A passing thought. |
Not Waving But Drowning Write short, sharp sentences, you said. They can’t concentrate for longer. I wondered who “they” were and, presuming you meant the readers, continued to ponder the wisdom of disdaining those who bought your book, and, by deduction therefore, the ones who pay for your meal ticket, and that’s not to mention punctuation, a thing expressly designed to make the reading of ultra long sentences a breeze; added to which, the thought occurs that, if “they” bought your book and it’s filled with short sentences, they will never learn the glory and majesty of the cleverly packaged sentence proceeding down the page and containing all you could wish to know, yet remaining within the grasp of anyone who knows that a comma means pause, perhaps not as long as a period but sufficient, even so, to take another breath, this obsession with brevity only serving to confirm your original premise, imprisoning therefore the aforesaid “they” in their (as you see it) limitations, which seems to me to lack ambition to better our fellow beings, writing and reading being the cornerstones of education and, having made my point, in a sentence of, at present, one hundred and ninety words (and a few more to come), let me ask you this question: have you understood what I’m saying? Of course you have, although I’ll not risk enquiring as to the level of your boredom. Sometimes it’s best to know when to stop. Line Count: 58 Free Verse Not for a contest - just a passing thought. |