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Hey /lit/, I notice you guys aren't really rude and edgy like the rest of 4chan, you're really more like reddit, so I can probably ask this here and get a response other than Islamophobic memes:
What is some quintessential Muslim literature and art? What are some of the great works that Islam has inspired. Like Christianity has for The Divine Comedy, Paradise Lost, The Pilgrim's Progress, Tolstoy, the music of Bach, Mozart, and Beethoven, the paintings of Leonardo and Michelangelo etc.
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New critique thread? All the other ones are unironically dank, danker than Infinite Kek.
[Read context bellow just in case you're confused]
What's that curling around your ankles, Java Jucuzzi? Is it the moisture in the air, that crippling humidity that swells into your lungs? No, it must the memory of your baby sister, Booby Jacooby; a ghost, if you will. It's the thing that's always been haunting you in your nightmares since before she was even born, that pale hand that reaches out and grabs you, trying to pull you down to god knows where. And Anna, maybe she's for god knows whatever reason lying right under your bed, waiting for your leg to fall right down the side, just so she can with her pale hand grasp your ankle and shake it, shake it like a tambourine to play the gospel of God that shakes you to your heart, Bobby's heart. She's down there so you better tuck yourself in now, curl yourself into a fist and block out the ghost that wants to crush your bones, block her out block her out, that howling witch of a familiar ghost. Pulling you down, pulling you down down down.
So make sure to catch yourself every time you find your foot hanging off the edge of the bed, or she'll get you and pull down to hell, where you're punished for the fact that in all her seven years on this damp cold earth, you never once said ditto when she said she loves you, Bubby. Love you, Bubby. Bubby the Chubby, can't even fit my pale cold hand around your fat fucking ankle. Love you, Bubby.
[Context: this is an excerpt from a book I've been working on, which is about grief (in a nutshell). As for why this kid keeps getting called (by a really asshole omniscient narrator, btw) all these stupid names, which you'll notice, his real name is Bobby Jacoby, which sounds goofy as hell, but the other characters give him shit for it. One thing they do is, "Get you can't say Bobby Jacoby five times fast," so really it's just a bunch of fun and games, but the experimental narrator is just fucking mean about it. Anyway, it's metafic as fuck, but I'm really enjoying it, so spare telling me the novel won't get published, we'll see about that. I just really want a critique on the except above, phams. Thanks.]
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The terms 'Gay' and 'straight' both people's describe past behaviour, not the people themselves.
People's sexuality is not magic, it's a preference like any other than can change over time according to experience.
The fact that people argue over sexuality like it has some sort of cosmic significance is fucking retarded.
Jerking off, heterosexual intercourse, homosexual intercourse and fucking inanimate objects or animals are philosophically and scientifically all the same thing; the individual involved is stimulated physically in order to derive pleasure.
The individuals choice of medium for that stimulation is not magic or permanent.
Some people really enjoy riding bikes when they're young but then end up hating them for some reason or another, and then they get a car and start to genuinely love driving.
Do we say they used to be a 'Biker' and now they're a 'Driver', which marks some kind of change in the genetic spiritual god science adjective gland that exists somewhere in their body?
We use the terms 'biker' and 'driver' because they're useful to communicate information about an individual's current and past choices of transportation.
We don't think they describe some fundamental metaphysical or biological fact about that person.
There are no gay or straight people.
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Is this a fucking joke? No, seriously, is this for real?
You fucking morons have Infinite Jest as your number one book.
You have two Vonnegut books, a Murakami book, and Lord of the Rings.
You don't have Goethe's Faust, one of the greatest pieces of literature in the western canon, yet you have The Recognitions aka the long winded Faust. It's not even Gaddis' second best work.
What is wrong with you people? Do you even read?