‘A bit of bacon-rind, what has been hung in the sun so as to take the crisp off, it’s, why I don’t rightly know what it’s, but it’s pretty picking of a morning, ah, and of a evening.’ Poet delivers the goods with all of The Midnight Folk and specifically with this quote from Rat.
He swung his white smile round the room like a lighthouse. A fine poetic offering in Over Sea, Under Stone.
When young Dawn with her rose-red fingers shone once more, they set sail for the main encampment at Achaea. The loon’s search for literary treatments of daybreak digs way, way back for this early, early example.
‘The only drap o’ gentle bluid that’s in your body was our great-grand-uncle’s that was justified at Dunbarton, and you set yoursell up to say ye wad derogate frae your place to visit me!-Heark thee, man, I owe thee a day in harst-I’ll pay up your thousan pund Scots, plack and bawbee, gin ye’ll be […]
The gale tore at him and he felt its bite deep within and he knew that if they did not make landfall in three days they would all be dead. The first sentence of the Prologue to Shogun, 1150 pages of tiny print. Will the loon be able to read the entire thing, and if […]
“Git oop, you mule you, hoop!” From The Octopus, and no, it isn’t an octopus speaking, although that would have been far out, man.
On the morning the last Lisbon daughter took her turn at suicide – it was Mary this time, and sleeping pills, like Therese – the two paramedics arrived at the house knowing exactly where the knife drawer was, and the gas oven, and the beam in the basement from which it was possible to tie […]
Just as I was about to be attacked by a mob of vicious turkeys, I awoke to the sound of high pitched ringing. Anyone who writes about a mob of vicious turkeys is okay by me.
Here we have a crude illustration as to why the sentence closing the Nestor chapter in James Joyce’s ULYSSES is the loon’s favorite sentence ever written. The sentence is the nearly blind Irishman’s way of boasting, “Oh, by the way, I can do this.” Well, what is the sentence? The sentence goes thusly: ‘On his […]
When darkness sifts from the air like fine soft soot and light spreads slowly out of the east then all but the most wretched of humankind rally. John, as must all authors, takes on dawn, this time in THE INFINITIES.
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5 of 5 stars to The Great Train Robbery by Michael Crichton goodreads.com/review/show/55…
