CFP: [20th] Southwest GRADUATE English Symposium Feb.29-Mar 1,Abstract Nov 1st,"Transgression" of the Prose Poem
“My little crazy beloved was serving me dinner, and through the dining
room’s open window I was contemplating the moving architectures that God
fashions from vapors, the marvelous constructions of the impalpable. And
I was saying to myself, through my contemplation, ‘All those
phantasmagorias are almost as beautiful as the eyes of my beautiful
beloved, my little green-eyed monstrous madwoman.’
And suddenly I received a violent punch in the back, and I heard
a hoarse and charming voice, a hysterical voice and husky as if from
brandy, the voice of my dear little beloved, which was saying, ‘Will you
ever eat your soup, you goddamn cloud peddler!’â€