Blade BY FRANZ WRIGHT
August 11, 2011 Leave a comment
I was reading poetry in the office [during my free time] and I found this prose-like
“If I stare into it long enough, the point comes when I don’t know what it’s called, a condition in which lacerations are liable to occur, like a slip of the tongue; when a drop of blood might billow in a glass of water, blooming in velvet detonation and imparting to it the colorless, tasteless and origin-less fear in which I wake.”
Very descriptive of the painful nature of his fear of something.
The words “billow” . . . “blooming” really gives a percussive effect which emphasizes how fear engulfs one’s mind.
OK, I was never good at interpreting poems but that actually made sense.
Enjoy the read!
UNTIL NEXT TIME!!