/lit/ - Literature

what kind of vitamins should i take to get a skull like daniil kharms?

this guy has the most Russian face ever

Does anyone have an epub of Today I Wrote Nothing: The Selected Writings of Daniil Kharms?

Thank you friends.

>Because of her excessive curiosity, an old lady fell out of the window and smashed into the ground.
Another old lady looked out of the window, staring down at the one who was smashed, but out of her excessive curiosity she also fell out of the window and smashed into the ground.
Then the third old lady fell out of the window, then the fourth did, then the fifth.
When the sixth old lady fell out of the window, I got bored watching them and went to Maltsev market where, they say, someone gave a woven shawl to a blind.

Is being goofy looking a prerequisite to being a great author?

Has anyone on /lit/ read Daniil Kharms?
I was pleasantly surprised after reading some of his short stories

>be in modernism and desire class
>girl asks me if I like DFW
>I spit in her face and smack my thigh as hard as I can
>"what's your fucking problem?" she says
> I reply "I like bad bitches that's my fucking problem" and climb onto my desk, dropping my pants and shitting right there in front of everyone on my notebook.

kharms the charmer

New Literary Critique Thread (It's Fresh! No more scrolling for days down the catalog, checking for responses to your magnum opus.)


I'll start with something of an experiment in not experimenting. I tried to write something simple and effective. Let me know what you think, post your own work, and I'll critique.

Post a poem or short story written in the style of a particular author

I'll start with the great ape, Kharm the charmer

Daniil wore glasses.
His glasses were of such a quality that he couldn't focus on things nearby.
His glasses were of such a quality that he could not see things far away.
Daniil removed his glasses and placed them on the table,
then looking forward, felt the same glasses settled on his face
then looking down at the table, saw the same glasses settled on his face
missing

Daniil wore shoes.
His shoes were of such a quality that he could not walk in the heat without his feet sweating
His shoes were of such a quality that he could not walk in the cold without
his feet freezing
Daniil removed his shoes and placed them at his bedside,
then walked to the bathroom, feeling the same shoes covering his feet
then he walked to his bedside, and saw the same shoes covering his feet
missing

I got my eye on you, Hegel.