... they dug up the barbecue,
and a smell of meat and hot earth
spread over the patio
in a thin curtain of smoke
that enveloped them all
like the fog that drifts
before a murder ...
— Roberto Bolano, "2666"
(translated by Natasha Wimmer)
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NOVEL POETRY:
FINDING THE POETIC
IN NOVELS
(and in short stories
and sometimes elsewhere)
[and posting pictures
of cool-looking authors]
About Me
- Ron
- Editor-type in ATL. (Have a poem in Washington, D.C.-area literary magazine Gargoyle and two in The South Carolina Review.)
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1 comment:
An excellent book. It's sad that there will never be another from this author. At least he was able to leave a legacy. All I have is my blog of randomness.
Take care,
Rob
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