The Modern Novel

The Modern Novel

A 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
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Wilyem Clark
Wilyem Clark

Washington, DC



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I'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..

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