recently on silliman's blog, ron's analysis of the copepodal nature of post-expressionist american fiction drew immediate comparisons with cyclames and the post-hellas dramatic strophe. samhat assyriana memis.
the character is no longer introduced, but rather a profusion of flowers nonnusian (reference longus' reply to bhasa, let alone the yoruban plaint-crises) creates webster-like vignettes;
allusions, solitary speeches by men misdressed in pink,
webster's baroque is shakespeare's youth, the undressing slippage so tweakily sconded,
no mistral of expression
(INT ROOM: blank-white pyjama person, coil)
the scene where the water is mistaken for clay
the cringing spirit dog-naper
cyanosed gunnies, gourami
pomanders of inuit cry
the obelisk lady, trisected
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This is wonderful notfrog. The second paragraph - I love the men misdressed in pink. And 'the cringing spirit dog-naper' - you let the words take you. It is almost like choking on imagery. I have read this several times just to swallow each crisp, fighting phrase is very physical.
In fact, the true fiction writer believes that any fiction writer who misuses his powers will die an early and sudden death.
you had me there for a second :)
thanks molly! and i like the murmurist work, thanks for the rec
promises promises flic, and sink - yes
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