Verbophilia

"A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language." ~ W.H. Auden

Monday, April 30, 2012

Holy Crap, Is This My Last Blog Ever?? - Novel Blog 10 (Slaughterhouse-Five)

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"Billy and the rest wandered out onto the shady street. The trees were leafing out. There was nothing going on out there, no traffic of...
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Say I'm A Bird... (Repetition) - Novel Blog 9 (Slaughterhouse-Five)

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"Birds were talking. One bird said to Billy Pilgrim, "Poo-tee-weet?" ~ Slaughterhouse-Five , page 215 This reminded me of...

Express, Don't Repress - Novel Blog 8 (Slaughterhouse-Five)

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"The barbershop quartet sang again. Billy was emotionally racked again. The experience was definitely associated with those four men an...

Playing God (Analogy) - Novel Blog 7 (Slaughterhouse-Five)

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"Billy cried very little, though he often saw things worth crying about, and in that respect, at least, he resembled the Christ of the ...
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Dramatic Irony - Novel Blog 6 (Slaughterhouse-Five)

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"You needn't worry about bombs, by the way. Dresden is an open city. It is undefended, and contains no war industries or troop conc...
Monday, April 23, 2012

Change - Novel Blog 5 (Slaughterhouse-Five)

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"Billy is spastic in time, has no control over where he is going next, and the trips aren't necessarily fun. He is in a constant st...

Chaos. Confusion. No Chronological Order Whatsoever - Novel Blog 4 (Slaughterhouse-Five)

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"Listen: Billy Pilgrim has come unstuck in time." ~ Slaughterhouse-Five, page 23 Prepare for my rant blog. * Can we please r...
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I'm slightly verbomaniacal, so don't think I'm trying to be condescending. I really just like big words.
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