Showing posts with label middle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label middle. Show all posts

11.16.2022

against story

Story is what can be taken out of the fiction and made into a movie. Story is what you tell people when they embarrass you by asking what your novel is about. Story is what you do to clean up life and make God into a good burgher who manages the world like a business. History is often written as a story so that it can seem to have a purpose, to be on its way somewhere; because stories deny that life is no more than an endlessly muddled middle; they beg each length of it to have a beginning and end like a ballgame or a banquet. Stories are sneaky justifications.

—William Gass, “Finding a Form,” Finding A Form: Essays (Knopf, 1996)

5.24.2020

sum of its parts

A great first line and a fine ending, with all the chutes & ladders lines in between.

9.24.2019

after dante

In the middle of the poem which is life I found myself within a dark woods.

8.18.2017

after dante

In the middle of making my poem,
I found I was lost in a dark wood.

5.24.2016

not random

The middle of the poem was so messed up you believed the poet must have a plan.