the churn of stale words in the heart again
love love love thud of the old plunger
pestling the unalterable
whey of words
Sound, sense, image ... it all comes together so wonderfully.
June 19, 2008
That Samuel Beckett!
The poem that gives this blog its title is just so full of good lines, almost any of which would make a good title. I'm particularly taken with this passage:
Sound, sense, image ... it all comes together so wonderfully.
Sound, sense, image ... it all comes together so wonderfully.
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Damn, great poem.
It's always been curious to me why Beckett's genres were ranked the way they were, as 1. drama, 2. novel, 3. poetry. I'm not sure that's completely fair.
Of course, I'm also not sure he saw them as separate genres really.
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