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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=546156" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bad Writing</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">the sentence & the paragraph had agreed upon meeting at dawn<br>out in the middle of the page<br>as the reflection off the fine silver pen being lifted by the human hand in the sky<br>shone off the bright white recycled paper<br>there stood one strong paragraph, <br>which<br>was armed with clever words, quirky verbs & quiet frankly, <br>a whole slew of other sentences<br>who may or may not be brought into the fray<br>with this<br>vigilante, <br>who stood a good distance away from the paragraph<br>with its shadow blotting out part of the page-<br>the sentence was tight<br>knit<br>&<br>written in a language that the paragraph had never heard of <br>before-<br>the paragraph tilted it’s font a bit, to stave off the human shifting the paper, <br>causing a bit of a breeze across the soft plane, <br>but the sentence hadn’t come here today <br>to waste its time flashing its<br>fashion sense, and in<br>standard<br>new times roman, <br>it spoke out in italics<br>“we gonna do this or not? ”<br>& the paragraph, <br>without a moment’s hesitation, <br>nodded, saying, in some bold n’ fancy variation of <br>book antiqua, <br>“i been ready since i saw the punctuation at the end of your <br>babbling jumble of foreign words”-<br>at that point, <br>the title of the page & the<br>header<br>walked in tandem to the place in between both the paragraph<br>and the sentence-<br>now equidistant apart from both, <br>they talked of what had brought both these forms of writing <br>to the page<br>this brisk & early morning in<br>june-<br>to make a story short, <br>the foreign language sentence & the<br>english (current language of commerce) paragraph<br>had come to this duel over a<br>beautiful <br>metaphor-<br>and while both the title & the header could understand, <br>having fallen for beautiful metaphors once or twice in their own<br>multiple drafts, themselves, <br>it was still a sad sight to see two <br>strong forms of writing, <br>battling over one<br>metaphor, <br>when there were so many<br>phrases in the<br>sea of literature-<br>the title & the header opened up the utterance<br>& from that utterance, they pulled two perfect<br>pistols full of wit<br>(the weapon of choice for both the paragraph & the sentence) , <br>and after handing both of the forms of writing their <br>prospective pistol, <br>they stood back and off to the side of the page, <br>frightened of what was to happen next-<br>back to back, <br>the paragraph & the sentence marched away from each other<br>space by space by space, <br>to the traditional margins, <br>and when they both reached them<br>they turned round quick, <br>firing their wit at will-<br>the paragraph, <br>hefty & edited well, <br>was able to fire its wit faster, <br>as it had already gone through so many drafts, and had<br>honed its skill<br>whereby each word within it, had its own place<br>(it was a “ripped” paragraph, if you can picture it-lean & not very wordy at all) , <br>however, <br>though the sentence wasn’t as well formed as the paragraph, <br>it was sleek & stealthy-<br>its words rolled off a human’s tongue when they read it <br>aloud, <br>and in this, the sentence was able to<br>wiggle itself around, <br>missing the mass spray of wit that had been fired by the <br>paragraph’s pistol-<br>as in every fight, <br>there is a winner & a loser, <br>this one was no different, <br>and the hefty, well edited paragraph, <br>had too much to move<br>and too little time to do so, <br>when the sentence wielded its wit towards it-<br>the sentence, relentlessly, kept firing, <br>not satisfied & not feeling safe, <br>until the paragraph, with all of its fellow sentences within, <br>crumbled to the page, <br>now, <br>a mere pile of<br>sentence fragments & misplaced<br>words & punctuation.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the sentence, <br>victorious, <br>nodded to the title & the header, who nodded back, <br>and walked out of the lamplight & into the shadow<br>to embrace the sweet warmth of its <br>beautiful metaphor<br>which had been watching the wit-fight<br>behind the margin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Delapruch">Andrew Delapruch</a><div class=q>
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