What are you writing at the moment?

Essay on how much I think Bresson is fucking terrible. It's like watching a promising amateur filmmaker.

>>9283687
A short novel about a lonely girl. I really dont know what im going for with this so im using it to experiment on new things.

It's cyberpunk, but not in America, Japan or China.

Novel for myself

Essay on a poet's book for English. God help me this fucking poet is obtuse as fuck. Its a local poet who just throws shit together. Susan Kelly DeWitt if you're curious.

Novella about an actor who says 'fuck off' to Hollywood and drives to Kansas. And a novel about a children's park that stemmed from a WWII battle in the Pacific.

Essay about the importance of aesthetics and how a deep artwork without style is objectively worse than a stylish artwork without substance.

>>9283687
Short story/essay kind of thing about Plato, but kind of dark or depressive I think. Is existencialism outdated already? :/

nothing. I have writer's block aka im a fucking untalented nobody who will never be a somebody.

>>9283870
You can do whatever you want, nigga. We both don't care and believe in you.

here, have my shitty poem.

I write this for the Queen of Carthage, lady of lost loves.

The lost was not her fault, indeed, decided by gods above.

Widow to Symachus, for her death she chastely waited.

But by the power of Venus, the stone in her heart abated.

Every king she had refused, until she met Aeneas.

But it was he who refused her, and left on quest most just.

But while they were together, alas, it was paradise.

The love she had once lost, yes, seen again in his eyes.

Jealous Iarbus, son of Zeus, angrily yelled with raised hand.

“This is how you let her treat us? After I gave her my land?!?”

Mercury, in heavenly wings, was sent to right this err.

Aeneas was forced, to make an escape, and sail away from her.

In her grief, she cried out, and cursed them forevermore.

Some say that her lasting curse, then caused the Punic Wars.

She threw herself onto a pyre, sword wrenched through her chest.

She died as a casualty, to the man who Venus blessed.

All lovers, you must take great caution, do watch where you tread.

Overstepping, tripping, and limping, might just lead you to the dead.

whole thing needs work, last line most of all.

Currently writing lyrics for songs and I think they're somewhere between Springsteen, Tom Waits, Ginsberg and Bukowski... I don't even know if they are good at all, but fuck it