Writing Discussion

[Respubliko de Libereco]

That's comparing a modernist work and a postmodern idea. Not particularly fair, if you ask me.

Nothing's fair when Finnegans Wake is involved.

Not yet, though all's fair in vanessy

Thank you, Google.

[The New World Oceania]

Nothing's fair when Finnegans Wake is involved.

Not yet, though all's fair in vanessy

Thank you, Google.

Noooooooooooo

[Zeinbrad]

That's comparing a modernist work and a postmodern idea. Not particularly fair, if you ask me.

Nothing's fair when Finnegans Wake is involved.

I read an excerpt of the first chapter.

James Joyce must been a wonder at parties.

[Nerotysia]

The end, she approaches...

Also, I was gifted two Joyce works over Christmas. They are possibly the most overhyped and yet hated piece of literature I will ever read. I'm mostly just curious to see what the fuss is honestly.

[The New World Oceania]

The end, she approaches...

Also, I was gifted two Joyce works over Christmas. They are possibly the most overhyped and yet hated piece of literature I will ever read. I'm mostly just curious to see what the fuss is honestly.

I'll admit, Ulysses is overhyped in a few senses. But that's really just if you're trying to read it for leisure. In study, Joyce is a master of style, and some chapters are easily some of the best works in the English language from that perspective. When it comes to how we typically read and casually analyze writing, Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man is far better.

Chamber Music is for the most part awful. I'll just put it out there, I'm sorry, but it sucks.

[Zeinbrad]

The end, she approaches...

Also, I was gifted two Joyce works over Christmas. They are possibly the most overhyped and yet hated piece of literature I will ever read. I'm mostly just curious to see what the fuss is honestly.

I'll admit, Ulysses is overhyped in a few senses. But that's really just if you're trying to read it for leisure. In study, Joyce is a master of style, and some chapters are easily some of the best works in the English language from that perspective. When it comes to how we typically read and casually analyze writing, Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man is far better.

Chamber Music is for the most part awful. I'll just put it out there, I'm sorry, but it sucks.

What makes a book good or bad. I've been wondering for a while now.

[Nerotysia]

The end, she approaches...

Also, I was gifted two Joyce works over Christmas. They are possibly the most overhyped and yet hated piece of literature I will ever read. I'm mostly just curious to see what the fuss is honestly.

I'll admit, Ulysses is overhyped in a few senses. But that's really just if you're trying to read it for leisure. In study, Joyce is a master of style, and some chapters are easily some of the best works in the English language from that perspective. When it comes to how we typically read and casually analyze writing, Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man is far better.

Chamber Music is for the most part awful. I'll just put it out there, I'm sorry, but it sucks.

I don't mind reading for study, but I do think that a novel that doesn't provide at least some sense of pleasure has failed in a major way. I shall have to judge on my own I suppose.

[Nerotysia]

I'll admit, Ulysses is overhyped in a few senses. But that's really just if you're trying to read it for leisure. In study, Joyce is a master of style, and some chapters are easily some of the best works in the English language from that perspective. When it comes to how we typically read and casually analyze writing, Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man is far better.

Chamber Music is for the most part awful. I'll just put it out there, I'm sorry, but it sucks.

What makes a book good or bad. I've been wondering for a while now.

It must entertain. If it wants to, it can instruct. Thus is the purpose of novels. Also this is how they must be judged, their effectiveness at accomplishing these two tasks.

[Respubliko de Libereco]

What makes a book good or bad. I've been wondering for a while now.

It must entertain. If it wants to, it can instruct. Thus is the purpose of novels. Also this is how they must be judged, their effectiveness at accomplishing these two tasks.

This sort of echoes the way Poe felt about poetry and its relation to instruction. Basically, he believes that a poem must be beautiful, but can also instruct as long as the instruction serves the beauty of the poem.

I would define, in brief, the Poetry of words as The Rhythmical Creation of Beauty. Its sole arbiter is Taste. With the Intellect or with the Conscience, it has only collateral relations. Unless incidentally, it has no concern whatever either with Duty or with Truth.

... It by no means follows, however, that ... the precepts of Duty, or even the lessons of Truth, may not be introduced into a poem and with advantage; for they may subserve, incidentally, in various ways, the general purposes of the work; but the true artist will always contrive to tone them down in proper subjection to that Beauty which is the atmosphere and the real essence of the poem.

[Bezombia]

Why isn't "eler" a word?

[Respubliko de Libereco]

Why isn't "eler" a word?

It is a word. It means "formulas" in Norwegian, at least according to Google Translate.

[Shaggai]

Why isn't "eler" a word?

What should it mean?

[Bezombia]

Why isn't "eler" a word?

What should it mean?

I don't know. It just seems like that combination of four letters should have some meaning in the English language.

[Zeinbrad]

Why isn't "eler" a word?

I feel like I heard it before.

[Mizrad]

Are tags allowed on this thread? Because tagging this would be very useful for me.

[Vancon]

Are tags allowed on this thread? Because tagging this would be very useful for me.

Yes they are, albeit for the next page.

Who's gonna up up the next one?

[The New World Oceania]

Are tags allowed on this thread? Because tagging this would be very useful for me.

Yes they are, albeit for the next page.

Who's gonna up up the next one?

CM, we think. However, because CM is known for falling into voids, NFP is presumably the next in line to the throne.

[Shaggai]

I feel like this thread should end with a paradelle.

[The New World Oceania]

I feel like this thread should end with a paradelle.

Or a whimper.

[Dastardly Dark Empire of Evil Bastards]

The Warboy uniforms are black trenchcoats, and they bear white skulls on a red field as arm patches, very deliberately evoking imagery of Nazi uniforms of WWII. This is done to challenge the readers perception of evil: No matter how much you dress up freedom and liberty as backwards, barbaric, and outdated, the ideals themselves are still admirable.

I think if you include nazi-esque imagery then people will assume you're trying to draw a parallel between the nazi's and the Evil Bastards, when really the nazi style of government was much more akin to the Good Guys'. It could work against you because people will see a thinly-veiled nazi reference and immediately draw conclusions about who is good and who is bad based on popular use of nazi tropes, and won't read into everything else that makes the Empire seems appealing. I get that you want them to seem evil on the surface but using nazism as a shortcut for evil brings with it all the associated baggage which is going to make your message more difficult to deliver.

I understand. Every movement has it's extremists, and we certainly aren't helped by the fact that some guys in the movement to reduce government make us look bad by spouting white-supremacy. However, I also believe that if somebody draws such an immediate conclusion, then there's not much hope of helping them anyways. The people who don't bother to take a second glance won't be bothered with logic in the first place. Like the folks who paint all republicans as religious nuts or who paint all democrats as secular humanists, there's not much point in arguing with them because they refuse to believe that the opposing side can even make logical arguments.

[Zeinbrad]

Well I just had an idea that I like. Just need to figure out how to make it more palatable.

It's basically a 40 something old soldier who lost his wife and child to a late-term abortion and thus fights like he wishes to die to 'rejoin' them. His units massacres a village of people and he see's a child there and go AWOl to save said child.

Thoughts?

[Respubliko de Libereco]

I feel like this thread should end with a paradelle.

Or a whimper.

...But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

As I mentioned earlier, I'm saving my latest paradelle for the beginning of the new thread.

[Shaggai]

Or a whimper.

...But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

As I mentioned earlier, I'm saving my latest paradelle for the beginning of the new thread.

Fine. The thread's ending around now anyway.

[Nerotysia]

The candles flicker, whimpering, as if they know what's about to happen...the moon hangs forlorn in the sky, a slim crescent, darkness muffling the limited light. The walls are robed in muted red, the floor in royal blue. Banners blazoned with fountain pens bracket the lone window, upon the sill of which a raven stands, cawing, seeming almost to make human sounds...

The old man is dying. He is sheathed beneath his thick covers, his nose dripping with cold phlegm. Across his skin is scrawled thousands upon thousands of words; poetry, prose, critique, questions, idle chatter, inane chatter, and even more inane chatter, but most of all, inane chatter. He coughs, once, his body jerking like a marionette. His robe is Egyptian silk, purchased with pilfered money, the sleeves sewn with elegant monograms. He coughs once more, his lips cracked and bleeding.

Outside of his tower, an army stands. It is a vast army, it stretches to the horizon and beyond, and within it are thousands of soldiers of all types. There are nazis, zombies, oceanians, conseratives, liberal republicans, weird generic aliens, gingers, and wacky communists. They are all singing and dancing and drinking and yelling at each other. An Irish name floats upon the wind, the subject of many-an-argument, and still none of them stop wasting their time talking to each other. It is an odd and vaguely repulsive sight.

Presently a woman emerges from the tower. She holds a baby in her arms. She says,

"The Thread is dead. All hail the Thread!"

The hordes set upon the baby, their pens out and dripping with ink.

[Respubliko de Libereco]

He’s gone, his soul hath ta’en its earthless flight;
Whither? I dread to think; but he is gone.