Is this easy to read ? vocabulary wise
>>7998471
It's not difficult. It's really straightforward.
Depends on your own vocabulary. I recommend reading it now and then reading it again in several years. You'll be surprised how much you can pick up over time
>>7998479
This.
If you don't recognize any of the words, just look them up as you go.
"How" do you take notes while reading? What do you write down? Is there a certain way of thinking involved in the way you keep your notes? What structure do you use? What kind of passages prompt you to make a note? What observations do you make? Could you give examples of notes that you made?
>>7998455
I have a weird system where I underline, sticky note, and annotate useful, beautiful, or thought provoking passages in the book. Then, when I'm finished the book, I go back through and digitize my notes, thus preserving them and the relevant quotations or observations for quick use or referral.
I had a teacher tell me at a young age to always read with a pen, search for the exigency in the piece of writing, and then have a conversation with it. His advice has followed me for fifteen years now.
I dunno. Every time I want to take notes I just get caught up in the book and forget to write anything down.
>>7998502
>search for the exigency in the piece of writing
what did he mean by this?
Are there any books which deal with making love the impossible to complete end goal and reason for living and how to practically manifest it?
I have this idea sort of sketched out but need some inspiration/better insight
>>7998424
literally every chivalric text
dudes are straight up going I DO THIS FOR YOU FAIR MAIDEN ______ and then do batshit crazy stuff because they can't fuck the Queen
>>7998429
Not what I mean m80
>>7998424
Sounds pretty close to Siddhartha, about a man trying to find enlightenment.
can you recommend any novels under 150 pages.
I dont want any fedora tier edgy novels. I just read Chess Story by Stephen Zweig and i love it
Poo by Pooer McPoo is pretty good
>>7998414
this
>>7998414
It was pretty shitty actually, so OP should enjoy it.
William S. Burroughs thread.
I've just read Naked Lunch.
It's shit isn't it
Maybe I'm just a secret edgelord but I found it hilarious start to finish
I have also only read Naked Lunch but I loved it. Which of his other novels are similar? From my understanding his work is sort of a mixed bag.
Not sure why I am posting this here but /sci/ would probably instantly shun me for being an idiot for even considering this seriously and /biz/ will not know what the fuck I'm talking about.
You guys seem to be the only ones here who actually give Marx serious consideration.
How do you justify the labor theory of value? How do you solve the transformation problem?
Do people seriously believe the labor theory of value and the way Marx claimed surplus is distributed among capitalists to get at price is actually true?
Pic related, a simple example from wikipedia https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Transformation_problem
Sam Harris
>>7998335
Are these formulas actually useful and applicable? Can someone please explain the merits of economics for me
communism is a spook
Is anyone deeply unimpressed with prescient media in fiction?
Like someone gives a speech at a public function, or someone's watching TV, or looks at a painting, and, woah, look at that, the thing they're looking at is descriptive of what's happening in the narrative! Durr hurr! That's so clever!
It seems like a really immature, brainless way to win clever points.
>>7998334
I don't think it's meant to be "clever" or even subtle, it's simply to help drive the point home desu and I think your desire to paint it as a pretention to wit only serves to highlight your insecurity in your own intelligence.
What alternative do you suggest, OP, other than simply coming out and saying in boldface exactly what the author is trying to convey?
If you think metaphors are so stupid why not just be an essayist?
Yeh, I hate this shit too. See it in tv shows as well. When the guy is doing something bad he wears a black shirt and it's white when he's doing good
Smh so hard
What are some texts written between torture and death?
>>7998203
Don Quixote was written while Cervantes was in prison.
>>7998221
as was Hitler
>>7998235
Hitler was written while Cervantes was in prison?
You must be writer.
My Retreat
Beside a spacious beach of fine and delicate sand
and at the foot of a mountain greener than a leaf,
I planted my humble hut beneath a pleasant orchard,
seeking in the still serenity of the woods
repose to my intellect and silence to my grief.
Its roof is fragile nipa; its floor is brittle bamboo;
its beams and posts are rough as rough-hewn wood can be;
of no worth, it is certain, is my rustic cabin;
but on the lap of the eternal mount it slumbers
and night and day is lulled by the crooning of the sea.
The overflowing brook, that from the shadowy jungle
descends between huge bolders, washes it with its spray,
donating a current of water through makeshift bamboo pipes
that in the silent night is melody and music
and crystalline nectar in the noon heat of the day.
If the sky is serene, meekly flows the spring,
strumming on its invisible zither unceasingly;
but come the time of the rains, and an impetuous torrent
spills over rocks and chasms—hoarse, foaming and aboil—
to hurl itself with a frenzied roaring toward the sea.
The barking of the dog, the twittering of the birds,
the hoarse voice of the kalaw are all that I hear;
there is no boastful man, no nuisance of a neighbor
to impose himself on my mind or to disturb my passage;
only the forests and the sea do I have near.
The sea, the sea is everything! Its sovereign mass
brings to me atoms of a myriad faraway lands;
its bright smile animates me in the limpid mornings;
and when at the end of day my faith has proven futile,
my heart echoes the sound of its sorrow on the sands.
At night it is a mystery! … Its diaphanous element
is carpeted with thousands and thousands of lights that climb;
the wandering breeze is cool, the firmament is brilliant,
the waves narrate with many a sigh to the mild wind
histories that were lost in the dark night of time.
‘Tis said they tell of the first morning on the earth,
of the first kiss with which the sun inflamed her breast,
when multitudes of beings materialized from nothing
to populate the abyss and the overhanging summits
and all the places where that quickening kiss was pressed.
But when the winds rage in the darkness of the night
and the unquiet waves commence their agony,
across the air move cries that terrify the spirit,
a chorus of voices praying, a lamentation that seems
to come from those who, long ago, drowned in the sea.
Then do the mountain ranges on high reverberate;
the trees stir far and wide, by a fit of trembling seized;
the cattle moan; the dark depths of the forest resound;
their spirits say that they are on their way to the plain,
summoned by the dead to a mortuary feast.
The wild night hisses, hisses, confused and terrifying;
one sees the sea afire with flames of green and blue;
but calm is re-established with the approach of dawning
and forthwith an intrepid little fishing vessel
begins to navigate the weary waves anew.
cont.
I live with the remembrance of those that I have loved
and hear their names still spoken, who haunt my memory;
some already are dead, others have long forgotten—
but what does it matter? I live remembering the past
and no one can ever take the past away from me.
It is my faithful friend that never turns against me,
that cheers my spirit when my spirit’s a lonesome wraith,
that in my sleepless nights keeps watch with me and prays
with me, and shares with me my exile and my cabin,
and, when all doubt, alone infuses me with faith.
Faith do I have, and I believe the day will shine
when the Idea shall defeat brute force as well;
and after the struggle and the lingering agony
a voice more eloquent and happier than my own
will then know how to utter victory’s canticle.
I see the heavens shining, as flawless and refulgent
as in the days that saw my first illusions start;
I feel the same breeze kissing my autumnal brow,
the same that once enkindled my fervent enthusiasm
and turned the blood ebullient within my youthful heart.
Across the fields and rivers of my native town
perhaps has traveled the breeze that now I breathe by chance;
perhaps it will give back to me what once I gave it:
the sighs and kisses of a person idolized
and the sweet secrets of a virginal romance.
On seeing the same moon, as silvery as before,
I feel within me the ancient melancholy revive;
a thousand memories of love and vows awaken:
a patio, an azotea, a beach, a leafy bower;
silences and sighs, and blushes of delight …
A butterfly athirst for radiances and colors,
dreaming of other skies and of a larger strife,
I left, scarcely a youth, my land and my affections,
and vagrant everywhere, with no qualms, with no terrors,
squandered in foreign lands the April of my life.
And afterwards, when I desired, a weary swallow,
to go back to the nest of those for whom I care,
suddenly fiercely roared a violent hurricane
and I found my wings broken, my dwelling place demolished,
faith now sold to others, and ruins everywhere.
Hurled upon a rock of the country I adore;
the future ruined; no home, no health to bring me cheer;
you come to me anew, dreams of rose and gold,
of my entire existence the solitary treasure,
convictions of a youth that was healthy and sincere.
No more are you, like once, full of fire and life,
offering a thousand crowns to immortality;
somewhat serious I find you; and yet your face beloved,
if now no longer as merry, if now no longer as vivid,
now bear the superscription of fidelity.
You offer me, O illusions, the cup of consolation;
you come to reawaken the years of youthful mirth;
hurricane, I thank you; winds of heaven, I thank you
that in good hour suspended by uncertain flight
to bring me down to the bosom of my native earth.
cont cont.
Beside a spacious beach of fine and delicate sand
and at the foot of a mountain greener than a leaf,
I found in my land a refuge under a pleasant orchard,
and in its shadowy forests, serene tranquility,
repose to my intellect and silence to my grief.
It's in hexameter I think. It's about some guy who leaves for another place away from friends and family (hence the title). It's a foreign land somewhere in asia bordering the sea. South East Asia most likely.
You can fill in the rest i'm not doing your homework for you lmaoa
I have read Aristotel, I am a men of virtue now.
Ask me anything.
>>7998096
What was it like splitting into multiple men after reading a book?
>>7998107
Why splitting into multiple men?
I am but one entity.
Apparently not a men of grammars, however.
What does lit think of this book?
>>7997929
Very entertaining and hilarious. Literally a page turner. Can't wait to read it again.
>>7997929
It's very long and very misread, almost hilariously so.
Tbh I think most people really need to have top notch note taking/organisation skills and a good amount of time to not rush.
The history of its interpretation is frankly weird and a good lesson in how vast swathes of people can be idiots.
>>7997929
I have a degree in Economics and I never read it lol
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Despite my profound memory and the vast internal archive of experiences I have available to me should I wish at any time to lucidly recall any specific moments of my life, the section of my inner library dedicated to the initial months of my existence is stocked only with a few thin volumes, their content illegible in most part, the few faded stamps on their blank opening page suggesting they have not been loaned out to my conscious mind in some time. Only a few brief, gif-like sequences remain available to my conscious thought: the sight of a black mark caused by the fall of a workman’s hammer onto the inside of the white bathtub in which I was routinely bathed inside a light green plastic wash basin; a frustrated attempt to tug down the black stockings worn by my Aunt C. while she and my mother sat on the living room floor smiling and playfully attempting to distract my curious struggle; music playing from the music station in the living room where I would bounce repeatedly into a squatted position while laughing and squeaking in delight. These sequences are remembered in no consistent order, as though my remembering them in this disjointed state reflects of my inability at the time to form the series of novel experiences with which I was greeted in the months immediately after my birth, into any coherent narrative.
>Despite my profound memory
wew
You should have just quit when you hadn't written it and it was still just a meme.
>These sequences are remembered in no consistent order, as though my remembering them in this disjointed state reflects of my inability at the time to form the series of novel experiences with which I was greeted in the months immediately after my birth, into any coherent narrative.
Don't add a comma just because a sentence is too long. The second comma doesn't work there. The passage that is separated by commas isn't an aside, either, so the sentence doesn't work without the passage. Redo this sentence.
Stop trying to use long sentences to appear smarter than you are. Long sentences are a tool that should have some kind of cumulative effect.
That entire sentence could be replaced with "I can't remember being a baby very well."
What are your favourite publishers for hardcover books?
Everyman's Library, Library of America, Knopf, Doubleday, academic presses
>>7997758
bit of a meaningless question but here are some publishers i have bought hardbacks from recently:
Taschen
TeNeues
Rizzoli
Assouline
Folio Society
What did Knausgaard mean by this?
>>7997750
it means "very complex"
Is this a good edition? Saw it jn a local bookshop for pretty cheap. Also are the Collins Classics range good quality in general?
generally below penguin but above wordsworth imo
>>7997639
What makes the difference? Just general quality of paper etc?
>>7997652
yeah m8. collins have a pretty good smell though imo, nicer than wordsworth.