I just found myself getting worked up over the phrase “A Large Page Length” in a promotional excerpt from a promotional book about white paper marketing, and the familiar taste of self-righteous rage (HE MEANS “TOO LONG.” WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU SAY “A LARGE PAGE LENGTH” WHEN YOU MEAN “TOO LONG?”) is telling me it’s time for a quick dose of language and coffee.
Omeros (Walcott):
He had no idea how time could be reworded,
which is the historian’s task. The factual fiction
of textbooks, pamphlets, brochures, which he had loadedin a ziggurat from the library, had the affliction
of impartiality; skirting emotion
as a ship avoids a reef, they followed one chartdryly with pen and compass, flattening an ocean
to paper diagrams, but his book-burdened heart
found no joy in them except their love of events,and none noticed the Homeric repetition
of details, their prophecy. That was the difference.
Not gonna share the coffee, though. You’re on your own there.
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