Monthly Archives: June 2018
The Song of Innocence and of experience
Flight
Untitled
For John Looker
An empty space left to occupy a meadow: Hey, bouquet, let’s play.
I am falling asleep, Marcel says, taking the young girl in his arms
This is another replay from the past. I’m rewriting Proust. (My, such modesty.) I was primarily interested in the narrative situated created when the omniscient narrator gives–or appears to give–the character insights and knowledge he could not possibly have or know. By the way, has there ever been an omniscient anything on this earth? Wait,Continue reading “I am falling asleep, Marcel says, taking the young girl in his arms”