One Beautiful Sentence (December 11, 2014)

» December 11th, 2014

“Along its quiet length white people in bright clumps moved churchward, under the windy bells, walking now and then in the random and tentative sun.”

–William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury, 362

–Photo: William Christenberry


5 Responses to One Beautiful Sentence (December 11, 2014)

  1. John T. Maher says:

    Mellifluous. Momentarily transcends Samsara until we click away and end up back in a Flannery O’Connor neo-gothic horror material space.

  2. Dave Wasser says:

    Here is another great Faulkner sentence:

    “There is something in the touch of flesh with flesh which abrogates, cuts sharp and straight across, the devious intricate channels of decorous ordering, which enemies as well as lovers know because it makes them both. Touch, and touch of that which is the citadel of the central I-am’s private own — not spirit, soul; the liquorish and ungirdled mind is anyone’s to take in any darkened hallway of this earthly tenement, but let flesh touch flesh and watch the fall of all the eggshell shibboleth of caste, and color too.”

    • John T. Maher says:

      Also beauteous beyond measure. The Faulkner sentence I use in legal matters when referring to sophistry tends toward cynicism and reduction “Talk, talk, talk: the utter and heartbreaking stupidity of words.” Faulkner was such an excellent writer to point us toward the absurdity of our own convictions and the beauty of observational prose. Sometimes you get great stuff at Eating Plants.

  3. Cyndi Rook says:

    I was blown away upon first reading this novel. Still am.

  4. Susan Hanson says:

    Lovely. Thank you.

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