WINTER AND NIGHT
That menace nodded.
Have you thought?
Two boys was alone.
Her voice like that diner.
A five pushed the door
into the cold.
A cigarette cupped my hands,
pulled the phone from
my pocket. You're big and free.
I want big.
Unless you bust you.
Just meaning. The end.
17 August 2008
This is really awesome, Stu.
ReplyDeleteI like how the dislocation (dislocution?) is so resonant, builds the 'mood', texture, and effect of the piece.
How did you write this? Did you write it 'freehand' -- by which I mean, you came up with each line freely or was there some kind of specific process/procedure involved in the writing or editing? I do recognize some characteristic Rossian moves -- for example personification and inversion (eg. the cigarette cups). The dislocation is a newer move in your work (though sometimes you have had 'simple' narrators speak using non-standard grammar.