176 more posts in this thread. [Missing image file: ]
I find that there are two types of people when it comes to relationships, romantic or otherwise. For one, there are the collectors. These are the sort of people who will take a wife -- for example -- just because that's the done thing, because it symbolizes power. These then truly are your main body of people, as depressing as that may seem. And also, the most stable. Then you have the artists. These soulful solipsists never gave in to the rat race, but stayed truly spiritual always, residing not just in the temporal, but eternity. These then are your "unstable", "unpredictable", etc. Verily, these can be dangerous men (or women), and it's amongst these people you'll find your serial killers, rapists, etc. But at the same time, you'll find the most beautiful, sad souls. These people are the misery of the immortal soul.
Evan sat in class amongst his peers. He was a good worker, got good grades, was involved in extracirricular activities -- he was an all-around star pupil. Little did his teachers know though, dark things stirred in the back of Evan's mind. A handsome boy looking on at girls and thinking of love, he found much more than that. Then one day he asked his teacher if he could stay back after class, he had to ask her something. "Sure," she had said -- a pretty lady, a student teacher. The next day she was found dead in the bathroom, multiple stab wounds along the length of her body.
When we're born into this world, we're born with an incredible wickedness. This is the absolute depth of our loneliness in this infinity. Forever after, for most, this loneliness is alleviated, bit by bit, until death. But for some -- the artists -- this loneliness never leaves; always there remains its scar, its mark; forever after the soul must live with what it was, even if it comes to find some family, because there are just some things you can't forgive yourself, there are just some things that can never be made sense of. And, as such, these people paint their souls for others, by others; for acceptance; or as martyrs; or in some truly sad and insightful cases (the abused child-turned-abuser, for example), to assert their immortality; and so on.
(Continued next post)
18 more posts in this thread. [Missing image file: ]
I want to learn to read faster, /lit/. Pic related is my progress so far. Goal is to join the 1% who read at 1.000 wpm. Also speed reading general.
>Requesting good links for exercises or practice
>Requesting good software for same
Now what I really wanna know is, should we even be speed reading?
The guy in the last link says that minimizing subvocalization is really equivalent to not reading for language, but for ideas.
Should we really be reading, say, Cervantes in this way?
Shouldn't we be looking for and enjoying language in all good novels, certainly in verse drama and poems?
6 more posts in this thread. [Missing image file: ]
What does it mean, chaos
gathered into a sudden bronze sweetness,
an October flourish, and then that moment
denied, turned acid, disassembling,
77 more posts in this thread. [Missing image file: ]
So my friend and I made a promise back in our first year of uni that when we graduated we would both get a tattoo.
Well, that time is coming up, and while she's been pretty adamant about getting something based around the Odyssey, I've kinda been lost.
So, a few weeks ago, I was rereading some Whitman, Melville and Hawthorne and came upon this:
"(O something pernicious and dread!
Something far away from a puny and pious life!
Something unproved! something in a trance!
Something escaped from the anchorage and driving free.)"
The words have been on my mind ever since, and I think I've resolved to get it.
What does /lit think? Any of you have tattoos or have a specific phrase or image you'd like to get screwed up by an illiterate needle jockey?
Pic related: I'd like to get it on my shoulder blade.
Alcohol as a writing aid
99 more posts in this thread. [Missing image file: ]
Why did so many good authors drink excessively? Does alcohol increase creativity, allowing for literary inhibitions to be temporarily stifled and free thought to flow?
What's your favorite hard liquor, and does it help you write, study, read, or do something literature related?
I don't know if Stalin drank, nor do I consider him to be a good writer, but I liked the pic.
21 more posts in this thread. [Missing image file: ]
'The sun also rises' sucks. it has no plot, its characters are paper thin, but worst of all, it's got the white hot pretentiousness of ten thousand fedorae. If you have the nerve to recommend this waste of pulp, then you are everything that's wrong with the world, yes even including ebola.