/lit/ - Literature

[Anonymous No.18525061]

Favorite quotes? I'll start

>The knife cuts through the apple like a knife cutting an apple.

[Anonymous No.18525071]

There's a Sumerian proverb that says, "Flies enter open mouths."

[Anonymous No.18525102]

>follow the bouncing ball :D

[Anonymous No.18525107]

>She comes riding into town on a stolen bicycle: a white kerchief at her crown, fluttering behind in points, a distinguished emissary from a drained and captured land, herself full of ancient title, but nothing in the way of usable power, not even a fantasy of it. She's wearing a lean white dress, a tennis dress from prewar summers, falling now not in knife-edge pleats but softer, more accidental, half-crisp, touches of blue in its deeper folds, a dress for changes in the weather, a dress to be flowed upon by shadows of leaves, by a crumble of brown and sun. yellow moving across it and on as she coasts preoccupied but without private smiles, under the leafy trees that line the road of hard-packed dirt.

how did he do it

[Anonymous No.18525273]

Pablo Neruda:

"(...)
bandidos con frailes negros bendiciendo
venían por el cielo a matar niños,
y por las calles la sangre de los niños
corría simplemente, como sangre de niños.

(...)"

> Bandits with black friars spattering blessings
> came through the sky to kill children
> and the blood of children ran through the streets
> without fuss, like children's blood.

translation Nathaniel Tarn

[Anonymous No.18525329]

Short shorter than a dopers memory - bleeding edge

Any gum chum? - Gravitys Rainbow

[Anonymous No.18525457]

>>18525061
The sheep were lead to slaughter like sheep to slaughter

[Anonymous No.18525477]

>>18525061
'tis not so deep as awell, nor so wide as a church door, but 'twill do, 'twill serve

[Anonymous No.18525509]

>Fate does not speak. She carries a Mauser and from time to time indicates our proper path.

[Anonymous No.18525532]

>>18525061

"It puts the lotion on the skin, or else it gets the hose again!"

[Anonymous No.18525816]

>>18525061
>The knife cuts through the apple like a knife cutting an apple.
Retarded

[Anonymous No.18525944]

"'If I became a Yogi could I keep a dog?' I asked"
~ "Bengal Lancer" By Francis Yeats-Brown

[Anonymous No.18525951]

and this one:
"She's a charming middle aged lady with a face like a bucket of mud and if she has washed her hair since Coolidge's second term, I'll eat my spare tire, rim and all."
~Raymond Chandler, "Farewell My

[Anonymous No.18526039]

>>18525532
Mental illness

[Anonymous No.18526265]

>>18525061
>Cheque's in the mayo

[Anonymous No.18526370]

have you ever done the kenosha kid

[Anonymous No.18526431]

>AM said it with the sliding cold horror of a razor blade slicing my eyeball. AM said it with the bubbling thickness of my lungs filling with phlegm, drowning me from within. AM said it with the shriek of babies being ground beneath bluehot rollers. AM said it with the taste of maggoty pork.

[Anonymous No.18526434]

"A washed pig soon goes back to rolling in the mud." From the Bible, I forget which book

[Anonymous No.18526441]

>>18526434
cool, off to pol with you now :)

[Anonymous No.18526449]

>>18526441
Why are you replying with retarded comments to every post on here, don't force your mental illness onto me please

[Anonymous No.18526450]

>>18525061
People who satirize similes are often unable to create good ones.

[Anonymous No.18526464]

>>18526449
you first :)

[Anonymous No.18526465]

>>18525273
The translation was such an improvement that it renders the original quite unreadable. Borges was right, Neruda really is crap.

[Anonymous No.18526467]

There is a tranny sperging out in this thread. Do not reply to it. Let it starve.

[Anonymous No.18526475]

>>18526467
rent free

[Anonymous No.18526481]

>>18526467
Lmao looked like you triggered it, anon

[Anonymous No.18526486]

>The landscape of his poetry was still the desert

[Anonymous No.18526508]

>>18526481
yeah I'm triggered lol

[Anonymous No.18526514]

>>18526467
fuck off you triggered chud

[Anonymous No.18526565]

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[Anonymous No.18526571]

>>18526565
>she beat, him to it:

wah?

[Anonymous No.18526582]

>>18525061
>yonder the sun like the eye of god
>god how the stars did fall
>all the rest of blood meridian

>there's nothing like looking if you want to find something
>

[Anonymous No.18526593]

>>18525816
I'm sorry you are too dumb to understand art

[Anonymous No.18526604]

>>18525816
>The knife cuts through the apple like a knife cutting an apple
He's actually making a profound statement about the very nature of being (Pythagorean) if you think about it, anon.

[Anonymous No.18526613]

>>18525509
How in the fuck is AtD so comfy bros?

[Anonymous No.18526655]

>>18525061
I’ve read V, GR, M&D and 49 what’s next bros Against the Day?

[Anonymous No.18526705]

>>18525509
>>18526613
>They took her down to the Four Corners and put her so one of her knees was in Utah, one in Colorado, one elbow in Arizona and the other in New Mexico—with the point of insertion exactly above the mythical crosshairs itself. Then rotated her all four different ways. Her small features pressed into the dirt, the blood-red dirt.

[Anonymous No.18526708]

>>18526655
>what’s next bros Against the Day?
Yes.

[Anonymous No.18526718]

>>18526705
Unfathomably based and extremely comfy.

[Anonymous No.18526837]

>>18525061
>But they know, Max told himself: no matter how young, they know what it is, what they're doing.

[Anonymous No.18526884]

>>18525061
Reading IV right now. very interesting. around page 290. fbi ? all in there. very wonderful story. spent most of it stoned dont really remember the intricacies. very good very good sportello

[Anonymous No.18527084]

I could probably list a whole bunch of quotes from Moby Dick that stuck with me long after I read it, but here are a couple

>As they narrated to each other their unholy adventures, their tales of terror told in words of mirth; as their uncivilized laughter forked upwards out of them, like the flames from the furnace; as to and fro, in their front, the harpooneers wildly gesticulated with their huge pronged forks and dippers; as the wind howled on, and the sea leaped, and the ship groaned and dived, and yet steadfastly shot her red hell further and further into the blackness of the sea and the night, and scornfully champed the white bone in her mouth, and viciously spat round her on all sides; then the rushing Pequod, freighted with savages, and laden with fire, and burning a corpse, and plunging into that blackness of darkness, seemed the material counterpart of her monomaniac commander’s soul.

> And how nobly it raises our conceit of the mighty, misty monster, to behold him solemnly sailing through a calm tropical sea; his vast, mild head overhung by a canopy of vapor, engendered by his incommunicable contemplations, and that vapor—as you will sometimes see it—glorified by a rainbow, as if Heaven itself had put its seal upon his thoughts. For, d’ye see, rainbows do not visit the clear air; they only irradiate vapor. And so, through all the thick mists of the dim doubts in my mind, divine intuitions now and then shoot, enkindling my fog with a heavenly ray. And for this I thank God; for all have doubts; many deny; but doubts or denials, few along with them, have intuitions. Doubts of all things earthly, and intuitions of some things heavenly; this combination makes neither believer nor infidel, but makes a man who regards them both with equal eye.

[Anonymous No.18527186]

>there are 4 things that will destroy the earth, whiskey, women, money, and niggers

[Anonymous No.18527289]

>>18527186
for a second i thought this listed five things
was funnier that way really

[Anonymous No.18527319]

>>18525061
>Hi my name is Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way and I have long ebony black hair (that’s how I got my name) with purple streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Amy Lee (AN: if u don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!).
Simply beautiful. I cri evertiem.

[Anonymous No.18527373]

>>18525107
I tried reading gravity's rainbow and I got like 100 pages in when I realized that I'm just appreciating the syntax of the words without really processing what they mean

[Anonymous No.18527455]

>>18527373
It's all a treatise to the reality warping event that world war 2 was to the human consciousness along with a satire on how fucking silly the entire thing was. In the first hundred or so pages you have the empty shell that is postman, the miserable pirate, the self defensive nihilist in roger, and the disassociated narcissim of slothrop. None of these men would be tjis way if it wasn't for the war.

[Anonymous No.18527480]

>>18527319
Based 6/25 My Immortal /lit/ revival day

[Anonymous No.18527526]

>He went on with increasing vehemence: I'm telling all of you, I don't care what you call me, I'll never give up - never! I grit my teeth and harden my heart because I'm right. I'll stand alone against the world and I will not yield! Since I know I'm right, it's the only course I can take. At certain moments I can sense the relationship between all things in the universe. I forgot to say that I absolutely refuse to give in, and that I will deflate your blind acceptance of the great. Øien claims that my opinion is only theory. Fine, if that's the case, I'll discard it and come up with a better one. Nothing can stop me. I'm convinced that I can say something more meaningful still because there is only righteousness in my heart. I despise and scorn the great man in the theater box. He's a clown and a fool and I have only contempt for his inflated chest and his supercilious airs. Has the great man worked to achieve his genius? Wasn't he born with it? Why shower him with praise, then?

[Anonymous No.18527537]

My mother is the war

[Anonymous No.18527548]

>>18527526
More Mysteries
What was the point of living, anyway? You fight your way ahead with blood and sweat for a few miserable years, only to turn into dust! Nagel put his head in his hands. He would finally get out of it all - end it! Would he ever be capable of carrying it off? Yes, by God, he wouldn't falter! He felt euphoric at the idea of having this escape hatch in reserve. Tears of rapture came into his eyes, and the intense emotion made his breathing heavy. He was already rocking on the seas of the heavens, singing as he fished with a silver hook. His boat was made of scented wood, and the oars gleamed like white wings; the sail was of light blue silk and shaped like a half moon … A tremor of ecstasy ran through him. He felt himself carried away and engulfed by the magic rays of the sun. The stillness filled him with an intoxicating sense of wellbeing; he was free from worry; the only sound was a soft murmur from above the hum of the universal machinery.
- God turning his treadmill.
Not a leaf stirred in the trees - not a pine needle dropped. Nagel hugged his knees in sheer delight; he felt exhilarated because life was good. It beckoned to him and he responded. He raised himself on his elbow and looked around him. There wasn't a soul in sight. He said yes to life once more and listened, but no one came. Again he said yes, but there was no answer

[Anonymous No.18527549]

>>18525061
"But let us know we do not live in vain."
-Terry Pratchett

“Where we're standing right now, in the ruins in the dark, what we build could be anything.” ~Chuck Palahniuk

[Anonymous No.18527849]

>>18525061
It's been a prevalent notion. Fallen sparks. Fragments of vessels broken at the Creation. And someday, somehow, before the end, a gathering back to home. A messenger from the Kingdom, arriving at the last moment. But I tell you there is no such message, no such home -- only the millions of last moments . . . nothing more. Our history is an aggregate of last moments.

[Anonymous No.18527862]

>>18526655
I would do Vineland before Against the Day.

[Anonymous No.18528028]

>>18527548
this is good shit