Whenever my sentences had a function outside themselves — whether that function was connecting up other sentences, honoring the truth of a loved one’s life, or setting down an imagined world already existent in my head — they could in time be made to work. Whenever my sentences were built to be beautiful yet self-sufficient objects of attention, they collapsed.
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
An Essay on Sentences
The Marquise Went Out At Five O Clock - A rather good essay on sentences.