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Mediocrity is now, as formerly, dangerous, commonly fatal, to the poet; but among even the successful writers of prose, those who rise sensibly above it are the very rarest exceptions.


William E. Gladstone


#among #commonly #dangerous #even #exceptions

He dropped the phone back onto its cradle, began to turn around and felt a sudden ice-cold furrow open up in his side. Strength drained from his legs, and a moment later he sank to his knees. There was warmth now that ran over the initial and persistent cold. Mohammed was confused, and barely noticed the briefcase being removed from his grip. He heard the click of a cell phone opening, and a soft beeping as a number was dialed. 'The package is in my possession,' a female voice said, and the phone clicked shut.


R.D. Ronald


#death-and-dying #descriptive-prose #death

Somewhere deep inside, his humanity had been shaken by something so unnatural, so foreign in its essence, his very being withdrew from it...


Tamara Rose Blodgett


#retribution #zombies #death

In general, I would think that at present prose writers are much in advance of the poets. In the old days, I read more poetry than prose, but now it is in prose where you find things being put together well, where there is great ambition, and equal talent. Poets have gotten so careless, it is a disgrace. You can’t pick up a page. All the words slide off.


William H. Gass


#literary-criticism #living-writers #poetry #prose #equality

I really don't have a lot in common with the people who attend the Comic Con. It's like assuming that all people who write prose are the same.


Harvey Pekar


#attend #comic #common #con #i

The displacement of water is equal to the something of something.


William Faulkner


#prose #the-sound-and-the-fury #william-faulkner #equality

I can't be expected to produce deathless prose in an atmosphere of gloom and eucalyptus.


Gerald Durrell


#eucalyptus #gloom #prose #family

She gave me for my pains a world of sighs.


William Shakespeare


#poetic-prose #tragedy #love

He said that he felt that there was a book hidden between us. Some small thing lodged between a rib or a summer. and He wanted to find it.


Mikl Paul


#monologue #prose #prose-poetry #love

He left the next morning, searching for a city with light that reminded him of me. He would mail me empty envelopes and boxes, I would take them into my closet, shut the door, and quickly open them. A flash of foreign light would fill the room, but only for a moment. I would whisper ‘this is what we’re like, this is what we’re like.’…


Mikl Paul


#monologue #prose #prose-poetry #love