Piles of Poetic Jello February 25, 2016Posted by nrhatch in Books & Movies, Word Play, Writing & Writers.
Wading through descriptive prose that sounds poetic but makes no sense is like trying to climb over a pile of jello.
It’s rarely worth the effort.
When poetic prose adds depth without detracting from the story line, a lilting flow is relaxing and peaceful.
In contrast, when writing causes readers to get mired down deciphering images that make no sense, it’s just nonsense.
And it’s distracting.
By way of example:
“I am hypnotized by keys, thick fistfuls of them, I can taste their acid galvanization, more precious than wisdom.”
~ White Oleander, Janet Finch
When writing detracts from my enjoyment of a book, I ask myself whether I should forge ahead through the dreck . . . to see if the unseen destination is worth the trek.
The answer is almost always: Nah!
Aah . . . that’s better!
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