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>I ask the publisher (every 6 months or so) when its coming out he will say its about to and then it doesnt.
Whenever I ask my (male) literate friends when they're going to release their 'basically finished' collection of short-stories and poems I get the same answer. They do eventually release, but it takes three years and for two of those three years they sat on the text doing Keta or smoking Opium travelling in Europe and jumping from one art hoe orbiter to another.
For women it tends to be a different story. Profoundly mid, most works are adaptions and collect rather than boast. They release, but it's flatulence and wet, mildly warm. Like women.

>>132
based retort. yea i mean, i told Aaron Cheak I trust he will release it in the end, and hes been saying they are still working on doing other translations of some of Fulcanelli's source texts that are due to come out EVENTUALLY but its just wild to have a book preordered like 3 years ago almost now and still to get the same responses. I completely agree with you that most of the time they are just sitting around getting stoned or drunk and running after women or whatever. Im always tempted to say to Cheak "have you been so busy creating the Stone you havent had time to finish the book?"

>>132
womens book releases are like wet warm queefs, with some exceptions. ill remember this analogy for when its needed. thank you.

>>138
sauce please?

Hipparchia of Maroneia

It shows a lot you guys all answered men

>>113
Also Cleopatra the Alchemist

>>119
from the context of the time and place, infinitely more based was this than the lives of the beat generation and the remainder of 20th and 19th century writters.

>>128
also Xanthippe.

>>91
The best site for discussing literature online.

>>91
The world's formost literary society

>>91
The world's forleast literary society

This is inside Lydia's anus.

[spoiler](Weirdly BEE hasn't appeared yet. I honestly prefer the book where he ironically includes "himself" as a character innit, but honestly instead of that I'd prefer JG Ballard to double team my cock towers with fully loaded passenger planes. Maybe later he can impact into my pentagon. Did you notice in Empire of the Sun that he wanted to be sold for sex or sold for human meat, but the chinese rejected that because he was too diseased. The Americans (played in the horrible romanticisation by John Malkevich in the film directed Spielberg, almost as bad as that other film compared to Christopher Browning or Raul Hillberg), try to sell him for meat or sex while declaring themselves pure.[/spoiler]

>>29
Certainly Pound, and I will duel any man to the death who claims otherwise!

>>33
BLASTED Pound!
The Rupi Kaur
Of London & Rome & Paris & Hailey, Idaho
(((THEY))) could not stand his brilliance
The only poet more over rated thsn T.S.Elliot (wh[o]?)
Tsarr tsumb tang chung ching

>>33
en garde

Milton did at least make a complete poem. Pound just kinda got depressed and quit saying he 'couldn't make it cohere'

>>53
by Someone who dreamt he was Ezra Pound

Sing not of stars, but of that which ignites them. The bearer.
Born in the mouth of the ऋच्. Breathing the dawn into being.
The wheel is not turned — it turns. Who rides it? He burns, and does not.
He sits in the core of the log, untouched, untouched.
ऋषयः called, and the void gave flame as its answer.
अग्निः.

No-self. Not a metaphor. Not a riddle. A blade.
What clings is what suffers. What names is what dies.
स्कन्धाः rise like a city in smoke and collapse just the same.
Not hollow. Not gone. Not less. But not yours.
The flame flickers once in the temple, then nothing.
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