Fuck Yeah British Lit!

A tumblr for bibliophiles and anglophiles alike! British literature is some of the best ever, so rejoice in James Joyce and all of the wonderful work to have come out of the U.K. and Ireland.

“I’m like that. Either I forget right away or I never forget.”

—   Samuel Beckett (via sunst0ne)

(via aradiabotarisen)

thehamsteroflife:

h-o-r-n-g-r-y:

di-stressing:

it’s a shame the original caption for this is gone bc it was a really nice story. An author decided he wanted his 2000-ish word essay tattooed onto people, but only one word per person, if someone was to die, the story would be gone.It’s kind of amazing to think, imagine being that author and having a story that could never be read, yet it could be anywhere in the world. idk man I just think it’s pretty incredible.

"Shelley Jackson’s Skin project, a 2095-word story published exclusively in tattoos, one word each on as many willing volunteers, so it can never be read in its proper order, but just exists, pulsing, out in the world at all times."

do you realize what this is saying?you are part of a big story.if you were gone, the whole story would have something missing.this is great.

thehamsteroflife:

h-o-r-n-g-r-y:

di-stressing:

it’s a shame the original caption for this is gone bc it was a really nice story. An author decided he wanted his 2000-ish word essay tattooed onto people, but only one word per person, if someone was to die, the story would be gone.

It’s kind of amazing to think, imagine being that author and having a story that could never be read, yet it could be anywhere in the world. idk man I just think it’s pretty incredible.

"Shelley Jackson’s Skin project, a 2095-word story published exclusively in tattoos, one word each on as many willing volunteers, so it can never be read in its proper order, but just exists, pulsing, out in the world at all times."

do you realize what this is saying?
you are part of a big story.
if you were gone, the whole story would have something missing.
this is great.

(via thewhitephantompoet)

“O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark,
The vacant interstellar spaces, the vacant into the vacant,
The captains, merchant bankers, eminent men of letters,
The generous patrons of art, the statesmen and the rulers,
Distinguished civil servants, chairmen of many committees,
Industrial lords and petty contractors, all go into the dark.”

—   T.S. Eliot, “East Coker”    (via beeboxx)

(Source: larmoyante, via beeboxx)

knightof-hope:


vanishedschism:

theatretroubles:

enasnivolz:

ealperin:

reading-thoughts:

edwardspoonhands:

Not Iambic….Do Not Accept…

These tags I’ll pop, and boast in rhyming versethat what I wear puts swagger in my gait;though twenty shillings have I in my purse,my self-esteem and manhood both inflatewhen lofty furs I purchase for a cent.Thy grandpa’s clothes are worthy salvage, thoughthey smell a trifle musty. Still, I spentmuch less to dress myself from head to toe.
To save or not to save? The question’s moot.I’ll never give my coin to high-street crooks.These dusty shelves will yield their hidden lootto those, like me, more frugal in their looks.Like ancient coins washed up on distant shores,I’ll find my treasures in these thrifty stores.      - Macklemore, “Thrift Shoppe”

*Crying with laughter*

ITS IN IAMBIC PENTAMETER. SWEET JESUS THIS IS MY NEW FAVORITE THING.

THIS IS THE MOST BRILLIANT POSY I HAVE EVER SEEN.

Guys, that’s not only Iambic, that’s a fucking sonnet. *claps*

Grammatically correct for the period and a couple of references to Shakespeare’s actual works.

I’m sincerely impressed.

knightof-hope:

vanishedschism:

theatretroubles:

enasnivolz:

ealperin:

reading-thoughts:

edwardspoonhands:

Not Iambic….Do Not Accept…

These tags I’ll pop, and boast in rhyming verse
that what I wear puts swagger in my gait;
though twenty shillings have I in my purse,
my self-esteem and manhood both inflate
when lofty furs I purchase for a cent.
Thy grandpa’s clothes are worthy salvage, though
they smell a trifle musty. Still, I spent
much less to dress myself from head to toe.

To save or not to save? The question’s moot.
I’ll never give my coin to high-street crooks.
These dusty shelves will yield their hidden loot
to those, like me, more frugal in their looks.
Like ancient coins washed up on distant shores,
I’ll find my treasures in these thrifty stores.
     - Macklemore, “Thrift Shoppe”

*Crying with laughter*

ITS IN IAMBIC PENTAMETER. SWEET JESUS THIS IS MY NEW FAVORITE THING.

THIS IS THE MOST BRILLIANT POSY I HAVE EVER SEEN.

Guys, that’s not only Iambic, that’s a fucking sonnet. *claps*

Grammatically correct for the period and a couple of references to Shakespeare’s actual works.

I’m sincerely impressed.

(via andrewjg47)

“I am profoundly enchanted by the flowing complexity in you.”

—   John Keats, from a letter to Fanny Brawne dated 5 November 1820 (via rosesintotheabyss)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via rosesintotheabyss)

“Then she remembered what she had been waiting for.”

—   

James Joyce, from “The Boarding House” in Dubliners

(via the-final-sentence)

(via she-walks-on-me89)

wheazley:

In other news Shakespeare has risen from the dead and announced that he regrets the relationship between Romeo and Juliet. He now believes that Romeo and Mercutio should have married.

(via jensensbottom)

“The poetry of the earth is never dead.”

—   John Keats  (via rosesintotheabyss)

(Source: wholelottaquotes, via rosesintotheabyss)