossessed by Ursula K. LeGuin
- The entire Elric saga by Michael Moorcock, as well as his Nestor Makhno alternate history stories like The Steel Tsar
- V for Vendetta (the graphic novel) by Alan Moore
- Good Omens by Terry Patchett and Neil Gaiman; not sure if people would consider it explicitly anarchist, but it's definitely humanist and anti-authoritarian
(Please don't post any Ayn Rand crap here. There is no such thing as "anarcho-capitalism." Capitalism is classist, and anarchism has no social classes by definition.)
Sadly, there isn't too much anarchist fiction of which I'm aware.
Unless you're cool with egoism, in which case you could probably say a lot of sword & sorcery fantasy is up that alley. People just doing whatever the fuck they want and sticking it to the man.
Heinrich von Kleist - Michael Kohlhaas
http://www.nytimes.com/2016/05/11/opinion/if-philosophy-wont-diversify-lets-call-it-what-it-really-is.html?_r=1
what do u think /lit/?
>>8026492
Complete and utter nonsense.
By the way, The Stone in general is a haven for pseudo-philosophy. Avoid.
Trash.
Academics are trash though, so it's not surprising. They think they are forward thinkers for embracing the death of european culture, it's basically the world against european thought.
>Current year.
>He can not study the metaphysical implications of goodpussy.
Diversity please!
Can we have a Portuguese literature and Portuguese critic thread? If yes, just post your work and offer criticism.
Also, I have a question for the Anons who work with poetry:
I have heard many theorists say that the greatest verse metric of our language is the decassílabo, the meter on wich, as you know, Camões wrote Os Lusíadas. However, whenever I pause to ponder on how inferior our poets are (in general, with exceptions, of course) when we compare them to the poets of the English language, I often come to the conclusion that, because English have shorter words and, therefore, can accommodate more thought and imagery into a single poetic line, they usually have more space to work when they write poems. Just do an experiment if you do not believe me or don’t understand what I am saying: try to translate a Shakespearean sonnet into Portuguese, but keep the 10 syllable metric of the decassílabo: you won’t be able to do that, no matter how much you try – the English lines simply accommodate much more words and thoughts.
So, facing this problem, I was thinking: shouldn’t we make of the 12 syllable line meter our top poetic metric? I think we should use more of the Alexandrino (or dodecassílabo) than the decassílabo, and consequently have more space to work with thoughts and imagery.
>>8025047
Will post some stuff to get the thread going:
Por tantas vezes
Já vi, cheirei, provei a guerra que
Os órgãos da sensibilidade em meu cérebro
Estão todos curtidos, todos secos.
O demônio vagou por sobre a Terra
E entre suas pegadas me arrastei.
Vi homens possuídos pela fome
De matar: o crepúsculo da mente,
Quando todos os lobos saem da toca
E em esquilos e lebres a empatia
E o raciocínio minguam, quando os corações
Em frutos de saliva e dentes apodrecem.
Nos rostos enrugados pela fúria
Espumava o animal, o lodo, a besta,
O macaco: nas frontes entortadas
Em maremotos faciais reacendiam-se
As memórias caninas de uma raça
Comedora de sangue, essa peluda
Reincarnação das eras de leis mudas.
E então, em meio à luta, o fumo, o som
O sangue, a cólera, eu parava, olhava
Para o lado, e nos via, e éramos,
Nós todos, canibais.
>>8025263
KUMORI: Parasitas jamais nos roubam de nós mesmos,
Embora se alimentem do que somos.
Podem até sugar as pulsações
De nossos corações rumo ao silêncio,
Mas jamais serão nossos corações;
A sanguessuga que bebe o bater
De nossos peitos pode até engordar
Em víbora, mas não vai ulcerar
A pérola de um cerne honrado e digno
Em cabeça-de-peixe apodrecida.
Você é doce, gentil, vivaz, valente,
E o monstro de seu pai não teve forças
Para plantar um só fragmento sujo
De si mesmo em você.
-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x
YOKO: Fico confusa
Ao pensar nele: é meu pai, e eu devia
Amá-lo, ou sentir pena de seus crimes,
Porém a imagem dele, quando irrompe
Em minha mente a enseba apenas com
Fedor de raiva e medo, e nada mais.
O estupro é uma das obras-primas da violência,
É aquilo que aprendemos a esperar
De Monstros, mas quando seu próprio pai
É quem comete o crime, e numa idade
Na qual ele é ainda o seu herói,
Seu protetor...É como se o seu Deus,
Que você crê tê-la criado com afeto
Infinito, voltasse agora apenas
Para colher seus órgãos como frutos
Quentes, eviscera-la ainda viva
E você, cega, confundisse cultivo
Com amor: que selvagem decepção,
Frustração visceral! É quase como
Ver Deus rachar os céus, rasgar as nuvens
Para buscar você, a sua filha,
Mas não para abraçá-la e confortá-la,
Mas perfurá-la com o espinho de um relâmpago
Por várias horas, rindo da tortura,
Assim como o menino mais cruel
Da aldeia quando encontra um pobre sapo e passa
A picá-lo com um palito ou farpa.
O anjo azedou-se num fauno.
Eu pensava, ao olhar para meu pai:
“Eu achava que dentro de você
Havia tanto amor, tanta alegria,
Tanta beleza...Tola, fui tão tola!
Eu devia saber que você era vazio,
Ou melhor, que era uma caverna escura e fétida,
E sua alma uma gorda salamandra,
Sem consciência, compaixão, carinho
E apego, mas apenas fome cega”.
>>8025266
HARUT: Vou renascer em chamas como a fênix*,
Que possui gratidão e amor maiores
Do que a mãe que dá a luz ao seu bebê,
Sabendo que naquela vidazinha
Que ali chora, vestida com seu sangue,
Jaz a origem de seu amor mais forte,
O ímã e razão de seu viver;
Sim, serei como a fênix, que supera
Esse amor, pois a si mesma da à luz.
Após morrer devora o próprio corpo:
Em rubi espumoso ferve o sangue;
Em novo trigo a carne idosa queima:
O grisalho falcão de cinzas morre
Em águia de ouro, que o próprio sol cega.
-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x
Porém eu me pergunto: mesmo vivos
Nós não estamos sempre sós? E se
Toda a jornada da existência não
Passa de um exercício e treino brando,
Um ensaio adoçado e diluído,
Aulas diárias na arte de partir
Para que, com a solidão da morte,
Nós nos acostumemos, pois nascer
É naufragar em ilha abandonada.
Estamos exilados, todos nós,
Na solidão de nossos próprios cérebros.
Um arquipélago composto por
Bilhões de mentes: eis a humanidade;
Incalculáveis grãos de vida e flocos
De existências que foram salpicados
Sobre golfos sem fundo e mar de abismos –
A distância e mistério intransponível
Entre o tu e o eu. Nós estamos todos
Presos em nossa própria mente e espírito;
Somos ilhas que podem meramente
Ser espiadas, nunca visitadas;
A geografia interna só é tocada
Por telescópios; eus nunca se fundem.
Palavras, gestos, atos: são o odor
E os sons de nossos âmagos, mas nossos
Âmagos, não há quem possa explorá-los
Que não nós mesmos: nossa selva é apenas nossa.
A nossa própria pele é uma perene
Cela insolúvel, pois o eu não tem
Portas, apenas a ilusão de portas.
Who are /lit/s favorite people? You can have up to two per thing. Ill start:
Philosopher:
Kierkegaard, Kant
Political Writer:
Rousseau
Fiction Writer:
Dostoevsky, Goethe
Poet:
Herrick, Blake
Musician:
Chopin
Artist:
Friedrich
>>8024968
Philosopher: hegel, james
Poet: whitman, Blake
Don't think I could decide on just 2 for the other ones desu.
>Kierkegaard, Wittgenstein
>...
>Kafka, Dazai
>Milton, Keats
>Bach, Strauss (classical)
>Bjork, Siouxsie (cont)
>Grimshaw
>>8024968
Philosopher:
Kant, Nietzsche
Political Writer:
Machiavelli, Brecht
Fiction Writer:
Faulkner, Beckett
Poet:
Eliot, cummings
Musician:
JS Bach
Artist:
Goya
>tfw no qt fwb to interview you
do you think deleuze and guattari ever bonked?
>>8013933
They tried to think beyond phallic, Oedipal sexuality so if they did it was probably wild.
I read this and it wasn't that bad. I kinda like it. pretty entertaining.
Tell us what other books you like. Then we can truly judge your level of plebiness.
unrelated, why the FREAKIN CRAP do all modern books have ugly 10-minutes-in-photoshop covers?
>>8037059
that's really good to know
thanks for sharing matey
here's a picture of a cute bunny for ya
>>8037071
i'd like to know this too
Do you guys enjoy Charles Bukowski? I really like how he's kind of a scumbag and hopeless, but at the same time kind of friendly and comfortable
>>8036464
what did he even write which is notable
everybody always speak how he is like a hobo or something like that instead of discussing hios works
>>8036630
Some book called Ham and Cheese or something, idk
Most of his poetry his highly enjoyable. His fiction is not bad either, although it can be repetitive thematically and stylistically.
Characters that change, that grow in personality, who learn things... Is this a worthwhile premise for a sci-fi novel?
>>8036304
gtfo nigger
>>8036304
If done right but its sci-fi so you're already wrong. Sci-fi is more about world building, spooky plot, or 2deep4u messages, not character development.Don't rely on other peoples opinions for your novel, work on your novel and submit it for publishing. If you like it, do it.
>>8036304
that's basically the plot of heinlein's double star :^)
Just finished this.
Should never read another book ever again? Nothing will top this.
>>8036299FiniteJest
have you read war and peace, OP?
>>8036319
Of course.
So, I'm not sure exactly were to go with this so here i am.
Can anyone tell me the possible significance of "There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy."
Along with a red rose? Color of the rose is important, but not terribly so.
Quote is from Hamlet
>Pic wildly unrelated, but i giggle at it.
>"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,Than are dreamt of in your philosophy."
It means that full scale and depth of the real world can never ever be truly conveyed in ideas/philosophy. Those things are just theory that spring from our own limited perspective of things.
>>8036239
Do your own fucking homework.
>>8036297
more of a riddle from a friend, chill your shit
>implying its not summerfag season