Sunday Sentence

The best sentence I’ve read this week, presented without commentary. 

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From Brass, by Xhenet Aliu

“It was the kind of sports car that Franky and the rest of the auto-shop meatheads in my school used to drive, since it implied muscle and always needed to be worked on, but it apparently also appealed to Eastern Europeans who were pretending to be James Dean without ever having seen a James Dean movie.”

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Sunday Sentence

The best sentence I’ve read this week, presented without commentary and out of context. 

I was thinking something of this sort: that deep red of her lips, if it were printed on me, kissed on me, would become a burning solidified blood that would brand itself into my flesh and leave a black seared brand shaped like the lips of a woman.

Louise Erdrich

The Round House 

Sunday Sentence

The best sentence I have read this week, presented out of context and without commentary. 

i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

“i carry your heart with me (i carry it in)”

e.e. cummings

 

Read the poem at Poetry Foundation