Bro, Do You Even Lit?

Literature and soundscapes for reading and writing.

[mohtz]

saturday / background practice piece

[being-john-malkobitch]

Every book in the History of Literature summed up in a single sentence

[knightedrogue]

@holdouttrout

[we-kant-even]

a e s t h e t i c

[tokar3v-art]

Model: Elizaveta

[the-bookshop]

Source.

[zdarsky-deactivated20200105]

Huh! Who knew?

[mortisia]

The Librarian: Quest for the Spear (2004) xx

[janeaustenandco-deactivated2018]

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Claude Debussy - Arabesque II Can we be happy and sad at the same time?

[ulrikke7-deactivated20160709]

i was listening to this as i made soup, and suddenly, i felt elated, and reminded of that fleeting gladness i was reading about in arendt’s biography earlier. she says, after being hospitalized due to a car crash, something along the lines of “that death is not so terrible, but to live is a beautiful thing, and if i can live with dignity, i should very much like to continue doing so.” i felt that, then, making soup, listening to debussy, knowing i have love and faith and support. i could smell the summer, and possibility, and life. and i’m learning to hold it all in my hands as gracefully as i can.

[thirdpartofthenight]

I could have been a priest instead of a prophet. The priest has a book with the words set out. Old words, known words, words of power. Words that are always on the surface. Words for every occasion. The words work. They do what they’re supposed to do; comfort and discipline. The prophet has no book. The prophet is a voice that cries in the wilderness, full of sounds that do not always set into meaning. The prophets cry out because they are troubled by demons.

Jeanette Winterson, Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit (via yelenarossinis)

[coisasdetere]

Chá com livros … 

[the-bookshop]

Source.

[booksareeverywhere]

Some poetry about cats from the Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats By T. S. Eliot in Elementary (4x12)

[acciobooksandsunshine]

A small bookshop in downtown crystal lake, il

[journeymancreativejournal]

Paradise

[wrathofthegiraffe]

I want a reimagining of Hamlet that is completely faithful to the original except that Hamlet is replaced with Craig Middlebrooks from Parks and Rec.

[nicoleanell]

this is my friend Horatio and HE DROVE ME HERE.

[chrisisoninfiniteearths]

Is… is this not basically what Hamlet is like?

[smoretime]

@ofgeography

[ofgeography]

QUEEN GERTRUDE Alas, he’s mad!

HAMLET

OSRIC You are not ignorant of what excellence Laertes is–

HAMLET

GHOST Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.

HAMLET Murder!

GHOST Murder most foul, as in the best it is; But this most foul, strange and unnatural.

HAMLET Haste me to know’t, that I, with wings as swift As meditation or the thoughts of love, May sweep to my revenge.

Ghost I find thee apt; And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed That roots itself in ease on Lethe wharf, Wouldst thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear: ‘Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard, A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of Denmark Is by a forged process of my death Rankly abused: but know, thou noble youth, The serpent that did sting thy father’s life Now wears his crown.

HAMLET

[sashayed]

FIRST PLAYER

….But if the gods themselves did see her then When she saw Pyrrhus make malicious sport In mincing with his sword her husband’s limbs, The instant burst of clamour that she made, Unless things mortal move them not at all, Would have made milch the burning eyes of heaven, And passion in the gods.’

POLONIUS

Look, whether he has not turned his colour and has tears in’s eyes. Pray you, no more.

HAMLET

[sashayed]

GUILDENSTERN

Good my lord, put your discourse into some frame and start not so wildly from my affair.

HAMLET

[sashayed]

HAMLET I loved Ophelia: forty thousand brothers Could not, with all their quantity of love, Make up my sum. What wilt thou do for her?

KING CLAUDIUS O, he is mad, Laertes.

QUEEN GERTRUDE For love of God, forbear him.

HAMLET

[ofgeography]

HAMLET To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, ‘tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there’s the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover’d country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action.–Soft you now! The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remember’d.

OPHELIA Good my lord, How does your honour for this many a day?

HAMLET

[ofgeography]

HAMLET O God, your only jig-maker. What should a man do but be merry? for, look you, how cheerfully my mother looks, and my father died within these two hours.

OPHELIA Nay, ‘tis twice two months, my lord.

HAMLET So long? Nay then, let the devil wear black, for I’ll have a suit of sables. O heavens! die two months ago, and not forgotten yet? Then there’s hope a great man’s memory may outlive his life half a year: but, by'r lady, he must build churches, then; or else shall he suffer not thinking on, with the hobby-horse, whose epitaph is ‘For, O, for, O, the hobby-horse is forgot.’

[sashayed]

FIRST CLOWN A pestilence on him for a mad rogue! a’ poured a flagon of Rhenish on my head once. This same skull, sir, was Yorick’s skull, the king’s jester.

HAMLET This?

First Clown E'en that.

HAMLET [Takes the skull]

[peterjschweitzer]

Cricket’s library has been getting a little out of control lately, the books are spilling out over the chair and onto the floor, I think it may be time for us to spend a morning organizing it. I’ve always been drawn to her love of books, and I am so glad that I was able to build her this library. I hope that no matter where we end up, I will grow old watching Cricket nestled in her favorite chair, lost in her books and reading away. → Peter Schweitzer

[adzolotl]

Which “Jabberwocky” Character Should You Fight

The slithy toves: Toves are totes adorbs. And fun to watch. Don’t fight them.

The borogoves: They’re kind of stickly and gristened, so it would be neither sporting nor appetizing to hunt them. But go ahead if you really want to.

The mome raths: Yeah, okay, raths are curtible in small numbers, but when entire flates come out in the early lefting it’s just an unstuppered onscramble of grabbling and gribing. Fight raths. Do I hear a snicker-snack? :)

The Parent: They give good, stolid advice. Don’t fight your parents.

The Son: I wouldn’t even. Have you viddied well his sword arm? Do not fuck with the Son. (If you must, bring something long and vorpal and try to catch him before brillig.)

The Jubjub bird: Honestly, go for it! Seriously. Good chumbly thigh meat. Two words, though: ranged weapons. And not a thimble-bow or splitten, bring something heavy with a good, stretted bowstring on it.

The Bandersnatch: Bandersnatchi are large, gluesome, and herbivorous. Fighting them is more inconvenient than unwisable, so I’m going to back the Parent here: shun them. Shun Jinx entirely. Blandrous place for a vacation.

The Tumtum tree: what why it’s a tree I don’t

The Jabberwock: look are you even paying attention