It began as the GODFATHER OF MATH, evolved into the GOODFATHER OF MATH. Now this. Go figure...

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The kind of humor I like is the thing that makes me laugh for five seconds and think for ten minutes = G. CARLIN...Stain glass, engraved glass, frosted glass
–give me plain glass = JOHN FOWLES ... Music is the mathematics of the gods=PYTHAGORAS ... Nothing is more fluid than language = R. L. SWIHART
I cannot live without the oxygen of laughter = DAWN POWELL ... !!! ... But laughter cannot survive without the hydrogen of gravitas = PAUL OLIVERIO
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Monday, March 9, 2015

Doo Wop Didion

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When a prose writer is referred to as a stylist, it has to do with the rhythm of the words.

The written words become music to the reader's ear.

More often than not, the sound of the sentences will be something jazzy,
as if you could tap your feet in time with the punctuation.

Ms. Didion
But in the case of  Joan Didion,
the rhythm of her words sound
more like doo wop than jazz.

 


This page is excerpted from  Blue Nights,
a memoir about the death of her daughter, Quintana.

Joan Didion
Blue Lights

The next Didion page is  here. 







The phrase  Only yesterday  appears
six times plus one variation:
only the day before yesterday.

I do no mean to make light
of the subject matter but
with my third ear,

I can hear background singers
chanting in a somber tone: 
Only yesterday   

while the rest of the text
is recited/sung with
all due emotion.


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2 comments:

  1. A song, a dirge, a Greek chorus,
    the soothing words we need to cope?
    Repeated for us,
    for sanity, if not hope?

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