There was a kind of poetry I was seeking in my prose, word to be laid against word in just a certain way, a kind of word color, a march of words and sentences, the color to be squeezed out of simple words, simple sentence construction. —Sherwood Anderson, Memoirs
Category Archive: Cagibi Express
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