Format | Frequency |
2 line stanzas | 5 |
3 line stanzas | 1 |
4 line stanzas | 1 |
5 line stanzas | 2 |
8 line stanzas | 1 |
9 line stanzas | 1 |
1 box stanza | 1 |
Misc | 8 |
The grinding of the Gare St Lazare rubs at his room as day falls away from the hotel's long windows, and the things he knows draw tidally back to the tightening coil of a single thought. |
Note the arbitrary stanza break (the poem would fit better into a 2-line stanza form than some of book's 2-line stanza poems), and how simple statements are avoided - each phrase strains for effect, "told slant" to keep the reader alert, but risking the accusation that it's straight mimesis with linguistic frills. When there are direct statements, they're short, almost as if apologetic. The technique (which varies less than the subject matter does) usually works well. In "Best Drink of the Day" for example, the stream of description sustains its heightened register for a while. "Silvano fences a knife to sharpness. There's the scrape of spread on flags of toast" begins to sound laboured, but then we get the direct "I order tea" followed by the expressive "The mug comes steaming, pulled from the gasping dishwasher in mid-monsoon, a thick white saucer like a worn-out moon, brittle from too much shining". Amongst these lines is a phrase that saves what would otherwise be merely sub-Martian description - "By now so much of life is already decided but there's always a shiver in this waiting moment".
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