dennis scharnberg

Like a good Leninist, he urged this:  “Accuse them of what you do.”

Oswald Delling, Where Are the Vikings?

If you wish to legitimize something that is marginal or abnormal, do this:  talk about it repeatedly, month after month, until it becomes thoroughly tiresome.

Cooper W. Barthelme, A Systems Approach to Advice.

What Neal Cassady actually did in the now, now, now was talk, talk, talk.  Aside from having sex, sex, sex.

Marley Grayshott, Giants of Popular Culture.

…those lovely seaside girls.  Their skirts swelling in the breeze.  And the screeching of the seabirds.

Michael Wayne Hammer, The Mystery of the Murmuring Maiden.

“Well, of course, words do come easy.  They sort of sputter about.  And drift along.  They don’t add up to much.”  Curtis seemed to be rehearsing again.  But for what?  For what?

Tyler Boots, Pedestrians Unite!

The world has a right not to be photographed.

Burton L. Stepjohn,  My New Way with Words.

Water droplets hung on the bare branches.  As if they belonged there.  They never seemed to fall.

Victoria Salt, A Compendium of Opening Lines.

Clarissa and Thomas spent entire afternoons sharing nuggets of wisdom from contemporary Feminism.

Anderson Culpis, Rex and Rhonda—A Short Novel.

Arguments are circular.  Just give them a chance to show it.

Rollo Marquardt, Dwelling in the Cupcake World.

“I don’t even sleep anymore.  Because I am just too concerned.”  Raymond hoped that this sort of statement would be just the way to impress the young Marxists at his school.

Jason Starling, ed., Adventures in Narrative Parsimony.