Indeed. He's sabotaging a whole perceptual system
by framing fragments within the more traditional
structure and then suddenly breaking from the structure
so that the fragments are freed to be themselves.
It is the death knell of traditional, coherent prose,
as Joyce so amply and magnificently displayed --
and (who's afraid of) Virginia Woolf didn't do a bad job
Dr. Peter C. Montgomery
Dept. of English
3100 Foul Bay Rd.
Victoria, BC CANADA V8P 5J2
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From: Rickard A. Parker [mailto:[log in to unmask]]
Sent: Wednesday, January 08, 2003 6:20 PM
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Subject: Re: Screw grammar.
> I sabotage the sentence! With me is the naked word.
> I spike the verb all parts of speech are pushed over on their backs.
> I am the master of all that is half-uttered and imperfectly heard.
> Return with me where I am crying out with the gorilla and the bird.
> from "One Way Song" by Percy Wyndham Lewis.
Eliot sabotages sentences too:
At the violet hour, when the eyes and back
Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits
Like a taxi throbbing waiting,
I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives,
Old man with wrinkled female breasts, can see
At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives
Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea,
The typist home at teatime, clears her breakfast, lights
Her stove, and lays out food in tins.