The Modern NovelA Poem by Wilyem Clark
First paragraph: ten sentences,
All but two without verbs, And the last a run-on freight train Of absolute phrases without an engine, That is, A main clause. Should I care? I don't. I'm no pedant, and the author, Widely known and respected, Tops many a reading syllabus. Lord only knows--those of us Who wallow in verse for most of our lives Trample rules of grammar in a rush to pluck Our lyrical posies. It's a commonplace fact. And yet it disturbs me On some vascular level To get pummeled by highbrow descriptive shells Fired off in a single flashy volley So soon in a thickset paperback. I guess many readers need that snazzy jolt Of pyrotechnics right up front To commit to the extended program. What about the plump, multiphase, Proustian blocks of text that follow? I'm coming to those. © 2021 Wilyem Clark |
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Added on January 27, 2021 Last Updated on January 27, 2021 AuthorWilyem ClarkWashington, DCAboutI've been writing poems since my teens (now in my 60s) and prose since the 1990s. It's been hard finding decent forums online--the free websites too often suffer sudden deaths. My "published" works ar.. more..Writing
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