/lit/ - Literature

>>11638054
>The Picture of Dorian Gray
nice,
L'oeuvre by Zola might be what you're looking

>>11638083
Yeah this sounds interesting, thanks

Why is there a pickle and an apple at the bottom? Have another annunciation.

>>11638088
The apple represents the fall of man, the 'pickle' is a cucumber and represents the promise of redemption, though I'm not sure why exactly

>>11638088
>>11638101
I actually reading some more into it, the cucumber could represent the male part of original sin to the apple's female, though that seems quite Freudian

>>11638054
the moon and sixpence by w somerset maugham

>>11638136
>the moon and sixpence
Cheers

>>11638088
>>11638101
>>11638127
by the same painter

>>11638054
Honoré de Balzac - Le Chef-d’œuvre inconnu ("The Unknown Masterpiece")
>similar to L'oeuvre by Zola

Leonardo Sciascia - Todo Modo
>the protagonist is an artist and is obsessed with a painting throughout the whole story; also, the painting actually exists


*bonus*

Italo Calvino - Il castello dei destini incrociati ("The Castle of Crossed Destinies")
>the story originates from the positions and patterns of tarot cards on a table

>>11638054
oh hey i've seen that painting, it's in the national gallery in london. i like the bit where the woman is being zapped by the ufo

>>11638284
Thank you anon. That is a stunning painting

>>11638291
Yeah I saw it there originally and thought it was amazing and otherworldy

>>11638054
My Last Duchess by Robert Browning

That’s my last Duchess painted on the wall,
Looking as if she were alive. I call
That piece a wonder, now; Fra Pandolf’s hands
Worked busily a day, and there she stands.
Will’t please you sit and look at her? I said
“Fra Pandolf” by design, for never read
Strangers like you that pictured countenance,
The depth and passion of its earnest glance,
But to myself they turned (since none puts by
The curtain I have drawn for you, but I)
And seemed as they would ask me, if they durst,
How such a glance came there; so, not the first
Are you to turn and ask thus. Sir, ’twas not
Her husband’s presence only, called that spot
Of joy into the Duchess’ cheek; perhaps
Fra Pandolf chanced to say, “Her mantle laps
Over my lady’s wrist too much,” or “Paint
Must never hope to reproduce the faint
Half-flush that dies along her throat.” Such stuff
Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough
For calling up that spot of joy. She had
A heart—how shall I say?— too soon made glad,
Too easily impressed; she liked whate’er
She looked on, and her looks went everywhere.
Sir, ’twas all one! My favour at her breast,
The dropping of the daylight in the West,
The bough of cherries some officious fool
Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule
She rode with round the terrace—all and each
Would draw from her alike the approving speech,
Or blush, at least. She thanked men—good! but thanked
Somehow—I know not how—as if she ranked
My gift of a nine-hundred-years-old name
With anybody’s gift. Who’d stoop to blame
This sort of trifling? Even had you skill
In speech—which I have not—to make your will
Quite clear to such an one, and say, “Just this
Or that in you disgusts me; here you miss,
Or there exceed the mark”—and if she let
Herself be lessoned so, nor plainly set
Her wits to yours, forsooth, and made excuse—
E’en then would be some stooping; and I choose
Never to stoop. Oh, sir, she smiled, no doubt,
Whene’er I passed her; but who passed without
Much the same smile? This grew; I gave commands;
Then all smiles stopped together. There she stands
As if alive. Will’t please you rise? We’ll meet
The company below, then. I repeat,
The Count your master’s known munificence
Is ample warrant that no just pretense
Of mine for dowry will be disallowed;
Though his fair daughter’s self, as I avowed
At starting, is my object. Nay, we’ll go
Together down, sir. Notice Neptune, though,
Taming a sea-horse, thought a rarity,
Which Claus of Innsbruck cast in bronze for me!

>>11638299
Yes I forgot about that - If I had world enough and time.

Is it based on a real painting?

>>11638291
>ufo
this is literally the image of the sticky, how do you exist

>>11638294
I'm glad you like it. It's by Rubaldo Merello, a divisionist / symbolist painter from late 19th century / early 20th century.

>>11638304
I don't think it's based on a real painting. Or if there was an inspiration I don't know it. I just posted it because it's an enjoyable poem with a painting as the subject - similar to Picture of Dorian Gray.

>>11638299
What a terribly banal, non-aesthetic and useless poem.

>>11638054
In the book The Rings of Saturn there is a section analyzing the painting The Anatomy Lesson of Dr. Nicolas Tulip by Rembrandt. Probably my favorite part.

>>11638389
Hey, I just read that bit last night. But I was a bit sleepy so I didn't really read it properly. I heard really good things about The Rings of Saturn but I've no idea what to expect from it, so far I found it a bit hard to follow but maybe that's just because of said sleepiness. Anyway, nice coincidence seeing the picture again.

>>11638337
>how do you exist
well ya know i just keep breathing
how is it that someone can be as painfully humourless as you?

>>11638435
I am sorry, friend. It was a misunderstanding. Sarcastic humor does not translate well through the internet.

>>11638435
I also thought the book was hard to follow at times and often reread sections. For me Rings of Saturn is a book where I didn't necessarily enjoy reading it but afterwards I often vividly remember parts of it.

In this one thread, there was more art discussion and art posted(anime and porn excluded) than the entire /ic/ catalog a couple days ago.
Sage for shitposting.

>>11638483
What did he mean by this?

>>11638513
The board is almost entirely inhabited by porn artists and self promoters usually of subpar skill, and while there used to be good discussion and book threads, lately it's much more dead sans what I just described+ Art Feelz thread("why cant i draw boobies the way they look in my head?"), and the only people that work in traditional media are self promoters or very few and far in between.
Though taking a look at the front page right now, there is an artbook thread, but the only post that isn't a request is the OP.
tl;dr shit board used to be gud

>>11638574
Okay but we are on /lit/ here

>>11638574
>tl;dr shit board used to be gud
I now that feel, used to be a /biz/raeli pre 2014 before the crypto scourge. I remember a time when they would talk about nothing but forex and stocks, oh how I miss the days of chart patterns and meme lines. No point holding on to the memories, nothing lasts forever.

In Mexico City they somehow wandered into an exhibition of paintings by the beautiful Spanish exile Remedios Varo: in the central painting of a triptych, titled “Bordando el Manto Terrestre,” were a number of frail girls with heart-shaped faces, huge eyes, spun-gold hair, prisoners in the top room of a circular tower, embroidering a kind of tapestry which spilled out the slit windows and into a void, seeking hopelessly to fill the void: for all the other buildings and creatures, all the waves, ships and forests of the earth were contained in the tapestry, and the tapestry was the world. Oedipa, perverse, had stood in front of the painting and cried. No one had noticed; she wore dark green bubble shades. For a moment she’d wondered if the seal around her sockets were tight enough to allow the tears simply to go on and fill up the entire lens space and never dry. She could carry the sadness of the moment with her that way forever, see the world refracted through those tears, those specific tears, as if indices as yet unfound varied in important ways from cry to cry. She had looked down at her feet and known, then, because of a painting, that what she stood on had only been woven together a couple thousand miles away in her own tower, was only by accident known as Mexico, and so Pierce had take her away from nothing, there’d been no escape. What did she so desire escape from? Such a captive maiden, having plenty of time to think, soon realizes that her tower, its height and architecture, are like her ego only incidental: that what really keeps her where she is is magic, anonymous and malignant, visited on her from outside and for no reason at all. Having no apparatus except gut fear and female cunning to examine this formless magic, to understand how it works, how to measure its field strength, count its lines of force, she may fall back on superstition, or take up a useful hobby like embroidery, or go mad, or marry a disk jockey. If the tower is everywhere and the knight of deliverance no proof against its magic, what else?

Col49

>>11638574
I know all too well how that feels. these shitty tumblr artists are gonna be the death of art. One day in a drawthread I asked one dude to draw a futa loli giantess with feet and armpits prominent in the scene. And all I got was a shitty pencil sketch and I couldn't even tell where the armpits where. Even though he did it for free I was still fucking mad. Who the actual fuck draws this shit and think that this is acceptable to anyone other then their moms? I just wanted futa loli giantess because it's so hard to find any material and this is what I get. FUCK /ic/ AND FUCK THESE SHITTY ARTISTS THAT ARE WORSE THEN FUCKING SHADMAN.

>>11638054
History of the World in 10.5 Chapters IIRC

Also listen to Constantine's Dream by Patti Smith

>>11638389
One of my favourite books and a brilliant section

>>11638786
Thanks for the rec. Already know the song, think Banga is hugely underrated

Just read Dan Brown desu