March 1st, 2013

It’s always a mistake to get too attached to anything one is writing; a mistake similar to that of naming farm animals.  Just as it might be difficult to turn Miss Lulu into hams and bacon, it might be difficult when that couplet you fell in love with meets the knife of revision.  Nevertheless, sometimes the music and rhythm come together and I can’t help a certain fondness overcoming me.  I’m closing in on the end of Canto XXXII of Volume Two – only one more canto to go! the bottle of champagne is already in the fridge – and I am quite taken with these two lines describing the activity of blowflies on a corpse:

Finding refreshment in fluids exuded from

broken-down cells, they busily scrimmage for space.

Say it five times out loud and you’ll see what I mean.

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