Only because I find this a curious detail,
that when immersed deep in the flow of
reading Faulkner, although the prose is
technically intended to be a linear story,
he seems to pierce so fiercely with that
quill of his that one perceives a strange
sort of entanglement into such manner
dramatic to feel such raw emotion as if
it were a hundred ghosts all around us.
In school and college, I
In school and college, I avoided Faulkner, except for "A Rose For Emily." Your poem makes me regret that avoidance now.
Starward
Shame
Faulkner is insane. That's all I have to say.
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitutes