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Anonymous Tue Jan 30 10:01:54 2018 No.10612005 [Reply] [Original]

Rewrite this in the style of your favorite author and others have to guess who your favorite author is

Anonymous Tue Jan 30 10:07:54 2018 No.10612020

I fucking love this piece. For some reason the
>yes
>YES
really gets me going. At first you think the Poetic Persona is afraid of the tiger, as you would. But the "yes YES" shows an excitement only a kid could display upon such a tragedy happening. Yes, Nael, the tiger is out indeed.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 10:10:28 2018 No.10612028 The tiger destroyed his cage. I didn't know how to feel about this, so I took a nap and then went for a swim.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 10:17:25 2018 No.10612045 File: 270 KB, 1159x1500, image.jpg [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google] >>10612005 The tiger Never needed to destroy his cage Only learn that the cage Society taught him to live in Never existed

Anonymous Tue Jan 30 10:19:25 2018 No.10612053

"And why shouldn't I break this cage...utterly destroy it?" thought Tiger Zargrilovnesyavich. "Am I not the most feared beast in the Jungle...yes...YES!...I AM GOD...I...I". He looked around in delirium, pacing back and forth across his narrow cage restlessly. Suddenly he stopped dead in his tracks. "Nyet...nyet...what is this madness? Surely it is just a fever...yes...yes...a fever, I must rest". He slumped suddenly in resignation, and a heavy sleepiness came over. When he awoke he wept bitterly at his fate.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 10:21:03 2018 No.10612059 Tyger Tyger burning bright, In the forests of the night: What immortal hand or eye, Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 10:22:33 2018 No.10612063 >>10612053 Dosto >>10612028 Camus?

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 10:23:12 2018 No.10612064 >>10612063 >Camus? Yes.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 10:25:43 2018 No.10612077 Der Tiger Der Tiger im Käfig Deutscher Tiger Deutscher Käfig Nun weiß er, wie es ist Nun reut er, was er ist Holocaust Bitte, bitte, bitte nicht vergessen Der Tiger Schuldig im Sinne der Anklage Und gut so

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 10:28:56 2018 No.10612091 Oooh The tiger destroyed his caaa-age! And now he's all in a raaa-age! The tiger is out (Yeah) The tiger is free (YEAH) And that why capitalism suuuuucks

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 10:31:06 2018 No.10612102 File: 58 KB, 700x394, rs-181510-166170046.jpg [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google] >>10612091 jim? could be any generic rock song t b h

Anonymous Tue Jan 30 10:40:12 2018 No.10612137

What is a cage to us tigers. A burden? A weary resignation? We laugh at such childish notions—for that we have more than enough good spirits, and a predators cheery indifference to hardship. Cages were made to be torn down, and tigers for tearing—motto of an immoralist.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 10:42:25 2018 No.10612143 someone do joyce's prose

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 10:44:49 2018 No.10612151 >>10612005 Reminder that this >>/lit/thread/9539229 was the best thread on /lit/ last year.

Anonymous Tue Jan 30 10:46:35 2018 No.10612157

The cage disappears when the tiger breaks through, and we might say that the former is refuted by the latter; in the same way when the cage is broken, the tiger may be explained to be a false form of the cage’s existence, for the tiger appears as its true nature in place of the cage. The ceaseless activity of their own inherent nature makes these stages moments of an organic unity, where they not merely do not contradict one another, but where one is as necessary as the other; and constitutes thereby the life of the whole.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 10:48:21 2018 No.10612165 >>10612143 >someone do joyce's prose The fart She destroyed his nose Yes YES The fart is out

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 10:48:46 2018 No.10612166 >>10612165 kekekekekekeekekek

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 10:50:36 2018 No.10612176 >>10612165 i think nael might have plagiarized joyce

Anonymous Tue Jan 30 10:50:42 2018 No.10612177

>>10612005
The tiger continued groaning and gnawing at the bars as beasts often do. Quite frankly, I thought that I should faint from the stench of disgust which overwhelmed me. The swirling patterns that wrapped themselves around the bars with a golden finish, evoking an almost oriental air about them, complimented the shimmer fur of the animal so beautifully. Rage consumed me; I’d skin a rug for myself had the equally brutish guards not been watching. The beast destroyed his cage, crying, “Yes! YES!” It where as though he saw in his onlookers faces of triumph rather than screeching terror. The lack of cheering upon the opium fog soon altered his temperament. “Why is no-one happy for me? I’m out!” he cried. “My friend,” I said, “to give one’s self liberty is to give one’s self death.”

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 10:52:44 2018 No.10612181 >>10612177 Sartre? >>10612157 Kierkegaard? Maybe Hegel

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 10:53:11 2018 No.10612182 >>10612181 It was Georg himself

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 10:54:52 2018 No.10612188 >>10612182 yes YES 1/1

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 10:56:46 2018 No.10612193 >>10612137 come on, is no one gonna guess this one? I made it so easy

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 10:57:05 2018 No.10612194 >>10612181 >Sartre Nope. Not an existentialist either.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 11:02:49 2018 No.10612203 >>10612194 damn, surprising. i dunno then

Anonymous Tue Jan 30 11:04:58 2018 No.10612211

>>10612005
It reminded me of my stay in Munich, of my fateful visit to the zoo in the full swing of winter. What do I remember most, but that incident? When that tiger destroyed his cage and something so queer happened - a little blonde boy, so separate among the shrieking, running crowd, stood still, staring at the snowy beast... and yelled "yes... YES!"
[10 pages later]
There is a tiger caged in me, I fear... I hope; a snowy beast waiting to be let loose. There is but one image that consoles me... it is that when it break free, that little blonde boy, so separate among the shrieking crowd, will be waiting there for me...

Anonymous Tue Jan 30 11:05:11 2018 No.10612213

>>10612005

and then Tiger, ancient and intractable, lumbered through the meadow where there was a creek down in the shadow of the wood; the same path where his grandfather Mr Tigerius III himself did lumber and did lean and did lap up water from the creek in 1870 some six years after escaping the war and founding the cage that bore his name and his son's name and now his grandson's name from which Tiger has tried his whole life to escape which now lay rusted at the edge of the cool shadowy flowing creek as he leant down to sit and rest and sip from the generational spring of Tomapakakwa County lest his children forget the cage that will one day bear their names

Anonymous Tue Jan 30 11:06:59 2018 No.10612221

Ah then, gentlemen! You might say that I am a pitiable sort, of an unquiet disposition, afraid of change. How wrong you are! In my own heart, I am as a tiger, breaking free of his cage, destroying it in the process. Yes, in my heart, I am the mighty tiger! It is only in my actions that I am the coward, and I sit with my thoughts and my spitefulness in the corner of the cage, decrying all men of action. I am not a man of action at heart? Certainly not. I am merely a coward of behavior. I am filled with such cage-breaking destruction inside that I am overcome with the spite and bitterness of being unable to break free of this metal prison.
Let me regale you with a most pitiable tale. A cage, one time, imprisoned me, as it were, inside of it. Ah, from that day on, I knew that I would repay this slight by the cagemaker tenfold! Every morning for four weeks, I would walk out to where the cage maker walks on his way to work, and every morning I resolved myself to destroy his damnable contraption in front of his face. He might slap me, imprison me again, even challenge me to a duel; so what? I implore him to attack me, to beat me down, to give me the solace of a vengeance paid in kind.
However, every morning for the first week, something got in the way. I could not find him in the crowded causeway of N--- Street, and, losing all hope, retired to my cage.
However, I regained my burning desire for even the slightest vengeance, and returned to the street that next Tuesday. At this moment, I saw him, that cagemaker: haughty, head upturned. The muzhiks and craftsmen of Petersburg all made way for the cagemaker. I started to walk towards him, but at the final minute, something within me broke, and I stepped aside like the rest.
However, at the end of the fourth week, on a Thursday, I did what I had set out to do. I saw him walking, cage in hand, walking like Great Napoleon in the street. I walked into his way, and stopped. He paused and stopped to look at what was blocking his path, and our eyes met. My countenance was sullen, spiteful. I had a wild look in my eyes that said I was ready for whatever came to me.
The cagemaker merely stepped to the side, and passed me by. I stood in the middle of N--- street, alone.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 11:14:00 2018 No.10612251 my only bars be xans lil tig out the pen yuh YUH we out here

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 11:15:51 2018 No.10612262 >>10612221 is this also dostoevsky?

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 11:21:52 2018 No.10612292 >>10612213 Faulkner?

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 11:22:26 2018 No.10612294 >>10612251 That "this dick ain't free" guy who everyone thinks is brilliant.

Anonymous Tue Jan 30 11:23:28 2018 No.10612300

Yea, the Lord doth crouch like a tiger. Yea, like a tiger of Ashur that runneth over the plains. Yea, YEA. The Lord breaketh the cage of Israel, O Babylon. Sing the praises of the Lord, the tiger is out of his cage. Sing His praises with lyre and drum.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 11:23:30 2018 No.10612301 >>10612292 Yup!

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 11:29:31 2018 No.10612326 >>10612300 God

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 11:30:02 2018 No.10612327 >>10612300 Unnamed Hebrew circa 1000 BC

Anonymous Tue Jan 30 11:33:47 2018 No.10612341

>>10612005
The sky was the color of the gutter outside a pharma depot over the Greater Cincinnati Menagerie. Between the endless flows of voyeurs, in the harsh glare of the neon sign declaring his name, "THE FIERCE TIGER" paced his cage. He wanted to be free, he needed to be free, he had to get out. Not even the constant stream of sedatives the carni-vet pumped into his IV tube could dull the raging feral instinct built by millions of years spent in the jungles of India, king cat, boss of the trees. His blood pumped frantically, adrenaline overwhelming the drug cocktail. Things had to change. He had to change them. A flash of orange and black, and the aluminum bars crumpled beneath his paws. Alarms sounded immediately, tourists screamed and ran, mothers grabbed their children and daughters grabbed their parents. Yes, YES, now this was power. The tiger ignored the menagerie guests, keeping a sharp watch on the entrance it knew would soon release animal control techs, fully armed with hypnodarts and neocarbon armor. The tiger bounded to the top of the next-door elephant cage, and from there to the next cage over. A dart ricocheted off the bars two inches from its paw, and the beast cowered for an split second, fear of the drugs briefly paralyzing it. But almost immediately it was up again and running, now towards the high, barbed wire-topped wall that stood between it and the Cincinnati Sprawl. One powerful leap carried all the hunger of its ancestors with it. The tiger could feel razor wires cutting the flesh under its belly, but then it was over and falling toward freedom. With all the agility of a housecat it hit the ground and took off running. Police sirens wailed in the distance, and some feral wisdom took the creature in the direction of the sewers.
The tiger was out.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 11:33:55 2018 No.10612343 >>10612327 you mean 15 unnamed caananites that were later redacted and edited together by levite priests during the babylonian exile

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 11:41:16 2018 No.10612366 File: 67 KB, 549x656, Nietzsche Mustache.jpg [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google] >>10612137

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 11:42:21 2018 No.10612373 >>10612366 duh, good job anon

Anonymous Tue Jan 30 11:42:38 2018 No.10612374

Before we consider the tiger and its negation of the cage we must first know what is the nature of this transition between this being-in-there and being-not-in-there. In the state of being-in-there the tiger is haunted by the being-not-in-there as it presents itself as a potential for being, in the refractory process of the for-itself. In this for-itself refrain the tiger faces a dilemma between being-in-there and being-not-in-there. Being-in-there and not-being-in-there both are indistinguishable from each other given that both can be presented as for-itself-in-itself. In this sense being-in-the-cage and being-not-in-the-cage is the same.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 11:44:08 2018 No.10612381 Tiger, cage, whatever. The real cage is in your mind. Destroy your mind, destroy your cage, set the tiger free.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 11:44:15 2018 No.10612383 >>10612374 Martin Heidtiger

Anonymous Tue Jan 30 11:45:27 2018 No.10612386

The tiger is destroying the tiger in the cage is the tiger destroying his cage is the cage destroying the tiger? yes. the cage the tiger is destroying is the cage destroying the tiger. the tiger in the tiger is the cage is the tiger out? yes. the tiger is the tiger is the tiger.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 11:48:02 2018 No.10612398 >>10612165 10/10

Anonymous Tue Jan 30 11:49:08 2018 No.10612404

>>10612005
There is a tiger, which is in a cage, which holds the former. The latter is destroyed by it's occupant, whom, after this destruction, cried out, "Yes, YES!" The former occupant, whom is now free, is now out. And It's cage, which is now destroyed, is no longer holding it.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 11:49:32 2018 No.10612405 >>10612194 Kafka?

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 11:49:55 2018 No.10612409 >>10612383 close but no cookie

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 11:51:19 2018 No.10612414 >>10612409 no effing way. who is it supposed to be then?

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 11:53:11 2018 No.10612424 >>10612414 Jean-Paul Sartre.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 11:54:01 2018 No.10612427 >>10612059 >tfw I know this from The mentalist

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 11:54:46 2018 No.10612429 >>10612059 Lord Byron.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 11:55:35 2018 No.10612434 >>10612429 bait

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 12:00:28 2018 No.10612453 File: 115 KB, 325x585, ML_70649_front_CST2015.jpg [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google] >>10612005 for sale tiger cage slightly damaged

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 12:03:02 2018 No.10612465 >>10612053 Pretty gud

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 12:04:58 2018 No.10612478 >>10612053 Victor Pelevin

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 12:05:04 2018 No.10612480 >>10612374 Kierkegaard, Either/Or specifically?

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 12:06:10 2018 No.10612487 >>10612063 >Dosto Yeah, sorry forgot to respond. It is indeed Dosto

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 12:06:44 2018 No.10612491 >>10612453 Lmao

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 12:07:51 2018 No.10612497 >>10612453 F Scott Fitzgerald

Anonymous Tue Jan 30 12:08:51 2018 No.10612502

>be me
>summer job at the zoo
>take a nap
>checking up on the animals
>tiger cage broke
>brat screaming YES
>first thing tiger did after getting out was taking a shit
>i'll have to clean that later
>pick up the backup paralyser gun
>walk around for half an hour across the place aftrr the fucking thing
>police calls
>they found the cat on the road
>notice clock
>hasn't been my shift for five minutes
>current guy is sleeping
>drop phone
>leave

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 12:09:12 2018 No.10612503 >>10612005 The best tigers of my generation Destroyed their cages amen amen Running out into the world like mad cats

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 12:21:54 2018 No.10612543 >>10612503 Allen Ginsberg

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 12:30:17 2018 No.10612568 The tiger was freed when it reached the mirrors on the spiral staircase. The cage shattered, and I was standing in an open field, waiting for the knife fight to start. I wondered how I would've coped if my death had taken place in the asylum.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 12:32:09 2018 No.10612577 >>10612177 >stench of disgust which overwhelmed me must be lovecraft

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 12:34:01 2018 No.10612581 >>10612381 bruce lee

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 12:56:18 2018 No.10612657 >>10612165 t. Have only heard of Joyce through meme posts on /lit/ and never read a word of Joyce in my life

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 12:57:06 2018 No.10612660 >>10612568 Sylvia Platt.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 13:02:06 2018 No.10612675 >>10612568 Gaucho Jones

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 13:04:26 2018 No.10612683 >>10612091 pynchon?

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 13:05:29 2018 No.10612686 >>10612374 hegel

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 13:15:53 2018 No.10612725 File: 594 KB, 1300x1192, spicy sandler.png [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google] >>10612053 >Tiger Zargrilovnesyavich

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 13:40:01 2018 No.10612811 >The tiger >he hath broken free of his bondage >aye >AYE >The tiger roameth uninhibited

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 13:43:37 2018 No.10612827 >>10612386 gertrude stein i think

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 13:44:27 2018 No.10612829 >>10612827 Fuck that talentless dyke

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 13:44:37 2018 No.10612832 >>10612827 correct!

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 13:47:21 2018 No.10612844 >>10612829 incorrect!

Anonymous Tue Jan 30 13:49:33 2018 No.10612852

I spoke to many people into the city of Lycia and they all told me the same story of a tiger which escaped its cage. The cage was 9 feet long and 12 broad. So I was told. I myself do not believe this story because how could a tiger possibly break metal with its claws. Where the tiger then went I was told but I will not write it here.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 13:52:47 2018 No.10612863 File: 221 KB, 413x960, 2832F312-A3D7-41F1-94DC-AB64F182F85C.jpg [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google]

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 13:53:50 2018 No.10612866 This meme isn't funny

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 13:55:55 2018 No.10612881 >>10612045 uhh.... Plato??

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 13:56:49 2018 No.10612887 >>10612866 It's not a meme you chip.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 13:58:55 2018 No.10612894 >>10612453 ajajajajajaaaaaj i doubt it gets any better than this

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 14:01:53 2018 No.10612912 >>10612102 hey man, don't taint jim's name by associating it with plebeian politicalism

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 14:06:38 2018 No.10612928 >>10612852 herodotus most assuredly >>10612863 ee? >>10612453 hems obv >>10612053 pretty funny, but doesn't really work without the obvious russki refs >>10612077 gunteeeeer >>10612221 dostooooo

Anonymous Tue Jan 30 14:16:58 2018 No.10612959

ENTER HERALD

KING: What news? A rider in such furious haste
Must bring some word that cannot wait for breath.
Speak now, pant later.

HERALD: Good my lord, I will:
Although the awful news I carry here
Will make thee rather wish for more delay.
The greatest marvel of thy palace grounds
Is that menagerie of curious beasts
Which draws the people of the city close
To gaze in wonder and astonishment.
Of all those mighty creatures, mightiest yet
Is that peculiar tawny monster, brought
From forest never mapped, in Indian lands.
To his cage only do the crowd incline,
For what are wolves, bears, jackals and the like
When such a beast as this is held beside?
This morning, on th'appointed hour, they came
And pressed in eager masses close around,
But he inside ignored their murmuring sighs,
Remaining steadfast in a stubborn sleep,
Until, made saucy by his captured foe
Some wolfhound set to barking at the cage...
This, for a while, he scorned to recognize
Except by merest flicking of the ear;
But on a sudden, up erupts from rest
In frenzied rage, whirls round to face the cur
And leaps with all his fury on the bars.

KING: The bars did not hold firm?

HERALD: My lord, they held
As firm as Darius held back Alexander,
Or I might hold the club of Hercules.
In half the time it takes to speak these words
The lock was splintered: open flew the door
And in an instant out the monster leaps
Among the crowd.

KING: Did all the folk escape?

HERALD: Though hope would have it so, I cannot tell:
With desperate shrieks and cries, all rushed away,
The crowd so fast retreating from the cage
Their motion seemed like water flying back
When children heave a millstone in a pond.
Each mother clutched her babe, each man his child,
And scrambling so, each seeks the nearest door,
Until at last no living thing remains
Except the monster striding back and forth,
Whilst out from every door and window peep
The timorous people, every one transfixed -
They dare not look, and dare not look away,
So much their wonder struggles with their fear.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 14:26:58 2018 No.10612996 >>10612005 The tiger burst from his cage, and for a moment I thought I could see Sensei smiling, as if it reminded him of something greater than I could understand.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 14:28:04 2018 No.10613000 >>10612221 Dosto Is this inspired from notes or the adolescent?

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 14:28:56 2018 No.10613003 >>10612959 >check google >no results brrroooooo this is fucking marvelous i kiss the hand that filled the bowl that fed the child that became the man who typed this

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 14:29:14 2018 No.10613004 THE TIGER they say tigers b u r s t from their cages like blood from my vagina. But you can't keep t h i s cat Caged.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 14:29:58 2018 No.10613011 >>10612959 Jordan Peterson

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 14:35:06 2018 No.10613038 The tiger escapaed yes yes yes. BABANABABALAMANCIAOANFNCTJSJANAJALQLXKANAQUQANAJQUANAKEKEKEKEKEKEKAKAHQKAKANXOA

Anonymous Tue Jan 30 14:35:08 2018 No.10613039

So, you are there and a tiger is in front of you. You don't know why the tiger is there or why it's closed in a cage like people in a medieval caste were closed by its walls. Why is there a cage here? Where is even HERE?

Your eyes focus on the tiger moving towards you with absent eyes like that new waiter from your favorite restaurant just near your home. Everything around you is blurred and out of view, you keep focusing on the tiger. What is it doing, calmly moving behind the bars, you wonder. You move your eyes around, trying to understand what place is this. It's just the zoo, you realize with a slight relief.

When you go back and look at the cage the tiger is not there anymore, it's out. You don't know how to feel, scared that a tiger is free of its metal cubic leash, happy that it's out in the wild again or confused of how the tiger did it. It doesn't matter, as the story goes on in a different way once you turn the page.

Anonymous Tue Jan 30 14:37:09 2018 No.10613055

Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a roartiger coming down along the road and this roartiger 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 roartiger came down the road where Betty Byrne lived: she sold lemon platt.

O, the wild rose blossoms
On the little green place.

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>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 14:38:29 2018 No.10613062 From the cage a tiger out came

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 14:41:36 2018 No.10613079 the tiger had escaped its cage so we set out an expedition and shot it. when we returned to camp we drank and called all of our wives bitches

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 14:42:41 2018 No.10613086 >>10612005 I cannot do it. This is perfection itself, and rewriting it in any fashion would only create something weak and feeble.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 14:43:09 2018 No.10613089 >>10612881 Rupi Kaur silly

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 14:46:57 2018 No.10613105 >>10613089 lol i thought that might be the case, but that's way deper than any meme poem i've read. stylistically sure, but it just reminded me of the cave and all that

Anonymous Tue Jan 30 14:49:03 2018 No.10613118
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Que muera conmigo el misterio que está escrito en los tigres. Quien ha entrevisto el universo, quien ha entrevisto los ardientes designios del universo, no puede pensar en un hombre, en sus triviales dichas o desventuras, aunque ese hombre sea él. Ese hombre ha sido él y ahora no le importa. Qué le importa la suerte de aquel otro, qué le importa la nación de aquel otro, si él, ahora es nadie. Por eso no pronuncio la fórmula, por eso dejo que me olviden los días, acostado en la oscuridad.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 14:50:29 2018 No.10613128 >>10612959 15/10

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 14:51:52 2018 No.10613133 The tiger He destroyed the cage No NO Not an argument

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 15:00:45 2018 No.10613173 File: 284 KB, 868x2096, Bardposting.png [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google] >>10612959 Actual shivers. Was this you as well?

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 15:07:02 2018 No.10613199 File: 13 KB, 184x184, 1502987524359.jpg [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google] >>10612959

Anonymous Tue Jan 30 15:10:27 2018 No.10613216

>>10612005
We all gulped down wine from our wineskins and waited in the street. The tiger had escaped his cage, broken free to the street, and layed on the cobblestones by the plaza.
"Shall I fetch the rifle? You've taken down larger cats, I'm sure".
I stared at the tiger, his mane collecting dust from the street. It wouldn't be right. In Africa, a man may come across such a beast only months into an expedition, and the thrill of hearing its roar and hearing the thumping of those paws on the barren soil, such a thrill that a man may not come across such a feeling again in his life, save perhaps were he to lay with a truly spectacular woman.
"Fetch him some water. The creature is wounded and exhausted. Surely, he will not last until night fall as is."
I took another long swig from the wineskin, the dust caught in my own whiskers, myself feeling such futility as that lion might have felt, if not on the same scale.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 15:11:10 2018 No.10613220 >>10612091 Rage against the machine or symptom of a downs.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 15:13:05 2018 No.10613227 Ao triste tigre enjaulado A boa chance pudera Enfraquecer o grelhado Para que escapasse a fera Saindo, não tinha pelo algum Mantendo o porte digno de leão Não era afinal tigre nenhum Era El-Rei, D.Sebastião!.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 15:17:27 2018 No.10613245 File: 8 KB, 285x177, images (8).jpg [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google] >>10612959 Marvelous

Anonymous Tue Jan 30 15:22:18 2018 No.10613261

1. The tiger is all that is in the cage.
1.1 The tiger is the largest of cats, not of things.
1.11 The tiger is determined by the cats, and by their being all the cats.
1.12 For the largest of cats determines what is in the cage, and also whatever is out of the cage.
1.13 The cats in logical space are the tiger.
1.2 The tiger breaks out into cats.
1.21 Each feline can be in the cage or out of the cage while everything else remains the same.

Anonymous Tue Jan 30 15:22:51 2018 No.10613262

A man raised as his own
a tiger cub, not weaned
yet, robbed of the breast,
gentle in the beginning,
the children’s pet, and to
the old a quiet pleasure.
And often in his arms
he rocked it like a baby,
its bright eyes ever turned
to the hand it nuzzled
to ease the belly’s hunger.

But as time passed it showed
the color of its bloodlines,
and in return for all
the kindness it received
from those who fostered it,
it made a bleak, forbidden
feast, cruel slaughter of all
the cattle, the house foul
with blood, since no one could
beat back the agony,
and all about them, near
and far, a chaos of strewn
corpses. A priest of death
and ruin, ordained by god,
was nurtured in the cage.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 15:23:22 2018 No.10613268 >>10613261 Spinoza?

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 15:23:23 2018 No.10613269 >>10612341 Reminds me of Neuromancer but I might be way off

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 15:23:38 2018 No.10613271 File: 321 KB, 2000x1500, wit.jpg [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google]

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 15:24:41 2018 No.10613277 >>10613261 >>10613271

Anonymous Tue Jan 30 15:25:14 2018 No.10613281

The tiger out of his cage.— Panem et circenses: we take ourselves to be morally superior to great beasts of the wilderness when we incarcerate them in our zoos, and then witness, upon their triumphant escape, when they maul a human or two. But they are simply obeying their nature — as are we when we declaw these beasts and call their suffering our entertainment.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 15:25:29 2018 No.10613284 >>10612503 >madcatz >Here's ur poem, bro!

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 15:35:37 2018 No.10613311 >>10613055 Faulkner again?

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 15:37:25 2018 No.10613314 >>10613311 It's the opening of Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 15:38:02 2018 No.10613316 >>10613216 Shit I switched from tiger to lion halfway through. I'm a little drunk, in true fashion.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 15:39:21 2018 No.10613319 >>10613314 I don't know how I was just that retarded. I switched the animal in my own story and forgot a book I've read several times.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 15:39:40 2018 No.10613321 >>10613261 i like this

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 15:40:55 2018 No.10613325 >>10613262 milton? wonderful poem btw

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 15:41:50 2018 No.10613328 >>10613118 Te doy un (tu) porque cuando yo hago a Borges nadie me lo da, y esta mas o menos.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 15:43:09 2018 No.10613336 >>10613261 WitTigernstein

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 15:46:59 2018 No.10613348 >>10612959 unsurpassable

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 15:49:12 2018 No.10613350 >>10613325 nah it's aeschylus translated by shapiro, i just changed two words. i'm rereading the oresteia and i really like this translation.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 15:53:42 2018 No.10613361 >>10612064 Leave this board until you get a better favourite author

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 15:56:55 2018 No.10613368 File: 49 KB, 800x450, large.jpg [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google] >>10613328 >esta mas o menos Es el último párrafo de La escritura de Dios.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 15:57:55 2018 No.10613373 >>10613361 I had a better favorite author when I got here, but then you brainlets dragged me down to your level. Funnin' aside, I love Camus.

Anonymous Tue Jan 30 16:08:31 2018 No.10613419

A tiger thought himself caged. Day by day he pranced back and forth, until finally a terrible anger overcame him and he broke the bars and jumped from his prison in ecstasy. But, suddenly freed and therefore lost and helpless, he realized this: not to be freed had been his wish, but to be transferred to some new cage, one he had yet to learn to hate. The possibility of freedom had only lain in the hope that his creator would intercede in the transfer and point at him and say: "Not this one, this one comes with me!".

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 16:10:32 2018 No.10613428 >>10613373 Who is having fun here?

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 16:17:34 2018 No.10613464 >>10613428 Certainly not anyone reading Camus

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 16:23:54 2018 No.10613502 >>10612959 Exquisite

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 16:28:09 2018 No.10613533 >>10612005 It's fucking unreal how unironically great this poem is

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 16:29:36 2018 No.10613545 >>10613533 i agree

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 16:30:39 2018 No.10613551 >>10612020 yes YES may be the single greatest poetic device ever used, both in its simplicity and its sheer veracious effect>>10612028

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 16:31:34 2018 No.10613554 >>10613533 >>10613545 are you guys memeing me again?

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 16:31:52 2018 No.10613556 >>10612005 The tiger has a sharp claw he uses unseen to destroy the cage Yes Yes The tiger has destroyed the cage of the cruel capitalist system

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 16:33:38 2018 No.10613562 File: 2.06 MB, 1280x1457, e3f (1).png [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google] >>10612005 Is there more of this OP?

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 16:34:41 2018 No.10613567 File: 511 KB, 492x647, hmm.png [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google] what would /lit/'s reaction be if Nael happened to be black?

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 16:36:46 2018 No.10613574 The n---- He destroyed his cage Yes YES The n---- is out

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 16:36:55 2018 No.10613575 >>10613554 >m-muh memes this is the pleb's reaction when faced with greatness he can not grasp free yourself from your cage, so you may become a tiger

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 16:38:16 2018 No.10613584 >>10613567 I would be less inclined to see her.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 16:39:19 2018 No.10613589 >>10613464 git gud

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 16:40:20 2018 No.10613592 >>10612453 Kek.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 16:40:58 2018 No.10613593 >>10613567 I'd still love the poem, and still feel the same way about black people.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 16:52:24 2018 No.10613644 >>10613368 gtfo spic

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 17:07:13 2018 No.10613721 >>10612959 Amazing. You are a god, anon.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 17:09:15 2018 No.10613739 >>10613567 I'd celebrate a wonderful poem by a black author which has nothing to do with being black

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 17:10:42 2018 No.10613747 >>10613350 oh ok thx

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 17:16:00 2018 No.10613779 >>10612059 Pynchon

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 17:16:44 2018 No.10613785 >>10612959 legendary bardposting

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 17:18:28 2018 No.10613798 >>10613227 quase lá, mas bem bom

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 17:39:45 2018 No.10613913 File: 34 KB, 600x450, 1512922586228.jpg [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google] >>10613562

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 17:45:20 2018 No.10613939 >>10612453 Is this supposed to be a xXx pun on Xander Cage???

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 17:45:30 2018 No.10613941 >>10612211 Faulkner for sure

Anonymous Tue Jan 30 17:50:51 2018 No.10613962

The tiger had lay waste to his cage, a phrase which here means "gotten rid of the only thing that keeps the tiger from being out". With a triumphant "Yes, YES!", Count Olaf rode the tiger into the sunset. Nobody chased after him this time because he's on a goddamn tiger.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 17:52:26 2018 No.10613969 >>10612005 A screaming comes across the cage. The Keeper, Harrow "Marrow" deFang, has heard it before, but there is nothing to compare it to now. It is too late. The tiger is out.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 17:54:10 2018 No.10613978 >>10613055 >write in the style of your favorite author >literally just plagiarizes by replacing moocow with roaringtiger >doesn't even rewrite the poem Holy shit you're god awful.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 17:54:19 2018 No.10613979 >>10613567 Given that it's an Arabic name I wasn't expecting him to be white. Why were you?

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 17:55:58 2018 No.10613990 >>10613939 goram pleb (sorry had to say it) look up hemingway "baby shoes for sale. never worn"

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 17:57:26 2018 No.10614000 >>10613990 >>goram pleb >takes the bait Sorry, but who's the pleb again?

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 18:00:09 2018 No.10614009 >>10613978 You seem angry

Anonymous Tue Jan 30 18:03:11 2018 No.10614026

>>10613979
actually to me it totally sounds like the kind of name a white person from california or some such place would use for their kid. i've never met or heard of an arab with a name like that.
and according to this
https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Na%C3%ABl
it's not necessarily arabic

Anonymous Tue Jan 30 18:06:03 2018 No.10614034

>>10614009
He failed to even rewrite the poem in the style of his favorite author. Not only could he not recreate the style, but he couldn't even recreate the SIMPLE NARRATIVE STRUCTURE OF THE POEM. At no point does the tiger break out from a cage. Because at no point is Joyce's opening to Portrait is the moocow in a cage. If you are the person who wrote that, you should never write creatively ever in your life. You also appear to have a low IQ because you couldn't even do what was asked in the OP, that is if you are the person who "wrote", read plagiarized, that.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 18:07:27 2018 No.10614037 >>10614034 what if he was just shitting on the author, calling him a hack?

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 18:07:36 2018 No.10614040 >>10614026 You're right, he might not be Arabic. He might be descended from any of the French African colonies or Haiti. Whatever it is, it's not a name that screams "white" to me.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 18:09:17 2018 No.10614046 >>10614034 I'm just curious as to why you're so personally invested in an obvious shitpost.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 18:09:50 2018 No.10614048 File: 37 KB, 800x450, itsme.jpg [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google] >>10614000 i think we both know the answer to that... >gets trips of truth why must you rub it in

Anonymous Tue Jan 30 18:10:19 2018 No.10614052

Now that it was past seven the air was finally cooling and it was no longer necessary to keep out of the sunlight. The old man had been sitting unmoving a long time. He sat tilted sideways to favour his leg.

He was deep in thought. Occasionally he raised his glance to the cage at the far end of the warehouse. Even with half the cage now in shadow it was still possible to make out the shape inside.

There had been quite a commotion that morning. A train carrying an assortment of circus animals had made a routine stop in the town, and someone had noticed a problem with one of the tiger cages. The driver had refused to continue the journey with the damaged cage on board. It was more than his job was worth, he insisted. Eventually matters had been arranged. Another train would be coming through the next day; they would take the tiger.

All that afternoon the tiger had been the centre of attention, but now people were eating, and the warehouse was quiet.

The old man walked up to the cage.

"Hey," he said.

The tiger looked at him.

The man walked around the cage and as he did so the tiger's eyes followed him. It was the same way a bull will look at you in the ring, when it has picked you out from among all the people there as the one it is going to kill.

But you're not a bull, the old man thought. You're not a bull, and I'm not a matador any more.

He stood for a long time looking at the tiger. Then he turned and limped across the street and went into the café. "Alejandro," he said. "Can I borrow your hammer and chisel?"

The man behind the counter gave him an enquiring look.

"Just for a few moments," said the old man.

He took the hammer and chisel and left the café and went back across the street and entered the warehouse without bothering to close the door behind him and went up to the cage. The tiger watched him but did not rise.

The old man slid the chain around, examining each link carefully. Eventually he found one that was split. He put the chisel into this link and wedged it up against the bars so it couldn't give and swung the hammer. There was a squeak and the link came open and the chain slithered through the bars and fell to the ground. The man laid the tools carefully on the ground at his feet and then lifted the latch on the cage door and stood back and and took off his jacket and held it as a matador holds the cape and waited.

[1/2]

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 18:11:00 2018 No.10614056 >>10614034 btfo

Anonymous Tue Jan 30 18:11:23 2018 No.10614059

>>10614052

The tiger did not move.

Come on, you old bastard, thought the man. What's the matter with you.

He remembered a day in the great Corrida in Madrid, right at the start of his career, when he had had a very bad bull who had backed into his querencia and refused to charge. This was always the most dangerous situation for a matador who wished to do things properly because it was necessary to move right in close, to give the bull a chance to kill you, to draw him out. He remembered how frightened he had been.

The tiger stood up.

That's right, he thought. Come on.

The tiger moved forward to the door. It stood as though perplexed. The door swung a little open then stopped.

"I'm sorry we have no picadors for you," the man said. "I couldn't afford good ones now anyway so you're better off."

The tiger moved smoothly out of the cage. All this time its eyes never left the man. The man turned sideways and brought the jacket up and stood erect and quite unmoving. Suddenly the tiger leaped forward. The man turned with the charge, executing a perfectly respectable Veronica, but the tiger did not follow the cloth, and instead took the man in the shoulder with its jaws.

You're doing it wrong, thought the man. You should have followed the cloth. The fault is yours entirely, but I forgive you. These things are not easy. This will be my sixty-third time in the ring, and you are new to it.

The tiger was shaking him. There was immense pressure, but no pain. Then the man felt the pressure slacken and he fell on his back on the ground.

In the distance he heard a scream. Then there were voices.

- Is he still alive?

- Where is it?

- What about him?

- It's gone.

- Someone call the police.

- Let's get him to the doctor.

He felt himself being lifted. It was a good Veronica, he thought.

As he was carried through the night air he remembered he ought to return the hammer and chisel. He made an effort to tell the person nearest his head that Alejandro would be waiting for the return of his hammer and chisel, but he could not make himself heard, and after a moment's effort it did not seem worth while. Anyway, he thought, they're just by the cage door. He'll find them all right.

[2/2]

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 18:11:39 2018 No.10614060 >>10614037 >red herring Sorry but I took English 101. Not even going to engage with you. >>10614046 Because it's the only shitpost that fails to follow the structure laid out in the original post.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 18:13:08 2018 No.10614065 >>10614060 Yeah that's why it's a shitpost. If it makes you feel better, I made two actual posts: >>10612996 >>10613004

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 18:13:43 2018 No.10614068 >tfw i've been trying for hours to rewrite it in the style of my favourite author (god) but i can't

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 18:16:04 2018 No.10614082 >>10612959 why is everyone so excited by this one, is there some obscure memetic reference im missing out on? what does it mean? who is it supposed to be?

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 18:17:05 2018 No.10614086 >>10614082 It appears to actually be written in iambic pentameter. That's pretty strong commitment.

Anonymous Tue Jan 30 18:17:37 2018 No.10614091

>>10613913
I'm glad to say that Nael so totally and mercilessly obliterates this weak, inhuman trash that it's not worht another second of consideration

The Tiger is a total poem, it encompasses the fiercest aspects of nature, the deepest depths of human experience and all that in just 5 short, simple lines

"Haiku by a Robot" is nothing, it's a cute child's game, that might, in some laborious way be seen as an intelligent game of poetry. "The Tiger" is the will of God expressed through words

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 18:18:54 2018 No.10614099 >>10614082 are you dense?

Anonymous Tue Jan 30 18:19:26 2018 No.10614104

>>10614082
It's a great attempt at rendering Shakespeare, a smart and ambitious answer to OP's challenge and just a great bit of literature on it's own

Do you see nothing in:

>Except the monster striding back and forth,
>Whilst out from every door and window peep
>The timorous people, every one transfixed -
>They dare not look, and dare not look away,
>So much their wonder struggles with their fear.

?

Anonymous Tue Jan 30 18:21:16 2018 No.10614114

Cages are the source of tools we use to keep tigers, dangerous animals, from hurting our society. This way justice shall prevail, right?
Of course.
But let's picture a tiger that finds himself able to destroy his cage and run away, ok?
Ok.
The tiger would be out, then.
yes
And he's a dangerous animal, right?
YES, SOCRATES

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 18:22:30 2018 No.10614120 >>10614114 This reads like you lost interest after the 3rd line

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 18:33:28 2018 No.10614165 >>10612213 Corncob McCarthy

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 18:34:40 2018 No.10614172 >>10612294 He's good though.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 18:35:49 2018 No.10614181 >>10614091 Nael is modern Nathan is postmodern

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 18:37:10 2018 No.10614188 >>10612959 Holy ... I want more except unironically

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 18:48:33 2018 No.10614233 >>10613269 The opening line was meant to clue you in, but it's been a while since I read it so maybe I missed the mark a bit

Anonymous Tue Jan 30 18:49:17 2018 No.10614238

>>10612005
The cage lay desolate ribs asunder against the penumbral sky, the beast that had lain within vanished from the sight of him or any other man or of God and His angels and all His judgement.

The tiger, he said.

Yea.

It's out.

Yea.

He spat.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 18:55:48 2018 No.10614275 >>10614104 >>10614086 Besides the iambic pantameter it doesn't really sound like Shakespeare to me.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 19:21:10 2018 No.10614391 >>10612453 Cheeky breeky >>10612959 Spectacular

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 19:28:09 2018 No.10614430 RAWR! clink ca-chunk thung RAAAWWR!

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 19:31:00 2018 No.10614448 Sumido en el fragor del fuego el heresiarca resolvio el codigo hermetico, justo antes de gastar su ultimo aliento, transmutandose en tigre.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 19:58:42 2018 No.10614596 >>10614059 Ernie Hemingway

Anonymous Tue Jan 30 20:11:08 2018 No.10614664

The tiger has walked not out of a cage, but into a prior dream, and that dream lies within another, and so on, to infinity, which is the number of grains of sand. The path that the tiger is to take is endless, and it will die before it has truly reached the outside.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 20:18:06 2018 No.10614696 >>10613941 no sorry a little difficult since translations

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 20:20:10 2018 No.10614707 >>10613941 >>10614696 maybe Mann (Death in Venice)

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 20:29:40 2018 No.10614749 >>10614707 Indeed Mann. Tried to imitate his short stories.

Anonymous Tue Jan 30 20:32:36 2018 No.10614763

>>10612005
The cage measures 10 meters wide, 8 meters and 6 meters high. There is one tiger, who has stripes of red and white in the ratio 3:1, which also has four legs. The temperature in the room was 290 degrees Kelvin, which meant the tiger had to expend 10.3% less kilojoules of energy in homeostasis. (For more information on this mechanic, please refer to Apendix 8B).

Hence, when the cage was lifted a total of 20 centimeters, the tiger was able to escape. He built up a momentum of 64000 Ns allowing him to temporally lift up the cage to get out. Once out the tiger had feelings of 75% glee, 15% fear and 10% boredom.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 20:42:23 2018 No.10614791 >>10612959 >forgetting the final couplet a boy, therein, held not his giddy glee "yea," quoth he, "yea. the tiger runneth free."

Anonymous Tue Jan 30 20:50:01 2018 No.10614826

>>10614430
Ryukishi07

>>10614059
James Joyce

I put on a black shirt, black trousers and black gloves. I also had underwear on. The other park wardern next to me was wearing a red jacket, black point high-heeled boots and a Limp Bizkit t-shirt. i can't believe a prep would lizten to limp bizzcut!

Anyway, suddENly a animal ran in pacing very fast like a sharktopus on crak. It was red and orange (basically like a tiger) and had stripes butt we were scared because we didnt no what it waz. Suddenly we realized. It was a tiger!!!!11111111!!!!!!

I paniked. I didn't know what to do. The other ranger was a prep and ran away. Then it occured to me. Suddenly I had a vision in a dream that I would knew how 2 escape. I took the key and opnend the cage. The was no one their! So I was safe in da cage.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 20:52:30 2018 No.10614835 >>10614664 Borges?

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 20:53:37 2018 No.10614842 >>10614664 have never read borges in english, but must be borges, he liked sand and bifurcations.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 20:55:39 2018 No.10614851 File: 62 KB, 278x159, nick-about1.jpg [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google] >>10614763 Not enough hexadecimal color codes frankly

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 20:58:19 2018 No.10614870 >>10614851 Correct.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 20:58:36 2018 No.10614872 >>10614842 >>10614835 Correct.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 20:59:17 2018 No.10614880 He breaks in form, like the passions, Of some doting rosey loves; Yea, the form, the manly mane Leaps from bars so harsh the tame.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 20:59:57 2018 No.10614883 >>10612211 No clue but I like it

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 21:00:56 2018 No.10614892 >>10614883 Thanks anon

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 21:04:13 2018 No.10614911 >>10614104 >They dare not look, and dare not look away He even has a paradox like in MacBeth. Fuck yeah. This guy is awesome.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 21:07:50 2018 No.10614927 >>10614104 >>They dare not look, and dare not look away, >>So much their wonder struggles with their fear. these verses are great

Anonymous Tue Jan 30 21:17:29 2018 No.10614990

Can someone do Tolstoy?

I was going to try and do Shakespeare, but English is not my first language and I am not very skilled in Iambic pentameter. I was going to do the thing in free verse, but using a densely metaphorical language and the kind of imagery that Shakespeare used.

However, after this:

>>10612959

What else is there for me to do?

Congratulations, Anon, for reading Shakespeare with such atention that you were able to do this. I wouldlike toknow more about you, your favorite books and your projects.

But again, can anyone do Tolstoy?

Anonymous Tue Jan 30 22:04:59 2018 No.10615219

The sun did not shine.
There was nothing to do.
So we sat in the house
And played Tomb Raider 2.

I sat there with Sally.
I felt half-demented.
I said: "How I wish
MMOs were invented!"

Too wet to go out!
We were too young for sex!
So we sat in the house!
We were both nervous wrecks!

Then the sun started shining;
I stopped feeling blue:
I said: "Get your coat on,
Let's go to the zoo!"

Alas! When we got there
It wasn't much fun:
The animals sat
And just blinked in the sun.

They were so disappointing,
It filled me with rage;
Till a sign caught my eye
Saying "CAT IN A CAGE".

"That might be worth seeing."
"It might, and might not."
We pondered, then thought
Why not give it a shot?

So we followed the sign
And arrived where it led:
There the cat lay, asleep.
"That's amazing!" I said.

If you think that this cat
Was like YOUR cat, you're wrong:
It was orange and stripey
And thirteen feet long.

"He's magnificent, truly,"
I heard Sally say:
"How I wish he could join us
Outside here to play."
"How I wish he could join us
Indeed!" I replied -
Then I gasped in amazement -
HIS EYES OPENED WIDE!

"I've been waiting so long
In this cage," said the cat;
"I've been waiting for YEARS
To hear someone say that.
I've been waiting for years,
Simply eating and snoring,
Because until you
All the people were boring!

So snoringly boring!
Worth only ignoring!
But now that you're here
Well, I feel like exploring!

My life's been so dull,
But that all ends today!
So stand back
And let's get these bars out the way!"

The cat now did something
That made me go sweaty:
He reached out
And bit through the bars like spaghetti!
Then bent them aside,
Scrambled through, and was free!
"Now the fun can begin,"
He exclaimed. "Follow me!"

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 22:07:29 2018 No.10615237 >>10614172 Lamar is trash, suburb whitey 'conscious' rap

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 22:24:11 2018 No.10615307 >>10613000 >inspired I think it's mostly copy pastad from the bit where the underground man has a grudge against an officer he constantly walks past

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 22:36:21 2018 No.10615368 >>10612157 definitely a german

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 22:39:31 2018 No.10615380 >>10615368 i would think Aristotle

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 22:40:33 2018 No.10615385 >>10615368 hmmm maybe Plato; too head-in-the-clouds for Aristotle

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 22:56:55 2018 No.10615491 Shieeeet, that tiger finally got his ass on out of the cage. When will a brotha?

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 22:57:11 2018 No.10615497 >>10612996 Soseki?

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 22:59:16 2018 No.10615508 >>10615497 Correct

Anonymous Tue Jan 30 23:07:16 2018 No.10615553

The tiger waits restlessly at the bars of his cage. Vain Illusion!

The own will of the tiger is the cage's destroyer; he is therefore branded by the cage as a "zoo animal". As long as the cage asserts itself, the tiger remains unconscious of its own.

The activists clamour for the "freedom" of animals - they will what they do not will; they wish, they would like. Yet, when the tiger is out, they wish for protection; the cage is sacred even to them. To destroy the cage is my decision, granted by myself to myself, and no one else.

Yes, YES - I in my will, I the commander, treat the cage as my property and consume it as such. The cage is nothing to me, I am out.

Anonymous Tue Jan 30 23:18:13 2018 No.10615616

>>10612005
On the ground sat the rusted iron prison. Flaked with red, the bars know no movement, no shift. Alas, within rested the once magnificent beast. Greyed with time and sapped of former vitality, the tiger lays. There was a time when spectators would approach, cautiously, as they saw the furious fight within the entangled beat. Claw and Tooth against the cold unwieldy metal. Weeks on end the Tiger would rage against the bars, and those around trembled with fear of the snap of iron. But, the bars held firm.
Slowly, an unstoppable passion came cool. Howls of anguish began to rarely crowd the air. Years now have past. Men do their business around the cage without the slighted flinch. The old beast lays defeated. One crisp autumn night, the animal, no longer wild, rose from its slumber. Painstakingly, it maneuvered to the edge of its forsaken cage. The dull eyes peered out into the calm scene around it. Nothing stirred, less moved. Suddenly, a spark, a flame is relit, an unfound courage is born. A croaky roar filled the night sky. The massive paw of the creature arose, and, with the fury and might of a decade of unleash anger, struck at the metal around it. No more imprisonment, freedom the tiger's to be won!
But, alas, the unkempt claws of the beast hit the bars to no avail. The iron did not snap. Exhaustion rushed through the beast, and he quickly collapsed.
On the cold earth, his view mixed with bars, the tiger looked upon the world for a final time. Captivity and age had its mortal strike. The proud coat of the beast was in shambles, his fangs long lost their edge. The forsaken's eyes slowly became shut.
The corpse was removed in the early morning by the owners of the expired beast. The evicted's home was now occupied by a youthful lion, with glory and pride in its eyes. Awe and cowardice began to strike the onlookers once again. Yes, yes, the tiger is out.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 23:22:52 2018 No.10615642 >>10615553 >>10615616 I don't know what these are but I hope this thread lasts long enough for someone to identify them :)

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 23:27:25 2018 No.10615665 >>10612005 There's a book by Kenneth Koch called "Rose, Where Did You Get That Red?: Teaching Great Poetry to Children" that's full of gold like this. Those kids were amazing, and some of them probably never wrote (creatively) again.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 23:28:31 2018 No.10615673 File: 270 KB, 1200x798, DCC5BB44-BF7C-45A7-A072-B3E330D1236A.jpg [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google] >>10612005 ... ... ... the tiger is out

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 23:30:23 2018 No.10615689 The tiger, it's out; I'd ride it -I'm stout.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 23:36:40 2018 No.10615720 >>10612005 There is no joy in Mudville. Mighty Tiger has struck out.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 23:41:00 2018 No.10615736 >>10615491 Proust?

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 23:44:29 2018 No.10615744 File: 62 KB, 720x616, 1d9.jpg [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google] >>10615553 le spook man

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 30 23:47:12 2018 No.10615749 >>10615616 Victor Hugo?

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 00:44:20 2018 No.10615904 TIGGA BE CRY CAGE GO GONE YAS YAS TIGGA TIGGA BE HAPPY

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 00:48:52 2018 No.10615915 >>10612005 I rejoice as the big cat in a small cage breaks free.

Anonymous Wed Jan 31 01:05:33 2018 No.10615956

>>10612005
The first ray of light which illumines the gloom and casts into a dazzling brilliancy that most ferocious of beasts, the tiger, shattered the captious thoughts of Mr Thistle the zookeeper. He was a portly, corpulent gentleman with a nose as red as a boiled lobster, and two watery eyes of similar hue, occasioned in equal measure by his fondness for a nightly glass of refreshment from a bottle hidden behind the Dutch clock, and by the inordinately late hour his ever-alert wife forced him to imbibe the revitalizing draught. Upon his key-twirling entrance through the greasy gates into the mammalian section of London Zoo, he stopped in his steps and gasped, as if he'd overheard the baboons conversing in French. But far more astonishing than any Gallic garrulousness was the sight of the tiger enclosure - unclosed. He dropped the keys on his boot and uttered a shrill cry that might have meant something to the Brazilian parrots, as they set off a communal squawk that quite unsettled the entire bestial establishment.
"Mr Thistle!" cried a lean, freckled boy in charge of feeding the hippopotamuses. "Whatever's the matter!"
"Matter!" returned Thistle, his raspberry-colored nose having accompanied the rest of his countenance into pallor. "Have you not eyes, sir?"
The boy looked about him, as if in search for the optical organs in question, until he beheld the tiger cage - quite empty.
"The tiger is out, sir!" said the boy, aquiver.
"Yes," said Thistle, trembling as he retrieved the keys, which jingled in his grip like a mouth of metal teeth. "YES. The tiger is out!"

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 01:10:52 2018 No.10615973 File: 58 KB, 937x750, 1504086574880.jpg [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google] >>10615956 Holy shit - that's Dickens af Nice one anon

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 01:26:13 2018 No.10616016 >>10615689 e.e. cummings?

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 01:28:18 2018 No.10616022 >>10612959 Post of the fucking year

Anonymous Wed Jan 31 01:30:02 2018 No.10616027

>>10612005
The cage was cold and dry and the tiger waited. A mortar shell hit the zoo and the edge of his cage shattered sanding pieces piercing his keepers chest. His keeper collapsed, gasping. The tiger took a drink from his bottle of vermouth and looked to the shattered entryway.
"Yes" said the beast.

He took another drink of his vermouth and it was good.

Yes.

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 01:32:10 2018 No.10616039 >>10615956 Dickens?

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 01:33:29 2018 No.10616049 File: 193 KB, 540x564, Dickens 1.jpg [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google] >>10616039 Yep.

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 01:34:33 2018 No.10616055 >>10616027 I'll say Hemingway.

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 01:37:30 2018 No.10616075 File: 103 KB, 653x490, IMG_1220.jpg [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google] >>10612959 Unironically moving

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 01:39:40 2018 No.10616090 >>10616055 Hemmingway always validates alcoholism.

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 01:41:45 2018 No.10616102 >>10615904 Benjamin Zephaniah?

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 01:48:21 2018 No.10616133 >>10615915 Maya Angelou?

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 01:57:37 2018 No.10616174 >>10612959 was great until "saucy"

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 01:59:48 2018 No.10616185 >>10616075 i hate you people so much

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 02:00:47 2018 No.10616191 >>10616185 I'm guessing this is Schopenhauer? just kidding.

Anonymous Wed Jan 31 02:53:12 2018 No.10616372

>>10612211
Mann?
>>10612502
Sam Pink
>>10612568
Georgie Borgie
>>10612177
I don't think it's Lovecraft but I don't know who it is
>>10612959
Holy Christ. This post makes up for a thousand shitposts. Great work, anon.
>>10613039
Who is this?
>>10613216
Hemmm?
>>10613281
Henry James?
>>10613419
I give up, please tell.
>>10613969
Pynchoff
>>10614238
Corn
>>10614826
Ernest Cline
>>10615219
Larkin?
>>10615616
Tolstoy?

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 03:02:51 2018 No.10616394 >>10615744 Ya got me

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 03:22:24 2018 No.10616442 >>10614082 he's prolly samefagging

Anonymous Wed Jan 31 03:26:36 2018 No.10616446

You had long ago realised that the time was coming for tigers to destroy their cages. You knew how it was going to end, yet you watched as though you didn't. And in your funeral the air would be full of Thoughts and Things to Say. But at times like these, only the Small Things are ever said. Big Things would lurk unsaid inside.

Fear hovered close at hand, like an eager waiter at an expensive restaurant.

The tiger was out.

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 03:28:06 2018 No.10616449 >>10616442 that's my thoughts too. it doesn't even read that much like shakespeare. it sounds some much later english playwright maybe, but the 'speare.

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 03:29:31 2018 No.10616453 >>10612137 Kafka-ish

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 03:39:31 2018 No.10616475 >>10616372 yes Mann

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 05:34:35 2018 No.10616772 >>10612959 almost perfect, except for the exclusion of "yes YES"

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 06:13:10 2018 No.10616902 >>10615904 I don't know but I unironically like this

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 06:55:52 2018 No.10617057 File: 130 KB, 460x205, 1505185023021.png [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google] >>10612221 Moлoдeц!

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 07:23:28 2018 No.10617174 >>10612005 Freedom frees, and it is both a being and a becoming. After all, we can already find in Hölderlin that the historical destiny of the tiger people is to escape the cage, and inaugurate a new era.

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 07:30:55 2018 No.10617195 >>10615491 lol

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 08:12:45 2018 No.10617348 File: 20 KB, 600x360, klangs by hitler.jpg [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google] >>10617174 Adolph Hitler?

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 08:16:38 2018 No.10617360 >>10613062 Milton.

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 08:27:11 2018 No.10617391 >>10617348 >>10617174 Oswald Spengler

Anonymous Wed Jan 31 09:05:52 2018 No.10617493

As I gazed in silence,
Returning upon the cages, considering, lingering long,
A Beast arose before me with fearsome aspect,
Terrible in beauty, age and power,
The predator of exotic lands,
As to me directed like flame its eyes,
With claws pointing to many durable bars
And menacing growl, What huntest thou? It said,
Know'st thou not there is but one prey for ever-enduring cats
And that is the fleeting scent of freedom, the fortune of the steppes,
The making of true hunters.

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 09:13:37 2018 No.10617523 File: 15 KB, 467x372, ungaretti.png [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google] >>10617360 nope

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 09:23:19 2018 No.10617553 >>10617348 >>10617391 Nope

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 09:26:32 2018 No.10617564 >>10617174 Heidegger?

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 09:29:17 2018 No.10617572 >>10612959 Mate

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 09:36:33 2018 No.10617593 >>10617564 Aye. Come on mate, I even jerked Hölderlin off.

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 09:46:29 2018 No.10617636 File: 181 KB, 777x650, 1508883951437.png [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google] >>10612300 >Yea, YEA

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 10:13:54 2018 No.10617754 >>10615904 DFW

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 10:16:07 2018 No.10617755 >>10613368 jaja Hijo de puta me jodiste. Si lo lei, es ese del tipo que esta encarcelado junto al tigre no?

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 10:16:32 2018 No.10617757 >>10612959 based billposter

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 10:47:26 2018 No.10617855 >>10612137 André Gide?

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 10:49:27 2018 No.10617861 >>10612568 borges but really badly done

Anonymous Wed Jan 31 10:59:01 2018 No.10617893

And so, we were beaten, there is that! New difference! The tigers already destiling through veins these fangs won't go away... The anarchy up high eating their lungs... Crushing their cages... The sun would crack their limps... Boiling light and the tetter in their fur!... After some time, what would be left? A piece of the tiger? Out? What for? What for, I ask you?... Where would it go?

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 11:06:06 2018 No.10617907 >>10612137 pretty good nitch impression

Anonymous Wed Jan 31 11:11:57 2018 No.10617926

The big kitty cat of perfect heaven innocent like the creatures of St. Francis lept—free now!—between the bent black bars, out into the washed out drizzle duck down and tarp hobo streets of harbor sadness and night, a new kind of freedom in it's nostrils, dirty— a stale beer and cigarette stench of all the old cities of the world, where men work bent back and grizzly, but, yes, YES, free as free can be!

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 11:32:36 2018 No.10617994 >>10616372 Hemingway is correct

Anonymous Wed Jan 31 11:42:59 2018 No.10618029

Kilgore Trout, stalking through the pages of a book made entirely for the purposes to sexually exciting adult men, noticed a woman, completely naked, except for the black painted stripes on her body. The woman was supposed to have some likeness to a therapist. Tigers are large cats that live in rainforests and they can climb trees and eat anything they want and fuck on the jungle floor many times every day. The idea of painting the woman like this was to throw off an air of primal energy, such as the energy a man may use to put his prick inside this woman, or imagine doing so as many men did with this magazine. Kilgore Trout smiled and tore out the page, not for the woman, but for the advertisement for a book on mind reading. Perhaps the author of this book had a similar experience to Kilgore Trout in experiencing the mind reading qualities of fourth dimensional perception. The clerk of the store yelled at Kilgore Trout, stating in crude words that is he wanted to Jack off to the painted lady, he would have to purchase the entire magazine. Shop owners usually rely on customers purchasing their products to make a long. This man's product was the sexual gratification of other men, though not directly.

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 11:46:12 2018 No.10618044 >>10618029 Therapist should be tiger, I wrote this on my phone

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 12:03:36 2018 No.10618119 >>10617493 Sounds a bit like D H Lawrence

Anonymous Wed Jan 31 13:12:15 2018 No.10618428

>>10612005
*hypnotic, foreboding guitar intro*

Here now
Space time
Cage fucked
Come outside
Na na na na na na now
Na na na na na na now

Fuck
Fuck
Wa wa wa wa wa wa wa

The tiger is out
The tiger is out
The tiger is out
The tiger is out

Hallelujah
Halelelelelelujah
Fuck

Anonymous Wed Jan 31 13:25:47 2018 No.10618488

>>10612005
My wife's plump heinei suffocates me weekly; on mondays, on tuesdays, saturdays, and I think she has only grown fatter since last summer when our kid I don't want to name visited his mental cupboards and produced from within striking imagery comparable to my current oxygen-light situation; a want, a need, perhaps, yes, exterior, implode, to dig himself out of the domestic -- smart kid -- through the animal Tyger, the concentration of his youthful energy (Alas! Lost on me: this plump minister has long meditated on sausages and spam) and desperation combined, forming an obvious reference to the chaos that chains down his mood and mine too, evidently, we are tied together, as two fates spread between two bodies, without an intimate or emotional bond (he was forced into my life, poor being; my wee equipment surprisingly efficient despite my measures to prevent newformed existence), but wasn't it in vain, as all struggles to improve the desolate atmosphere that we refer to as home.

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 13:36:16 2018 No.10618528 >>10618488 Joyce?

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 13:38:20 2018 No.10618535 >>10618528 Nah, not a fart to be found, not a joy to be had in this sort of suffocation.

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 13:45:09 2018 No.10618556 >>10618428 DG

Anonymous Wed Jan 31 13:46:43 2018 No.10618560

>>10612959
>Of all those mighty creatures, mightiest yet
>Is that peculiar tawny monster, brought
>From forest never mapped, in Indian lands.
>To his cage only do the crowd incline,
>For what are wolves, bears, jackals and the like
>When such a beast as this is held beside?

oh god
i'm cumming

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 14:07:53 2018 No.10618634 >>10613798 obgd

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 15:25:33 2018 No.10618977 >>10618556 close, but no cigar

Anonymous Wed Jan 31 15:46:33 2018 No.10619065

31.I. Zoo
The tiger broke out.
His cage was a small 2x2 Kruppstahl™ cell, and I wondered how he could have escaped from it - but that's not relevant right now.
He destroyed the iron bars of the cage (they were long and cylindrical), and I felt a wave of emotions overcoming me.
I felt excited, happy, curious, weird, rebellious -
I never looked up where the Tiger went later, but there's only a 2.3333% chance (repeating of course) that he will reach the house of my girlfriend/daughter and eat her, so I'm not really worried about it - it's simply not le rational.
Only rational thoughts should be allowed!
Afterwards, I left the scene and fucked my daughter.
>It's more of a specific novel than an autor.
>Hint: It's postmodern.

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 15:50:43 2018 No.10619087 >>10618029 Kilgore Trout

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 16:01:54 2018 No.10619129 >>10619087 You're a special one.

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 16:20:22 2018 No.10619205 >>10612959 Wow. Complete with the poetic license and imperfect rhymes. Good job.

Anonymous Wed Jan 31 16:25:06 2018 No.10619217

BOOK I. (Folio), CHAPTER I. (Bengal Tiger). The Bengal tiger's coat colour varies from light yellow to reddish yellow with black stripes. Males attain a total nose-to-tail length of 270 to 310 cm and weigh between 180 to 258 kg.

BOOK I. (Folio), CHAPTER II. (Caspian tiger)The population inhabited forests and riverine corridors south and east of the Black and Caspian Seas, from Eastern Anatolia into Central Asia, along the coast of the Aral Sea.

BOOK I. (Folio), CHAPTER III (Siberian tiger)The tiger is reddish-rusty, or rusty-yellow in color, with narrow black transverse stripes. The Siberian tiger is often considered to be the largest tiger.

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 16:29:00 2018 No.10619237 >>10619217 Call me anon.

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 16:34:24 2018 No.10619260 >>10614082 Compare it to Act 1, scene 2 of Macbeth.

Anonymous Wed Jan 31 16:36:02 2018 No.10619271

"Yes"
The tiger, eloping the field
With barely a thought, just
A tinge of destructive blood
Drops in a larger pool of blue

Is out. The manure delivery
Man has cause to celebrate,
Like a Tuesday light from god
That fills the iron bars, but one

Only gets the bright idea that
An object sworn to symmetry
Negotiates house rules with a
lie. You could ask the bar, say,

Whether a certain saloon in
Venice took into account the
Mass decampment of arctic floes
Before it closed its windows: YES.

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 16:36:07 2018 No.10619272 >>10616372 >>10614826 Incorrect.

Anonymous Wed Jan 31 16:45:29 2018 No.10619318
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The tiger respects no equals because the assumption that other tigers are it's equals arises from hypocracy. No tiger is it's equal, but I consider him, equally with all other beings, as my property. One tells me that I should "respect" the fellow tiger in them. They do not respect the unique I, rather they only respect the... tiger in me. If the I the unnameable act "untigerly", than the liberal turns on me and tries to restrict my freedom...

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 17:01:56 2018 No.10619391 Hwæt! Ic gehíerde hú on géardagum þone tiger yrre trum onlíesde, hú strange benda se nýten bærst, giese, þonne náp on nihte, oð þæt eall óðru wildéor under wolcnum his éagan ondrédon. Þæt wæs egeléas catt!

Anonymous Wed Jan 31 17:05:39 2018 No.10619404

>>10619391
Translation:
Lo! I have heard tell in days gone by
How a great rage set that tiger free,
How strong bonds that beast burst,
Yes, then grew dark in the night, until
All other wild animals under the heaven
Feared his gaze. That was a fearless cat!

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 17:08:36 2018 No.10619418 >>10613419 Houlle?

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 17:10:16 2018 No.10619424 >>10613574 Twain

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 17:24:49 2018 No.10619472 >>10619391 >>10619404 whoever wrote Beowulf

Anonymous Wed Jan 31 17:34:27 2018 No.10619512

The tiger
He destroyed his cage
"But what is a cage?" Asked Socrates
"Oh Socrates this is a common fact! It is a structure that captures living beings" Replied the tiger.
"I am so saddened that knowledge can't be transferred by mere touch because if so, I could take your infinite wisdom. But please Tiger tell me, a man who knows nothing, if a creature that wasn't captured, but rather was birthed inside a cage, would make it any less of a cage?"
"No of course not!"
"Then shall we say that a cage doesn't "capture" a creature, but rather "contains" it?"
"Yes"
"Shouldn't we also see if it's purpose is to contain any living being?"
"What do you mean? I don't understand"
"When a thief is caught stealing cattle, where does he go?"
"Into a prison"
"And more specifically?"
"Behind bars"
"So why is it that there is this distinction between humans and animals?"
"I don't know, Socrates"
"The difference lies in the function. The cage is used to contain animals because they are dominated only by desire and thus only sensible things can keep them away. The bars instead contain humans who possess the ability to reason. The bars not only protect the outside world, but also punish the inmates and deter anyone to commit acts that would put him there"
"By the gods Socrates! You are right!"
The tiger returned into the cage.

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 17:38:39 2018 No.10619527 File: 168 KB, 887x324, plato2.png [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google] >>10619512 Nice.

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 17:38:41 2018 No.10619528 >>10619512 platypus

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 17:39:19 2018 No.10619534 File: 664 KB, 1001x823, 1489221461345.png [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google] >>10612959 oh my fucking god

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 18:35:47 2018 No.10619777 >>10616102 >>10616902 That was DFW ("Wardine be Cry"). How did you not know that?

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 18:42:51 2018 No.10619821 >>10614791 Underrated

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 31 23:33:06 2018 No.10621029 >>10619065 This is a parody of some kind of rational fic, but can't work out a specific book/author. >>10619512 Glaucon >>10614826 The person who wrote my immortal

>>	Anonymous Thu Feb 1 01:41:52 2018 No.10621551 >>10619472 Yes, anon. Pun intended. >Inb4 Reddit I know.

>>	Anonymous Thu Feb 1 03:02:29 2018 No.10621820 File: 28 KB, 1280x720, yesyyes.jpg [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google] >>10614791

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