YOU HAVE TO READ THIS...
Game of Thrones...awesome! My recommendations : Dear and Glorious Physician by Taylor Caldwell. Foxes of Harrow by Frank Yerby, Judas Tree by AJ Cronin , Human Bondage by Somerset Maugham....all book s by these authors are awe inspiring. Also look up Stephen King, Dean R Koontz, Graham Masterton and Peter Straub. I have all their books and are good companions on rainy indoor days.
jaspersilence said:Anyone read 'House of leaves'by Mark Danielewski?...You have to turn the book sideways,and upside down at times,he makes it very physical to read;)
Yes I love that book. That's what I was going to suggest to you, actually.
I've been reading a lot of H.P Lovecraft lately. Maybe check out his stories "The Whisperer in the Darkness", or even "The Thing on the Doorstep". Also I really like A Clockwork Orange and Fight Club.
Yes I love that book. That's what I was going to suggest to you, actually.
I've been reading a lot of H.P Lovecraft lately. Maybe check out his stories "The Whisperer in the Darkness", or even "The Thing on the Doorstep". Also I really like A Clockwork Orange and Fight Club.
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Got in a book of shorts by Tobias Wolff the other day, tis good shit, check this one it: http://pov.imv.au.dk/Issue_27/section_1/artc2A.html
Currently reading, "A Modern Don Juan: Cantos for These Times by Divers Hands" by Andy Croft, Nigel Thompson from Amazon, "'I hope it is no crime / To laugh at all things', wrote Byron in Don Juan; 'for I wish to know / What, after all, are all things but a show?' Two hundred years after Byron turned his back on the hypocrisy and cant of his native England, fifteen contemporary poets pay homage to Byron s greatest satirical creation by writing a new Don Juan for our own age of cant. A Modern Don Juan follows the sexual adventures of Byron's picaresque anti-hero in the twenty-first century. Mixing Low Comedy and High Seriousness, the book follows night-club DJ Donald Johnson as he stumbles from one romantic disaster to the next. Along the way, the authors pass comment on the customs and common-sense of the contemporary world. Donny seeks his fortune in Cameron's Britain, Berlusconi's Italy and Sydney's clubland. He is a London restaurant critic, a Brussels Eurocrat and a reality TV celeb. If you are quick you can catch him in Greece, Budapest, Central America, a prison cell even in Outer Space. He is indeed new Don Juan for the twenty-first century."
I'd recommend it because it will convince you to read Byron's Don Juan and since the book has 15 poets who made a contribution to it, you will be tempted to chase up their work. Also, it is a very good read ...
I'd recommend it because it will convince you to read Byron's Don Juan and since the book has 15 poets who made a contribution to it, you will be tempted to chase up their work. Also, it is a very good read ...
Beyond This Oasis
All the flora and fauna existed on a water fed basis
But the springs are now dry beyond this oasis
There're no clouds in the sky; no fruit on the trees
As the temperature rises above 60 degrees
I'm the last of my kind, but my spirit's a thread
And I don't have the strength to cover the dead
I've devoured the last fig; I've supped the muddy water
As I wither away in the pitiless slaughter
I slouch on the ground amongst the dust and the stones
A sickly sack of skin over a framework of bones
The last man alive in this hideous heat
Measuring the gap between every heartbeat
I've abandoned the prayer; abandoned all sanctity
This was the last stand; this was the last sanctuary
Marooned in a desert, there was nowhere to run
So alone I will die under the blistering sun
It bleached as it baked and laid waste with a drought
Seared all the crops, so nothing could sprout
Turned the copious fertile from verdant to forsaken
And destroyed the refined so it couldn't reawaken
The colours all drained leaving desolate plains
Starved of the elixir that poured down as rains
Pastures were poisoned by soil erosion
With evaporating seas and a growing sand ocean
Weeks turned to months and months turned to years
But the time has long passed since I shed the last tears
My breathing is laboured in my shrivelled up chest
Come the final exhale is when I'll be blessed
I'm prone on the ground in the shade of a shelter
Slipping from life as I sink in the swelter
All my dreams were delusions in the fog of the fade
I'm the last man to die, I was the last man afraid
All the life that existed was on a water fed basis
But the well has run dry, within, and beyond this oasis
There're no bugs, no beasts, no birds in the trees
There's nothing left living beyond 60 degrees
But the springs are now dry beyond this oasis
There're no clouds in the sky; no fruit on the trees
As the temperature rises above 60 degrees
I'm the last of my kind, but my spirit's a thread
And I don't have the strength to cover the dead
I've devoured the last fig; I've supped the muddy water
As I wither away in the pitiless slaughter
I slouch on the ground amongst the dust and the stones
A sickly sack of skin over a framework of bones
The last man alive in this hideous heat
Measuring the gap between every heartbeat
I've abandoned the prayer; abandoned all sanctity
This was the last stand; this was the last sanctuary
Marooned in a desert, there was nowhere to run
So alone I will die under the blistering sun
It bleached as it baked and laid waste with a drought
Seared all the crops, so nothing could sprout
Turned the copious fertile from verdant to forsaken
And destroyed the refined so it couldn't reawaken
The colours all drained leaving desolate plains
Starved of the elixir that poured down as rains
Pastures were poisoned by soil erosion
With evaporating seas and a growing sand ocean
Weeks turned to months and months turned to years
But the time has long passed since I shed the last tears
My breathing is laboured in my shrivelled up chest
Come the final exhale is when I'll be blessed
I'm prone on the ground in the shade of a shelter
Slipping from life as I sink in the swelter
All my dreams were delusions in the fog of the fade
I'm the last man to die, I was the last man afraid
All the life that existed was on a water fed basis
But the well has run dry, within, and beyond this oasis
There're no bugs, no beasts, no birds in the trees
There's nothing left living beyond 60 degrees
Written by Xaphan
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If You’ve Been Judged By People Who Don’t Know The Whole Story:
https://thoughtcatalog.com/callie-byrnes/2018/06/read-this-if-youve-been-judged-by-people-who-dont-know-the-whole-story/
Remember, what they think of you is none of your business and a reflection of themselves.
https://thoughtcatalog.com/callie-byrnes/2018/06/read-this-if-youve-been-judged-by-people-who-dont-know-the-whole-story/
Remember, what they think of you is none of your business and a reflection of themselves.
