Just write a masterpiece user. you're the voice of a genreation lmao

just write a masterpiece user. you're the voice of a genreation lmao

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wojack’s bed looks just like mine used to

yeah maybe for /pol/ :(

>everyone has a book inside them bro

No one in this board is of quality. Only reading about the achievements of greater me.

Just beeee yourself.

user isn't the voice of a generation

user is the black sheep of a generation, the Kafka to the Modernists

This is sad because people who come here are prone to wishful thinking and believe in narratives of redemption from their depressing lives through art.

My book has been published last month and I can tell you this: there is no such thing as redemption through art. Your life will stay the same. People will not admire you more. You won't get more chicks. And even if all this happened, you won't be happy.

Being creative is not about redemption, it's about annihilating yourself as much possible for 3/4 hours a day when you write or practice whatever sickly limp repetitive craft you like to practice.

You will never have the hours, the years, or the past beauty you may have experienced in certain moments of your life back. All you ever experienced as beautiful was experienced as such because of your capacity of imagining beautiful things.

Now you have lost the capacity for illusion. And with it, you have lost the capacity for joy.

shut up

After a while, NEET was tired of masturbating. At first, it was a symptom of his lust. But after a while, it seemed more and more a symptom of his loneliness. Finally, it just seemed a way to give him some additional feeling of companionship in addition to hugging his pillow. For a few moments, it seemed he could trick his body into feeling as if it had a partner, but the feeling quickly evaporated and left a sad and hollow one in its place.

Masturbating made him feel that he was exploiting his own body, that he was extracting pleasure from it like a disposable resource. He would often feel a sense of alienation from his body, like it was a thing outside of him that he was merely making use of, which he’d often look on with disgust. He understood this was the same look of disgust he’d in pornography: a surface of delight concealing disgust and self-loathing. This is why they had to do more and more disgusting things as their pleasure in any natural sex diminished.

But one day, after he had masturbated, NEET was not filled with the usual sense of despair or disgust. He looked down on his stretched-out legs and felt sorry for them. He sank his head into his chest, put his arms around himself, and apologised to his body. He was sorry for mistreating it and giving it only a replica of what it wanted, like an evil parent giving a fake plastic apple to a starving child. He wished he had treated it better, with more compassion. He shed tears, more out of compunction than self-pity. Nevertheless, he wished he was not so alone.

SHUT UP

Jokes on you I'm masturbating right now without a hint of remorse.

Is this an esl post? Yikes.

>being this flustered

No one gives a shit about the "great american novel" anymore. Seriously, no one cares. You will never write a great book that anyone cares about because no one reads anymore. All people care about are their smartphones and instagram.
Admittedly, there is a small community of MFA wankers who circlejerk around the latest LGBTQ Woman of Color's latest boring #MeToo novel where nothing happens except 200 pages of convoluted prose.

saved, thanks user

>the voice of a genreation
Hopefully not the currect SJW one.

The next 'great american novel' will be a television show. A huge amount of talent is hemorrhaging into the television industry because it is much more culturally prominent and economically supportive than literature.

By great american novel I mean something that is generally regarded as an insight into the american soul by a great number of people. something that has the same sociological function.

The novel as it is is a more niche practice. It's sort of like gaming videos on youtube or something. A lot of people watch them but they're not something people really put forward about themselves and even if you share the practice the actual things you like tend to be way different.

On it boss ahaha

The thing is, though, that already exists according to lots of people. Mad Men, for example. Breaking Bad, etc.

true detective>>

Fuck, I just finished my first novel and I sent it to publishers, I'm scared shitless

Plebs, only The Wire can live up to the title of "great american novel that is a TV show".

What is this? The 1950s? Why not just put it up on Amazon/iBooks etc for free? Then whoever wants to read it, can.

Dr. Retard was a very big man with a very big brain. It was hard for him to fit through metaphysical doors; his s̶k̶u̶l̶l̶ had grown to big proportions to accommodate his intellect. He would always stop at these metaphysical doors, turn sideways to squeeze through, and then coil his long veiny masculinity at his feet; for it was quite long and would frequently get stuck in arguments or abstractions or discussions of feminism. But there was this last door through which Dr. Retard could not in fact squeeze. He had arrived at relevancy. He threw through the door his long coiled masculinity and, thinking himself driven perhaps by a primordial instinct which impelled him without regard for metaphysics or rationality to follow his still sailing identity, went flying after it. But the door was not there, and he was no doctor. So nothing happened. Oops.

>The Wire
aka 100 hours of 'why won't the crime go away, let us endlessly ponder this deep and complex issue while ignoring the very obvious answer'

Gonna publish it tomorrow. There is no fucking satisfaction in self-publishing. Everybody who says otherwise is a failed cucktard with no skill.
People call themselves writers and poets but 'til they are not published by someone they can go fuck themselves. There's too much writers and poets in this world but too little poetry and good prose.

nice pic
integrity and literary merit

>Finds satisfaction in having his literature approved by some soulless businessmen and PR teams
You do realize these same publishers whose approval you want so badly are publishing shit by youtube celebrities, right?
All they care about is money and how much something can sell.
You want to get their approval? Start working on your social media presence. The literature is secondary.

I know you speak some truth but everybody can write a fucking book that consists of repeating the words "love story" and call it a love story, then publish it on the internet and call oneself a writer.
That's the problem.

I guess. I just don't see why it's any different than, say, music. Anyone can also record an album in their home and put it on Spotify without going through record companies. They can upload videos on Youtube. And they can be recognized and get fans because of their artistry. People who know about music know these people are true musicians. Why? Because of their obvious musicianship.

Meanwhile, people like this are making it through the "legit" and "traditional" channels of being recognized as top tier musicians -- i.e. landing a record label, etc.

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It's art, my dude. There's no good way of meriting it. And that's the worst part of publishing art.

If you love the art you make, that's fulfillment enough. You sound bitter.

i'm not the voice of shit and i'm fine with the double meaning

Bitch, bitch, bitch...
I'll have you know that the guitar has literally gotten me laid in college.

So strap down your child at night. Take the proper precautions to stop a self-rapist.

I chuckled.

I know it. And you know what?
I still want to write a second book, I even plan how to write a third one in 2020 or something. Because I didn't start because I wanted fame or women or money. I started writing because it came out of my heart like a fucking eagle-falcon shit and just started killing every hen in sight and raping their dead bodies.
Don't ever make art if your biggest concern is what you will achieve through it. Just don't. People think too much about what they want to accomplish and too little about their creating. In this case, art becomes means to an end. When it is so, it's no longer art. It's just calculated bullshit from a loser with high hopes.

>in this board

Self publishing on Amazon not work out for ya?

>tfw The Wire is stripped of all its deep meaning when you find out the reality of IQ and criminality

>The next 'great american novel' will be a television show.
lmao what is this 2004?
television is dying
the next great american novel was the sam hyde corpus

I remember my sorrow and wine phase. I was 20

But now you're a bucko who cleans his room, sorts himself out.

You got me

How to stop? How do I teach myself to do something else

>And even if all this happened, you won't be happy.

okay

poopy

That's exactly what I meant. But if art is not a means to an end, it means you can't have happiness as a means when you do art. What you do is just disappearing and when you disappear the writing exists. When you start existing again, then you are not writing.

The point is that all the stories we keep telling ourselves about feeling fullfilled and accomplished are just not true. There is no point in life when you will stop and say: "I have built something, now I am happy and in peace." Because the stability of everything you build is constantly threatened by the fact that things are always changing and nothing stays the same.

The best you can achieve is to lose yourself in some activity. But you won't be happy: you just won't be a person, for a few hours, which in my opinion is the best you can get.

That said, I am very grateful for all the beautiful things I have had and I am having, really. Only, sometimes I get very bitter at the idea that I wanted some beautiful things to stay, and they didn't.

>sickly limp repetitive craft
You little cunt

;)

This, sadly. I completely gave up on writing once I realized that nobody besides middle aged roasties reading erotica smut and the pseuds here gives a fuck about books in today's age.

Literature is a dead, irrelevant, art form, that was ultimately doomed the moment the movie camera was invented and has just been dying a slow death since then.

If you want to be creative learn how to draw or make music or something, at least with those you might actually be able to convince someone to pay attention to what you made for a few seconds.

>television is the new literature!!
>self publishing is the way to go dude, fug the sjw publishers
>writing is lonely t b h

jesus christ, obviously people on Veeky Forums aren't cool, but this kind of entry level cluelessness on what is ostensibly a board for people interested in literature really exposes the extents to which the social and cultural critics on here are working off a knowledge base vs fitfully attempting to escape intellectual inertia

I dropped my keys in between the floor panels last night, about 2am. It was the only crack in the floor, one crack and the key fell through it. Fortunately my mom heard me drunkenly stumbling up the steps before I even dropped the key and was at the door to greet me. I actually think the door had been cracked open and she had been peaking through it as I was trying to rummage the key from my pocket, trying to see if I was drunk, probably smell me. 'You're drinking again, Keith'. 'Yeah well fuck you' I told my mom. She's 73 years old and I'm 45, working at a cheeto's factory. it's not what you think though. My I'm actually taking care of my mom. My father left our family 35 years ago on no news, no note, not forwarding address. Just up and left out of nowhere. Everyone told my mom to find him. 'He can't just leave you'. 'Ask the authorities and find his address, he should be paying you!'. But she refused. 'He'll come back', she said, and kept the home spotless for him. She works mornings at a diner. She still sets his place at the table, hoping, dreaming that he'll come home someday.

I want to leave but I can't. I'm drink too much and know I need to quit but I never will. I have too much of my father in me.

Publishers aren't looking at what will sell in 50 years, if the culture isn't going to consume the book they aren't going to publish it. Our culture is television, film and Instagram whores, the public doesn't want what we grew up on.

True. Culture is now visual. Memes.

You're right and I don't get why so many people here think that statement is edgy, we're going through a pretty massive cultural shift, to not notice it would be insane.

this webm makes my heart hurt

"it's a visual culture" "literature isn't the dominant popular entertainment anymore" "it's all about VIEWS man" no shit. the point is, if your notion of publishing is so much comprised of headlines about youtubers getting book deals and all-female pop up book-theme street grills sponsored by big 5 subsidiaries TO THE POINT that it deters you from seeking venues for your work, you likely have an atrophied concept of contemporary literature. if you think there aren't any good options, you haven't been curious or passionate enough

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If you write for the purpose of "redemption," you fucked it all up before you even started.

Published for a month? Give it time, user. People still probably haven't finished reading your book. Eventually journalists will start writing articles about you and other writers will invite you to spend time with you and you'll join the club in no time. Just wait until you first walk into a cafe and see a cute girl reading your book.

>integrity
wtf does that have to do with that

>IQ
More like mental illness

maybe literature is dead because people almost exclusively read the works written by dead people

Give or take 200 years and it'll liven up. Literature is slow to change.

I'm sure that if I were insensate to the grand movements of history and culture through and in our species, I would also feel hopeless and unable to write anything worthy the tradition set forth by my forerunners. What a desperate experience it must be, to live without the slightest weltanschauung with which to organize contemporary being and elucidate the key components and anima which it share with prior ages and which form the timeless aspects of existence.

Fortunately, I am not one such sad soul, but a recent electee to one of my nation's most prestigious annual anthologies of rising young poets. I have already been published in several journals, some well-known internationally, others only within the literary community and representing the height of its innovation. I have an agent, I've written articles and reviews for two of my country's most circulated and historically esteemed newspapers, and in all my work I've made connections (and earned admirers) that will support my career for years, and, more importanty, vastly expand the possibilities for my writing, both by enabling it financially (with considerable comfort!) and by enriching it artistically.

Of course, I'm a few years shy of twenty-five, as befits the order of my accomplishment. I hope to serve as an example to you all of what a present-day "voice of a generation" really is.

by all means, succeed, faggot.

I will say one thing I find strange. You Give this character the moniker 'NEET'. Am I to believe that if he were a student, or perhaps, say, a plumber, this entity would not experience these things? Doubtless this depiction is flawed in a cultural sense, pushing forth a craven view of the ennui suffered by not only the outcasts of society, but the pillars of it.

> caring about normies seeing your art

>he wrote for fulfillment
>he didn't write to capture that beauty and instead wrote of something frivolous that does not transport him with an immediacy that is wrenching

looks like you wasted your time with publishings. I have many works written that extricate all doubt that i was flesh and bones during these moments of beauty, and nay I still have yet more to experience, the naive idea that my innocence has somehow been left with my youth is indicative of a hubristic ego without any inkling of presage. Take up the goblet and drink well, lad. Lots of life left to live, go live it, take a notebook and a trusty pen by your side, and go pricking up the plain.

I wrote a book, and 2000 copies were published, and very few sold.

I truly feel for the writers on this board. Does it impede your enjoyment of all the bantz? I enjoy literature strictly on the consumerist end. I write music, but it doesn't hinder enjoyment of /mu/ for me because they're all retarded.

>implying Kafka wasn't one of the greatest modernists

You all laugh now, just wait until I release my masterpiece

Ready Player... Two?

>He was sorry for mistreating it and giving it only a replica of what it wanted,
Funny that you see it as the NEET mistreating itself. the truth is the NEET wouldn't be in this predicament if he could get laid

A rightous third born from scared ground. I occupy the contradiction that connects the two. In my efficacious absence the third has room to desecrate it's mother, and so on, the third decieves it's self , a serpent born in Eden. Stuck in the schism I suffer in perpetuity, posturing in a Peircean nightmare. Here i have made my home, get the fuck off my property.

I don't care about being the voice of a generation. What then?

Fuck off back to r/writing
Only total hacks and shit writers self-publish

>hurr we should leave empty buildings just sitting around because muh abrahamic culture

Did you earn out?

months before it happened, i wrote a story that featured an Occupy Wall Street like movement. it is the one time in my creative life i was in tune with the world around me

My writing has gotten me laid, man.

Fuck being a "voice", I want to be the Robespierre of my generation

>reddit
>spacing

Same, it's how I met my ol lady

I can never tell if I'm triggering "people", or agents, to make these threads or if you're siding with "me".

>rekt

Of course there's room for your masterpiece. There hasn't been one involving smart phones or internet age to this date. Why not you

>being a /pol/faggot stopped me from liking a show

Why are people so against self publishing? Do you want to make money or not? I've self published 2 books now and while I don't make a ton off them I still made some decent money by just writing a bit in my spare time.

Just think, if your writing wasn't shit and you actually got published for real you would've gotten a fat advance check that actually meant something.

>this money doesn't mean anything
>this money means something

It's all money man. No difference.

Yeah, what's a couple zeroes when it comes to money?

God, it's faggots like you that caused art to become worthless. You fucking frauds have no desire to make art, you only want a fucking paycheck

is it ok if i just want to fuck bitches?

Dubs of truth

kek

Honestly, Mad Men and BB don't have shit on, say, American Pastoral or even anything by Don DeLillo on as far as their depth goes. This is mostly because they're collaborative projects by staff writers and showrunners.

If there is a Great American TV Show, it will probably be in the format of Twin Peaks: The Return. Auteur-driven, almost unlimited resources, and not hampered creatively by execs because of the initial reception. I honestly fucking despised the new Twin Peaks, but I want more TV in the style of a really long film, or a novel where each episode is a chapter

I bet you were expecting sad Wojak replies but all you got was shallow derision. Which you deserved desu. Remember what board you're on.