Its hard to say what its about this bit that I had in my journal a while ago is from it
'She glided into the room with her reflection diagonally infront of her, parting the carpet with partridges and orchestra.
He raised his arms and the trumpets began, the waterbird began, the trill began.
She glided into the room, partial to the floating rib, with a purse full of blood, a handful of matches.'
maybe not that particular bit but your piece reminded me of some of the book in general. The book is kind of a mixture of strange and beautiful words which create images and an odd kind of poetry. I really do like the things you write.
I really hope there is an italian translation, if you could find it I think it might really inspire you, it made me realise that there are other forms of writing that are not purely narrative and not purely poetry so it gives you the idea that you can write whatever you want.
Yeah the first I read was American Psycho, a few years ago now but it was very good, though in a different way from less than zero I think. I love words! ♥♥♥
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