I feel like i've seen this thread on neogaf at least 10 times.
To NORA
Dublin 2 December 1909
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My love for you allows me to pray to the spirit of eternal beauty and tenderness mirrored in your eyes or fling you down under me on that softy belly of yours and fuck you up behind, like a hog riding a sow, glorying in the very stink and sweat that rises from your arse, glorying in the open shape of your upturned dress and white girlish drawers and in the confusion of your flushed cheeks and tangled hair. It allows me to burst into tears of pity and love at some slight word, to tremble with love for you at the sounding of some chord or cadence of music or to lie heads and tails with you feeling your fingers fondling and tickling my ballocks or stuck up in me behind and your hot lips sucking off my cock while my head is wedged in between your fat thighs, my hands clutching the round cushions of your bum and my tongue licking ravenously up your rank red cunt. I have taught you almost to swoon at the hearing of my voice singing or murmuring to your soul the passion and sorrow and mystery of life and at the same time have taught you to make filthy signs to me with your lips and tongue, to provoke me by obscene touches and noises, and even to do in my presence the most shameful and filthy act of the body. You remember the day you pulled up your clothes and let me lie under you looking up at you while you did it? Then you were ashamed even to meet my eyes.
You are mine, darling, mine! I love you. All I have written above is only a moment or two of brutal madness. The last drop of seed has hardly been squirted up your cunt before it is over and my true love for you, the love of my verses, the love of my eyes for your strange luring eyes, comes blowing over my soul like a wind of spices. My prick is still hot and stiff and quivering from the last brutal drive it has given you when a faint hymn is heard rising in tender pitiful worship of you from the dim cloisters of my heart.
Nora, my faithful darling, my seet-eyed blackguard schoolgirl, be my whore, my mistress, as much as you like (my little frigging mistress! My little fucking whore!) you are always my beautiful wild flower of the hedges, my dark-blue rain-drenched flower.
JIM
rather mild, lacks emotion. here's how it's done by an old school master, James Joyce, in a letter to his wife:
pure poetry.
Is that G.NA?
rather mild, lacks emotion. here's how it's done by an old school master, James Joyce, in a letter to his wife:
pure poetry.
rather mild, lacks emotion. here's how it's done by an old school master, James Joyce, in a letter to his wife:
pure poetry.
In seriousness, Joyce's letter is profoundly more articulate than Dre's is. Poetry does not object to vulgarity per se; read Catullus if you need proof.
rather mild, lacks emotion. here's how it's done by an old school master, James Joyce, in a letter to his wife:
pure poetry.
He just wasted all that time writing "wish I was up in that ass"
..........Lol. I'm not surprised that he has the writing skills of middle school child.
Its frustrating that we made a star out of such a talentless joke of an entertainer.
Wish I was up in that ass
a poet at the peak of his powers
Lol. I'm not surprised that he has the writing skills of middle school child.
Its frustrating that we made a star out of such a talentless joke of an entertainer.
In seriousness, Joyce's letter is profoundly more articulate than Dre's is. Poetry does not object to vulgarity per se; read Catullus for further evidence.
Lol. I'm not surprised that he has the writing skills of middle school child.
Its frustrating that we made a star out of such a talentless joke of an entertainer.
rather mild, lacks emotion. here's how it's done by an old school master, James Joyce, in a letter to his wife:
pure poetry.
At every fuck I gave you your shameless tongue came bursting out through your lips and if a gave you a bigger stronger fuck than usual, fat dirty farts came spluttering out of your backside. You had an arse full of farts that night, darling, and I fucked them out of you, big fat fellows, long windy ones, quick little merry cracks and a lot of tiny little naughty farties ending in a long gush from your hole. It is wonderful to fuck a farting woman when every fuck drives one out of her. I think I would know Nora's fart anywhere. I think I could pick hers out in a roomful of farting women. It is a rather girlish noise not like the wet windy fart which I imagine fat wives have. It is sudden and dry and dirty like what a bold girl would let off in fun in a school dormitory at night. I hope Nora will let off no end of her farts in my face so that I may know their smell also.
I can't resist answering this. I used to get annoyed by the fact that people with 'seemingly' base intelligence seem to do well while supposed 'smart' people struggle.
The thing to learn from this letter (and his career) is that his work ethic comes through at ALL times. This is why he's rich.
Assuming this is real, you've got to admire his hustle. Behold: 1. he's wrapping up a shoot. 2. He's planning his next one for when Pac gets out. 3. He meets some randoms in the desert, socializes. 4. Notices an opportunity by looking at the number of people attending (at that point 5k), and realizing that those 5k could potentially be monetized, 5. He makes a note to look into capitalizing on that (and because he is about business, he probably DID follow up).
That's a money-minded individual. I remember a quote from Jay-Z that said something like, "Did I make even a dollar more money today than I did yesterday?" He was speaking about passive income, ie, money that makes money without much input from you. If so, that's a success. Most people are just happy to have jobs, but don't look at ways to increase their day-to-day take-in/worth/net value.
Dre thinks similarly. He just sold Beats to Apple for a billion dollars.
What have any of us done today to increase our personal value by even 100.00?
Doesn't sound like an idiot to me.
Food for thought. Not an attack.
Jerry Heller is that you?Lol. I'm not surprised that he has the writing skills of middle school child.
Its frustrating that we made a star out of such a talentless joke of an entertainer.
Jerry Heller is that you?
I respect that hustle and grind, but people that think about monetizing everything piss me off. What the fuck is Dre doing with that loot? Certainly not furthering creative endeavors (see Detox). He's just a hollow greedy capitalist whose money would be better in someone else's hands.
That comic was the very reason I googled the letters. Good lord were they awesome.Those letters are amazing. I'm reminded of this comic I saw around the time I first learned of those letters:
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I respect that hustle and grind, but people that think about monetizing everything piss me off. What the fuck is Dre doing with that loot? Certainly not furthering creative endeavors (see Detox). He's just a hollow greedy capitalist whose money would be better in someone else's hands.
rather mild, lacks emotion. here's how it's done by an old school master, James Joyce, in a letter to his wife:
pure poetry.
Sounds like most dates to me.
He's moving as quickly on Detox as Gabe Newell is moving on Half-Life 3. They're both distracted by other, more lucrative obligations.
Also, could Dre not be moving on Detox as quickly as fans would like because, artistically, it's not at a level that's acceptable to his standards yet?
Tough to think too critically of him with that in mind, eh? Just a thought...
I can't resist answering this. I used to get annoyed by the fact that people with 'seemingly' base intelligence seem to do well while supposed 'smart' people struggle.
The thing to learn from this letter (and his career) is that his work ethic comes through at ALL times. This is why he's rich.
Assuming this is real, you've got to admire his hustle. Behold: 1. he's wrapping up a shoot. 2. He's planning his next one for when Pac gets out. 3. He meets some randoms in the desert, socializes. 4. Notices an opportunity by looking at the number of people attending (at that point 5k), and realizing that those 5k could potentially be monetized, 5. He makes a note to look into capitalizing on that (and because he is about business, he probably DID follow up).
That's a money-minded individual. I remember a quote from Jay-Z that said something like, "Did I make even a dollar more money today than I did yesterday?" He was speaking about passive income, ie, money that makes money without much input from you. If so, that's a success. Most people are just happy to have jobs, but don't look at ways to increase their day-to-day take-in/worth/net value.
Dre thinks similarly. He just sold Beats to Apple for a billion dollars.
What have any of us done today to increase our personal value by even 100.00?
Doesn't sound like an idiot to me.
Food for thought. Not an attack.
Eh, I don't know. I think Joyce's letter is just long winded by comparison, Dre conveys all the exact same emotion with one sentence. As they say: "Brevity is the soul of wit."
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Lol. I'm not surprised that he has the writing skills of middle school child.
Its frustrating that we made a star out of such a talentless joke of an entertainer.