/lit/ - Literature

>>14840263
OFFICIAL /lit/ DUBLINERS RANKINGS

GOD TIER
The Dead

GREAT TIER
A Little Cloud
Araby
Counterparts
A Painful Case

VERY GOOD TIER
An Encounter
After the Race
Clay
Ivy Day in the Committee Room
The Sisters

GOOD TIER
Two Gallants
Eveline
The Boarding House

MEH BUT STILL BETTER THAN ALMOST ALL LITERATURE TIER
Grace
A Mother

Guys, please help. My teacher is having us read Adichie. The prose is ashy and bland as fuck, and it's nothing but torture porn written by a vindictive nigerian woman blasting the west. The dude teaching the class studied at fucking Yale and I quoted Harold Bloom about 100 times to him and eventually he almost started crying, saying he believes in The Republic, he's a Humanist, and he is one of the top canonicists in the world. I haven't spoken to him since then but I asked him if I could read Montaigne, Blake, or Dante instead, because I have PTSD and it literally does trigger me. Please console or give me advice, my fellow ideology transcended Neoplatonist Hegelian Hindu philosopher lovers of literature.

I'm going to Law School next year, and I'd like to read something to get ready. What would you recommend?

I'm worried that my philosophy degree won't really teach me much about philosophy. It may be a good stepping stone for later research, but we cover snippets of thinkers. I don't see when we're ever going to get deeper into Kant, or cover Heidegger or other 20th century thinkers at all. No one in my department has heard about or cares about Deleuze, we're never going to cover Wittgenstein, or his collaboration with Russell, which are among the most important parts of philosophy to me.

Post books on literary criticism or literary critics.

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Seeing as Don Quixote, Shakespeare, Moby Dick, Dostoyevsky, are babies first literature which they read in high school, what is the sort of literature that people read in college or when they become even more advanced?

>>13329693
Be the change you want to see :) don't see any reason those can't be words

A girl stood before him in midstream: alone and still, gazing out to sea. She seemed like one whom magic had changed into the likeness of a strange and beautiful seabird. Her long slender bare legs were delicate as a crane's and pure save where an emerald trail of seaweed had fashioned itself as a sign upon the flesh. Her thighs, fuller and softhued as ivory, were bared almost to the hips where the white fringes of her drawers were like feathering of soft white down. Her slate-blue skirts were kilted boldly about her waist and dovetailed behind her. Her bosom was as a bird's, soft and slight, slight and soft as the breast of some dark-plumaged dove. But her long fair hair was girlish: and girlish, and touched with the wonder of mortal beauty, her face.

She was alone and still, gazing out to sea; and when she felt his presence and the worship of his eyes her eyes turned to him in quiet sufferance of his gaze, without shame or wantonness. Long, long she suffered his gaze and then quietly withdrew her eyes from his and bent them towards the stream, gently stirring the water with her foot hither and thither, and then with a sudden gusto: BRAAAAAAAAAPPPP

Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo....

His father told him that story: his father looked at him through a glass: he had a hairy face.

He was baby tuckoo. The moocow came down the road where Betty Byrne lived: she sold lemon platt.

O, the wild rose blossoms
On the little green place.
He sang that song. That was his song.

O, the green wothe botheth.
When you wet the bed, first it is warm then it gets cold. His mother put on the oilsheet. That had the queer smell.

His mother had a nicer smell than his father. She played on the piano the sailor’s hornpipe for him to dance. He danced:

Tralala lala,
Tralala tralaladdy,
Tralala lala,
Tralala lala.
Uncle Charles and Dante clapped. They were older than his father and mother but uncle Charles was older than Dante.

Dante had two brushes in her press. The brush with the maroon velvet back was for Michael Davitt and the brush with the green velvet back was for Parnell. Dante gave him a cachou every time he brought her a piece of tissue paper.

The Vances lived in number seven. They had a different father and mother. They were Eileen’s father and mother. When they were grown up he was going to marry Eileen. He hid under the table. His mother said:

—O, Stephen will apologise.

Dante said:

—O, if not, the eagles will come and pull out his eyes.—

Pull out his eyes,
Apologise,
Apologise,
Pull out his eyes.

Apologise,
Pull out his eyes,
Pull out his eyes,
Apologise.

I'm putting a team together

>>12345603
>There was a moo cow

ITT: write a tumblr-quote-bait lit excerpt with your phone’s predictive text

>I don’t want to feel like bothering to be anything tomorrow or tomorrow or maybe tomorrow

>be me
>having a nice day
>enjoying not being a pseud
>suddenly remember Dostoyevsky existed
>suddenly remember that Dostoyevsky’s work survived
entire day ruined

>>11554808

I don't think so. I was a bit condescending and immature, but that was more of response to his tone and impotent reasoning. If he bothered to ask, he would know I enjoy "traditional" prose just as much as "free form" prose. I believe each has its merits. I just think it's incredibly foolish when people make broad negative judgements about an entire category of poetry, for whatever reason.

Especially when the argument is stupid. Personal attacks on the author? Pffft, please. Half the poets he named were also whore mongering deviants; who only differ from Bukowski due too history cleaning up their image.

Reminder that the Irish invented westerns and cowboys so the answer is clearly Ulysses

>>11396439
Also here's the other Joyce Wojak, because it's hard to find for some reason.

>>11364035
you're lucky i keep an extensive collection

>>11297399
>dying in a pointless war for literally no reason other than the slavs being protected by a country that is allied with a country that is getting invaded by a country that is invading said country through a neutral country that is protected by the country that invaded and enslaved your country for centuries and are only invading said country because they are allied with the country that lost one guy to the original slavs

>>11174949
>tfw got higher on ap language than ap lit

>>11165761
there are good wojaks

>>10958371
>James "I'd fuck your farts out of you" Joyce

>>10830306
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OFFICIAL /lit/ DUBLINERS POWER RANKINGS

GOD TIER
1. The Dead
GREAT TIER
2. A Little Cloud
3. Araby
4. Counterparts
5. A Painful Case
VERY GOOD TIER
6. Two Gallants
7. An Encounter
8. Clay
9. Ivy Day in the Committee Room
10. The Sisters
GOOD TIER
11. After the Race
12. Eveline
13. Grace
14. The Boarding House
15. A Mother