>>25610068Desert solitaire
Baudrillard - America
>>25610078Read it, it was good. I was thinking more about a fiction book though
>>25610068the best of &: issues 01-14
>>25610326Berlin Alexanderplatz
>>25610073The Peregrine
>>25610078Dangerous Nation - Robert Nation
>>25610129Piranesi
>>25610213The Conspiracy Against the Human Race
>>25610316The Passenger/Stella Maris
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>>25610363Divine ComedyGravity's Rainbow
>>25610426>Divine ComedyI ordered pic related for delivery next month>Gravity's RainbowWhy this?
>>25610531>annotated>abridged?
>>25610531>abridgedcancel the order.
>>25610672Thats for the companion piece of Dantes son's commentary.
>>25610068White Noise for sure.
>>25610674Idol, Burning>>25610625Down and Out in Paris and London
>>25610930Old man and the Sea.
>>25610326the return of the native.
>>25611167Thoreau's On the Duty of Civil Disobedience
>>25610617The Mechanical Bride by Marshall McLuhan
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>>25610617Catcher in the Rye
>>25610531Mainly the angel rising over Lübeck on Palm Sunday scene. It evokes similar feelings of awe. GR is greatly concerned with religious and spiritual imagery, and the way the stars are aligned. the way they're heading towards a single point while being stretched, reminds me of one of GR's main themes: boundaries, singularities, transitions from existence to non-existence, 1 to 0:>All Margherita’s chains and fetters are chiming, black skirt furled back to her waist, stockings pulled up tight in classic cusps by the suspenders of the boned black rig she’s wearing underneath. How the penises of Western men have leapt, for a century, to the sight of this singular point at the top of a lady’s stocking, this transition from silk to bare skin and suspender! It’s easy for non-fetishists to sneer about Pavlovian conditioning and let it go at that, but any underwear enthusiast worth his unwholesome giggle can tell you there is much more here—there is a cosmology: of nodes and cusps and points of osculation, mathematical kisses… singularities! Consider cathedral spires, holy minarets, the crunch of trainwheels over the points as you watch peeling away the track you didn’t take… mountain peaks rising sharply to heaven, such as those to be noted at scenic Berchtesgaden… the edges of steel razors, always holding potent mystery… rose thorns that prick us by surprise… even, according to the Russian mathematician Friedmann, the infinitely dense point from which the present Universe expanded… In each case, the change from point to no-point carries a luminosity and enigma at which something in us must leap and sing, or withdraw in fright. Watching the A4 pointed at the sky—just before the last firing-switch closes—watching that singular point at the very top of the Rocket, where the fuze is… Do all these points imply, like the Rocket’s, an annihilation? What is that, detonating in the sky above the cathedral? beneath the edge of the razor, under the rose?
>>25611197no book; but a poem. rain or hail by e. e. cummingsrain or hailsam donethe best he kintill they digged his hole:sam was a manstout as a bridgerugged as a bearslickern a weazelhow be you(sun or snow)gone into whaatlike all them kingsyou read aboutand on him singsa whippoorwill;heart was bigas the world aint squarewith room for the deviland his angels tooyes,sirwhat may be betteror what may be worseand what may be cloverclover clover(nobody’ll know)sam was a mangrinned his grindone his choreslaid him down.Sleep well
>>25611239Thats not a good poem
>>25610068>>25610141https://the-best-of-amp.github.io/
Any fantasy novel thats more of a dreamy light hearted fairytale that’s similar to Elder scrolls Oblivion with purple prose,
>>25610316Redo for healer is the only reasonable recommendation to this.
>>25610326lots of trudging through the snow in "the diary of a napoleonic footsoldier" by jakob walter>>25610930xenophon's anbasis has a conqueror wandering the desert>>25613065the king of elfland's daughter. it was the biggest title in fantasy before tolkien>The young man thought of her beauty and crown of ice, and the sweetness that fabulous runes had told was hers. Songs were sung of her on wild hills where tiny strawberries grew, at dusk and by early starlight, and if one sought the singer no man was there. Sometimes only her name was sung softly over and over. Her name was Lirazel.>She was a princess of the magic line. The gods had sent their shadows to her christening, and the fairies too would have gone, but that they were frightened to see on their dewy fields the long dark moving shadows of the gods, so they stayed hidden in crowds of pale pink anemones, and thence blessed Lirazel.>>25613448"antkind" by charlie kaufman fits shocking well.>I stop. Isn't it presumptuous of me to think I can imagine one way or another what she thinks? Doesn't that presumption fly in the face of the power dynamic she has so clearly and eloquently established? I delete the email and stare at the blank screen for a long while. An idea occurs.>Back at the laundromat, I offer to volunteer my time for free every other Sunday, starting for the first two weeks with every Sunday, so as to cover all bases. I explain to the manager that I just enjoy doing laundry. I sell it to her as a win-win situation for us both. She takes this in, nods, pulls out her iPhone, photographs me, then lets me know that I am banned from ever again entering this establishment, that my photograph will be hung on the wall to alert all employees of this development.>I am horrified. My very face has been turned into its own scarlet letter for all the city's launderers to mock and detest. My secret life laid bare. And, after all who amongst us doesn't have a secret life? I am certain that if the rock we call Manhattan were to be overturned, myriad creepy-crawly secret lives would be discovered. I am certain that if- But then it occurs to me: This is perhaps the perfect solution to my issue. Tsai will no doubt see my visage on the laundro- mat wall. She will understand I have been humiliated in my attempt to secure employment there. I ask the manager if I can see the shot and that if it is flat- tering, perhaps we could take another one directly under the fluorescents, which tend to be harsh and emphasize my sallow complexion and medically enlarged nose. She tells me she is going to call the police, so I leave. I have not gotten everything I had hoped for, but I have gotten something. For now, there is nothing left to do but wait.
>>25613480oh, and "before adam" by jack london is my favorite grug-core novel. my mother would recommend "fire hunter", but she doesn't post here.
>>25615624De man voor het venster
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>>25610068The Geography of Nowhere
>>25610068THIS THREAD TOPIC WAS ACCOMPANIED BY THE SAME OPENING IMAGE FIFTEEN YEARS AGOAMERICA, CAN WE, WE ARE THE WORLD, HELP YOU WITH SOMETHING? WAS THERE NO CHANGE THEN ÁFTER ALL?
>>25616508>AMERICA, CAN WE, WE ARE THE WORLD, HELP YOU WITH SOMETHING?You can die.
>>25616526HOW MANY SIDES ARE ON EACH DIE?WHAT IS THE CHANCE OF ROLLING YOUR WANTED NUMBER?HOW MUCH WILL YOU GET FOR ME ROLLING THE DIE, LITERARY HEADHUNTER? WHO ARE YOU WORKING WITH? HOW MUCH DID THEY PROMISE YOU? THIRTEEN SILVER COINS, SURELY, YES YES?I DO NOT HAVE MANY DICE AVAILABLE TO ME - I AM NOT MUCH OF A GAMBLING MAN,SO I MUST DISAPPOINT YOU, AND ANSWER TO YOU:NEGATIVE.
>>25616541nice soul you got there. can i borrow it?
>>25616545YOU ALREADY MADE SOUL FOR YOURSELF, IN THE POST I AM REACTING TO NOWTO ANSWER YOUR QUESTION DIRECTLY:NO.
>>25616558Robert Coover- Spanking the Maid
>>25616768balls
>>25613480We really learned nothing.
>>25616768wtf dude my boss just walked by and i got fired
>>25616797I have never read that one, who's it by?
>>25616794Cover by Jack Ketchum
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>>25613065Phantastes, George MacDonald
>>25618754This
