/lit/ - Literature

[Anonymous No.21000407]

So last night I had a dream that I met Harold Bloom in a crowd of people
He did not look like Harold Bloom looks like but I knew it was him
So I tried to get his attention and told him I had bought his book The Visionary Company and asked him if it was a good introduction to poetry
He looked at me but didn't say anything meaningful
Do you think it's a good introduction? Can you think of anything similar?

[Anonymous No.21000455]

>>21000407
lmao why does this nigga always look like he's about to cry?

[Anonymous No.21000468]

>>21000455
He's just perpetually remembering having written The Flight to Lucifer

[Anonymous No.21001658]

>>21000407
Adulthood is realizing he was full of shit. His main redeeming quality was that he resisted wokeism, but his literary criticism wasn't that inspired. His Shakespeare stuff is interesting, but regarding most canonical works he simply said the obvious, and he often shat on perfectly good books for very subjective, often baffling reasons.

[Anonymous No.21001698]

>>21001658
>he simply said the obvious
well somebody has to. If nobody states the obvious, how will the average person understand anything?

[Anonymous No.21001706]

I saw Harold Bloom at a grocery store in New Haven 4 years ago. I told him how cool it was to meet him in person, but I didn’t want to be a douche and bother him and ask him for photos or anything.
He said, “Oh, like you’re doing now?”
I was taken aback, and all I could say was “Huh?” but he kept cutting me off and going “huh? huh? huh?” and closing his hand shut in front of my face. I walked away and continued with my shopping, and I heard him chuckle as I walked off. When I came to pay for my stuff up front I saw him trying to walk out the doors with like fifteen Milky Ways in his hands without paying.
The girl at the counter was very nice about it and professional, and was like “Sir, you need to pay for those first.” At first he kept pretending to be tired and not hear her, but eventually turned back around and brought them to the counter.
When she took one of the bars and started scanning it multiple times, he stopped her and told her to scan them each individually “to prevent any electrical infetterence,” and then turned around and winked at me. I don’t even think that’s a word. After she scanned each bar and put them in a bag and started to say the price, he kept interrupting her by yawning really loudly.