/lit/ - Literature

Honestly I’ve not encountered one yet

>>23027688
I'm not obsessed with anything.

>>23027688
Alan Moore. Ironic, since I'm a white supremacist/national socialist.

>>23027688
Henry Miller. His works are the ones I would have liked to have written if I were from his time. I also later found out his favorite piece of music is also mine (Scriabin's 5th Piano Sonata).

>>23027688
>just be yourself bro

>>23027801
Unironically good advice.

>>23027707
I am the boulder, the barren wasteland of literary resonance, rolling through the empty canyon of my own vast ignorance. Not once have I found a piece of text to penetrate the dense rock of my intellect, to fuck my mind with some semblance of emotional or intellectual impact. My spine is uncracked, not unlike the pristine books that lie untouched on my shelf—those poor souls gathering dust, waiting for something monumental, like my first stint with a hard-on over a clever metaphor.

When I crack open a book, it's like watching a foreign film without subtitles. Joyce, Faulkner, Hemingway… their words flutter by like exotic dancers I can't afford to tip. I am the literary virgin, untouched by the carnal knowledge of good writing.

I walk the hallowed halls of literature, an empty vessel, waiting to be filled with the spunk of wisdom, but alas, the ejaculation of knowledge misses me every time. I stand amidst the bukkake, mouth agape like a parched whore at an orgy of knowledge, yet still, my tongue laps at only the arid air.

I squint at Shakespeare as if he were some cryptic tranny in the dark corner of a strip club—I know there’s supposed to be something to admire, but all I end up with is confusion and a vague sense of being fucked over.

Each classic is like a teeth-filled blowjob—a promise of pleasure met with a grimace-inducing chafe against my delicate understanding, leaving me to limp away sore and unsatisfied.

So here I flop, an intellectual plankton adrift in the ocean of erudition, looking to be hit by the tsunami wave one might find in a dubstep drop—yet I contend with nothing but the anal exhale of my own mental constipation. Can someone ring a bell? Because there's certainly an empty belfry up in this skull.

>>23027803
Until you end up alone and realty settles in. Obsolete advice in the modern world

>>23027948
The real meaning of "just bee yourself" is that you have to be confident in who you are. You have to love yourself before anyone else will.

>>23027717
cringe

>>23027688
first coomer, druggie, existentialist and all around cool relatable guy of Poland - Stanisław Ignacy Witkiewicz. Also - Kafka, Proust, i was born in le wrong generation (i should be young adult promissing writer 110 years ago)

>>23028059
nah you are

>>23027688
Joseph Conrad

Probably Kerouac
Hang out with lowlife buddies, Listen to some music, smoke some reefer, drink some cheap booze, fuck some dysgenic roastie
Write about it later
YOLO

>>23028085
it's still you

>>23027719
my favourite novelist when i was 15, i remember fragment in Tropic of Capricorn where he described fucking jewish cunt with "tip of his cock" or something like that, i never knew back then that literature can be like that. Version i borrowed from public library had this minimalistic drawing of sex or pussy or something, and i blushed when i gave it to young librarian - her hairs long and black, modest clothes but always with red lipstick, her voice deep and comforting - she was perfect woman, right then... Fuel for my first dreams of althoe love

>>23028134
nah just checked it's actually you

>>23027948
The advice is timeless. Your desperation to fit into a terminally sick society will not bring you happiness or satisfaction.

>>23028211
It thus far brought me a sense of satisfaction I'd say, but no joy. You might be right about. Oh well I wont be needing it joy is gay, that is why it's called gay.

Seneca

>>23027688
Russian sad man

>>23028323
about that*

In the past it was Haruki Murakami and Margaret Atwood, but I don't have one anymore. When I was in my teens it felt like Murakami and Atwood were speaking right to me, but now they've lost their magic, and I feel frustrated by their limitations and lack of depth, so I'm waiting to find someone who has that power for me now. Maybe that's the problem with growing as a person - people who once seemed to have magic or power lose it when you can see through it.

>>23027688
This is the best advice an artist, or anyone, really, can receive; and yet so few take it to heart. Tragic.

>>23028323
You're not truly committing, though. You're roleplaying. A true normalfag would not even know what 4chan is, let alone use it. Now go. Leave this forgotten pit of despair and go and find your happiness.

>>23027688
Celine

>>23028367
>if you disagree with me you must be faking
The worst part about this subhuman logic is that it’s so common

>>23028404
>foutre bite !

>>23027719
He’s probably the writer that has spoken the most to me, but I’m not sure that he’s the writer I’d say is most similar to me, if that makes sense. I’ve always felt DH Lawrence was more of a kindred spirit

>>23028367
My nigger candyass. It's 2024 I'm pretty sure my mom knows what a 4chan is. Whoever didn't know before heard of Q or that guy that got arrested incelposting on /pol/. The internets alot smaller than it was back then It's just a right wing extremist coping forum to them now. Anyway Idk anon I'd rather attempt normalcy and possibly be unhappy than have a 100% chance of being unhappy not doing it. High IQ problems

>>23028419
>Let us just for the moment feel the pulses ofUlyssesand of Miss Dorothy Richardson and M. Marcel Proust . . . IsUlyssesin his cradle? Oh, dear! What a grey face! . . . And M. Proust? Alas! You can hear the death-rattle in their throats. They can hear it themselves. They are listening to it with acute interest, trying to discover whether the intervals are minor thirds of major fourths. Which is rather infantile, really.

So there you have the “serious” novel, dying in a very long-drawn-out fourteen-volume death-agony, and absorbedly, childishly interested in the phenomenon “Did I feel a twinge in my little toe, or didn’t I?” asks every character of Mr. Joyce or of Miss Richardson or M. Proust. Is my aura a blend of frankincense and orange pekoe and boot-blacking, or is it myrrh and bacon-fat and Shetland tweed? The audience round the death-bed gapes for the answer. And when, in a sepulchral tone, the answer comes and length, after hundreds of pages: “It is none of these, it is abysmal chloro-coryambasis,” the audience quivers all over, and murmurs: “That’s just how I feel myself.”

Which is the dismal, long-drawn-out comedy of the death-bed of the serious novel. It is self-consciousness picked into such fine bits that the bits are most of them invisible, and you have to go by smell.

>>23028607

>>23028419
>>23028607
And to take it full circle, Henry Miller said his primary aspiration was to be the 'working-class Proust."

Dostoevsky.

>>23028665
>working-class Proust
my diary desu

>>23027688
So many, but probably Yeats most of all--yet still, he and I cannot find perfect agreement.

>>23027948
I can’t believe someone actually wrote this post. Incredible.

>>23029755
t. I live my life in accordance to my genetics and cul de sac
>waow incredible someone can't
It must be nice with such an easy ride.

>>23027719
Why were all his books banned?

>>23028122
They have a thread on him but everyone that responded said he sucked. Why didn't/don't you chime in?

>>23027688
Franz Kafka.

>>23029949
>>23027688
I act like this.
When I first started writing it was very heavyhanded, but I ended up going that direction he went, realizing I didn't have all the answers yet. Helped me explore the story more thoroughly.

>>23028346
>people who once seemed to have magic or power lose it when you can see through it.
Literal John Greene tier writing. You haven't moved past these authors. You're beneath them

>>23027688
Alan Moore

>>23028722
This. Maybe the timing in my life was just right, but I think reading Dosto when I did prevented me from becoming a nihilist like so many of the people I hung out with back then

>>23031118
nah, you're just a pretentious pseud

>>23027688
I couldn’t think of anyone but a friend of mine said I reminded him of a slightly more chilled out Hunter S Thompson.

>>23027688
Huysmans' self-insert character in À vau-l'eau.
>He realised the futility of changing direction, the sterility of all enthusiasm and all effort. 'You have to let yourself go with the flow; Schopenhauer is right', he told himself, '"Man's life swings like a pendulum between pain and boredom". So there's no point trying to speed up or slow down the rhythm of its swings; all we can do is fold our arms and try to get to sleep.

>>23031313
based fellow Moorechad

>>23031719
You can call me whatever names you want, the bottom line is this: when you try to write well, you read like a YA writer, and not an especially good one.

>>23031719
nta, but I think it's because the pacing of your prose is weak and because the latter half is very indecisive. Also, the entire final sentence sounds like YA prose, because it sounds like someone who just stopped being a teenager a year or two ago. I think a bit of tweaking might fix it, though.

>Original
In the past it was Haruki Murakami and Margaret Atwood, but I don't have one anymore. When I was in my teens it felt like Murakami and Atwood were speaking right to me, but now they've lost their magic, and I feel frustrated by their limitations and lack of depth, so I'm waiting to find someone who has that power for me now. Maybe that's the problem with growing as a person - people who once seemed to have magic or power lose it when you can see through it.
>Edited
In my teens, it was Haruki Murakami and Margaret Atwood. It felt like they were speaking right to me. Now, they've lost their magic, and I feel frustrated by their limitations and lack of depth. I haven't found a new author who has the kind of power Murakami and Atwood had over me.

>>23027688
John Steinbeck consistently makes me think "yeah I feel you homie" when I read his observations on the world

>>23029838
They're generally lewd and explicit; poetically, of course. So without looking it up again, it fell under the general obscenity laws of the era.

Henry James.

>>23027688
Lev Shestov and William Blake the most, but I have never encountered an author that 100% resonates with me and I highly value that.

The old man went to say that the hunter was a different thing than men supposed. He said that men believe the blood of the slain to be of no consequence but that the wolf knows better. He said that the wolf is a being of great order and that it knows what men do not: that there is no order in the world save that which death has put there. Finally he said that if men drink the blood of God yet they do not understand the seriousness of what they do. He said that men wish to be serious but they do not understand how to be so. Between their acts and their ceremonies lies the world and in this world the storms blow and the trees twist in the wind and all the animals that God has made go to and fro yet this world men do not see. They see the acts of their own hands or they see that which they name and call out to one another but the world between is invisible to them.
...
If you could breath a breath so strong you could blow out the wolf. Like you blow out the copo. Like you blow out the fire from the candela. The wolf is made the way the world is made. You cannot touch the world. You cannot hold it in your hand for it is made of breath only.

--- The Crossing, Cormac McCarthy

evelyn waugh, a social climber enamored with the good breeding of aristocrats. and who hated niggers

>>23033208
>a would-be interesting person ruined by /pol/ ideology
Many such cases.

>>23033216
>everyone born before 1930 is ruined

>>23033227
I meant you, not Waugh. He can be forgiven, for he lived in a different time. Besides, jokes on him. His racism didn't stop me from enjoying Handful of Dust.

>>23028211
I forgot about that manga...that's a good one actually.

>>23033250
>fell for the progress meme
I can tell by your whiny and effete tones, and unironic use of the racism shibboleth, you're a narrow-minded modern silted up your own mire of contemporary ideas. why would I care what you find interesting? nigger

>>23033216
>>23033250
>racism is... LE BAD!
Go back, faggot.

>>23033023
Him and Hemingway for me, definitively.
And Moore. Moore chads rising up.

>>23033264
>>23033272
>shallow, grasping ad hominems
>trite retorts
And you fools think you're enlightened.

>>23033333
QUINTS CONFIRM

>>23033333
>too low iq to understand the import of "silted up your own mire"
>he said da no-no nword so its ad hominem
115 iq midwit spotted. go back

>>23027688
Emerson