This was a hard one - here's what I managed (didn't quite keep to the forms):
It was a flat energy--planed and pressed--not the matte black of a blown match nor the magnesium flare of sudden flame, just the red embered question before the spark.
Thanks for these posts, the sentence breakdown has been so helpful to my own learning...slows me down to notice the beauty and enables me to practice the forms with intention.
Nina, I love the ways this sentence—with mere words and punctuation—brings me directly into that position of overwhelming loss, piercing every layer of self, pouring outward infinitely in all directions: grief encompassing time, space, light, gravity, hope.
This was a hard one - here's what I managed (didn't quite keep to the forms):
It was a flat energy--planed and pressed--not the matte black of a blown match nor the magnesium flare of sudden flame, just the red embered question before the spark.
Thanks for these posts, the sentence breakdown has been so helpful to my own learning...slows me down to notice the beauty and enables me to practice the forms with intention.
Morrison, one of my favorite authors. I love the way you've you've directed this sentence. Beautiful.
Nina, I love the ways this sentence—with mere words and punctuation—brings me directly into that position of overwhelming loss, piercing every layer of self, pouring outward infinitely in all directions: grief encompassing time, space, light, gravity, hope.
Is it “loud and long” or “long and low”?