the gnat – 4/6/14

The Dickenson poem cited in the earlier Schechner post –


Wonder is not precisely Knowing


Wonder—is not precisely Knowing
And not precisely Knowing not—
A beautiful but bleak condition
He has not lived who has not felt—

Suspense—is his maturer Sister—
Whether Adult Delight is Pain
Or of itself a new misgiving—
This is the Gnat that mangles men—


Suspense in writing is addictive… or pestilential. You can try to keep it out but it gets through the holes in the screen. More (mechanically) complex than not-knowing? But a mangler… disorders the sense of the Thing at Seed.

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