Sunday, June 07, 2015
Ordinary Prose
Four o'clock. Hours to go. Not hot yet. Itching. Chirping. Fanned. Between poetry and prose I choose prose. Not ordinary prose. Not expository, descriptive, narrative, psychological, philosophical, expressive, evocative, clear, specific, analytical. Not that. I could go on. I can always go on. I often have. Often I have little to say. Even so. Musico-structurally deployed, punctuation may help. Full sentences usually do. Paragraphs occur spontaneously. The eye adapts. Everything adapts to everything else. Or is destroyed. As entity. Even the idea eventually forgotten.
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