dennis scharnberg

listen to me

“It’s what I want,” shrugged Jane.  “Isn’t what we want important?  Isn’t it the most important thing of all?”

Benedict Elder, A Cosmopolitan Paradise.

noise are us

When do the gestures of modernist literature—alienation, meaninglessness, angst, nothingness—become mere convention, or just posturing?  From the outset?

Chelsea Jane Manning,  The Feast of Plenty: Critical Essays.

right as rain

Q:  What can a fellow do?

A:  Shriek until he has no voice left.

“Is that too harsh?”  Andy wondered.  “Yes.  Yes, I suppose it is.”

Anselm Bligh, A Collection of Miniatures.

coeli et terra

“I hate my phone number!  I hate my phone.  Actually, I think I hate all phones.  What the hell, I hate all numbers!”  Cassandra was talking to no one in particular.  Loudly.

Anselm Bligh, A Collection of Miniatures.

the twelve categories

All those things we say that we love.  The things we think that we love.  Don’t we actually hate them?  And, of course, ourselves?

Titus Musgrave, The Enigma of the Box.

wild blew under

“So, a human being is actually experiencing feelings.  You don’t say!  How very astonishing!  No, really!”  Dalton was often elaborate in his derision of Monica.

Anselm Bligh, A Collection of Miniatures.

the whole universe

It would not be quite fair to suggest that Rap is encompassed by just this:  “I’m a Donkus with a Bonkus!  Bang! Bang! Bang!  Thang! Thang! Thang!”

Aaron Tyler Meade,  A Pocket History of Hip Hop.

a flying leap

“Just because you place certain words in a certain order doesn’t necessarily mean that you capture anything!”   Ricky had read something and had gotten upset.  But he couldn’t help it—the bitter resentment of any words that actually penetrate the veil.  The words, always, of others.

Thaddeus Crewes, Crowded Evil World.

wild blue yonder

“I can’t believe it!” cried Anne.  “I just cannot believe it.”  Later, in a decidedly calm voice, Gregory suggested that she add this to the list of other items she was unable to believe.

Trent Bendix, Patricia Knows Best.

white and gold

“An ambitious politician.  His wife.  An old school chum with devious ways.  Two rather nasty young women (and the legs that go with them)….”  Harry was gathering the ingredients for his next potboiler.

Anselm Bligh, A Collection of Miniatures.