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Muncie · April 2008

Orikaeshigitae · May 2008

I always thought Gibson was actually very clear. I love the description of Neuromancer's beach.

tastydonuts · May 2008

I love Gibson, I thought he was pretty clear too. hm.

syrion · May 2008

So I watched the first miniseries of Battlestar Galactica, and, well, I liked it--but it seems like a really thin premise for a show, and I don't think I'll continue.

nemesis92 · May 2008

crazy.
everyone go bask in your green-sky'd world.

Orikaeshigitae · May 2008

Heart of Darkness is like six good moments buried in three tons of bad writing. What the hell, people.

I think all the adaptations were people going 'shit, i could have done this way better'.

syrion · May 2008

Orikaeshigitae wrote: »

Heart of Darkness is like six good moments buried in three tons of bad writing. What the hell, people.

I think all the adaptations were people going 'shit, i could have done this way better'.

I hated Heart of Darkness. Dull, dull, dull.

Orikaeshigitae · May 2008

I don't regret reading it, but this is far better.

MKR · May 2008

syrion wrote: »

So I watched the first miniseries of Battlestar Galactica, and, well, I liked it--but it seems like a really thin premise for a show, and I don't think I'll continue.

The show gets quite a bit better later. Season 3 moved a bit slow, though.

Uncle Long · May 2008

Alright, update:

The RB Sammich was good. After the sandwich I did, indeed, sit. But, not too long into my sit I got back up because, lo, someone knocked at my door and gave me half of a fresh king crab. So, in order to make the best of the situation I rolled it all up in some nori, with a bit of carrot, cucumber, rice, cream cheese, onion and my own sauce consisting of peppers, worcestershire sauce, and a bit of red wine into some goddamn delicious sushi.

I am now enjoying said sushi and maeking poast.

Oh, also finished DH Lawrence's "The Rainbow" a couple of minutes ago. It was terrible, by the way. I just got back from the library with Bleak House and Vonnegut's Hocus Pocus.

/update

Sarcastro · May 2008

I saw the movie ('78) when I was threeish... and the flying motorcycles blew my mind.

Uncle Long · May 2008

Shhhh you're ruining my books.

Also, I'm getting close the end of all Vonnegut, and I'm getting kind of nostalgic and saddened of the fact.

bsjezz · May 2008

Orikaeshigitae wrote: »

Heart of Darkness is like six good moments buried in three tons of bad writing. What the hell, people.

I think all the adaptations were people going 'shit, i could have done this way better'.

you fool, you foolish fool

one day you will grow up to understand that heart of darkness is the insurmountable tale

even if conrad does enourmously overwrite the silent broodiness of the jungle

it's okay, though. he's allowed. he earnt his right in the first few pages

Joseph Conrad wrote:

"I was thinking of very old times, when the Romans first came here, nineteen hundred years ago -- the other day. . . . Light came out of this river since -- you say Knights? Yes; but it is like a running blaze on a plain, like a flash of lightning in the clouds. We live in the flicker -- may it last as long as the old earth keeps rolling! But darkness was here yesterday. Imagine the feelings of a commander of a fine -- what d'ye call 'em? -- trireme in the Mediterranean, ordered suddenly to the north; run overland across the Gauls in a hurry; put in charge of one of these craft the legionaries -- a wonderful lot of handy men they must have been, too -- used to build, apparently by the hundred, in a month or two, if we may believe what we read. Imagine him here -- the very end of the world, a sea the colour of lead, a sky the colour of smoke, a kind of ship about as rigid as a concertina -- and going up this river with stores, or orders, or what you like. Sand-banks, marshes, forests, savages, -- precious little to eat fit for a civilized man, nothing but Thames water to drink. No Falernian wine here, no going ashore. Here and there a military camp lost in a wilderness, like a needle in a bundle of hay -- cold, fog, tempests, disease, exile, and death -- death skulking in the air, in the water, in the bush. They must have been dying like flies here. Oh, yes -- he did it. Did it very well, too, no doubt, and without thinking much about it either, except afterwards to brag of what he had gone through in his time, perhaps. They were men enough to face the darkness. And perhaps he was cheered by keeping his eye on a chance of promotion to the fleet at Ravenna by and by, if he had good friends in Rome and survived the awful climate. Or think of a decent young citizen in a toga -- perhaps too much dice, you know -- coming out here in the train of some prefect, or tax-gatherer, or trader even, to mend his fortunes. Land in a swamp, march through the woods, and in some inland post feel the savagery, the utter savagery, had closed round him -- all that mysterious life of the wilderness that stirs in the forest, in the jungles, in the hearts of wild men. There's no initiation either into such mysteries. He has to live in the midst of the incomprehensible, which is also detestable. And it has a fascination, too, that goes to work upon him. The fascination of the abomination -- you know, imagine the growing regrets, the longing to escape, the powerless disgust, the surrender, the hate."

He paused.

"Mind," he began again, lifting one arm from the elbow, the palm of the hand outwards, so that, with his legs folded before him, he had the pose of a Buddha preaching in European clothes and without a lotus-flower -- "Mind, none of us would feel exactly like this..."

amazing

Orikaeshigitae · May 2008

did you quote a terrible part by mistake

bsjezz · May 2008

nope

sometimes that monologue keeps me up at night

Uncle Long · May 2008

Didn't you have any brothers or someone to...you know...show you how to take care of things like that?

I mean, if not...

bsjezz · May 2008

my brother was eaten by a cannibal in the dark tropics of new guinea you heartless bastard

Uncle Long · May 2008

bsjezz wrote: »

my brother was eaten by a cannibal in the dark tropics of new guinea you heartless bastard

Is there a pun in there somewhere?

Iriah · May 2008

bsjezz wrote: »

my brother was eaten by a cannibal in the dark tropics of new guinea you heartless bastard

did he at least check out the kokoda trail beforehand

bsjezz · May 2008

Uncle Long wrote: »

bsjezz wrote: »

my brother was eaten by a cannibal in the dark tropics of new guinea you heartless bastard

Is there a pun in there somewhere?

there was, but my sister shot it in her frenzied escape. poor buggers are extinct, now

Uncle Long · May 2008

bsjezz wrote: »

Uncle Long wrote: »

bsjezz wrote: »

my brother was eaten by a cannibal in the dark tropics of new guinea you heartless bastard

Is there a pun in there somewhere?

there was, but my sister shot it in her frenzied escape. poor buggers are extinct, now

Maybe that's the case on your island. On mine, however, they flourish.

bsjezz · May 2008

oh a pun

good grief man this is no time for wordplay

Zsetrek · May 2008

Uh, oh - someone scuffed Jezz's literary Pumas.

Although, I do not understand his raving devotion to that book. I mean, I liked it and all, but, meh.

Munacra · May 2008

They would actually be his literary Chuck Taylors.

Dude wears nothing but Chuck Taylors.

nothing

bsjezz · May 2008

nah i have a couple pairs of adidas too

ruzkin · May 2008

You should try some K Swiss. Broaden your running-shoe horizons.

bsjezz · May 2008

but k-swiss are ugly

Muncie · May 2008

Hemingway has no artistry to his language. He could only write short, declarative sentences. For example:

That something I cannot yet define completely but the feeling comes when you write well and truly of something and know impersonally you have written in that way and those who are paid to read it and report on it do not like the subject so they say it is all a fake, yet you know its value absolutely; or when you do something which people do not consider a serious occupation and yet you know truly, that it is as important and has always been as important as all the things that are in fashion, and when, on the sea, you are alone with it and know that this Gulf Stream you are living with, knowing, learning about, and loving, has moved, as it moves, since before man, and that it has gone by the shoreline of that long, beautiful, unhappy island since before Columbus sighted it and that the things you find out about it, and those that have always lived in it are permanent and of value because that stream will flow, as it has flowed, after the Indians, after the Spaniards, after the British, after the Americans and after all the Cubans and all the systems of governments, the richness, the poverty, the martyrdom, the sacrifice and the venality and the cruelty are all gone as the high-piled scow of garbage, bright-colored, white-flecked, ill-smelling, now tilted on its side, spills off its load into the blue water, turning it a pale green to a depth of four or five fathoms as the load spreads across the surface, the sinkable part going down and the flotsam of palm fronds, corks, bottles, and used electric light globes, seasoned with an occasional condom or a deep floating corset, the torn leaves of a student's exercise book, a well-inflated dog, the occasional rat, the no-longer-distinguished cat; all this well shepherded by the boats of the garbage pickers who pluck their prizes with long poles, as interested, as intelligent, and as accurate as historians; they have the viewpoint; the stream, with no visible flow, takes five loads of this a day when things are going well in La Habana and in ten miles along the coast it is as clear and blue and unimpressed as it was ever before the tug hauled out the scow; and the palm fronds of our victories, the worn light bulbs of our discoveries and the empty condoms of our great loves float with no significance against one single, lasting thing---the stream.

-- Green Hills of Africa

[edit: this was a kind of response to bsjezz's keep awake at night comment.]

Munkus Beaver · May 2008

This is the writer's block, not the D&D silly bitches zone.

We call this thread Chat and Brainstorming.

Muncie · May 2008

Killjoy.

Munkus Beaver · May 2008

Look, I'm just throwing some soap to the unwashed masses.

ruzkin · May 2008

Man you just killed our dream.

Baron Dirigible · May 2008

chatting, sure, but have we ever brainstormed in one of these threads?

Orikaeshigitae · May 2008

there's a first time for everything

Edcrab · May 2008

Well it resulted in me making a thread called the Chaotic Setting Brainstorm, so yeah, Chat can lead to Brainstorming.

Note how both words have capital letters. That's because they demand them.

Concept · May 2008

"Hey esse, chu wanna gimme one a dems capital letters? Mah nine pressed up all on yo spine says yes, dawg."

Iriah · May 2008

Muncie wrote: »

Hemingway has no artistry to his language. He could only write short, declarative sentences. For example:

That something I cannot yet define completely but the feeling comes when you write well and truly of something and know impersonally you have written in that way and those who are paid to read it and report on it do not like the subject so they say it is all a fake, yet you know its value absolutely; or when you do something which people do not consider a serious occupation and yet you know truly, that it is as important and has always been as important as all the things that are in fashion, and when, on the sea, you are alone with it and know that this Gulf Stream you are living with, knowing, learning about, and loving, has moved, as it moves, since before man, and that it has gone by the shoreline of that long, beautiful, unhappy island since before Columbus sighted it and that the things you find out about it, and those that have always lived in it are permanent and of value because that stream will flow, as it has flowed, after the Indians, after the Spaniards, after the British, after the Americans and after all the Cubans and all the systems of governments, the richness, the poverty, the martyrdom, the sacrifice and the venality and the cruelty are all gone as the high-piled scow of garbage, bright-colored, white-flecked, ill-smelling, now tilted on its side, spills off its load into the blue water, turning it a pale green to a depth of four or five fathoms as the load spreads across the surface, the sinkable part going down and the flotsam of palm fronds, corks, bottles, and used electric light globes, seasoned with an occasional condom or a deep floating corset, the torn leaves of a student's exercise book, a well-inflated dog, the occasional rat, the no-longer-distinguished cat; all this well shepherded by the boats of the garbage pickers who pluck their prizes with long poles, as interested, as intelligent, and as accurate as historians; they have the viewpoint; the stream, with no visible flow, takes five loads of this a day when things are going well in La Habana and in ten miles along the coast it is as clear and blue and unimpressed as it was ever before the tug hauled out the scow; and the palm fronds of our victories, the worn light bulbs of our discoveries and the empty condoms of our great loves float with no significance against one single, lasting thing---the stream.

-- Green Hills of Africa

[edit: this was a kind of response to bsjezz's keep awake at night comment.]

Would anyone be able to give me some good examples of an artistic language that you like?

Baron Dirigible · May 2008

Orikaeshigitae wrote: »

there's a first time for everything

what are some things we can brainstorm about

... hang on, someone get some butcher's paper, I think we're onto something here

Edcrab · May 2008

The kindest way to end Munacra's clown fetish? I was thinking aversion therapy.

You know, rape.

I think he's allergic to it.

Spoiler:

Octopus Melody · May 2008

I'm really bad at getting myself to write, I posted in here months ago and don't think I've written more than two pages since then. But I guess that's nothing new.

Does anyone else get really motivated and excited about writing a short story at the same exact time they should be writing an essay for class?

Iriah · May 2008

You should all respond to my previous post

I think I've PMed Edcrab and probably Munacra and they both agree with me

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