Novus Litera

Novus Litera is an non-profit organization that aims to archive, promote and inspire a new generation of writers. Through our future publications we aim to bring artists, writers, and designers that capture the zeitgeist of the moment together with the hopes that a dialogue is produced about what it means to be alive at this time. What message will we strive to send the future generations? How can we enhance our chances of our message enduring time? We are the new literature. **We always give credit to our artists and writers. Novus Litera DOES NOT take credit for any work from its submitters**

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It is easier said than done, you say ? How often do we find ourselves doing silly things instead of actually saying what we want and need to say?

NL

[virgilioastram]

My brother told me I looked at her lovingly

Yeah, i guess thats true

I mean I was staring at her tits as I do

But denying that I care for her safety and well being?

I can’t fathom that, my hearts out for her.

Hey, I did fantasize about her

and she’s always been nice to me

and my couch there’s always a place for her

but it never seemed prudent

But what do I know about prudence anyway?

Keep this a secret though, these are the kinds of things

That are really hard to talk about

Not as hard as genocide, but still, pretty hard

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Human interactions when explained with words can feel overwhelming and inprecise - like they do little justice.

Thank god for literature.

The colloquial language of this piece flows very well. It seems like the writer is talking as if you’re part of the answer. The self awareness of the situation and the ending of helplessness makes this piece relatable, accessible and intimate.

[nibeditas-world]

Misery sells

Misery Sells Are we turning sadist? Or we were sadist since the beginning?

The business is how long can you suffer? how happy people can be, seeing you suffer? Your pain is saleable.

Why do you think children are raped and murdered? helpless women are gang raped? farmers are killing themselves? blood is spattered everywhere? Dead bodies lie unattended, floating on the face of mother earth.

because we satisfy our inner demon by seeing someone’s suffering. Because we want to be seen as the only perfection, nature has ever produced.

We are so sadist that we no longer see good in anything. We seek approval, which is why we form groups and suppress the victim.

We milk from other’s grief we take pleasure in other’s loss. But have we realized that tables will turn one day and we shall be on the grieving side, someone will milk from our grief as well.

We are cowards.

We give power to evils and demons to rule over us, yet join hands and kneel down before angels to gives us strength and patience to endure injustice, when it fell on us.

When our time will come, who will answer for us, how will we face the questions of coming generations? Why did we turn inhumane after years of gaining civilization and then giving up all.

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8 secrets of success https://www.ted.com/talks/richard_st_john_s_8_secrets_of_success

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A meteor fell nearby.

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[regdavey]

Street Music

They flow around him: Discordant notes flitting Upon the February breeze

Somewhere near, a busker Is playing a song in The doorway of a store But everyone else seems More concerned with a sale Which must end Monday

Than with this one moment And the music playing Upon the February breeze.

© R.J. Davey 2018

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Starting is always the hardest part. Whatever your goals and dreams, whatever you are going through - it all begins and ends with you.

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Wisdom can be found in any place at any time. The key is to be open to the lesson. Video games offer incredible lessons in immersive worlds that can enable us to grow in ways that in reality would be impossible.

[the-book-diaries]

The truth will set you free, but first it will piss you off.

Joe Klaas, Twelve Steps to Happiness (via the-book-diaries)

[bumbleblossoms]

you could have been a doctor like you wanted you could have been anything if you wanted   and there are nights when it’s especially cold I sink back to December days full of laughter and new words you tell me you sometimes feel like your body exists alone in space but then I’m there and I’m nobody special or big in your life but I know what to say so the space fills up around you and the void isn’t that anymore   it’s silly I remember moments everyone else would say are nothing special or big in anyone’s life but I knew I was nobody important just a good friend, a nice friend and I saved the screenshot of your text when you called me your best friend it’s silly isn’t it December 27th one month before you died   you could have been anything nights went by with long rambles trying to teach me what those long words for each medical term was I never understood but you always tried and I spent months and months trying to find meaning in whatever we had after but it’s been two years and I still don’t know if there’s any meaning at all   because you were just here and one day my texts stopped being read and I had one last picture from minutes before you were gone and it doesn’t matter that I never got to say goodbye and you never got to be the anything you wanted to be   because life is like that sometimes isn’t it there’s no ending here no neat lesson for what I should be and should do instead it’s just a memory of you each day getting farther away until I know that you couldn’t have been anything and that’s only what I remember each time your face fills my mind you were just you and that was just the end

Miriam Kamens, fighting the loss (via bumbleblossoms)

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04.02.2018 // 9:06 GMT

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It’s important to be factual and research as much as we can to communicate and propagate truth. But never be afraid to break barriers. We all struggle one way or another, sadly some more than others….But the important thing is to keep fighting and keep challenging yourself and those around you!

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Annabelle Lee by Edgar Allan Poe [part of the literature as an aesthetic element experiment] source: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44885/annabel-lee

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Greek Corinthian Gold Myrtle Wreath, 330-250 BC     

In ancient Greece, wreaths made from plants like laurel, ivy, and myrtle were awarded to athletes, soldiers, and royalty. Similar wreaths were designed in gold and silver for the same purposes or for religious functions. This example conveys the language of love. A plant sacred to the goddess Aphrodite, myrtle was a symbol of love. Greeks wore wreaths made of real myrtle leaves at weddings and banquets, received them as athletic prizes and awards for military victories, and wore them as crowns to show royal status. By the Hellenistic period (300–30 BC), the wreaths were made of gold foil; too fragile to be worn, they were created primarily to be buried with the dead as symbols of life’s victories. The naturalistic myrtle leaves and blossoms on this wreath were cut from thin sheets of gold, exquisitely finished with stamped and incised details, and then wired onto the stems. Most that survive today were found in graves.

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History offers us a wide breath of descriptions and worlds. Writers acrosss time build upon these existing worlds, expand them and make them their own.

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Loneliness is a sign you are in desperate need of yourself.

Rupi Kaur (via avouer)