exercise in style -12 |
you might know by now that this month on the blog is Mini-Series month, and that that mini-series was inspired by a certain Queneau. If, however, you don't know this you should click on this link which explains everything.
DAY 12 Negativities.
It was neither his fault nor hers but the
consequence of alcohol; neither spirits nor beer but red wine.
None of it remained.
Nor did the bottle - neither lost nor
missing but present and broken.
He was neither sitting nor walking but
lying, neither naked nor normally cloathed but covered by a blanket.
She was neither smiling nor laughing but
staring into the night as the police, neither hurried nor slovenly, but neat
and efficient, took notes.
The roses were no longer growing nor yet
dying but struggling.
It was neither raining nor stormy, but it
was snowing.
Neither heavily.
Nor lightly.
Softly.
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2 comments:
Queneau, not quinoa?
Good for you, Topper.
Art school would not know what hit it if you went there.
Saw that photo of you with your leg on the railing: I canna do that, ma friend. Am in the queue for a double hip replacement. Arthritis.
Your piece has some of the romantic melancholy of 'Le grand Meaulnes', which I read for A level back in... 1974. It is lovely. Would it grow into a novella?
Take care: hugs to you all from Hove by Brighton.
(I have big news: have met a fantastic woman to replace the irreplaceable Saffron)
oh i would like to be beside the seaside
oh i would like to be beside the sea
and there's lots of women beside, i would like to be beside
beside the seaside beside the sea
x
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