"Yet he would remain forever engraved on memory's whirling disc" (p. 4)
What do we think this image is? Were there floppy disks by 1965? Is it a circular saw, or a long-playing record; does 33 1/3 or even 78 rpm qualify as "whirling"? How "engraved"?
If there are no answers to these questions, then this is a very interesting kind of image, made up of image-particles as it were that are concrete but never solidify.
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Thursday, July 7, 2011
intensifying repetitions
Her phrases take you to another territory, then, instead of leaving you there, lurch you one step deeper:
"the train as small as a toy train crossing a toy bridge" (p. 4): it's a small train, in fact a toy train, and then you just can see it in its miniscularity crossing the toy bridge
"red polo riders riding red horses" (p. 2)
"the train as small as a toy train crossing a toy bridge" (p. 4): it's a small train, in fact a toy train, and then you just can see it in its miniscularity crossing the toy bridge
"red polo riders riding red horses" (p. 2)
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