The fact that nobody on this board talks about their interpretations of literature is proof of Veeky Forums's failure...

And that wall-e robot they put on Mars, is that one fake as well?

If I actually have something worth saying, I'm going to send it on to be published so I can add it to my CV, not post it on an anonymous imageboard.

Scarcity mentality.
You don't have anything worth saying.

If you say so, user. I've put a lot into this board in the past (namely, charts and other recommendations), but I've realized I should be putting that effort into creating publishable things.

I've got one thing coming out in a zine next Friday, and two conferences to present at this year. At least a few people think I've got something worth saying.

>Slothrop is the rocket
Nah, Slothrop is a bad dream that Pirate's having

don't try so hard. worse things could happen to you than a goober insulting you on a dagestan archery enthusiast channel.

though it really is funny how that user clearly got to you with that comment

at the end of Penelope, Joyce writes himself into the book. this has been argued before; my contribution is that he writes himself in to have sex with Molly

>Joyce read and had regard for Hegel or at the very least case of great minds thinking alike.

he refers to him in his letters somewhere. I read an article about this. the Hegelian motifs and structure of Ulysses are hard to ignore

Not really a novel interpretation, but A Turn of the Screw is about sexual abuse. Quint was a fuckin' perv.

I think TCoL 49 is about the failure of art (especially literature) to achieve real autonomy and provide real transcendence, and the failure of language.

Well, I know I'm a really early academic, and I don't have that much under me yet. Which is why I want to put in the effort I do have towards something that might make me better known, rather than anonymously anymore.

For all the time I've spend in mock-syllabus threads on here in the past, I could have been drafting actual syllabi to add to my teaching portfolio, for example. At least warosu lets me dig through what I've done before.

look, we're all damaged in our "unique" ways here. part of the charm of this place.

you sound like you're still earnest, which is both adorable and admirable.
good luck with your future endeavours and I don't mean that in a perfunctory high school teacher at graduation kind of way.
who knows, maybe I'll let you fuck me once you get published.

Sorry user, I'm in a monogamous marriage.

I imagine the reason I keep earnest is because no matter what I do at this point, I've still done more than anyone in my family. Even if I'm ever only mediocre, I'm still impressive by the poor standards I know most.
Anyway, I'll contribute to the thread now. Log of the S.S. The Mrs Unguentine is about the fickleness of creative inspiration.

>"Enough with recommendations and dick-waving. Post your off the wall interpretations ITT. Actually talk about concepts for a change." ()
>someone talks about a concept
>"probably because to the plebs on this board "interpretation" is a fancy term for "Where's Waldo" for symbolism, you included." ()

please don't ever teach English, retard

alright, I'll bite. The Men in Grey is actually a covert celebration of fascism

I disagree. it's not about art's failure—it's about how art is actually way too good at what it does

Well that's not entirely true. I've spoken a few times about my ideas about literature, for example that Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas is a Kierkegaardian quest for faith after the Death of God or how the Naked Lunch is a great expression of writing as a catalogue of our "immanences" (or sensations, idk the term in English) but those threads die after 15 replies every time, unless someone starts shitposting.

The Republic is about the impossibility of the polis' becoming philosophic, and is a demonstration of the damage philosophy does to political life.

why do you say that about Moby Dick?

Don Quixote isn't a picaresque.

Confederacy of Dunces was a modern iteration of the superfluous man.

Tolstoy was a subversive francophile.

I remember this one time in school, a couple of years back, we were studying Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening, by Robert Frost.

A friend of mine and I worked out a suicidal interpretation of the poem, completely supported by Robert Frost's family history, illnesses, biblical allusions etc.

I even wrote a three page essay to support the interpretation.

Kafka didn't like biscuits

Personally I find interpretation quite dull. I read for aesthetic and emotional sensations, not to decode some convoluted joke.

But people do talk about their interpretations of literature its just in a shitpost manner. We get a thread a day of 10 dudes arguing about the meaning of The Catcher In The Rye.

Is this the bitch who was complaining we didn't discuss Austen? Great discussion OP, you're really showing us how it's done. Perhaps you should just start a discussion of a particular text instead of bitching nobody else does. Or join that little girls thread where they're writing counter reviews to feminist interpretations, or any of the other threads actually discussing shit instead of bitching.

super curious about the Moby Dick comment.

couldn't you use the stuff you post in mock syllabus threads academically and have benefited from the critique?

if you still have the essay I would read it.

There was no critique, barely ever much response in them. The most you get out of people aside from the insults is "I'd take that class."

Anyway, I do use a lot of what I've done in the past on Veeky Forums now (anything that wouldn't trace me back to here), but having posted it on Veeky Forums first has never given me any sort of benefit. Possibly other people manage to get more out of being here. I'm just hoping to convince myself to better spend my time.

>implying your demand for interpretations isn't just higher stakes dick-waving

>Slothrop is the rocket.
lolwut

This is actually plausible but would completely change my entire perception of the story. Could you explain? Is this why he got the Imipolex G in his dick as a baby? Does it actually react to something in rockets, or wasn't the joke that he fucks so many random women he creates a Poisson distribution which statistically is quite similar to how many rockets land and where?

Nietzsche and Kafka were both extremely influenced by Dostoyevsky

Nietzsche said so somewhere, I seem to remember reading.

Also, this is an essay I wrote about two writers who came to my uni, had to do it because of some bullshit honor school I'm not a part of anymore. Got me the highest result. Warning, ESL (but competent).

pastebin.com/C6hFimii

yeah I'm new here and I was really excited because I saw all sorts of new opinions but it wasn't long before I realized that for the most part they are just repeated with no justification.

>start with the memes

what do you think that imipolex g could kindof "connect" back to itself, so like because it was on his dick and he fucks the girls that the imipolex in the rockets follows itself?

The idea of man as the image of God is an interesting one. I think the common unreflected interpretation is that the image of man is the image of God, that is, that man’s body is God’s image.

The Jews critcised the Egyptians for worshipping idols, that is, worshipping things they made themselves. They thought something divine (transcending experience) what was static and thus not representative of life. The Jews refused to give their God a name, and denied that any image could represent him. What they insisted was that man, as a living process, was the image of God. In other words, that the dynamic process of perceiving, understanding, feeling, are representations of the world in itself, as a supersensible thing, of which man’s understanding can only comprehend a part.

The Bell Jar is about depression.

I'd write more but I'm at work on a cellphone. Plus interpretation probably ought to be left vague. Fill it in yourself and all.

Thinking is either futile - what does Ishmael get for all his huffing and puffing and phrenology? Certainly no closer to the whale he sets out to know (suicidal thoughts drove him to the sea, but curiosity drove him to the whaling ship) and probably all the more weighed down with Kant on his starboard and Plato on his port - or dangerous - old Ahab piling upon indifferent ("it is not the whale that chases you, but you who chases the whale!") nature's back all the sins of his race from Adam on down. Ishmael and Ahab are two sides of the same gold doubloon (another good chapter on this point), both setting their minds to the whale and both finding only a mirror. Ishmael survives the wreck because he's the only one who learned anything - i.e. that you can't learn anything.

Ya'll are focusing too much on the map. That's just a stupid joke. Pointsman and the cause-and-effect rocket mystics thinking they figured it out, but turns out there are wheels within wheels (IG Farben followed Slothrop all along? You can tickle his creatures...) So they set out to study it, launch it, but it hits Brenshluss at the hotel and gets away from them (Katje said the rocket leads a whole life up there), flies with insane speed (Marvy in the caves), hits peak - as narrates by Pökler, the controller, who thinks he gets peak only to be frustrated, then begins descent (Pökler's wife running from the rocket men, ending up a sex-slave and on the Anubis), picks up speed again (old Marvy gives chase again), then finally explodes into a million pieces (counterforce). The whole structure of the book is parabolic with Slothrop as the rocket around which it all centers.

Here's another for you: the Republic and most of Plato's dialogues are ironic. How many speakers stand between reader and Diotima, anyway? Chinese whispers

Don Quixote is a figment f Sancho's imagination

Interesting, thanks. Definitely need to read Gravity's Rainbow again.

That's just summary, user.

Doesn't everyone think that poem is suicidal? What else could "miles to go before I sleep" mean?

underrated post

Shakespeare was a cuck and all his plays are about that.

Joyce apparently never went on record against this interpretation.

The Sun Also Rises is a novel about how our generation is made up of mostly soulless, empty people that are dissatisfied with their lives, and the only course of action left is to either find a higher power to take refuge in or continue being lost in life

1984 was intended to be read as a comedy. It works much better that way. Terry Gilliam was very on the nose about it with Brazil but it's still easily the best adaption of it.