The Songs of Innocence and Experience

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,