/lit/ - Literature

In order to be patrician, you have to learn to love farts, just like Joyce did. I'm sorry but it's the only way.

>>14028824
you are not going the joe of my mama, but i can be the joyce of yours. i am the joy of my mama

>>13223523
My sweet little whorish Nora I did as you told me, you dirty little girl, and pulled myself off twice when I read your letter. I am delighted to see that you do like being fucked arseways. Yes, now I can remember that night when I fucked you for so long backwards. It was the dirtiest fucking I ever gave you, darling. My prick was stuck in you for hours, fucking in and out under your upturned rump. I felt your fat sweaty buttocks under my belly and saw your flushed face and mad eyes. At every fuck I gave you your shameless tongue came bursting out through your lips and if a gave you a bigger stronger fuck than usual, fat dirty farts came spluttering out of your backside. You had an arse full of farts that night, darling, and I fucked them out of you, big fat fellows, long windy ones, quick little merry cracks and a lot of tiny little naughty farties ending in a long gush from your hole. It is wonderful to fuck a farting woman when every fuck drives one out of her. I think I would know Nora’s fart anywhere. I think I could pick hers out in a roomful of farting women. It is a rather girlish noise not like the wet windy fart which I imagine fat wives have. It is sudden and dry and dirty like what a bold girl would let off in fun in a school dormitory at night. I hope Nora will let off no end of her farts in my face so that I may know their smell also.

You say when I go back you will suck me off and you want me to lick your cunt, you little depraved blackguard. I hope you will surprise me some time when I am asleep dressed, steal over to me with a whore’s glow in your slumberous eyes, gently undo button after button in the fly of my trousers and gently take out your lover’s fat mickey, lap it up in your moist mouth and suck away at it till it gets fatter and stiffer and comes off in your mouth. Sometimes too I shall surprise you asleep, lift up your skirts and open your drawers gently, then lie down gently by you and begin to lick lazily round your bush. You will begin to stir uneasily then I will lick the lips of my darling’s cunt. You will begin to groan and grunt and sigh and fart with lust in your sleep. Then I will lick up faster and faster like a ravenous dog until your cunt is a mass of slime and your body wriggling wildly.

Goodnight, my little farting Nora, my dirty little fuckbird! There is one lovely word, darling, you have underlined to make me pull myself off better. Write me more about that and yourself, sweetly, dirtier, dirtier.

>>12940291
that's the first in his cutup trilogy, it's like starting Joyce with Finnegan's Wake. you should start with Junky or Queer, and if you make it through Naked Lunch you can start on the Nova series

Its officially Bloomsday in James' home town of Dublin. Over the next day everyone you've ever known will be reading Ulysses to celebrate.

How are you spending your 16th?

"Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. A yellow dressinggown, ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him on the mild morning air. He held the bowl aloft and intoned:

—Introibo ad altare Dei.

Halted, he peered down the dark winding stairs and called out coarsely:

—Come up, Kinch! Come up, you fearful jesuit!

Solemnly he came forward and mounted the round gunrest. He faced about and blessed gravely thrice the tower, the surrounding land and the awaking mountains. Then, catching sight of Stephen Dedalus, he bent towards him and made rapid crosses in the air, gurgling in his throat and shaking his head. Stephen Dedalus, displeased and sleepy, leaned his arms on the top of the staircase and looked coldly at the shaking gurgling face that blessed him, equine in its length, and at the light untonsured hair, grained and hued like pale oak."

obviously this little shit.

y-you better be n-nice to me o-or i'll make f-fun of you in m-my n-next book!

>>8987150

Prose is for pedants. Everything else about a book is more important, even the plot, and prose should only serve to better communicate it. The reason nobody ever discusses prose is because no one really gives a shit about it.

PS: poetry fucking blows, and it is good that it should become throughly extinct, instead of moribund.

Snotgreen, bluesilver, rust: coloured signs. Limits of the diaphane. But he adds: in bodies. Then he was aware of them bodies before of them coloured. How?

>inb4 by knocking his sconce against them

>>7099048
>>7099309

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=02FkMr21xOA

Van Gogh

I am fully retarded.

The discontinuities of the thread format is highly disparate from the the sequential, connected activity that is bookreading. If anything the most appropriate kind of literacy required for this is newspaper literacy.

Faulkner did the neat thing of translating a highly chaotic mind that is Benjy into the sequential print, and we are the opposite of Benjy, translating our book-uniformed minds into this mess of a website.

>>6993099

"His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead."