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why the fuck is this board obsessed with gender so much? it's worse than /pol/ and jews

goddamn fucking go back to /r9k/ if you just want to complain about women. just because you post a pic of an writer doesn't make your permavirgin complaining lit related you goddamn manchild

>>7808670
based as fuck

>>7808670
yes, women do things for attention, get over it jesus baka senpai

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Yeah let's talk about Anthropology and Stirner OP.

>>7808662
this is not stirner

Neanderthals were the ultimate spooks and I think Stirner understood that deep down, despite ascribing to a very Homo erectus worldview

It's only funny if you know the context behind it though.

who is roger scrotum
why is a monk trying to use heat to inflict wounds upon him
how does this 'hilary' figure tie into all this ruination

Scruton wrote some pro-Tobacco pieces while working for a Cigarette company.

"HAHAHHAHAH HE IS WRONG ABOUT EVERYTHING NOW!!1"

It's really wonderful to see hack intellectuals like Monk STILL grasping at straws like this.

What the fuck is "people prose"

>>7808597
Purple prose

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>people prose

increase your vocab, duh.

you have to work your way up by reading gradually more difficult works, you can't just jump in the deep end and expect to understand every reference in ulysses if all you've read is game of thrones. borges is very esoteric and reference-heavy.

>>7808550
>>7808560

Sorry, OP, but these two jokers are wrong. You have no hope and should probably quit reading forever. In high school, I went straight from reading pleb genre fiction in junior year to Gravity's Rainbow/difficult meme books in senior year with no progression whatsoever. Reading difficult books is a skill that you're born with so you either have it or you don't. Stop trying to be something you're not and go read Rothfuss/Green or never read again.

>>7808452
may as well just be
>not english

the most beautiful language

Por muito tempo achei que a ausência é falta.
E lastimava, ignorante, a falta.
Hoje não a lastimo.
Não há falta na ausência.
A ausência é um estar em mim.
E sinto-a, branca, tão pegada, aconchegada nos meus braços,
que rio e danço e invento exclamações alegres,
porque a ausência, essa ausência assimilada,
ninguém a rouba mais de mim.

>>7808494
>beautiful language
>all those accents

Non.

>>7808435
We shouldn't.

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>a farewell to arms above to the lighthouse

>yfw the OP of that thread literally chose 92 through 100
we should have more than 3 votes next time to avoid this shit

You should pack up and move to Asheville, best city on earth.

I used to post about him here a lot.

I recommend starting with Look Homeward, Angel since it's the first book in chronological order of the life of the character he depicts.

I also recommend his short story collection From Death To Morning. in 2011 I mentioned a story from that collection called "No Door" in a group discussion where the group comprised of some fifteen people plus the professor in charge. Shortly after mentioning it, when the class were talking amongst themselves, a cute half-Turkish girl (who looked white, but had a vaguely Mediterranean look on account her of full red lips, thick black hair and dark brown eyes) beckoned my attention and asked me what the name of the story was that I had mentioned. I repeated the title and she wrote it down in her writing pad. After one of these group discussions had ended in subsequent weeks I was walking towards the exit of the building when she called out my name from behind me and asked, in a casual tone, whether I was walking back to campus and informed me, after I told her that I was, that she would walk with me. Immediately after we had exited the building she took out a laminated flyer from her backpack and handed it to me and briefly told me about a theatrical production in which she was to play a negro housemaid, for which the flyer was an advertisement, and told me, again in a casual tone, that I should come along. Due to my inability to maintain a detached, hardened disposition while in a relatively intimate situation with an individual to whom I am attracted I began to ball up my fists in my jacket pocket and suppress every potential line of conversation supplied by my subconscious. Rather than rely on the sort of instinctive words and humour which are most genuine and thus most likely to make people laugh or be entertained by your frank expression, I instead mumbled a few words about something that really wasn't very funny, to which she replied with what I felt and still feel was an affected enthusiasm, perhaps intended to inform me through her behaviour that she was attracted to me and had been for some time. We crossed the street and while I walked across she half-jogged ahead of me and then, once I had reached the opposite side, apologized for being hyperactive. On our walk to campus we passed a group of people she knew, and my instinct was to keep walking several steps and stand at a distance from them, half-turning and taking a step or two away from her, unsure whether she had forgotten about me and not wanting to humiliate myself by remaining there and having her friends, some of whom looked over towards me as she spoke, to consider me pathetic for being delusional enough to think I had "a chance" with this girl.

She then said goodbye to them and returned to me and we walked to campus where her co-actors from the theatre department wore green tshirts with slogans across them in white print and handed out the same flyers I had received earlier. I said goodbye and made my way to the library to return some books. On leaving the library I turned left and walked along a rather narrow sidewalk on my way home. Looking up I saw the girl and two or three of her co-actors walking along the sidewalk towards me, presumably to hand out some flyers inside the library or somewhere else on campus nearby. I am unsure whether she saw me but for whatever reason my instinctive reaction on seeing her was to frown intensely, lower my face to the ground, arch my back into something of a hunchback, and dart along a narrow side-path which allowed me to avoid passing her by. The semester soon ended and I did not have a further opportunity to talk to this girl. In the following year of college she was in another class of mine, though as before I was rather repulsed by the several wristbands she wore from various sponsored events associated with the college. Having no friends at this point, I usually arrived at this class early, took my usual place at the far side of the room, and waited for her to arrive in the hope that she would sit somewhere where I could occasionally look at her, if only to fuel my imagination and the elaborate daydreams I had constructed over numerous weeks in which she and I were the loving protagonists. One class she arrived wearing a white woolen jumper with the sleeves pulled up her wrists a little, and a few semi-curled strands at the back of her dark hair, which she wore up in a "bun", falling onto her pale neck. This was to be the last time I ever saw her, and I regret to this day that I lacked the courage, or enthusiasm, or energy, or mental wellbeing, or confidence to make my affection for her known.

A shit ton of wrestling. Does it get any better or what is the deal?

it's just Heart of Darkness from the African perspective

>>7808650
Well I knew that since our teacher had us read large amounts of HoD. It's just so banal and trance like whereas I got a real sense of excitement from reading Conrad.

wow... too young.....

F

>>7808238
I'd pound that person in your pic to be honest.

fascist. but a good poet, imo. threads have already been done to death about him, though.

>>7808238
He's one of the greatest literary geniuses ever. That said, he does have a few shitty poems, but, considering how much he wrote, that's forgivable.

my diary tbqh

Where did you copy this from, you fiend?

>>7808214
You're a fire hearted masculine sex God and an empowerer of women?

>>7808143

0/10 b8

Literally all high school English-tier

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>>7808143
>OP forgotten about Faulkner

>>7808143
>let's read a bunch of translations and pretend I'm intelligent and well read

haha

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>>7808104
so basically a guy gets coaxed into ruining another guy's life?
It doesn't seem like you'd really be breaking any ground. This isn't a story for this century, we're way past the fad of this kind of arc. There also seems to be some misogynistic undertones here, which means you've frankly got no chance of getting published unless its by some cheap Danielle Steel type publishing house. Nobody with half a mind for literature and/or business would print it.

>>7808171
misogynistic undertones?

>>7808104
I think you've been spending too much time on /pol/ and your brain is turning to rot

>>7808061

I don't know, you tell me. Seriously, tell us what you think and then we can discuss about it. We ain't doing your homework, fag.

T he past highlights Willys inability to accept change. It also helps creating a sharp contrast between his former self and him now. Willys incompetence to accept himself as a failed man only adds to the dramatic nature. Pretty much all I have got

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Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been;
I am also called No-more, Too-late, Farewell;

—Dante Gabriel Rossetti

There were still open doors in the past. They've all shut. The great American Fake It Till You Make It ethos deprives itself of oxygen as ambition and reality part—despair & delusion rush into the void.